Chapter 13: Golden Apple Rapist

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I was walking the the Olympian Market, browsing through the stalls. The day was exceptionally hot, at around 32°, and most of the stalls were closed, with many of the young Gods, Immortals, and Satyrs taking it easy. The nymphs were used to the high temperatures, so their stalls were still open.

"O-Oh...g-g-good m-morning, L-Lord P-P-Perseus," a quite beautiful dryad said, very tense and blushing like mad. "Hello? Are you alright?" I asked, turning away from the imported jewelry from the Underworld.

"Y-Yes, I'm f-f-fine," she answered. Her body shook, her face was being forced to be blank, but her eyes were filled with pleasure, and she was desperately trying to suppress moans of pleasure.

I squinted a bit, analyzing the dryad. "Aphrodite?" I asked, and the dryad let out a involuntary gasp as her convulsions stopped. Slowly, a guilty looking Love Goddess rose from below the counter.

"What were you thinking? "Oh, no ones here. I'm going to risk this dryads job and life by having sexual experiences with her. No one will ever find out. Ingenious!"" I imitated her voice perfectly.

"I..." Aphrodite tried, but held her tongue. "Have my lessons been boring for you? I was going easy, since I didn't think you could handle my training. But if you're resorting to this, then we'll have to step it up a notch. You're not leaving, get back here," I told the retreating dryad.

"Did you consent?" I asked her. She shook her head. "Did you cry out for help?" I asked. "You can't really say no to Aphrodite, and you don't get a chance to cry for help without it sounding like it's enjoyable, which it is," she answered.

"No matter who it is, always try and keep them away. If you don't want it, don't let them get the upper hand. If they do, cry out for help," I said. She nodded. "Now, you stay here, and continue your job that you committed to do. Aphrodite, congratulations. You've been promoted to Warrior level training," I said, smiling evilly.

"Go meet me in the Arena. I will send Ares to get you ready," I said, and shoved her gently in the direction. "I'd like to buy this one," I told the dryad, holding up a silver necklace with a obsidian crystal encrusted with sapphire.

"On the house, Lord Perseus. Just please, don't report me," she pleaded. "I will be. Not to Zeus, as he won't do shit. You'll get a just punishment," I said, and walked away. Then, a alarm was tripped in my head, and I sunk into the Earth.

I reappeared in the Hesperid Garden, my armor on me, and my sword in hand. I heard screams from the entrance, and I made my way towards them. "Shut up, bitch. Besides, you'll love it once it starts," a male voice said, increasing my anger.

I let my aura free, and the effect was instantaneous. The air became frigid, ice crystals actually forming in the air. A storm, a massive hurricane, began to form, supersonic thunder blowing away trees. The seas in the distance became wild, waves reaching 30 feet in height. The ground shook violently, and was heating up exponentially, to the point magma started forming as the ground melted with each step.

"You will unhand her, Heracles. You are trespassing on protected lands, and I will make you feel the worst tortures of Tartarus for this crime," I said, my voice deathly calm. It echoed deeply, and every sensible creature in sight, fled from it.

My sword dragged along the ground behind me, easily slicing through the melting stone. The demigod hopped off from pinning down Zoë, and scrambled away, pure fear and terror on his face.

"Y-You can't harm me! I'm the Son of Zeus!" Heracles cried defiantly, forcing himself to stand his ground. "I don't give a fuck about who you're father is. You will die for impudence and ignorance, and I will see to it you're thrown into the Pit, to be tortured for all eternity," I growled, which caused the air to pressurize, causing Heracles to strain as if holding the Sky.

"FATHER!!" Heracles cried, his voice a few octaves high. I doubt Zeus was looking, since a lightning bolt struck me in the chest. I didn't move.

I roared, and swung my sword, and it stopped barely pressed against his neck, not even close enough to draw blood. I glared at the 3 cloaked women who stood in the shadows. Just their presence alone made me enraged.

"You're extremely lucky, Heracles. Fate has other plans for you. But know this, the moment you are no longer guarded by Fate, I'll do good on my declaration," I threatened, then kicked him so hard, he flew into the Sea.

I snapped my fingers, and my aura reigned in, and the world returned to normal. The sea immediately calmed, the sky warmed and cleared, the ground cooled and wound down. The earth reached up, and removed my armor and weapon, leaving me in my leather and silk clothes.

"Are you alright?" I asked, immediately at Zoë's side. "Going to have nightmares until the day I die, but otherwise, I'm good," she answered, swallowing down her terror.

"Die? You're immortal," I said. "I was...disowned," Zoë replied. "Why?" I asked. "Heracles. I wanted to see more of the world, than just the overview. So, I helped him steal a Golden Apple, in turn that I go with him to the mortal world," Zoë explained.

I frowned. "Don't. I don't want to stay here any longer. They disowned me, and I'm fine with that. I'll just go live in the mortal world until I die," Zoë said. "...There's another option. Remember 3 years ago, when the Archer Twins joined the council?" I asked.

She nodded. "Well, Artemis created a group of all-female warriors and hunters that would travel with her, while having partial immortality. I can take you to them, and you can join," I suggested. "What are the drawbacks?" She asked.

"You can die in battle. The Rejection of Men. To remain virgins. Loyalty to Artemis," I listed. "Will I ever share your company?" Zoë asked.

"Of course. The Hunters can't harm me, and Artemis won't harm me. I'll always be there if you need me," I answered, smiling warmly. She smiled, and nodded in agreement.

"Great, let's get going then," I said. I covered her in some stone clothing, to cover her ripped and exposed pelvic area and chest. I then picked her up bridal style, and we sunk into the earth.

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