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[heart-like-ice]

My my, it certainly is getting rather crowded up here... Danaides everywhere, nasty bitches aren't they? And I hear that Tantalus is running amok as well. I imagine the mortals must are terrified out of their wits right now. Maybe even a few gods or goddesses questioning their alliance. 

[stokethefires-archive]

a little behind; open

"So Hades has released the prisoners of Tartarus..." Hephaestus drawled, mismatched eyes surveying the most recent scene of destruction. It was old news to be sure, and a rather obvious observation given the danaide currently crushed underneath his hammer, but there it was. Great.

Pressing a heavy foot to the creatures head, Hephaestus pulled free his weapon with a sickening squelch and the danaide gave one last shudder. Then it stilled. Blood, thick and black, began to pool before spreading forth and tainting the earth with it's color. Disgusting, he thought. Stepping around it, Hephaestus started forward and walked into the city.

In truth, there hadn't been much change when transitioning from the outside to the in, though he'd thankfully been spared the smell of carnage up until that point. It blanketed everything and had he been a weaker man then Hephaestus might have gagged. He didn't, however, and the God began searching. If he were lucky he might come across survivors or another danaide to--

Hephaestus whirled around at the sound of footsteps, eyes narrowed and weapon raised. Not seeing anyone he barked "Who's there?", his voice echoing in and out of the rather empty area.

[earthmotherdemeter-blog]

Nurturing Nature || Open

      Demeter knelt in the garden in front of her woodland home. The soil in her hands comforted her and she inhaled its earthy scent with a sensation of pleasure. She put her hands over the newly planted carrots and watched as they burst through the earth’s surface.

            She rose and made her way to her private orchard. Nymphs plucked apples, oranges, and various other fruits from the trees, stopping occasionally to greet Demeter as she made her way down the rows. Her bare feet made contact with the soil and she relished the feeling the earth beneath them. She watched as the apple tree in front of her bloomed and reached out to pluck one of its sweet fruits from the strong branches. She sat against its trunk and sighed. She took a bite of her apple and smiled. She hadn't been home for quite some time and it was nice to see that the bit of land had been flourishing while she was away. The grass was green and lush and the trees' leaves had come in nicely.

       She took another bite of her apple, filled with a sense of mild accomplishment.  Demeter heard a rustle in the bushes to the right of the tree and wheeled to face the sound," Who goes there?" she asked.

[somethingthatican-confess]

Words like violence; open.

        Everything was gone -- from the peace of mind he used to have, to the structure of humanity as a whole. If was enough to make the God of Silence scream at the top of his lungs -- not that Harpocrates would give into the temptation, but the temptation was there nonetheless.          With a heavy heart, the wayward god made his way through the rubble of Athens. He had taken it upon himself to attempt saving what humans he could, but it was hard to find any that had survived the initial wave of Hades’ army. Most had either been killed or turned by the creatures that destroyed everything in their path.          As he moved through the rubble, his footsteps were soft whispers as Harp explored the city. He carried no weapon, just a backpack with supplies for when he did happen to find a human to help. So far there had been nothing, no soul to save, not even bodies worth attempting to bury. Just ashes and blood, parts of what once were people, left strewn across the landscape. It nearly made the kindhearted god sick, but he had to trudge on. There was no time to mourn when there were others in need.          When passing one of the few buildings still partially standing, a faint sound caught his attention, forcing the curious and worried god to investigate. Carefully he would inspect for signs of life, venturing in despite the strange feeling in his gut. Harpocrates was sure that he had heard something. He needed to check it out, possibly help out whatever humans might still be alive, and get them to somewhere safe -- he couldn’t leave them out there to deal with the new creatures that Hades had released from the underworld.         After a few moments of finding nothing, the quiet god had wondered if he really heard something or not. Maybe his ears were playing tricks on him, hearing traces of hope where there were none. With the faintest of sighs, he turned to leave, and that’s when he caught sight of a child hiding in a darkened corner.         Moving forward, Harp tried to inch closer, but it was very clear the child was afraid. Giving the widest of smiles, he knelt down to the same level as the boy. He let out a scared whimper, and instantly the god brought his hand up, pressing his forefinger to his lips. The sound would cut off, and the little squeak which had been forming in the boy’s throat, would be choked off as well. His powers might not be impressive, but they had their uses.         Slipping the backpack off his shoulders, he unzipped the front pocket and dug out a little breakfast bar thing, something sweet and no doubt filling for small tummy. With the same wide smile, he opened the bar and held it out to the boy. Nodding a little, he urged the child to take his offering. Just as the kid was about to grasp the bar, another sound alerted them both -- again his finger would press to his lips, as the god spun around and searched for the source of the noise.         Panicked, Harpocrates looked for anything that might be used as a weapon, just in case. What he would do with it he wasn’t sure, but it was better than holding a useless granola bar to fend of whatever the threat might be. He might not be a fighter, but the last thing Harp would allow to happen, was for something or someone to hurt the child.

[outcasted-goddess]

Alcohol, that's what the mortals call it right?

[waiting-in-the-dark-age]

How... does one catch... Fish. Town full of hungry kids back there. Must catch fish. Fishy fishy fish. Come on, fish. Come to meeee. No? That doesn't work. Alright. Fish! Come on. Why have I never tried to catch fish before -- oh right it looks really boring, it is really boring, really really boring, I'd rather be doing something else, why am I even doing this? Oh right, kids. Fish, come on fish, I won't hurt you, I promise I'll kill you really quickly. Fish... Fish please come on now, get in the bucket.

[withnothingtoshow]

The prisoners of Tartarus have been unleashed... And here I thought Hades had done all he was going to do. He is always proving me wrong.

[hecate-the-callous]

"A meeting," she scoffed. "As if their self serving attempts to convene for solution will bring about anything of worth, especially with the prisoners released. The Goddesses will whimper and whine for mortals already dead, the Gods will pathetically try to assert their dominance in a battle they are losing...

— And it will more likely than not end in an orgy. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Useless until the end."