Fire Crossposted to omni_phase 156 words
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Psyche’s sisters, those wretched harpies in mortal form--though long dead by his own brand of divine retribution, he wishes them alive simply to inflict even more damaging payback upon their hateful and jealous visages. Even now, as he spends this joyous time with his beloved, he thinks at least once a day on some new torture. Today, he sits in front of the fireplace all toasty and warm as he and Psyche seek comfort from the rains outside. Today, Eros considers roasting them over the warm flames. Ohhhh or better yet, Hephaistos' fires-yeah! He can see it all now in his vivid imagination. Those boils on the face of humanity being toasted alive and melted down to become one of Hephaistos’ many tools.
He muses this all the while, not letting on to his beloved, of his favorite new past time. They may have been wretched excuses for mortals, but they were her sisters, after all.
Psyche’s sisters, those wretched harpies in mortal form--though long dead by his own brand of divine retribution, he wishes them alive simply to inflict even more damaging payback upon their hateful and jealous visages. Even now, as he spends this joyous time with his beloved, he thinks at least once a day on some new torture. Today, he sits in front of the fireplace all toasty and warm as he and Psyche seek comfort from the rains outside. Today, Eros considers roasting them over the warm flames. Ohhhh or better yet, Hephaistos' fires-yeah! He can see it all now in his vivid imagination. Those boils on the face of humanity being toasted alive and melted down to become one of Hephaistos’ many tools.
He muses this all the while, not letting on to his beloved, of his favorite new past time. They may have been wretched excuses for mortals, but they were her sisters, after all.