━━━━━━ 𝒔𝒆𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒅
〔 greek mythology 〕
━━━━━━ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ SYNOPSIS
The life of thievery, chaos, and fun was the perfect life for Matthias. Robbing banks, ransacking museums, he threw awa...
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✧﹕η έναρξη ━━━━━━━━━
SITTING ON THEIR respective thrones, the gods find themselves meeting once again after decades of dismissing themselves. After so many forbidden bouts of debauchery, committing horrid infidelity, and siring monsters and demigods alike, they come face to face with varying looks to welcome one another.
Apollo observed them all with shining eyes of interest. Curious and amused by the looks of his family. But those of divine origin were not family. They were mere titles that they carried, lacking the shared blood that humans often associated with the term family. The golden ichor running through their corporeal forms were nowhere near the prospect of blood.
They were gods, divinity above mortals alike.
He licks his lips, drumming his fingers on his throne as Aphrodite and Hera bicker once again about their crumbling marriages. His stepmother who could not divorce his unfaithful and debaucherous father, and the goddess who was in a rather complicated relationship with two of his brothers.
Beside him, Dionysus, drunken and reading a script of Macbeth, glanced irritatedly at the bickering. "When will they shut up?"
"When they can divorce their husbands." Apollo snorted, earning him a nudge from Hermes who was grinning. Three pairs of eyes were quick to move towards their other brother—one of Hera's children, one of the legitimate ones in the eyes of the goddess.
Ares sat quietly on his throne, sipping at a glass of wine and quietly reminiscing who knows what. He didn't dare to get between his mother and lover.
Apollo snickered, Of course he'll stay out of it, he thought, amused by how docile the literal embodiment of war was.
"Will you three please behave," Artemis scoffed, rolling her starry eyes as she pinched poor Apollo's arm. She received a childish hiss of pain from her twin, earning the sun god a scornful look from the moon.
Strangely, Zeus, their father, was silent and watched it all unfold with a lazy look. Poseidon beside him looked just as irked and bored.
Their decennial meetings were always so mundane and boring nowadays. Their biggest issue were the disappearing beliefs of humans, or Poseidon endlessly cursing out the humans for killing the beings of his domain, or the occasional complaints of the coral dying because of the most recent oil spills.
Doesn't change much really. It was horrible. Humans were annoying but Apollo knew that even they needed them. Gaea liked her children. None of them, even Zeus, was willing to threaten the human race to awaken mother earth and make an enemy of her for it.
In Apollo's opinion, humans were very interesting. He liked humans. It was really funny to watch them grow, to watch them fall and rise again. It was an interesting sight to be honest and he often liked to put his half-siblings—the demigods good 'ol Zeus sired—on wild goose chases of quests. Besides, humans were so much more fun than the old gods.
For a moment, the world seemed to freeze.
Apollo was the sun, everything was warm and fiery. And yet, that moment felt like winter had reigned. It was strange. An omen.
His body practically spasmed. Gods only took a corporeal form when it felt convenient. Even then, their physical forms don't affect them that much. And yet... yet Apollo felt his body shake and tremble in ways that he only experienced when his capabilities as a god of prophecy came to being.
"Apollo?" Artemis whispered, nudging her twin who's amber eyes glazed over. As if the sun died... "Apollo!"
Artemis stood immediately, shaking her brother and alerting the rest of the Olympians.
The warmth that emanated from Apollo died down and they were left with a room that felt cold. Artemis held her brother in her arms, distressed as even Dionysus tried to wake the god from his state of daze.
"Apollo!" Zeus bellowed, "Phoebus!" The throne room shook as Zeus called out this son's Roman name. The god did not wake...
