"My Majesty" Athanasia spoke, covering her immense fear of the woman sitting crooked in her chair, whispering to herself. The woman did not hear.
"My Majesty." this time, Poneros heard
"WHAT?! What is so important you come to bother me?" Poneros stood and quickly stood in front of Anthanasia. Her sharp emerald green eyes glared into her servants. Her large eyes were framed by full dark lashes, flickering across her fair skin and flawless face.
Anthanasia stuttered, sweat boiling down her temple. Poneros leaned so close that her perfect, long raven curls swept her face. She reached up with her hand and only gave Anthasia a quick glance at her one flaw before cupping her chin. The scar, its ugliness rippling from between her index finger and thumb, before clawing at her wrist. The majesty whispered her question again.
"Hermes has a message for you."
Without a word Poneros was up. She opened her heavy wooden double doors and stomped down the hall. After the long trek to the front door, Poneros shook with anger at the sight of Hermes mindlessly trotting down to the left corridor.
"Message." Her voice was stern as her head twitched against the smirk on Hermes face. He walked two steps to her, undaunted by the power of the woman.
"Its about Aphrodite she - "
"You know my feelings for her."
"That's unimportant. The problem is that all the gods are questioning her immortality. They say she is just too human, and all of Olympus is going in a revolt." He scanned a vase sitting by the door. It was totally black and reached almost to the ceiling of her five story mansion.
"My role in this is what?"
"Well, considering I have seen your plans of destroying Olympus last time I came, I thought it would be a delight to watch you become tyranny, if I get something in return."
"If you get me in and out without trouble, I will give you whatever you want."
"Okay, I get one of those lions you have."
"Pon?" Poneros shook her head and began to claw at her scar, "No, you can have Pameria."
"The tiger with six inch claws and a coat that literally resembles flames? The one that grants any command given?"
"YES!" Poneros was already losing her temper.
"Deal." Hermes turned on his feathered heel and opened her door. Smirking he said, "Hercules has been looking for his tiger, you know?"
Poneros glided down the hallways tuning out the wicked mans laughter. He knew she had Hercules tiger. She didn't trust the shaggy haired liar. His dark blue eyes always entertained by the simple suffering of others. She liked that. But could she trust him?
"Probably not..." she barely whispered to the large double doors opening in front of her. Athanasia ran from her corner to the far left corner.
"Your majesty?" she shook. Poneros couldn't decide whether she liked her servants fear, or if it annoyed her. Athansia was small and had an untanned complexion from not going outside in ten years overrun with black-brown hair tied into loops down her back. Poneros requested only the best clothes for her servants, and gave Athansia the best servant drapes she had. It was plain white and went straight to her feet. Athansia was the most loyal servant Poneros had, considering she could never leave her grounds, not even her soul once she was gone. Poneros didn't mind it. She only minded if it were her soul.
