"Red String of Fate"
LEAVE “RED STRING OF FATE” IN MY ASKBOX I’ll generate a number from 1-77 (YES SEVENTY SEVEN OPTIONS!) to see what is in our muse’s destinies then I’ll write some drabble based on the number generated.
14. Our muses are destined to be enemies
The age of Greece had passed swiftly and Enyo had mourned the loss. But she’d moved on—albeit with far more reluctance than her companions—as all the rest had. Rome was to be the next super power, the next site where they could rule, could take their titles as gods as they so rightfully deserved. And they had, ruling over the empire for generations, instilling fear and respect throughout the world on a greater scale than even during their era in Greece.
Bellona missed the days she went by Enyo, missed her son, Enyalius, who had faded with the fall of Greece, too minor a god to weather the change. It was different, she’d admit. The world was changing, along with the empire. But they were where they belonged, above the humans, revered, respected, feared. And then the dawn of Christianity came to Rome.
Like an infection it spread through the masses, obliterating the polytheistic religion that had existed for centuries. Wiping out the prayer and believe that had fueled them for so long. And then the Angels came. Messengers of God, they spread through the world, daring to encroach upon the gods’ territory, daring to steal the belief of millions—and later billions—of mortals from them. Rivalries between the gods grew placid as their hate turned to another target, the deities banding together in retaliation to the latest threat on their very survival.
So the gods and the Angels of God went to war.
It raged on and on, ravaging the world below, staining it in one great sea of blood. So many deaths, so much carnage. And in the end it was a stalemate. Neither side could completely eradicate the other, they were both just too strong. And thus a tenuous truce was formed.
But neither side forgot, and neither side forgave.
Halfbreeds and Nephilim staked wars in their parents’ honor, fighting for the victory neither side had been able to claim themselves. Enyo watched along with the other gods as her children were slaughtered, promising revenge upon the Angels, no matter the cost, no matter how many centuries it took.
And then one day, she met him. A Nephilim boy with blood purer than many of his breed these days. His eyes glowed golden, like Apollo’s chariot, and she hated him to her very core. He was a child born of her enemy, and for that, they would always be enemies, no matter what.
No matter what, she would always despise him.
