It had been eighteen years since the war had come to an end.Since rumours and rumours about what had caused it appeared.They said that the citizens of Renatus had disobeyed the gods and had been punished adequately for their sins.That the god Zeus had been killed but had resurrected eventually.That Olympus had gone into chaos because demons from the Underworld escaped and possessed some people, mainly the Ares Familias (which they said was highly easy considering the fact they barely had a brain to think for themselves and that their souls were easy to corrupt)But the strongest rumour had been about a Pharmakis.Though most did not know her name, the few that did barely spoke it. They said that the god who ruled the dead lost his wife and used his dark magic to raise her, the darkness corrupting her and when the Council of Renatus punished her for her crimes, she cursed the land and started the war singlehandedly, or perhaps with her husband's help.However, her name was only use
"What are you doing?"Leonidas had his eyes on her as he knelt, sweat creasing his forehead to show he was unsure of this, but his body was not fighting.Kneel to her, bow, she can save you, she can redeem you.Her hazel eyes stared daggers at him, and though it brought fear into him, it also brought a sort of pleasure that he only got from pain.It made shivers run up his spine, up to his Forbidden tattoo.She might not be the one, if this goes wrong and she rejects you, you will be an Outcast, your Father will disown you Leonidas, you will be everything less than a man.Leonidas still felt his body go on both knees, his head hung low as he stared at her feet, feet he desperately wanted to worship "I am Leonidas, son of Dimitris Aetos, and I ask that you accept me as your Submissus, and you, my Domina."He was met with silence, but he could also hear his heart, pounding and scared, pitiful and weak.He could hear the gods laugh and jeer at him, being their usual sarcastic and yet pla
From the Familia that wields the greatest impact, to the lowest of them all.Dimitris Aetos, as the head of the Zeus Familia, god of the sky and lightning, the red tattoo on a Zeus familia being an Eagle.Michalis Laskaris, as the head of the Poseidon Familia, god of waters, horses, seas and earthquakes, the red tattoo on a Poseidon familia being a Horse.Charilaus Diamandis, as the head of the Apollo Familia, god of archery, healing sun and light, music and prophecy, the red tattoo on an Apollo familia being a Swan .Gerasimus Eliades, as the head of the Ares Familia, god of bloodlust, the red tattoo on an Ares familia being a Snake.Panag Mikos, as the head of the Dionysus familia, god of wine and pleasure, the red tattoo on a Dionysus familia being a Panther .Alcaeus Chloros, as the head of the Hermes familia, god of travellers, robbers flocks and trickery, the red tattoo on a Hermes familia being a Ram.From the Familia that wields the greatest impact, to the lowest of them all.
The woman had become desperate.Yes, very desperate.She had prayed to her Patron, begged and cried that she helped save her child before the evil destined for her daughter prevailed.But she never got an answer.Athena, had gone silent on her.Nektaria did not even know how it happened, was not even sure if the story that the slave had told her was accurate but it was the only thing she had going on that seemed to be true.Her daughter, who after her birth, everyone had thought she would have been under the same familia as her Mother, was found to have a different emblem on her back.A blue peacock.Hera herself, had even come on the day of her birth, presenting her with a gift, it was the gift of life, a coin, that if one had in his or her possession when they died, could reach the underworld and come back, though the coin only worked once.Even though this turn of events had shocked everyone, they celebrated the birth of the daughter of Charilaus Diamandis, the head of the Apollo F
It was her eyes that Hades had noticed first.Brown and wide with awe and admiration, she stared at him not with fear but with curiosity."I like your white hair," She said, her voice echoing through the dark hall of the Underworld.Hades stared at her brown curly hair, his pale hands brushing it. "Would you like to have it as well?"Her smile had brightened up the entire place."Yes,"~Leonidas woke up with a jolt, his head banging as he turned to avoid the sunlight burning his eyes before he presses his head more to his pillow.This dream again...They were always different dreams, but it was the same people.The same girl with curly full hair and brown eyes that seemed to radiate power in a way that made Leonidas want to bow.But Leonidas knew that he was not supposed to bow or even want to bow and that was where the problem really came from.Sighing, he got out of his bed, a free hand moving to his bouncy dark brown locks over his youthful and pretty face that was a beauty for mos
She woke up like other days.Laying straight, staring at the glass stained ceiling that had an image of Hera in her finest reverie.Persephone knew that she was supposed to worship her because she was her Familia.Yet, great emphasis on WAS.The story still was something that she never liked to dwell on, or think about though she found herself being reminded of it every single second she woke.For Persephone never really knew why the gods decided to play with her as early as she could remember, though it wasn't entirely surprising, the gods were monsters in their own ways, and toying with mortal lives meant nothing to them.Sighing now, she sat up and stared outside the window as she had for the past three months, noticing that the snow and ice was gone, that it was first day of Spring.That she would see Him today.A small smile came to her face as she slides off her bed, a robe over her body then opened her room door, staring through the halls, then as she was sure no one was there,
"Would you stop playing for a second and look at me? Yes! Like that, let your hair veil your face so I can see your eyes! Perfect! Oh don't give me that look, I shall release you to keep playing your music soon enough if you can be a good enough statue and stay still! Ah, yes, the sun does marvelous wonders on your skin, who knows, you might be godborn."Leonidas had tuned his friend out there, his fingers gently plucking the strings, a smile on his face.It was the only thing he could do perfectly without being clumsy or hurting someone else, something that should be considered a talent, if of course, men who were caught playing it were not ridiculed for their whole lives.Not that he had ever played it for anyone except Loukas but the first day he had tried to and sing as well, Loukas let out a loud guffaw and told him that from the stories that Hermes had told him from his numerous travels, any man who could play any stringed instrument was never welcomed to parties, which was of c
"How long does it take you to wear a cloth?""I would stay longer if you make one more complaint Achilles, I swear on my feminity!""We both know there is nothing feminine about you.""You having a stick in between your legs does not make you a man, dear, I mean, guess who broke your nose when you thought she was a female?"He had grown quiet.And good riddance, Persephone thought, now tugging on the jacket, her eyes falling on the mirror infront of her that showed the exasperation she felt.There were beads of sweat on her forehead, her hair was packed to the back so that she could let some air touch her face at least, her chest rose and fell heavily and she felt oddly restricted in this men wear but if it made her ride her horses better, she knew she could bear it.Until of course, she exploded and poor Achilles would be at the receiving end of it.When she opened the door and met his grateful look, she smiled, "Do you already regret today?""It is your birthday." He said, like she