Poseidon, the youngest of the main gods, was easily the most likeable out of the three of them with his easy going personality and cheerful outlook on the world. He was very extroverted and flegmatic, so reaching inside his head and using her powers on him proved to be slightly easier than Selene had originally thought. It would have been a lot harder if he was hard headed and more closed off.
Despite that, Selene knew she had no time to waste and that she ought to be quick. Not to mention she wasn't lucky enough to find him while he was asleep, so he could snap out of his induced hypnosion at any moment. While Poseidon was looking at her with his dazed ocean coloured eyes, she took her dagger out and carefully drew the sharp blade over his palm, letting his golden blood flow into a small vial she had brought for the occasion.
Luckily, gods healed fast so as quick as the cut was made, it vanished, the ripped skin attaching itself again. She made sure to clean any excess blood there was and erase any evidence she had been there. The moment she poofed herself out of his chambers, the magic ceased and Poseidon blinked rapidly a few times, waking up from his dazed state.
It should have been as if nothing had happened, but he instantly felt something was off. There was a familiar faint scent of a perfume lingering in the air, his eyebrows drawing together in thought.
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Selene's heart beat wildly in her chest, a slight sheen of perspiration glistening on her porcelain skin. Luckily, she was a master at being calm and hiding what she truly felt. She watched as Zeus practiced fighting with one of his soldiers, skilfully avoiding getting hurt.
There was no way for her to get inside his head and manipulate him like she did with Poseidon, so she had resorted to other methods. She had chosen one of his soldiers and enchanted him so he tries his best to slice Zeus with his sword and get his blood on its blade.
She watched them prance around the beautiful palace garden, avoiding getting struck with agility. She was starting to get impatient, clutching the crystal glass filled with liquor tightly. Her grey eyes scanned her surrounding to make sure no one was paying attention to her. Thankfully, all the other gods and goddesses were busy with talking and drinking, some immersed in the fight.
"Hurry up. Be more aggressive. Cheat if you have to, just cut him," Selene ordered sharply through the mind link with the soldier. For just a second, he lowered his guard as he processed what she had ordered before his moves started to be more aggressive just like Selene instructed.
She raised her brow in interest as she quickly downed her drink, placing the glass aside. It wasn't long until the soldier grazed Zeus' arm with the sword, making Selene stand up from her seat, but not in a way that would draw any attention to her. Zeus was quick to retaliate and the soldier's sword fell to the ground. He subtly kicked it away and it slid towards Selene.
Her heart began thumping wildly as she once again made sure no one was watching her as she hastily grabbed the sword and disappeared, teleporting herself further. She held the vial beneath the blade as a few drops of golden blood filled it. Quickly, she disposed of the sword, bringing it back where it was by using magic.
Her hands were shaking as she now held the two precious vials filled with blood of the two most powerful gods.
The young oracle she had asked for help was summoned the moment Selene completed her mission, not wanting to waste any more time. After all, Hades' deadline would expire tomorrow so this was her final and only chance to set him free. The thought was sickening to her not only because of that, but because of what that meant.
God of the Underworld would no longer be locked away, and with him, his disastrous powers would be unleashed.
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Myth [h.s au]
FanfictionHe was a myth. Just a part of the tales passed on for generations. After being forgotten, trapped, and isolated for centuries, god of the underworld finally gets a chance to get his revenge and most importantly, his desired freedom. But not even H...