Symposium

3: Banned

Mount Olympus

The old slave was trembling. She could not even afford to look at her prince's feet in front of her. Being in the hall of Mount Olympus with all the Gods was too much for her to handle. And again, it was because her prince screw up. Big time. Beyond repair. She could not help the proud that invade her for a nanosecond at seeing the prince still standing with his chin up and glaring at Zeus. Just for a nanosecond though as the God of lightening, father of all Gods, stood up from his cloud throne, thunder reasoning with every ragging step he made.

- I cannot believe that you did that! This is breaking the rules!! You did not take one but two. TWO names that was written in the book of dead, two lives that were supposed to be cut by Atropos suddenly escaped!! This is a big no Calix!

The Erebus prince, Calix did not hung his head like everyone was hoping. He continued to glare at the God he called grandpa and pouted.

- Well, one of them was supposed to die in the hospital and I was not supposed to carry his soul back. But that stupid boy was about to break his neck. I was just trying to keep faith rolling and...

- Keep faith rolling!!! Yelled Hades. Calix, this is wrong. You need to understand that. The Moirai won't let you get away with it. Even Hercules had to pay the price when he messed with them! And poor Leo, how could you just drag him away like a pet in front of a mortal?!!!

It was rare to see Hades out of the Underworld, but this time, he came because he was mad and concerned. The Moirai were coming for Calix and he was scared for him... but that stupid boy was not worried at all. Stupid stubborn boy and stupid Zeus who gave him free will.

- They're here whispered Demeter.

All the Gods, except Zeus, bowed before tree women coming in and Calix's head was forced down by his father, Lord Err. He still tried to peak to see them clearly as he had never saw them before. Those women were living like recluse. The Moirai or Fates were three sisters' deities, incarnations of destiny and life. Their names were Clotho, the one who spine the thread of life; Lachesis, the one who draw the lots and determined how long one lived by measuring the thread of life; and Atropos, the inevitable, the one who chose how someone die by cutting their thread of life with her shears. Usually, three days after a child was born, the Moirai would visit the house to determine the child's fate and life. They were often described as being ugly and old women, stern and severe. And people were wrong... Calix, as his name indicated was the definition of handsome and he could not refrain making a face by seeing the Fates: young, tall and pretty... even more than Aphrodite. He restrained a scoff. He needed to stop reading men written books. Humans need to get their fact straight.

The reason that the Moirai were so feared was because the Moirai controlled the fates of both mortals and gods alike. Zeus was the only one not bound by them, as an epithet that was used for him was Moiragetes (he who commands the fate) and also because he was their dad... that man whore....

- Calix said Lachesis with a soft voice, I heard that you were not happy about going to Syria because of the number of souls you had to carry back, so Hades sent you to South Korea to assist Leo. You had nothing to do, just to watch him work but you still managed to screw that up.

Calix clenched his fists when Atropos pulled out his thread of life... it was quite long, half white and black to represent his status.

- I'm not cutting it, don't be afraid she said...but as you can see, you messed up with fate, so fate is messing back with you. Your white wing will turn black in the next 90 days and you'll need to leave Erebus as you'll become a demon.