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To Kill A God[Private] Jul 29, 2018 22:03:46 GMT

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Post by THEOCELESE on Jul 29, 2018 22:03:46 GMT

”Why have you...summoned me, I wonder?” Theocelese, or in this time and place would be addressed by his ancient and original name, Achilles.he stared at the three beings, no, gods, with golden eyes Radiating malice and hatred to such a degree even these creatures standing before Achilles were forced to wince. Never had a champion of Olympus been forced to endure such levels of torture. Not even Odysseus’ fate left him so utterly scarred and violently broken. The arrancar raised his weapon in hand, noxa, to be aimed at potential victims. The brutal chain axe came to life, the weapon letting out a guttural and throaty growl as the teeth began to churn the air. At first, these archaic humans could not believe what they were witnessing. Had Achilles gone this mad? And just when things were looking up for him too. Then again, they should have known their brother made the old soul what he is at the moment.

“Achilles...” the only woman of the three began. Athena. The real Athena, spoke in a soothing tone. Even the virgin goddess was capable of maternal instincts, and right now the told her the spirit she so cared for all these decades needed a healing balm. “Have I ever led you astray?”

Achilles remains silent however Noxa does not. Her singing teeth begin to spin ever so faster. “We are not here to combat you, Ares, Thanatos and myself. We are here to help you earn what you desire so dearly.”

They knew. They always knew. Achilles sneered, letting out a throaty growl of his own. “I trust you very little, Athena. I do not trust the gods of war and death.”

Ares’ face twisted angrily. How dare the mongrel act in such a manner when faced with his benefactors? Was this infamous creature really unaware of how his destiny had been aided by their guiding hands? “What a choice weapon you wield now, Achilles. What a monstrous thing, perfect for how low you’ve sunk.

Enough, Ares.” Thanatos whispered, his words a cold breath in a hot summer evening. “Your powers. When utilizing them which words do you speak? What do you call your fabled shield?”

Theocelese stood there silently as he came to a slow realization. Noxa dipped down to the ground beneath him and his gaze shifted from one deity to the other. “You have been helping me this whole time?” Achilles asked, the fire in his golden eyes far from extinguished.

”in our own way, yes. Only when you needed it. The night you first encountered the Trojans. I cooled the rage in your mind, Ares focused the fury in your heart and Thanatos kept your unstable powers emerging from tearing your form asunder.”

Now much of the past made sense to him now. Just as Athena poised her lips to continue, the arrancar raised his hand to silence her. This was all he needed to hear, not caring for any further explanation. “Why are you here? What do you wish of me? Who are you wanting to die?”

Thanatos laughed, and it was like sharpened nails horribly being smacked and dragged against a chalkboard. From within the contents of his robes, the god produced a magnificently glowing golden diamond encrusted with rubies.

“We have information you have been painstakingly longing for...but it comes at a price.” Athena spoke with a soft smile.

“There is much I wish to know, but I need not treasured trinkets from a god. What is contained within it?” Achilles replied.

“Show him already! The sooner he sees the sooner we get this accursed meeting over with and we get what we want!” Ares bellowed to Thanatos. The other male god inclined his head and the metal gem came to life. Like a projector the hazy image of a platinum blonde haired woman appeared as a hololithic image. Her light, sky blue eyes vibrant and full of life...and yet...were wrought with despair. Her full lips were pursed in a smile, but her face looked dirties and worn. Her olive skin soft but lacking a healthy glow. Theocelese gasped, and he could not find a way to breathe. He dropped Noxa and took two steps forward, ragged disbelief replacing the embers in his eyes.

”But...How...Hektor made me...” He trailed off. Confusion was now evident in the arrancars eyes; he looked to each of the three like a lost child looking desperately for answers.

“Do you remember the day you and your myrmidon stormed the beaches of Troy? When you severed the tributary statue of Apollo on his own shrine grounds? He’s been the mastermind of your misfortune for many moons.” Athena spoke matter of factly. “With some help of an Aegis Shard he stole from Ares, he gained the powers to dictate your soul and those you’ve found significance with, no matter if they are positive or negative. He holds your wife’s essence in a soul shroud which...he stole from Thanatos.

And what did he take from you?” Achilles snarled.

“Lets just say I grew tired of his games.” Athena shrugged her armoured shoulders. “Bring the stolen possessions and we will give you the answers you so desperately seek."

Achilles' body tensed. There was no other option, but before he could think of anything else, his golden eyes darted back to Thanatos. "Can I speak to her? Or am I only to be shown her image and sent into a maddening fury?!" He bellowed, the hateful latter-half of his words echoing all the way down the side of the mountain. Panting heavily and fingers twitching on Noxa's haft, the weapon responded to his pain by bursting to life in pulses which matched his breathing. The god Thanatos let the once demi-god settle himself down, knowing his next set of words would only set the Lion ablaze once more.

"What do you have to pay for this service?" Thanatos asked, grim-faced.

"Are my lamentations and suffering not enough to placate you? What is it you want? A hundred souls? A thousand?" Achilles growled through gritted teeth, beginning to take forward steps.

"All of them. All the souls of the Quincy you take, I must collect, for they attempt to dismantle the Great Scales." Thanatos glanced to Athena, who gave him a stern look. "Consume their essence...and what is taken, I shall extract."

Ares piped up, his temper flaring as much as the Arrancar's. "I demand tribute of these Quincy as well. Flay them before you take their spirit and bring me their pelts."

The emotionally charged Arrancar nodded quickly. So this was their price for their aid? To find the Sun God? "Done. Now what is it you request of me to speak with my wife?"

"Nothing, Achilles. Forgive Thanatos. Forgive us all. We have clung so much to the past, we cannot help but to expect ancient traditions when interacting with another soul from that era. Calm your thoughts and soothe your mind. You will not have long, for once Apollo realizes what you are doing he will destroy this sight-vessel." Athena approached the Arrancar, putting a hand on his hardened shoulder. "Return to the place this all began. There you will find the Apollonian Guards awaiting you--but beware! They are no push over. Apollo's oracles have foreseen this event the moment your men sacked his shrine. They have been readying themselves..." The information was given, and Achilles would soon be set to task. But first, she held an arm towards the haze visage of the woman Achilles' soul loved more than any other in all his other lives. "Go now. Speak with her. Thanatos...Do it."

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To Kill A God[Private] Aug 6, 2018 6:22:49 GMT

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Post by Sophia Triantafillou on Aug 6, 2018 6:22:49 GMT

You're the fire and the flood and I'll always feel you in my blood
Everything is fine when your hand is resting next to mine

[ N P C ]

For once, Thanatos did not object to Athena's command. At her urging, he held out the orb before him, surrounding the otherworldly globe with a deep indigo light. The glass sphere - filled with a swirling, ebbing mist of soft gold surrounding the image of his long lost love - slowly became stained as with tendrils of inky violet light. The gentle swirling of the fog within grew agitated, roiling like thunderheads as the projected image solidified from a faint image to a solid realness of form. The figure within seemed to sense something was amiss, for she turned her back to Achilles' view, her head turning side to side as she sought the source of this disturbance in her isolated prison. Within the shard, flashes of bright gold light glimmered like distant lightning, an angry boiling as they protested this intrusion of another god's power. At last, the fog within clarified into a soft grey surrounding a true image, the young woman with long hair of palest gold fluttering unbound as she turned, concern furrowing her brow as soundless her lips formed an obvious call seeking the source of disturbance. As the image clarified, the swirls of mist settling within the orb's center, her voice at last came through, echoing as though within some vast cavern.

"Hello?" she called out, "Who's there? Show yourself! I'm not afraid!" Her fists clenched, knees bent in a ready position, though her voice shook. Something over her shoulder caught her eye, and she turned, wide-eyed, to find a dense apparition of dark, ominous violet clouds lit from within from some nefarious storm. In their midst a shadowed figure stood, his burning eyes dark with some great and terrible fury. Something in his gaze reminded her of the great being responsible for her capture, though his visage was as far from the austerity of the sun god as night from day. She recoiled from the disdainful sneer curling his dark lip. "Wh-who are you? What do you want?" She drew herself up, tilting her head back slightly, a challenge flashing cold in her blue eyes. "Know that I am a prisoner of Apollo, and should any harm come to me, he will kill you."

Thanatos' laugh was hard, cold, cruel. "I do not fear the golden fool. Do not think to threaten me, girl," he growled. "Thanatos," came Athena's cautioning tones. He scoffed, pushing the orb into Achilles' hands in an off-hand gesture, and he slouched off, lurking a few paces away. Something of the violet tendrils of smoke seemed to hover around him, drifting in lazy curls of smoke across the floor and rising up to pillow beneath the orb in an insubstantial column, ebbing and flowing around Achilles' hands. Beneath the smooth crystalline surface, the image of Sophia flickered like firelight, her eyes widening as she recognized the face that now replaced Thanatos in her prison, suspended like a vision in the midst of black smoke. Her hand reached out, tentatively, through the haze, but met only the cold dampness of mist.

Her eyes turned sad, recognizing the trials he had been through in the long and dark years of the cruel existance that passed for an afterlife. Some shadow passed over her features, and a hand reached to her throat. Her fingertips brushed absently at her chest, as if his face brought back some carnal memory of the soul chain that had once attached there. Her shoulders rippled in a shudder, and she gave her head a shake, forcing a sad smile to her lips. "My love, my Kousta," she said warmly, wrapping her arms around herself for lack of wrapping them around him. "I am glad to see you again...with my own eyes. But...how is it possible you have gotten through here? I can sense that Apollo has no knowledge of your presence. I hope it stays that way, his fury would know no bounds if he knew you were speaking with me." She stepped closer to the swirling dark mist, her eyes roving over his features, yearning above all else that the shroud would fade away and she might escape the pale nothingness she had been kept in, and find herself standing beside him for real.

[ / N P C ]

I was only walking through your neighborhood
Saw you out loud honey in the cold I stood
Anywhere I go there you are

Anywhere I go there you are

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To Kill A God[Private] Aug 6, 2018 23:02:14 GMT

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Post by THEOCELESE on Aug 6, 2018 23:02:14 GMT

The former Eighth Espada watched, nearly heaving at how much his chest expanded and contracted from just witnessing this. More terrifying than despair, Achilles stood there with the idle tapping of his warped fury churning the inside of his mind. He wanted nothing more than to brutalize and butcher the Sun God at this very moment. To lift the ancient deity back to the heavens, and drive the Golden Tormentor over his knee was not enough. Could not be a enough. No recognizeable features would remain, not once Achilles' hands were able to wrap around the bastard's scrawny throat. The axe in his hand began to fully return to life, the hooked teeth sawing at open air. His own teeth began to grind together to the point where if anymore pressure were applied, both rows would buckle and crack. Unbeknownst to Achilles, Ares strode forward as the relic came into the once demi-god's hand. The god of War grabbed the axe, having kept a keen eye on it and contemplated on having Hephaestus craft such a terrifying tool for himself. This spurned the Grecian into action. On both heels he turned, ready to lash out with fangs barred--That is until he heard Sophia's voice. Whatever rage manifested this state of hyperfocused aggression, stalled like an engine. His lips twitched and he blinked, attention going to the woman speaking to him.

There was no doubt in any of the minds of Achilles' present company that to be denied this chance to exchange words meant an immediate oath of vengeance upon them. Like his wrath, the man was utterly speechless, fumbling over words he wasn't even sure how to form. "They...helped me. Sophia." He muttered almost breathlessly. With pain ever so clear in his eyes, Achilles just stared. Gold met blue, and a single hand rose as if lock fingers with hers. "Apollo knows nothing of fury. What he does know...He knows I will be there for you soon. Better to let him find out lest I be greeted with weakness incarnate." His savage nature began to flare once more, lips curling into a disdainful growl. The world began to turn red, his vision thick with the fogs of war. "Tell me this decrepit creature has not harmed you in any way." The statement was spoken in a guttural manner, more of an order than anything else. The last time they spoke--He was watching some children's cartoon with their daughter while she went out to the market. Never did his tone ever rise when speaking to Sophia, nor did he lay a hand upon her in a manner unwanted. This...This animal was something else. A veteran of a thousand wars, grizzled and hardened, rife with excitement at the prospect of bloodshed. There was still the woman's husband there--somewhere in his currently addled brain, but he was not all there.

"I know where you are, but I'm held back by my....detractors." Achilles murmurred this. "Athena withholds information from me, or else I would already be on my way."

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Post by Sophia Triantafillou on Aug 7, 2018 7:10:27 GMT

In a way, I need a change
From this burnout scene
Another time, another town, another everything

How many times can I break but not s h a t t e r ?

[ N P C ]

Those sharp azure pools missed not the fury of change take over the man she'd once wed, so very long ago, and for a moment they flashed with the deep savage gold slit-pupiled resolve of the striped feline tattooed down her left arm. The sudden ferocity was gone as quickly as it appeared, though the detached hard resolve did not fade from her gaze. The arms wrapped around herself shifted to cross, a far different gesture, as she stared unblinking at the ancient being she loved.

"I am as much a part of Apollo as my husband is of the Arrancar you have become, Konstantine. Do not speak to me of what he does or does not feel, I sense it every second of every day, as sharp and unforgiving as the rising sun. I sense nothing else in the world, except that, and my nightmares." Her voice was cool, detached. She could feel the palpable rage seething from him, and in truth, it made her angry. Shadows rippled across her skin, pale as a promise, in jagged stripes, fading once more into her tan skin.

Here he stood, learning of her presence after decades, centuries...hell, even millenia, she had no idea how long it might have been...and as ever, his rage boiled so hot he could think only of destruction even of the ones who sought to help them both. Giving life to the beast instead of the man, aye, but she could forgive him that. She knew well the tremendous peril a soul underwent during that horrible transformation. None should ever come back from that, and yet she had. The morbid apparitions of those terrible days haunted her eternally. Perhaps it was only that her human soul could no longer find it in herself to comprehend the riotous existance of the Hollow.

"Did you think to project humility before her mercy and ask her the information you seek?" she asked, perhaps a bit more sharply than she intended, her eyes narrow. Her jaw clenched, her throat working to swallow the knot rising there. She was quite sure she knew the answer. Even back then...before...he had lacked a certain degree of humility. "I can feel her desire to help you. But if you want the hard truth, my love, she does not wish to help you. She wishes to help me."

Sophia swallowed hard, and turned her face away so he would not see the liquid glistening at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill out. Athena herself showed no reaction to these words, maintaining a neutral unruffled tranquility as she looked on the Arrancar and the girl reflected in the depths of the aegis shard. Her eyes betrayed nothing either in agreement or denial of the human's words. At last Sophia looked up again, her throat working hard to suppress the emotion choking her.

"I'm tired," she said flatly. "I'm tired of this place. I'm tired of feeling him in my head. I'm tired of conducting symphonies of silence in my head to distract me from an absent audience. I'm tired of idle hands eager for a piano's keys. I'm tired of hunger that never fades, of thirst that could kill, but I can't die. I'm tired of golden emptiness." Bitterness crept into her voice. Like a rising tide, the shadowed ripple of pale stripes passed over her.

"I've lost track of my deaths. The first, and the worst, that rebirth as a Hollow, those stick with me. But this last calling back into life was worse than all of them together. Nobody should have to endure that." Her eyes narrowed, resolve turning their blue depths hard as ice before flashing the tiger's gaze once more. "So let's have it. What do they want? What is worth a ruined soul's last death?"

[ / N P C ]

I had no idea that the night
Would take so damn long
Took it out, on the street
While the rain still falls
Push me back to you

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Post by THEOCELESE on Aug 8, 2018 1:17:22 GMT

There was no argument to be had, and nothing could be said as a retort? Even festering in anger, Achilles could not reach that point. Had it been Athena, Ares or Thanatos...then he would have verbally been at their throats. Potentially physically as well, if he could have it his way. "No." He said quietly in regards to the comment made on the obtainment of valuable information. Malice for others turned inwardly as he heard the words spoken to him. All the trials and tribulations he'd been through, no matter how fierce, nor how utterly destroyed his body was, could wreak havoc on him like knowing what he knew now. The only thing comparable was the torture of having to kill her at Hektor's command. To think how she was surviving--if it could even be called such a thing, was beyond him. The thick and bulging veins from face to neck, once ready to burst now sunk back beneath his steel hide.

"Thanatos wishes for..." Did she even know of the impending war? "He wishes for the souls of those I slay. Ares wishes for a blanket made from the skin of those I slay. Athena...Has said nothing. Collectively, they wish for my continued participation in a war already begun. I cannot refuse them." The man spoke quietly, almost a whisper. "To have it known you think you are already dead again before I can have you in my arms is Hell. I will come for you, Sophia, like I always have. I've never forgotten about you. Not a day passes without it being a reminder of mine own failures and all the 'what could have beens' creeping in my mind. Those are my nightmares....and so to suffer these reminders no longer, I lose myself to the rage. It lets me sleep." As the man spoke, a gentle tug at the titanium chain around his neck revealed the couple's wedding bands. "You've never left my heart or mind. All I seek now is your forgiveness, and beg you to endure until I end this injustice with the Sun God once and for all."

Achilles was not aware of the brooding presence. Nor had the other three deities, save for Athena, who at this very moment looked as though she'd rather be anywhere right now than here. Only the woman trapped in the Aegis Shard was made known to the new presence. It did not have a solid form, but instead, one of fluid shadows. The being put her arms around the woman's husband, in nothing more than a motherly fashion, and the voice that followed sounded off in a sharp whisper. Not harsh, not demeaning, but cruelly maternal.

"My poor child of the night!" Exclaimed the being, the pale yellow eyes drifting from the Arrancar unknowingly in her grasp and to Sophia herself. "Say nothing, girl. I have my own reasons for involving myself. Poor Achilles...planted and harvested since his death at Paris and Apollo. Nothing more than a broken toy for a savage and stupid child." The newly appeared deity 'tsk'd' several times, running the grotesquely long fingers down the bone plating of the Arrancar's mask fragment. "Apollo meant for him to be weak and crippled in the sunlight. Did you know this?" The woman asked in a vexing manner. "I would not have it. Could not have it...and so I hung a nice little curtain in the sky the day Achilles as to be cursed. That stupid brat complained to Zeus, but that old man decided it best not to cross me." The shadowy being let out an insidious and high pitched giggle. "Don't blame your husband for his anger. Achilles has always had a temper...The Sun God's Curse pushed it to a new extreme. Oh...Who am I kidding? It's always been an ordeal when he acts up. I'm surprised you managed to put up with it in the first place." One of the fingers went to the beautifully shaped lips, as if the being were contemplating to speak her next words.

"I love you, Sophia. Heaven, Hell, Earth and everything else I'll move to have you again. Stay strong for me. For our family. Can you do this?" The Former-Espada asked, his hand raised as if to touch hers and during this whole time, hadn't even registered the other Goddess' presence.

"And still a romantic! How lovely! But why am I here, you might still be wondering?" The ever-shifting expression turned malevolent now. "I have a need for revenge too. Achilles would never accept my aid...but with your help, he may actually achieve his goal in saving you." The figure nearly leaped off of the Arrancar at the image he stared--and with the barriers between them rippling, the figure stood beside Sophia. "He cannot win this fight on his own." The Goddess' voice became stern and booming with authority.

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Post by Sophia Triantafillou on Aug 8, 2018 6:56:11 GMT

What's the things they never showed you
That swallow the light from the sun inside your room

The harshness seemed to fade from her somewhat, her eyes softening as the tension eased out of her muscles. She took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Souls and skins are easy enough for you now. A vessel in which to transport the souls might be prudent. You know my advice now to reach Athena." The flood of temper for now ebbed, she allowed herself the chance to study his face. It was so alike the face she had known, virtually unchanged, but there was something slightly obscene to the set of his jaw, and the grotesque mask he bore signified the enormous change he had undergone. Some disturbance distracted Sophia, and she looked about her prison for its source. Insistent as the rain, and cold as ice, the feeling crept down her spine, but she could not place it. She frowned, gave a shake of her head, and turned back to her husband.

The exposure of the symbols of their promises to one another nearly brought tears to her eyes all over again, but she smiled through the deep yearning that the rings brought to her. "Kousta, you have done nothing that needs my forgiveness, truly. There is an end in sight now, and steps to take to reach it. I am strong, you know that, and I will endure." His calm admittance of the reason for his rage sent a pang of guilt through her. She knew more than enough of drowning oneself in something - anything - to escape reality. To cope. As she had done.

Again, that creeping feeling of cold rainwater down the back of her neck sent goosebumps rising on skin, the feeling raw and alien, stronger this time. Seconds later, the creeping shadow materialized behind Theocelese, and stunned into silence, Sophia looked on, uncomprehending why the Espada made no reaction to the creature curling tendriled claws around his shoulders. Too shocked to speak, still the surprise was sharply evident in her face, her vision slightly out-of-focus as she stared over his shoulder.

It seemed to take a long time for the words she spoke to reach Sophia's ears, and a lifetime before she understood what was said. By then the goddess' simpering laugh made the hairs on the back of her neck rise. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She had almost no contact with any of the great gods but Apollo, and his attitude had not endeared her to any of the vain gods. She liked Athena decently enough, but trusted her little; this one she did not care for at all, and not the least because of the arms wrapped around her husband. Not out of jealousy, but out of the simple fact that she had the liberty to stand beside Achilles, where Sophia did not.

As Theoceles began to speak again, she blinked rapidly a few times, frowning as she focused more fully on his words, and a sad smile touched her lips. She did not, no matter how much she desired to, give this shadow-being the finger as she desired and tell her exactly how she put up with Konstantine's anger, and what she could do with her opinions. She abstained not because the goddess told her not to, but because she didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that she was bothered by what she was doing.

"Yes, of course. I know you will stop at nothing. I still have some small measure of my Dreaming sight. I will try and use it to help you, if I can. I think I can borrow some of Apollo's power without him noticing, and use it to reach your dreams..but it won't be easy." She held out her own hand to the insubstantial projection, her fingertips passing through the apparition of his own. A bright light flashed, like a flash of lightning, in the instant her fingertips passed through the ghost of his. Simultaneously, the dark shadow flew toward her, and in an instant had materialized in front of her.

Startled anger flashed in her eyes, and her lip curled that anyone would have the audacity to interrupt the one chance she had had to speak with her husband herself since the day she had been slaughtered in an alleyway. Sophia took several deep breaths, struggling to calm the rage she felt. Despite her impression of this being, it would not do to make an enemy of her, when every word she had spoken, though it had touched a nerve, had been to indicate a desire to help the Espada. To help her.

Sophia backed away from the goddess, crossing her arms with a frown and staring with cautious reserve. "He is fully capable of collecting souls and skins. Why should he have any trouble with that?" Even as she spoke, however, she remembered Konstantine's mention of ongoing war, and her skin prickled uncomfortably. She looked around to see if the swirl of dark smoke was still there, intending to ask him more about this war.

And I'll go on and I'll lead you home and
I'll become what you became to me

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Post by iiname on Aug 9, 2018 4:14:47 GMT

Oh how fun this was going to be.

The primordial goddess of night found herself smiling into the distrustful scowl Achilles’ chosen consort was giving him. She couldn’t blame the mortal woman, not if Apollo was the female’s standard of gods. Oh but oh...she did enjoy the ignorance of mortals in some aspects. Fearlessness wasn’t something she was accustomed to being who she was, and it was a rare soul that dared frown her direction. Yes this... Sophia was a refreshing sort, much like Achilles. A good match perhaps.

“Do not look so worried child...” Nyx’s fluid form swirled as if a mixture of pitch, air, smoke and silk underwater, her form disappearing for one moment only to reappear over Sophia’s other shoulder. “I,” She’s stress the word and its importance would reverberate through the sun god’s prison like a dangerous whisper. “Am no harm to thee...or he.” She’d say motioning from Sophia to the shadow figure.

“Impressive little trick is it not?” The goddess would ask of Theo’s shadowed form. “Thanatos has grown in power to tinker at such.” She almost sounded a proud mother. Then as if her thought was her form, in one fluid motion she was beside the shadowy doppelganger. “Though if he had any real power this....” Her own pale hand passed through the shadowy figure. “Would not be such an illusion but flesh made real.”

Through it all the goddess of night kept an ever watchful eye on Sophia and her expressions. “Tell me child. What would you give in return for one moment of touch?”

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Post by Sophia Triantafillou on Aug 9, 2018 6:25:12 GMT

Alas, Llorona
Llorona, dressed in pale blue
I climbed the tallest pine tree, Llorona
To see if I could spot you

Reluctant to allow this uninvited guest intrude on what little time she might have with her husband, Sophia fully intended at the first to ignore her utterly, and her shoulder turned, her body language effectively closing the nameless goddess out of her conversation. The very expression of slightly unhinged amusement in the woman's eyes set her teeth on edge. But before the shift in her body could be completed, the shadow-and-smoke creature disappeared, reappeared, making her movements moot. She jerked her shoulder away with a scowl and drew away. "I am not in the least worried. I am angry," she snapped, her chin rising in defiance.

This was not strictly true - there was a fear there, a fear of uncertainty that this figure represented, but Sophia was honestly passed caring. After all, what was the worst she could do? She highly doubted this goddess would risk an open challenge to Apollo. "Funnily enough, it seems to me that it is most often the case that when no harm is intended, it is nonetheless there. My own father sold me to his creditors." She stopped there. Many and more were the examples she might have provided, but she saw no point in dredging up such ancient history. She would certainly not trust this stranger simply because she was told it would be alright.

Sophia watched without motion the goddess' movements, her arms still crossed, her barely-contained distaste evident in the downturn of her lips, the crease in her eyebrows. Something about the careful caution of a felid in the face of an unknown entity lingered in the light way she stood on the ball of her foot, her stance ever so slightly widened in preparation of a fight-or-flight.

At the goddess' question, her shoulders rippled in a non-committal shrug. "Sure, it is a powerful enough ability. I commend his skills." Much as impressive as purifying a Hollow's spirit and trapping her within his own mind, or wherever I am, for however many decades I have been here. But she did not speak the last out loud. She dare not openly mock this stranger.

Her face froze in obvious shock for some moments with the goddess' suggestion. It could not be possible, certainly. Anger flashed, brief as a summer storm, that she would sink to goad Sophia with such a ludicrous suggestion. She blinked rapidly, a cold detachment settling over her features. "Even were such a thing possible - and I will not deny that it is, but I refuse to get my own hopes up - I have nothing left to me but my soul. And if I gave you that, than what's the point?" Bitterness crept into her voice, the tones threatening to crack with the emotion despite the lack thereof she was attempting to maintain. "Or do you mean to ask some future favor like a fabled witch of old? I'm sorry to say you're too late to ask for our firstborn, she is already born and lived and died, and too soon."

Y aunque la vida me cueste, Llorona
No dejaré de quererte
Y aunque la vida me cueste, Llorona
No dejaré de quererte

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“I am to be the vessel for Thanatos’ souls. He will extract them from me when we have finished purging the great enemy. As for Ares...” he stopped to think for a second. He wasn’t one to make light hearted humor in these seemingly ominous times, but it seemed almost too good of a time to not make s joke. “I don’t suppose he’ll provide the postage cost so I might as well get an exceptionally large trunk.” The smile that followed was half hearted at best, not meant to create positivity for anyone other than Sophia. From here on our, his wife seemed almost restless and uncomfortable. Had it been his mention of the conflict to come? At least, in his mind, more of it should be mentioned. Sophia had the right to know after charging headfirst at impending doom, her husband would turn right around s d do it again. Achilles had no knowledge of the newest arrival, and the conversation between the two went on behind the veil of shadows. Sophia’s words were not known to him, but most else may have been.

“They are called the Quincy, and they are nothing short of honor less bastards. From my understanding is that they seek revenge on their would be genociders. Far from an ignoble reason, to be sure but they were warned to cease their dangerous practices. If they did not threaten the great balance, and if they did not seek conflict with me then I very well may have consigned myself to a neutral position. It is from these lot that I collect their essence and hides. I will not lie to you, Sophia, when I say there is much elation to be had from this. I believe they are responsible for the disappearances of some of my missing friends, including my two foster sons, Solinex and Cross.” The evidence of pain upon his face grew intense at the mention of those names. The Arrancar took in a deep breath and exhaled softly. “I would prefer you not put yourself in harms way in order to help me. Right now...I cannot touch your hand with my own, unable to feel our lips touch. But I see you, and I hear you. I do not know the length of time we have left and so I ask you to do the one thing which has always soothed me. Sing to me.”

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Product of her own thought. Shape and motion thinks of somewhere and she’s there.
Silk on water....cream in coffee. Morphing.

“Angry? Why whatever for?” Nyx say sarcastically then would smile at the refreshing stand of defiance. Only to frown disapprovingly in her own right at the thought of a parent selling his child for a debt. She’d make a point to as the Keres about that particular person at a later date. “Tch.” She’d tisk at the idea of an unwillful harming on her part. “Those with power such as the gods...there are no accidents...” The dark figure would say as if remembering something she’d done long ago.

“My my my,” The dark goddess mused, ebon hair lifting, curling, disappearing only to reappear again. “You really don’t know who I am....” She said in mock hurt, long slender and pale hand over her heart to emphasis the words. “Oh well, best that, that it is...After all...” The goddess would make a swirling motion with her hand, a darkness pooled into a black mirror. “These unruly brats will never learn humility...If they find out I was involved...” The mirror flickered for a moment and Sophia could see the haughty three standing near Theo and more so a clear and vivid version of what Thanatos had created of shadow.

She’d smile at Sophia’s reaction only to make a pleased noise at some unknown thought she had at the mention of a trade of souls. “I do not think it will take something as drastic as THAT dear child. Nor will I ask of you such things as that shining spoiled brat does...” She’d refer to Apollo with distaste. “Really all this fuss over such a tiny statue....well it’s just a tantrum...” She’d seem to be talking more to herself than Sophia at that part. “Petulant borish boy....” Nyx’s golden yes fell back on Sophia with a bored expression as if she’d forgotten why the other woman was there. Then, as if she suddenly remembered what her own plan was, Sophia would once again find herself being smiled at...only this time....it was a kind one....and very strange looking on the night goddess’ face. “Yes child I think I WILL help you....and him...” Golden eyes would flit back over to Theo...

“I think ....I think I owe him at least that....” The dark goddess almost seemed....sad...like a mother who wished she hadn’t let her child learn a hard lesson....the hard way.... “Say child....do you like riddles?” Nyx would ask Sophia somberly. “Or was that the other blonde of Athena’s

Meanwhile....on Theo’s side of the fade...that very goddess of wisdom began to feel a cold creep down her own spine. Like someone had just walked over her grave, which for a goddess, was a hundred times more disconcerting than that of a mortal's feeling since they were supposedly immortal. “Achilles....” She’d say in hush caution as if he were speaking too loudly. Something was a miss....and while she couldn’t exactly tell how or why....she had a feeling that this very secretive plan that she and the other two had come up with was suddenly not so secretive.

“She is not alone.” Athena gave the other two gods a disapproving look, thinking they’d stupidly given away something to one of the servants somewhere. “Careful what you say....”

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We have got the power of destruction
You can always let it fall
But when we try to work on something solid
It is too goddamn hard

The blonde woman stood passive, watching with growing impatience as the other before her seemed almost to ramble. Certainly nothing she said had much meaning for Sophia. "No. There certainly are no accidents," she agreed, though such a thought was not any comfort. The goddess' next words brought another pang of annoyance to her, moreso from the second bout of implied mockery than anything else. "You could tell me who you are, you know." The suggestion seemed to fall on deaf ears, however, for the shadow's rantings only seemed to drivel further from sense, to the human soul's ears.

Sophia glanced back toward the shadowy mirror that had materialized, reflecting her own pale, wan face and the insubstantial goddess. She frowned as the three figures materialized, their images warped, somehow towering over Theo, who seemed somehow lesser through this strange, warped lens before the power of the three gods before him. She turned to stare at the being beside her, her frown deepening, and her disquiet. Even with her mortal's eyes, she could see the difference in ability there, and the immense power this goddess so clearly held gave her pause. Her husbands words sounded, and though they echoed still, he did not sound nearly so distant as he had through Thanatos' looking-glass.

"You find these Quincy to be beneath you," she spoke to him, not looking away from the goddess. "Do as you must. But try and remember, they cannot help what they are, any more than you can. They surely feel their cause is as just as your own." Some niggling thought nagged at her, and it seemed that the term had meant something to her once, but she could not recall what it was. She was not at all sure what they were, but by the venom in Theo's voice, she knew it could not be good.

The goddess' burst of amusement distracted Sophia once again, though for once she could share in the other's mirth. Despite her mortal's grasp on the situation, she, too, found it beyond ludicrous to hatch a scheme thousands of years in the making over desecration of one statue. One. Not one thousand, or one hundred. One. With that small shared moment, the tiniest crack in her caution began to form. She was far from trusting, but she was willing to settle for a lack of open hostility. For now.

The sudden abrupt change of subject to riddles took her aback. "I don't really know any." The pitch of her voice rose slightly toward the end in her uncertainty. By then, however, Konstantine's request to hear her sing had penetrated Sophia's thoughts, and she turned away from the goddess, stepping close to his image so she could focus. Her throat drew tight with emotion, recalling the last time she had sang for him, and she had to clear it several times before she could summon the words, and though the original tune was far from, now the tune was a soft ballad into which she poured her everything.

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Give it a thought, it takes a lot
To trust that someone else will catch my fall
It takes a lifetime, breaking goes fast
When everything that matters made of glass

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Achilles wanted to tell Sophia that the Quincy were beneath him. They were not justified in their cause, and that their only lot in life now was to finally die off completely. He wanted to bellow that after this centuries old vendetta in the making, he would build a dais out of the skulls of every single member of the Wandenreich. Their leader's heads would hang from his belt, and Apollo's own skull would be crafted into chalice. He could have screamed this all out, and the look upon the Arrancar's face at first suggested he very well might, but he remained silent and collected. "They may have belief in their cause, but from what I have seen they do not hold the capability to love. Revenge is their sole purpose. We shared that latter similarity, somewhat...but what will be their downfall is my determination to return to you. Nothing makes my blood boil with passion like you do. The only important objective in this conflict is to see you waiting for me when we march back home, to embrace you and hold you so that you may know the war is won, and no longer will I fight. This is how the Quincy and I differ. And this is why they will lose." The strange looks off to the side, the miniscule changes in facial expression, and the oddity in Sophia's eyes did cause Theocelese some distress. The woman remained calm, and so did he.

It was about this time that his imprisoned wife looked back to him, and their eyes met. She needed a moment to ready herself, Achilles understood. But the voice behind him caused the Arrancar's head to snap back, glowering at Athena. A hand rose slightly and he nodded, the look of malcontent melting away. "Yes, Athena...Just....Please...All of you...I need this..." Slowly, his head turned and their eyes would reconnect. His hand lifted into the air, desperately wanting to feel the softness of her cheek. Even without an instrument in hand, the song retained its gritty and powerfully moving meanings. He'd never quite understood how much was a reflection of what had come to pass until this very moment. Whatever thinly veiled demeanor of calm the Lion kept shattered as the last two verses approached. Moved to tears, he spoke the words with her.

"Thou shall not fear. Goodnight, my sweetheart."

Many moments of silence followed as the technicolor hellscape of emotions wreaked havoc on his mind. Achilles looked to be absolutely infuriated, his face wore a grimace and his hands, now lowered at his side, were fists made so hard his palm ran small rivers of crimson. His eyes, however, showed nothing more than complete passion and love. They were soft, yet stoic. "Whoever is there, I would beg you to show yourself. I am not stupid, nor will I play anymore games." Perhaps he was preparing for Apollo to appear, to tear down this visual and verbal only reunion. The trepidation in Athena's voice, however, gave him a pause from further enragement. The Goddess of Wisdom did not fear Apollo. Even with his godly trinkets, there were none others who could intimidate her so easily. Even Ares showed the utmost respect to her.

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“Ah, a shame, a good riddle now would fit perfectly with the mood...” Nyx mused then sighed. “I would ask your help in helping him if you wouldn’t so terribly mind...” Nyx said to Sophia. “He’d not listen to any god. He’d accept no aide...no help...no favor...not even from me.” The silken motion would flit from the image of Theocelese back to Sophia. “But perhaps you....yes I do believe he’d accept a small token from you...” The dark goddess would hold up a vial of pitch black though the contents inside seem to flicker like a star studden sky. “Just a token to help in the battles to come my dear.” She’d blink as Theo’s voice then would ask who was with the blonde.

It would seem the jig was up for her. Athena knew something was amiss and was on high guard. So she’d decided to answer Sophia’s question before revealing herself. “I am one of the primordials.” Nyx would say to Sophia as if it were not a big deal. “Aspect of the Night....mother to Death and Dreams among many others....” She’d start rambling again. “Though, most just call me....” It’d be here the goddess would let a slow smile creep onto her face. “Nyx.”

She’d let her name settle into Sophia’s bones while also allowing her own little mirrored creation to form on Theo’s side of the veil. “You sadden me my little lion....” She’d now address Theo like a spurned family member. “Not knowing I of all people was near you...I who saved you from the spoiled sun.....” Nyx would smile as Athena actually swore under her breath and widened her own stance....just in case. “Hullo children....” Nyx would call the gods. “How very naughty you all are to be sneaking around in shadows....MY shadows...” She’d tut them then move closer to Sophia, wrapping two protective arms around the blonde. “I do approve of your choice in consorts Achilles...she is as feisty as the Keres...I’d wager.”

“You’ll expose us...” Athena warned of Nyx’s interference in the sun realm. Nyx only replied with amused laughter to that then formed her own image into that of Sophia’s.

“Please little owl. The only thing I care to expose is why you are hiding what Apollo took from you from our little lion.” Nyx teased the goddess of wisdom. “Now be silent....Theocelese and Sophia are trying to share a moment...”

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You're the fire and the flood and I'll always feel you in my blood
Everything is fine when your hand is resting next to mine

Sophia's voice broke with emotion as her husband sang the final line with her. She took a deep, shaky breath to steady herself, only just able to keep her tears at bay. She had to be strong...for him, if not for herself. She looked up as Theo raised his eyes to hers, and his sudden speech to the others surrounding them reminded Sophia that they were not alone. She looked side to side, taking a step or two away from him. She had stood close enough to the shadow figure as to be within the shelter of its arms, her body taking her there automatically. She knew, beyond a doubt, even if Konstantine did not, that far from Apollo being present, he was as yet oblivious to everything happening in her little prison. By now she had deduced that the golden-eyed woman was responsible for that - the level of power she had so far demonstrated made her fairly certain that even Thanatos was not capable of that level of stealth.

Her song done, she turned to the goddess, a grim determination in the set of her brow and the hard line of her lips. "I will do whatever I can to help him. If that is truly your intent, then I will give you whatever aid I can. I would beg you not to play him false, though. He has suffered enough." She took the dark vial, frowning as she turned it over in her hands, studying it carefully. Her thumb brushed the stopper. The constant shifting of its contents glittered like the splash of constellations across the night sky in a muted iridescence that was fascinating to Sophia. She wanted nothing so much as to know what gave it such an ethereal glow. "But....what....how do I..get it to him?" she asked absently, cradling the gift in her palm, her attention wholly absorbed by the curious potion.

As the goddess introduced herself, the blond woman's face jerked upright, her eyes widened as she stared at the goddess, awareness finally settling in as to exactly who she was. It clicked, it all made sense, why this woman was able to slip in so easily into Apollo's realm. A being of light could hardly be expected to sense darkness. A laugh burst from her lips, soft and uncontrolled, as the irony of the situation settled into her awareness. There are no accidents, indeed. Of course if they thought to defy the sun god, the light, it only made sense to make an ally of darkness and shadow.

The appreciatory smile lingered on Sophia's lips as Nyx turned from her to address Theo. The tight squeezing fist of fear and doubt had somewhat lessened it's grip on her heart with the knowledge that they would have such an ally. Not to mention the lack of any degree of formality with which Nyx spoke to the other gods gave Sophia even more a feeling of camaraderie with the goddess. The sudden motion of arms around her shoulders made the blond jump, startled, as she glanced over her shoulder. She felt her cheeks flush at Nyx' comment about herself, but the pinkness quickly paled as she beheld the golden eyes turn blue as the shadow and smoke settled into her own reflection, until it was her own self wrapping her arms around her, which was quite unsettling. "Well, not so much anymore," she grumbled. That moment had passed.

I was only walking through your neighborhood
Saw you out loud honey in the cold I stood
Anywhere I go there you are

Anywhere I go there you are

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"Did you tip her off, Thanatos?" Ares muttered in a highly disappointed, but very quiet manner. Thanatos, in response let out a little growl. There was no point in simply attempting to deny anything from Nyx. If she was this involved, then she knew everything. "No. Best we answer without cryptic meanings lest we invoke her...games." The cloaked god returned words back to Ares, albeit in the same hushed tone. Like nuclear war, the best option here was simply to not pick where the bombs went. The game cannot be played if there are no participants, after all, and so the two younger gods kept silent and to themselves, for the time being. "...Mother." Thanatos nodded to Nyx, knowing better than to speak further than that.

Achilles, on the other hand stood there in silence. No, not just in silence, but sheer awe. He'd recognized not the form, but the eyes. And when both pair of golden orbs met, much more made sense. "Forgive me for seeing what I only wanted to see." The tone held genuine apology to it, and out of all the ancient beings clustered here, none had caused the Arrancar to drop to his knees in complete subordination. "I have prayed to so many...Athena, Thanatos, Ares, Nemesis but your altar has always stood above theirs. I..." At a loss for words, he watched as Nyx snaked back to his beloved. It was clear there was a reason he became so...trusting. From birth till death, the newest incarnation of Achilles was more prone to the nocturne than the day. As a baby, he never cried or fussed when the moon claimed dominance in the sky. When night waned and the agonizing daylight crept upon the mountain village, that was when he acted out worse than a normal infant ought to. He'd remembered the stories told to him by his birth mother, the uncharted solar eclipse in the sky in August of '74. Thoughts shifted to the night when his first encounter with the Trojan bastards and their whore of a princess awoke the primordial daemon within, and then to his death and rebirth as that monster let loose upon Hueco Mundo to hunt and feast and kill anything that stood in its way. A being proficient when there was no sun was hardly adept at losing when its primary hunting grounds never turned to day. Even his eyes were a resemblance to the Goddess."I have always felt more inclined to pray to you the most. Athena has gifted me with battlefield strategy, Ares bolsters me with courage to never flee a battle, Thantos has ignited my fury at all things and Nemesis has given me the path to those I've sworn to take vengeance upon." No wonder the God of Death had been the keenest on looking the other way when Achilles' temper got the better of him. His face shifted to confusion. If all of them were here, where was Nemesis?

"But you...you were with me at the start, weren't you? How many years? Decades--centuries, even?!" Achilles cried out, not in anger but mounting frustration as he pondered the other words spoken by the mother of darkness. "What has Apollo taken from you, Athena?" He wondered. "What have you been waiting to ask of me?" To topple his already vexed mind, Nyx mentioned a..moment? "I've heard her voice, Nyx...She's sung to me our song, written by her own hands. I can do nothing more, neither can she."

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Nyx gave Sophia a true smile at her words agreeing to help. "Then I pray girl, get that vial on his person by any means possible." The goddess of night would then laugh at the how. "Now now child THAT is all for you to figure out." True to her incorporeal nature, Sophia would find some things she'd have to manage on her own even WITH the goddess' favor.

"My baby boy..." Nyx would say to Thanatos like a doting mother. It would almost sound mocking though. Ares she'd ignore completely.

Nyx smiled sadly as she seemed to have broken the cub's mind for a moment. "You need not tell me things I already know cub." She'd say almost gently. "I did what I could for you with out coddling you. Though in odd reflection I regret I didn't do more...considering all of the interference..." She'd almost give the two silent male gods a scornful look like they were in trouble for just being there.

Nyx would blink at the sudden questions from the reborn lion. "Oh..." She started to answer his questions only to smile like a cat that had eaten a canary when he turned and snapped at Athena. She fell into bemused silence.

Athena on the other hand seemed...well...flustered. "Th-that is not yet your concern Achilles..." She'd spurn not liking this new kink in her meticulously laid plan...nor at how Nyx's presence only embolden the mortal. The goddess of wisdom too it seemed was careful of her tone with the primordial around. "I will ask my favor of you...later." She'd eye Nyx, wonder exactly what the other goddess DID know. Not even Thanatos or Ares knew of her current vexation, and she very much planned to keep it that way.

Her eyes moved from Athena back to Theoceles. "Oh?" She'd say of Theo's lack of ability to do anything. "But I can...."

Silence fell like a man into his grave as even the young gods looked at her like she'd lost her mind.

"You...You can't...Apollo would know if she left." Athena said cautiously.

Nyx giggled.

She fucking giggled. It was a sound that seemed to make the hair stand on end. An out of place, dark and ominous sound for something so mirthful. "Now now I'm not sitting pretty in this form for my own amusement little owl." She'd tut Athena before gently pushing Sophia closer to the mirror she'd made. "And I cannot lie and say it would be a rescue or a permanent solution but... what am I if not what I am." And the rambling was back. "I can give you a moment...brief yes...but a REAL moment." Nyx seemed to be only talking to Sophia and Theocelese now.

"What you do with it..."She'd move eyes from Theo to Sophia. "Is completely up to you...." There was a heavy meaning there for Sophia to grab. "I'll distract the sun brat....Go little child of dreams..." With a wave of her hand the barrier acting as the mirror began to fade revealing the other side of the veil and Theo there. It wasn't big enough for Sophia to escape through...but to reach through...embrace through...well that was a different story... "Touch your lion once more...and maybe both of you will remember not ALL gods are cruel ones..."

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All I can taste is this moment
All I can breathe is your life

Another momentary flare of annoyance crept across the blonde's face, but she could not even start to point out that with a veil of incorporeality separating them, it would be awfully difficult to pass on a solid object without being seen, especially from a mortal. Er, ghost. Spirit. Or whatever. No, Nyx had moved on as Sophia had taken the breath to argue, and she let it out with a grumble of wordless muttering and crossed her arms in a silent huff. If nothing else could convince her to warm more fully to the stranger, however, it was the sudden and unflinching deference with which Kousta spoke to her. She stared on in stunned silence as he sank to his knees, frowning, turning over this new information.

Lost in thought, she missed the mocking interaction between goddess and son, but the stuttering uncertainty in goddess Athena's voice roused her attention. A quiet rage began to burn then, for though that one pledged to help them, still she withheld, and just as Apollo did, to Sophia it seemed Athena had her own game to play, and it angered her that she and her husband were mere pawns in either plot. She said naught on that, however, not willing to invoke the goddess' rage. Too much yet hinged on her cooperation...for now. "He is not the only one wondering that, Athena. I too, would rather the terms of our life or death be out in the open. Unless you plan to beseech Nyx to allow us to speak again later, I see no reason not to discuss it now."

Her eyes darted from one speaker to the next, standing a little straighter as the thread of conversation enlightened her. She had a sneaking premonition what was coming, and in the pressing silence following Nyx' declaration, she stepped forward, standing an arm's length from the shadowed form of Theoceles, her eyes locked on her husband, the gift she'd been handed hidden tight against her palm with her last two fingers. She was not deaf to the heavy hint in her double's voice, and a grin of understanding came unbidden to her lips, a shared knowledge that she'd already guessed at their meaning, and she waited, her eyes never wavering from Theo's.

She felt the cool ripple settle over her skin, the swirl of dark fog that surrounded her, and within moments reached out the short distance separating them. Her fingertips caught on worn leather and cloth and without a second thought she tugged, hard, on the front of his belt, willing, demanding, that the distance between them close, while her head was already tilted back, waiting for his kiss. It was only too easy to tuck the vial deftly into the tight fold of fabric at his waist as her arms slid around him and her palms flattened against his bare skin.

Sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight

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Post by THEOCELESE on Aug 12, 2018 19:04:27 GMT

Right now, the Arrancar hadn't quite given much care to any other or the foul response given to him by Athena. He'd learn her intentions soon enough, what it was that she demanded. Some kind of trophy? Or perhaps a specific soul? Something nagged at his gut, telling him it was the latter. But who could it be? The biggest, and most distracting of actions were taken when Nyx blended the veil between the two dimensions. This caused Achilles to rise back to his feet, and even though his body lacked a heart, his blood still pumped, heated to a degree that could melt through the thickets of resolves. The thunder in his veins echoed across his body. There was no conflict, no enemy, nor any past consort who roused the man like Sophia did. He tried to move on, tried to keep the past simply that, but those efforts were futile. It wasn't so much the tug on his belt that begged Achilles to stand to attention, but it was knowing the touch was real. Her smell, real. This was no dream or illusion, for the gods themselves, even Nyx knew that if they tried to placate the Arrancar with such petty tricks, Apollo would not be the only one he would come after. Achilles would wear the skulls of every single god once worshipped in his country's pantheon as a trophy and testament to what happened when a man was pushed too far. Whatever lingering doubt Achilles had in all of this--mostly, he'd settled for the glory of revenge. Kill Apollo, save his wife, and damn the rest. If he died in this endeavor, so be it....but at least his love wouldn't be suffering as collateral damage for the transgressions of his past. That went away, at least for the time briefly, and despite all the uplifting moments to strengthen his courage, if it came to it, he'd die to save Sophia once and for all.

When their lips met, it was as if he'd ascended to what humanity equated to what they believed heaven truly was. Nothingness coated in sheer joy and the ecstasy of happiness. With this very kiss, he'd fallen in love all over again. What was just the pressing of lips turned into something far more heated. His carnal needs were craven, and by the way his hands moved about against the woman's body, this wasn't enough. Could never be enough, not at that moment. With his mind fogged by the needs of men, he hadn't the slightest inclination of the devious trick being played. For all Achilles thought and knew, this was just yet one more reminder for the future. Something that had to be given a rain check. 'Come to me. Kill the Sun God, and you will be mine once again', this was what the woman's gestures had thoroughly lodged into his mind. The kiss broke, and he embraced the woman he met all those years ago, the sounds of her profession pulling him forward. Achilles was far from done letting Sophia feel the presence of his lips on her, and a trail of kisses led him to her ear lobe. An arm retracted, snaking back to the man's own neck. He tugged at the chain bearing their wedding bands once, and it came loose. "Let that bastard know I was here...he knew I was coming for his skull regardless...but let this cur that calls himself a god feel nothing more than a frightening human chill run coldly down his spine." He whispered to Sophia, moving back slightly to let the chain link around her neck. So did Sophia give to her husband the unknown weapon of war, and to Sophia did Achilles give his wife the very symbolism of his resolve.

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To Kill A God[Private] Aug 12, 2018 20:54:29 GMT

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Post by iiname on Aug 12, 2018 20:54:29 GMT

Athena was getting a bit irritated with how these mortals acted once the goddess of night showed up. "I rather not say in such company." Athena answered Sophia. She'd leave it up to the blonde to figure out if she meant Nyx or the other two gods.

"Ah...young love..." Nyx said with a sigh, only to frown at the other gods and their reaction to Theo's threat against Apollo. The barrier was already beginning to reform. Not even Nyx could create a permanent rift here and she sighed. "Quickly children I'm afraid the time of parting has already come. Leave child of mine and you war brat." She'd out right command Thanatos and Ares. "Let the little owl speak to the lion of what ills her."

"Oh...and little lion..." She'd say as the barrier once again was in place between the two lovers. "Do try and keep alive...one war at a time and all...." She'd smirk at him like she knew what he'd been up to. And with that the goddess of night would no longer be visible to Theo's side, choosing once again only to reveal herself only to Sophia. Thanatos' own spell was still in place but Nyx's mirror would be gone as if she chose to leave the scene completely. She'd give Sophia a wink so the little song bird wouldn't give her away. "Our little secret." She'd say. "I want to see how the little owl plays this out..."

The little owl, Athena as it were...look very uncomfortable. The goddess of night had turned this terse business meeting into something Homer would be proud to retell. Romance bah. The goddess tilted her head and watched Ares retreat, already having named his price and seemingly confident that Theocelese would indeed bring him what he wanted. She'd imagine Thanatos too would retreat after setting a limit of time on his own spell.

Once the three and unbeknownst fourth were alone Athena would sigh and shudder. "He's missing." She'd say sadly. Lowing her guard more than she cared to, to Theocelese. "He's been missing for eons now... "

Athena was slowly gauging Theocelese' reaction to that. She didn't seem too keen to telling Theocelese who 'He' was. But, there'd be something around her eyes and in her posture to let the reborn Achilles know who ever this person was. Athena had loved him. "I searched for his soul in Thanatos' realm with out his permission. He wasn't there. Then I thought he'd been reborn....but...his soul still eludes me. There is only one other way my eyes can not see him and that is if they've been blinded by the sun..."

"I wonder, do you as you are now even remember him?"

"My Odysseus?"

On the other side of the veil Nyx's brows shot up in slight surprise. "She actually told him..." It had surprised the night goddess. Not a riddle or anything but bluntly told him. Nyx's eyes moved over to Sophia. "Tell me child...Why do you think champions are so important to the god's?" Nyx would start idle conversation with the Dreamer while Theocelese delt with the new bomb Athena just droped on him.

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To Kill A God[Private] Aug 13, 2018 0:32:52 GMT

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Post by Sophia Triantafillou on Aug 13, 2018 0:32:52 GMT

You set it alight...
With your fingertips...

Sophia's arms clung tight, pressing against Theo's back as she felt his stirring response to their closeness, a feeling she herself shared in droves. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, willing the rest of the veil to fall back. The moment did not last near long enough, but they could not have asked for more. Sophia heard Nyx' warning, but did not heed it. She clung all the tighter to the Arrancar, uncaring that the being he'd become, despite his appearance and body heat, did not have the same feel as the living man she had remembered. Her lips pressed softly against the side of his neck as he withdrew the necklace, feathering his skin with gentle kisses. When the spell did at last fade, she felt the radiating heat of his body fade, and her arms fell to her sides as the solid form faded back to shadow, her finertips brushing against the pair of rings draped around her neck and closing around them, her head bowed with emotion.

"Doubtless he will, love. You and I both will make him rue his childish tantrum." Her eyes glinted with sudden ferocity once again, her chin set in defiance. It was time she stopped waiting on the world to do things for her, she who was a woman, a wife, a mother, a hollow, an arrancar. She would not spend the remainder of her time an idle prisoner. The Dreaming sight had been given to her, it was time she learned how to use it at will. Sophia glanced at Nyx as she dispelled her form, somehow knowing that once again, only she could see the goddess, and in spite of herself, she smiled at the conciliatory wink Nyx gave her, doubling the emotion to pass as a reminiscent smile as she tucked the wedding bands beneath her shirt collar, the metal resting against her bare skin.

She did not look up again until Athena spoke again, the worry and sadness in her voice catching Sophia's attention. She frowned, completely oblivious to who she might be referring to. When at last Odysseus' name was spoken, she thought she understood quite a bit more. Something like a memory of a memory niggled at the back of her mind, and the whiff of baking bread, which brought back a whole slew of other memories she thought she had lost. A loaf of sponge cake on a coffee shop plate. Hot espresso in her lap. The soft greenish shadows of sunlight through leaves on a warm summer's afternoon.

As the goddess spoke to her once more, Sophia glanced between her and the shadowy figure of Theo in conversation with Athena. Confident that Nyx would mask her words, and therefore her own presence, from the other two, Sophia frowned, considering for a moment. She shrugged. "I would suppose...because a champion can disguise his or her presence, while a god or goddess' touch would be recognizable to another." She knew before she had finished speaking that it was not entirely correct, for Nyx and her son - to a lesser degree - were capable of masking themselves from others, but it was her best guess.

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