Human beings were undignified, to put it bluntly. Roads were filled with the gasps and heartbeats of these humans with whom he now wandered upon. He cringed as many people drunkenly laughed around him. It seemed that, even if it was still an early hour, no one could be spared by the ones who abused the gift of the vine. He would speak of Dionysus about this.
Now, to add on to his temporary suffering, incoherent yells were bounced off of walls and prostitutes tried to find their next victim. In fact, one had thrown themselves against him, much to his dislike, and had tried methods that would seduce a mere mortal. It was safe to say that Benjamin would probably never come back.
Gradually, the god of the harvest made his way to the outskirts. The sun shone on him and he thought to thank Helios for tending to his job well.
You see, Helios was the god of the sun and would ride his chariot form east to west. Often he could tell you what he saw happening throughout the day. One time, in fact, he had sensed a fellow deity in a recent library.
That is where Benjamin was headed.
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Grand, yet quaint, the slap of sandals rumbled through the walls of the magnificent library of which Persephone could now lay his eyes on. The Imperial library of Constantinople was filled of rare books of which only the wealthy could ever afford or read. You see, to redo a book took authors much effort and was therefore, expensive.
While he was interested in these works made mortals, he was not here for any books displayed on the high shelves which looked newly polished, making the spines pop. In fact, he had entered with a book of his own.
You see, Benjamin wasn't blind. That was the job of The Fates. He had seen the locked book. Due to that, he knew that Erica was a bookworm. He scrunched his eyebrows in disgust to the thought of that saying. It weirded him out and confused him why being called a worm was a compliment. These humans really need to figure things out.
With a sigh, he clutched the thick book that, in bolded letters, contained a title which he felt would compel the daughter of, not death, but the underworld to pick it up. Now, there were many flaws in his plan. Humans wandered the pillar filled halls with interest and it wasn't unlikely that one of them would end up near his home.
He hoped that mortals would ensure him that were still undignified by not picking up the book.
Wandering around, he scanned the shelves for a spot which he could slip the book in without being too noticeable. He had made sure that the book contained no rich colors, such as purple, that a scholar may take interest in.
Then he saw it. Sorry, he saw her. Stopping the rhythmic sound of his feet he gaped at the daughter of Hades. She wore a cloak to hide her hair, but he had seen the crystal eyes, which her father seemed to adore. He gulped as he looked around. Nobody but them in this section.
His plan had to change. He went near her and crouched, pretending to examine the books underneath. He "pulled" his own book out of the shelf and stood up, examining it as he flipped the pages.
He felt her gaze and shivered. Sure, her irises may have looked like crystals, but he hoped he wouldn't feel the sharpness of them. It was at this time that he was grateful he had thought to change his a appearance, so that, now, he looked that a common mortal. Closing the book he met her gaze.
"It's not common to see a woman in a library," he stated flatly. "What brings you here?"
She gave away nothing. Not even a subtle widen of the eye. "That same of which brought you here. To read of idiots and learn to not be them."
