Styx appeared hand in hand with Pasithea on the steps of Nyx's temple in the Underworld. Pushing open the door ahead of them, she let Pasithea go inside, before she sent out a silent summons to her family.

"Mother Nyx, Goddess of Night; Brother Thanatos of the Dead; Nephew Morpheus, King of Dreams. The Keeper of Oaths summons you.She didn't expect ( Read more... )

Two moves into this game and he knew he was screwed ( Read more... )

It was a flushed, but eminently happy Styx who appeared on the silvered banks of her sibling's river. Her legs ached pleasantly from the hours upon hours of dancing she and Phobos had just finished. And now, her mind was set on other things, plans ( Read more... )

Lethe was bored, this boredom needed to go away. She was still in Barbados.. And not really enjoying herself. While she was glad to be out of the underworld. Pothos was very, very forward with her. It made the shy River Goddess feel out-of-place. And now Strife was there! And her sister Lotus had been there too ( Read more... )

Strife was sleeping; Pothos was muttering sappy stories.. And Lethe was confused. Hades was dead; she was in Barbados and didn't want to leave ( Read more... )

So Zelos had finally tracked him down and gave him his assignment and while Strife really needed to see Zeus because of what was written in the letters, it was only fair that he do the job he agreed to do first. After all he was paid for it when he was allowed to escape ( Read more... )

Blue skies and bluer waters, the sun shining down on bronzed bodies and the white sand underneath your bare feet. The endless nights full of flowing, great-tasting booze and nearly-naked writhing bodies (completely naked off the dance floor and on the bed). Passion and Desire and Yearning. So many people, so many gorgeous, beautiful people in the ( Read more... )

Cross-posted to personal livejournal.

Set after Lethe's trip to the the club Underworld, where she's conversing with Lotus.

Pothos didn't know how long it had been since his last conversation with Aphrodite - since the moment he knew he lost Himeros - sweet, sweet Desire - for good and to the clutches of some ragabond Underworlder. He didn't know ( Read more... )

But not the Underworld Lethe was sitting at a bar, in a club called the Underworld. And it certainly was nothing like the underworld at all. Not one damned bit, she thought to herself. Lethe just wanted out, and away. Her family was tugging at her one way, Olympians another. Oblivion was not going either way. She knew a certain Klo.. was forgetting ( Read more... )

Lethe did something with that loony Kharite that had chased a whole handful, a smorgasbord of pills down with vodka like they had been something as innocent as sunflower seeds! It had relieved him immensely to be rid of her presence in his house! What a bloody loon! He didn't remember Pasithea very well, but he never remembered any Kharite being ( Read more... )