Blessings from Khaos

|When i wasn't the one they wanted you to love|

Her name was Malivina; a mysterious goddess who preferred to stay away from the world of gods and man. With her sea-colored hair, she was the envy of all when she emerged. Yet, she preferred to stay with her green-eyed lover. And.... okay, this was not Lea's world. This was also a bit... page five-oh-eight on pornhub. Malivina, girl, you are very kinky. Lea needed to get the hell away from there.

Her name was Aurelia; the lights of heaven lived with her eyes. Her Father was the King, and the Queen was her stepmother. She was to be married away like common cattle to the infamous Giant-Killer though no one knew who he was. This wasn't Lea's world either, and as pretty as she was, she just wanted it on record that Carla and Daniela were right about blond not being her color. She still made it work. Poor Argos though especially when Hermes counterpart came strolling through with his eyes on a cloak.

She is Clara, and the rain and rivers were her brothers. The clear skies were her parents. She was everything that was right in the world; at least until the world gained her wrath then everything that went wrong was at her hand. The only one that could stave her rage was also not Lea's Hermes. Though the daughter of Poseidon; not however the fuck you pronounced that, Lea certainly wasn't going to try— the daughter of Poseidon could admit that she was beautiful even if her hair was somehow curlier than Alkína's had been and was probably a violation of the geneva convention. And if she turned into another damn horse, there was going to be a problem!

Cordelia was a mystical goddess; one to never be called upon unless the situation was dire. She stood as tall as fifty men stacked on top of one another, and she moved faster than the speed of light. She was here and there and everywhere; only to be heard within the whispers of the wind. And untouchable force of nature though there was one that she allowed in her space, and he still was not Lea's Hermes. And it was a good thing that she was a goddess because Lea was sure that they would never find her size at a Big and Tall Store.

She is Kaía; and the stars lived upon her skin. The heavenly bodies were hers to command, and the raging seas were hers to live within, and the sleeping death were hers to control. She was kind and forgiving and she was jealous and wrathful; she was everything and she was nothing. She was a creator and destroyer. An endurer and a fighter. She was a Queen, a being of nature, a force uncontrollable by the will of man. And though a Queen was much better off without a King, there was only one whom she wished to share her crown. Only one that could lay claim to her heart, and seas and the winds sang within his veins. Her friend. Her lover. Her person that was not Hermes. Lea was starting to get a little sick of this shit, though she had to admit that she was loving the dress. It was fitted and baggy just the way she liked it, but it was nothing like those old fashion upper class dresses with corsets and all that fluff.

It was hard for them to recognize the wild forces within until they were overwhelmed by their power.