SERPENTES

ARANEA

Summary:

 Arachne gets too cocky because of her talent. Athena puts her in place (by fucking her into another universe.) 

Author's note: It took me so long because the buildup is sooo complicated (it isn't necessary to understand the smut part, but I think it's cool). Also, I decided to post every part of the series in the same book because why not (that's why the title and description and cover might change!). 

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Art had always accompanied Arachne. It was inside of her, like a second soul, flowing through her veins and getting out through her fingertips when she was weaving for hours, looking at the moon and the stars. Art was the only thing keeping her warm and alive.

Because the world around Arachne was boring. Boring, mortal, and gray. It disgusted her. She stared at people's faces, at the landscapes for hours, looking for something more. But the day-to-day life was long, the everyday pleasures barely made her smile. Mortals were in awe of her art, offering every goods for it, showering her with gifts just to watch her create. Men were begging for her heart, the richest ones arriving at her house with suites. She turned them all away. They were boring, too small for her to look at.

So she started weaving the tapestries of gods.

Golden strands danced under her long, slim fingers, perfectly falling into place. She could forget to sleep for days on end, but it wasn't holding her down - she was beyond the mortal kind anyway.

It was easy for her to win in any competition. The gathering stared at her presenting the winning tapestry with so much adoration, she almost smiled. It felt almost good. The moment people worshipped her, was the only moment she acknowledged them. In those moments they were slightly higher in the hierarchy than plants.

"Is there anything you can't create, Arachne?" the man handing over the drachmas to her asked, bringing her back to Earth. She sighed.

"I don't think so," she answered, already going down the stage. The man didn't let go, following her down the aisles with a group of other people, wanting to admire the woman for even a few minutes more. "I've already challenged everyone."

"So who are you, some kind of a goddess?" the man laughed, clearly meaning this as a joke. However, Arachne stopped immediately, making the gathering gasp in confusion and anticipation. When she turned around to look at those people's faces, now full of fear that they might have offended her, she felt her heartbeat quicken.

"What if I am?"

The crowd went silent for a long period of time. Arachne felt her fingers tremble slightly. She made them gone silent, she made them quiet. She raised her head to look at the sun, the light flickering on her freckled, pale skin. The silence was like music. And then, the music was ruined.

"Isn't this a blasphemy?" the lady who spoke up was old, wrinkles gathering in the corner of her eyes.

Arachne shivered. The sun suddenly felt like a wave of cold. She walked by the man asking her questions before, by the little kids who tried to grab her robe and stopped inside of the crowd, directly next to the old woman.

"It's blasphemy to doubt in gods."

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No one dared to doubt anymore. Arachne slowly walked down the aisle in the white temple, her fingers brushing against the white walls, from time to time covered with tapestries. Her temple.

It was beautiful. According to her, it was more beautiful than any other god's sanctuary. It was almost not boring. She was almost satisfied.