Alternate Universe Suggestion: Odyssey turned down a very different path upon awakening as an undead Latium would have an ominous feeling settle over it tonight, like a too thick blanket slowly smothering the inhabitants. Along the protected perimeter, drifting in a slow, almost floating movement was a pale-blue woman. Long strands of ink-black hair catching on the fence and nearby stones as it trailed across the ground behind her.
A once beautiful but now terrifyingly gaunt face scanned the land, sunken eyes of jet black peering at each home in an attempt to sense any of the participants that were sick, aged, or wounded.
Seeking out the taste of those about to pass on from life, in order to sustain herself.
"Oh, my. You wretched little thing. Who roused you from your sleep?"
Cronus wrinkled his nose at the scent of undeath, and a full bodied shudder ran along his back from the sight of the miserable thing.
"You were a fine lady, once. I can tell from your rags. Such a pity. I'll end this quickly."
he snapped his fingers, summoning a fireball that grew from the size of an egg to the size of a pumpkin, balancing on his palm before he tossed it in her direction.
"Who exactly do you think I am?" He wrenched his hand away, breaking off her connection with his life force. "I am Cronus! Titan of Time's destructive hunger! Lord of the Harvest! And by the time I'm through with you, you will learn to bow and scrape and kneel like a good little undead abomination. Do not make me summon the chains once more." His voice rose, and his birds, startled at the sound, took off to a quieter part of the grounds.
"And I am Odyssey, Former Ash Priestess and Guardian of the Umbra Forest! Just because I was cut down and brought back as this fucking... thing... does not mean I will tolerate your rudeness!" she snarled back. "I have devoured people far more important than you ever since I was stuffed back into this fucking body."
Her chest heaved, and she glared at him for a beat longer before closing her eyes with a heavy sigh. Counting to five in her head, she settled herself before looking towards him again.
Manners were something she hadn't used in years, but she suspected she was going to have to brush the dust off of them if she wanted another proper feeding from him. She was loathe to say 'I'm sorry' out loud just yet, however, so instead...
With a quiet grumble, she removed a brooch that was clasped to the front of her corset and held it out to him with a sullen look. Said brooch was one of her own belongings, one she'd added to the outfit he'd given her. It radiated with a quiet but deep well of magic, a flavour of divine magic that sparked across the tongue.
Cronus stomach rumbled at the scent of such potent magic, the percolating sound doing a good job of wrecking his sinister expression.
He blinked, staring down at the brooch for a moment before looking up sharply to meet her gaze.
"What are you doing?" He demanded, planting his fists on his hips, "What even is this?"
He tried to keep his gaze on the dark infinity of her eyes, but his own crimson irises flicked toward the brooch greedily.
Her scowl deepened at his hesitation, the icy blue of her cheeks darkening, and she thrust the brooch even harder at him.
“It’s not like I can use it anymore,” she muttered, huffing. “This school of magic is cut off to me now. And…” Fuck, he was really going to make her say it…? “…and I may have acted childishly out of spite for being locked up all night.”
She gave a final huff. “I will undo it later. Right now I am playing with the birds,” she insisted in a stubborn tone, still holding the brooch out to him. “Just… just take it already. I can make a different one later that suits what my magic has become better.”
Cronus fingers closed around the brooch.
"I'm going to replace this." He told her. "I'm not robbing you of your possessions. Hm. I suppose you can stomach some green magic? At least the aspect of rot and ruin?"
His fingers closed around the brooch and it vanished. He'd make use of it later.
