All The Precious Souls

Everybody has the right to stupidity..

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Phoebe: Get Fucked.

I stare at the aggresive words on my phone and shiver when I feel the amount of anger behind them. Though my dick seems to take those words quite literally, just not understanding she doesn't mean by her. At least she responded. My brain tries to reason with my emotions, its a shame it's not really working. I stare at the butterflies on my wall. I hate them too, for what Phoebe thinks they represent but I refuse to remove the reminder of what happens to others when I panic. I toss and turn until I finally give in to sleep. The blonde look-a-like stars in this one again.

"Reaper Mine?" she asks, her back turned toward me.
"Sweet Mercy, what are you doing?" I watch her torso twist to turn her upside down form towards me. I almost laugh at the some bits of dirt smudged on her face and the look that presently sits on her features.
"Ares and Ditters are visting later today." She answers, trying to slip past my question.
"I know, you've missed Aphrodite, but that doesn't answer about what you are do-AHH!" I hit the dirt just under her as she laughs from above. A meaty paw holds me down by the legs.
"Cereberus and I were out for a walk and we decided to play fetch with the soul, you are presently looking for." My Sweet Mercy smiles brightly. The soul I'd been tasked with finding and returning to the fields of punishment had been a kiddie murder in his breathing days. Persephone had sentenced him properly by castrating him first. Just from watching Boss's wife be that sadistic to a mans jewels, I had to cup mine to make sure they were still intact. I rub the back of my neck as the three headed monster pup lets me off the ground.
"Sweet Mercy, you're doing that thing you do. You know the one where you do my job." I tease her. Though I'm more than happy to have her around, I rather keep the fact that she can wield my Scythe between those who need to know or accidently found out from a should've-been-uneven fight. A frown replacest the prettiest smile I've ever seen and my heart sinks.
"I just wanted to help." Tears well up in her gem colored eyes. I could lose myself in those gorgeous, one of a kind, emerald eyes. Shit, I wouldn't have to lose myself, I'd choose to stay in them. I bite down on my lower lip trying to find the right words to keep my emotional Sweet Mercy for losing herself in her feelings. Aphrodite lose herself to jealousy once. I worked my ass off for months collecting the souls from a single fucking day. Aphrodite and I don't quite get along any more, not since then.
"I know you wanted to help, and help you did. When are Love and War going to be here to visit, my Sweet Mercy?" All Gods and Goddesses are prone to bi-polar disorder. I mean come on, we, quite literally, have two people in our head. In my case, neither of my personalities are what normal people would refer to as docile. Too much or too little emotion and somebody's job is getting harder. Usually it's mine or Hades but occasionally, Gaia gets the short stick. No one feels bad when she gets it.
Makaria, however, is so balanced it's scary.
"Love would really love if Death took a dive off a cliff with his wings tied." Aphrodite says, popping the gum in her mouth. The wind chimey voice makes my ears bleed. I groan, turning to find the tiny demon of my own personal hell. Do you know how often love and death go hand in hand? Aphrodite does her thing, in love they fall and then I'm left to deal with every bad fall out. Every suicide, murder, and manslaughter. It's a fucking lot on top of every other death.
"Are there sharp rocks at the bottom? Is Ares throwing me or just falling over the edge? Are we talking days or months or years of knock out?" I flash her a sinister smile that only my twin and I can manage. Pink eyes narrow at me even as the body their attached to shivers. Flipping her inky black hair over her shoulder, Aphrodite shoulder checks my hip as she walks past me to Makaria. My Sweet Mercy smiles brightly at one of her, and by default my, only friends. Only two not present are Castor and Pollux. The Gemini twins, now they are a party.
"Thanatos, you know she might actually try to kill you one day right?" I smile even wider at the God of War.
"And which she are we talking about, Ares?" The Adonis fuck shakes his head with a chuckle.
"Both of them."

I wake up drenched in sweat. After every weird God dream, whether it's a nightmare or an actual dream, I always end up swimming in a pool of perspiration. Grabbing my phone and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I duck into the bathroom attached to my bedroom. Stripping out of my boxers, I gear up my phone to start my shower tunes. Shelter by FINNEAS starts as I dip my head under the scolding hot spray. Phoebe's scarlett hair dances into my mind as I lather mine with shampoo. Fucking hell. Images of soap covering every naked inch of her assaults my mind. Maybe Cameron's right and I just need someone else to direct my attention too.
My phone goes off as I'm drying off, attempting to ignore my raging hard-on from the numerous stalker thoughts this morning.

Phoebe: WWwhy ar u Diffferreent?/

My brow knits itself together. What the hell?

Phoebe: Fuuuuccckkkkk, I'mmm DDDDunkkk

Sober thoughts make for drunk words. My breath catches at the next two messages.

Phoebe: II want ANWers.
Phoebe: Belliago HHoteel Vegas. BRIng you Friends.

Attached are three plane tickets that leave tonight at six. Looks like Cam and Xavier are coming along, hope Vegas is ready for them. I think as I get two thumbs up from the boys and start to pack for a week stay according to the tickets that were sent.