Abaddon (BoyxBoy)

δεκατρία: Cherishing A Vain Hope

Apollo walked the holy realm of Olympus with his chiseled face devoid of all humor. Without the constant irksome presence of Hermes the place seemed quieter than it had been in several millennium. Even those that wallowed with him, such as Demeter and her daughter Persephone who had surprisingly returned early from the Underworld, much to Zeus's woe, and the usually boisterous Dionysus was solemn. Even more distressing was the missing of Hades from his post. Charon could not control the souls forever.

My, my Zeus, one brother on a revenge quest, one disappeared to earth, and your wife off doing who knows what. Apollo chortled in amusement at his musings and flicked a strand of golden hair from his face. Things were going on without his participation and knowledge, much to his annoyance.

"Apollo?"

The blond god paused in his steps and gazed over his shoulder, his emotionless face screwing into distaste. Hephaestus limped his way, sweat pouring down his ugly face. Apollo was a vain god. After all, how could he not be after being known as the most vibrant and gorgeous in Olympus besides Aphrodite with blond hair of wool like texture, eyes of a vibrant blue, and heart shaped face? He could hardly stand to be in the presence of his half-brother who was the exact opposite whose whole being was marred by scars.

The God wasn't entirely grotesque due to his own volition, Zeus was responsible for many a scar that was plain on his face. Of course that was his punishment for getting in between Zeus and Hera during one of Zeus's bouts of anger. He had his uses and mostly stuck to his little room where he craft Zeus's bolts. Out of sight, and out of mind.

"Is there something you need Hephaestus?" Apollo asked, his melodious voice not containing his annoyance.

The lame god reached him and after some intake of several breaths, relayed his message to him," Zeus requests your presence in his chambers."

Apollo's celestial blue eyes widened then he nodded his acceptance.

"Before you go tell me, with Hermes now disappeared to the fates know where, are you to be our new messenger? I must disclose that you are....ill equipped for the task."

"Do not push your luck brother," Hephaestus answered him gruffly, still sounding out of breath.

"But of course," Apollo sounded as though he were talking to a child," Olympus forbid I anger our bolt maker. Now, if you were to excuse me, I must get going."

He walked past his brother with unsubtle elbowing his shoulder as he moved. As he had thought, the god did nothing. Apollo erupted into laughter and carried on his way to Zeus.

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Ares glared at Vangelis's back and with a huff looked away from the mortal with deep frustration. He cared far too much for his own liking, however, due to that infernal promise he made Hades, he had no choice but to look after someone he knew was doomed.

"Ares,' Ikaros, with ease in his step, walked up to him," I wish to speak with you."

"You stay behind. Why," Ares peered deep at the human whose body language seemed too loose for his liking when it came to talking to a god," shouldn't you go after your friend? Or, is it that you wish we were skin ship partners as Vangelis and Hades?"