Venus Rising
Aphrodite began to glow... not the usual pale pink, but a bright, blinding white, No longer Aphrodite Pandemos, but instead Aphrodite Ouranos, the Sky Borne, The Heavenly One, The Queen of the Mountain. No longer common love, she is her purest form.
With a flicker, She and the white clad Atropos appear behind her sons, the glow around her moving to encompass them as a hand reached for each of them... Each of them an equal part of her, as well as that equal part of Ares they embodied so often. She did not like to try to overwhelm them - but she would save them.
Come, my children. It's time.
With a flicker, She and the white clad Atropos appear behind her sons, the glow around her moving to encompass them as a hand reached for each of them... Each of them an equal part of her, as well as that equal part of Ares they embodied so often. She did not like to try to overwhelm them - but she would save them.
Come, my children. It's time.