Morhpy had sent her to Olympus, because Pasi had taught the Nightmare to swim ( Read more... )

[OOC Disclaimer: The following post will not be pretty physically, emotionally or mentally. Please do not read if you are weak of heart (or stomach). Here there be dragons (or dragon ladies getting laid).

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The Typists]It was a gorgeous chalet in the French Alps. Gloriously appointed, with incredible views everywhere you looked, and ( Read more... )

The clack of Manolo Blahnik stilettos against the Italian marble floors of the temple was subconsciously satisfying to the Queen. She had spent the last few weeks carefully planning the decor of the new temple down to the last detail. The work had been handed over to servants to complete, despite the fact that Hera could easily simply will the ( Read more... )

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Kratos had told him it was done, that Strife was free...But Zelos’ head was far from completely centered. Hera’ insistence that Jealousy follow right along with her on her drug and alcohol binge was not something he could simple ignore. However, the fact that Strife was free relaxed the god somewhat...but then, there was ( Read more... )

Zelos smiled at Hera as they appeared at 611 Fifth Avenue, outside the Sak's Fifth Avenue in Manhatten. Zelos himself was never much of a shopper. If he wanted something, he just made it appear ( Read more... )

Zelos was fuming. He'd no more taken four steps away from Pothos when he disappeared in a show is lime green lights and proved that the god was one thing, and one thing only ( Read more... )

On something that vaguely resembled a rational level, Hera recognized that not that much time had passed since they’d arrived on the island. But Strife was already mostly healed, his… charming… family was lurking outside the shield, and Kratos and Bia were no more interesting than they had been at the outset of this little “vacation.” Hermes had ( Read more... )

Previously lying in a pool of his own dark crimson ichor stretched upon the hardwood floor, there had been a putrid smell of decay infiltrating the atmosphere of the homely prison he'd found himself in, the scent of his own festering flesh nauseating him. Had it been mortal blood or blood he'd shed he would have delighted in the aroma. But through ( Read more... )

Hera had the spike heel of her alligator Manolo embedded through Strife's larynx into the wooden floor of the cabin they were in on Lime Island.

She had an invisible vise grip on his testicles, and when he became cheeky, she squeezed harder. She could feel them about to rupture.

The little bastard wanted to be cheeky, did he?

"You are so ( Read more... )

Finally ( Read more... )