A Secret Society of Saviors

Ch.7

Ch. 7 Part 1 Charlotte’s POV

               It’s been six months. Six months. Six.

               I was too busy to go back Christmas, Thanksgiving, even Valentine’s Day. But now it was June.

               Kyle and I talked once a day every day, we were still in a relationship, but it was difficult to not be able to go to him after a hard day. New York City is a different type of city. It’s harsh, enigmatic, and eccentric, but still harsh—on edge.

        Working for the Gods though did come with some perks. Like my large condo home over Central Park and the fact that my art was selling crazy well. I’m headed to California for the first time to surprise Kyle and the girls. I was on a week break from the Gods. I was nervous stepping out of the taxi and grabbing my suitcase and walking into JFK international. I let Kyle and the girls stay in my house while I was in New York. I wonder how everything must be so different. I sighed fiddling with my seat buckle.

               The Gods had recreated Olympus. They had recreated it through me. Olympus was actually a painting that I made. It was absolutely beautiful and the mural sized canvas was hanging in my living room. The Olympus I created was incredibly expansive and I made it so detailed as in to include the other gods minor and otherwise noted. Might as well have them in the new Olympus since they were in the old… most of them didn’t have the same access as the Olympians and Hestia and Hades because they came through the door.

         I did a lot of work for them. Set up appointments to meet people. I even became an entrepreneur to represent Hephaestus’s new machines he creates. I hardly did any work for Hades, he was so secretive working and handling all the money. Same with Eros, the little matchmaker god was very secretive and I had no problem letting him rein free on the world. Eros was dedicated to bringing mischief in love but for every broken heart a greater love was hatched from him. His arrows of indifference and true love I had no problem with since they were used to guide lovers in the right direction.

               The plane took off and I waited a few minutes before pulling out my laptop. It was one of Hephaestus’s designs and I loved it. It did everything, legal and other-wise noted. I opened up my schedule on the lap top and checked it over to keep myself busy. I had pop up notifications from all of the various gods and goddesses.

               It was now a huge list that I managed. I tried to add to Olympus those who would not create too much destruction on earth and were connected with all the Gods. I definitely did not want to bring in the Titans though. I did not want to even think about creating those monsters. The only one who was ancient before the rule of the Titans and before the creation of people is Eros. He’s an old bastard, and knows his job very well. Eros wasn’t the son of Aphrodite, they worked together, but Eros was the son of Chaos. He’s been around since the beginning. It is said it was his love that brought the creation of man.

               I had added to the mix Eros the god of love and sexual desire, Iris the goddess of the rainbow and messenger from the gods to the people, Morpheus the god of dreams, Persephone wife of Hades and goddess of the underworld, Hebe the goddess of youth and cup bearer to the Gods. Then I portrayed the Moirae, or the Fates, Clotho, the spinner, who spun the thread of a person’s life, Lachesis, who decided how long each life of thread was, and then Atropos who cut the thread when a person needed to die. Also I gave life to the Muses. The Muses were not of my business though, Apollo had me create them and they live secretly among humans inspiring people now. The Moirae needed nothing from me, they worked thoughtfully and quietly. They were old haggard looking woman with the eyes of either no emotion or too much knowledge.