Blessings from Khaos

|I love you more than words can express|

The Olympians knew how to party.

The entire countryside of Mount Kyllênê had been transformed with all of the deities appearing dressed in their clothing. Kállos was overwhelmed at the sight of so many beautiful specimens though she was even more intimidated by the many beings that were trying for her hand. She found herself fleeing them at every turn, hiding behind Hērmês or if she was incredibly lucky, she hid with Eleuthia. The goddess of childbirth and midwifery had been delighted to have her acquaintance, pulling her around the dinner party while she dodged her Mother, Hḗrē's, attempts to prepare her for her marriage. The goddess held no interest in marriage, waving it away with a comment that it will happen when it happens, but as of now, she wished to remain unwed for as long as it was possible.

All of it was a lot more than Kállos knew what to do with though it was evident in how she trailed after the betrothed couple like a lost puppy. She was... she was just a mortal. She was just an islander. She had no business being in the presence of gods. She was... she was just in awestruck as she gazed upon the power that they carried in their very existence, the fear the world held within in. The world belonged to them, theirs to do as they pleased whether it to be create and establish civilization and bask in the worship of mere mortals or destroy it to the skin of Mother Earth once more without so much of a thought.

Kállos frowned to herself; how could she ever believe that she was worthy of being a bride to such a being. How did she; an orphaned islander, ever think that she could compare? A part of her wanted to rush back to her island, but she knew that she was something new... something different... something interesting. The gods would never leave her alone. They would chase after her and play over her until she succumbed and throw her away the moment that she overstayed her worth.

Though soon, she found herself alone once more when Eleuthia was finally cornered by her Mother. She was not alone for long as Kymopoleia, Benthesikýmē and Rhódē approached her, dragging her off to change into even better clothing. The three of them bathed her with heavenly oil such as blooms upon the bodies of the eternal gods—oil divinely sweet, filled with fragrance. And sea-born Kállos put on rich clothes, lovely pearls that adorned her body like water droplets.

When she appeared back amongst the gathering, desire seized many of them for she was clad in a robe out-shining the brightness of fire, a splendid robe like the ever laughing waves in the nigh hours of twilight, enriched with all manner of needlework, which shimmered like the moon over her tender breasts, a marvel to see. It was hard to believed that someone of such beauty and grace had been alone and raised by animals; she was nothing like swift-footed Atalántē.

And the Son of Maia, the sharp-eyed slayer of Argos, stirred by Kállos' beauty, fell in love with her and waxed a strong melting desire to wed the rich-tressed princess, dark-eyelashed mortal, of a lovely mien.

"I have a strange feeling with regard to you," Hērmês, mighty messenger of the gods of the upper and lower worlds, informed her as he pulled her to the side. "As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you."

Kállos found herself flushing as she too felt the same; a warmth that seemed to radiated in her soul and shimmered like the star-speckled skin of Ouranós. It was as if the a power older than the universe reached within the cosmos and bound her soul to the radiant son of Ζεύς.

Taking her hand in his own, he pressed a kiss to the back of it, speaking against her skin as he continued on: "And if you were to leave, I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly." His eyes met hers, glistening green eyes that spoke of sins and triumphs—the kind of beauty that could and would and have made men and women fall to their knees in face of his charm. "Once more, I implore that with you, I shall make merry bridal and enter your delicate bed and my rod shall be beholden as a gift to adorn your chamber. You shall share my bed and you will share my name. For I know no other words that can express the love that I have for you."