#the demons ...well..... looks at Artemis-- my only monster muse who LOOKS like what he is jhfydujid

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Gods and Mentality: A Comedy From Trechury by Hermes

There are days where I feel fortunate to witness the tides of time wash over mortals whilst it only covers my feet. I am Hermes, god of greek myth, messenger, master of speed, truth, and yes, my legs sprout wings. 

Piercings of aged gold run along the humerus and ulna of each wing,  swirls of smoke from the soot of tartarus are bestrewn across the inner vane, bandaged by ripped tunic pieces of the fallen. ******** Zeus. The blueprint to the silver daddy. Hair like the wisp of a cloud in a thunderstorm, beard down to his collar, curled and shapen, muscled like marble at 6’2, went mad with power from an unknown source of pure magic; unable to differentiate friend from foe. As I was near to piercing his heart with my spear end of Caduceus inthralld in despair, Zeus fell to his knees with grief and shame. The purple black glow from his eyes started to fade, vowing to use the last of his new found powers to create gems linked to portals between worlds. As well as the given ability to pass on our gifts and mantle to anyone we deemed capable of such a grand responsibility. This would ensure the capability of creating portals to different realms in which to trap the remaining Titans, and seal them off, but to also control the comings and goings between realms of god and man. The only ones to have kept their place in Olympus, would be myself, Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Persephone, Artemis, Apollo and Diyonisis. It is unknown what happened to Hera, she disappeared after the titans attack on Elysium, 1 year to the day post Titanomachy. The rest either got killed in the battle or by Zeus’ rage. The rest of the survivors retired and passed their powers unto an unsuspecting mortal. Athena managed to find someone of her own decent to pass it on to. Apollo only shows himself when he is needed most, otherwise he stays in the sky (like a bitch); location unknown. 

Aphrodite never divulged what had really happened, but the one and only seductress passed her prowess and assets to a young woman of curvacious colour. To whome I share ownership with to a queer burlesque variety club made out of an old opera house, in Paris, France. I couldn’t imagine the thoughts rushing through the minds of those that chose not to pass on their mantle. To choose the end of one’s legacy is a strange thing, but thinking about it now, I understand. There are days where I would love to give it all up and retire, age gracefully with a fat husky, and a dog. I saw the universe at It’s earliest stages. I’ve met or bedded the brightest minds in the arts, sciences, and ever growing society that is the human race. I have my muses stationed all over the world, Ariana, Celine, Lizzo, Pink, you name it. My own Charlies Angels network if you will. Elizabeth would never admit it, but she got the revamp idea from me. (Zeus doesn’t have to know.) Why else do you think women are dominating the music industry these days? All me with a pinch of Aphrodite. She does like a woman with curves. ******** {Athena} “I can’t help but notice the spark in your eyes is fleeting Hermes” {Hermes} “ I believe that spark you used to see was merely an accident. I wouldn’t dream of showing my hand in that of happiness or hope in this dreary world. Politicians played by children, musicians that have no business calling themselves such things, and Instagram is the new body cache” {Athena} “My apologies my lord, I hath not gleaned at the power of your omnipotence to be masked by such millennial trifles” {Hermes} “Firstly, how dare you? Secondly, f*** you” {Athena} “That position has already been filled by those of the female persuasion, my dear” {Hermes} “Well excuse me, greek goddess of myth, war, strategy, compassion and newly added love for strictly vaginas”

{Athena} “Damn right I am!” *Taking a drag out of a well cut and packed cigar* {Hermes} “It is prudent to remember that no one knows who you really are, it may be best to find a front of an occupation. For example, I run a popular european night club, as one does. Even angels have been known to create their own version of heaven on earth from time to time.” {Athena} “I suppose” {Hermes} “Gods like Zeus, Hera, and even Hades refused to deal with such mortal based existences. However, to keep a semblance of order on this plain, it’s best we don’t arouse any suspicion of the court” {Athena} “The court?” {Hermes} “ Ah, yes, she never told you did she? The Court, is a group of over ambitious myth busters of the supernatural occult, magic, gods and monsters, etc etc” “From the first to current leader, they’ve been trying to expose me and the others, as a ‘malevolent god, hungry for power and human enslavement like in the days of old!” {Athena} “That sounds stupid” {Hermes} “Yes. But they exist none-the-less” The Court has been on my trail since the dark ages. They recruit those of man made religious belief; catholics, christians mostly. Johnathan Jobe Jackson ( I’m not sure how anyone can get any more bible thumper than that) is the descendant of Archibald Fredrics. Obsessed with debunking anyone who claimed to be other than the one true God. I’ll say this, I respect all religions and whomever one decides to choose as their patron god. But if you start to light a fire under my ass with holy water at the ready, we’re going to have problems. I might like the being tied up part too much. The best part is their use of selective magicks to help them gain the upper hand. Thankfully they’re incapable of actually killing us; Not for lack of trying, the hierarchy behind The Court is equally nauseating. The lesser are called Acolytes, then Courtiers, then the faction leaders, 7 of which are called Altiorems (Latin for Higher. Pretentious dicks). The worst of the bunch are the Seniorem Unum (Elder One). Three “fine specimens” of magical ingenuity that led to fickle immortality. By that I refer to what happens if any of them use too much magick after their rebirths. Someone failed to mention to them the price of black magic. Jackson is the ‘head boy’ of the Altiorems. He aspires to be one of the immortals, but falls short on IQ requirements. A waste of a man that makes Percy Weasley seem lacking in abundant annoyance. Hazel eyes, at 5’6 ft, and insistent upon wearing a hideous embellishment of a relic crucifix from the early days of Fredrics little book club. The silver and gold engravings look like you could almost peel it off and reveal chocolate. But not the good kind, like 90% dark chocolate with mint filling. Inlaid are what they claim to be shards chipped from old god made gems that give them their power.  My theory? Some dumb ass put their trust in a fae or demon and thinks they’re in control. How is it that humans are still alive? No, let me rephrase that, how is it that pedantic, racist, balding monk-wannabe white people are still alive?

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