Olympus is fairly peaceful.


    Aside from the brotherly monsters whoe to destroy the ce every one-hundred years or so, and the rampant acts of sexual harassment / assault, it was a pretty nice ce to be.


    A lone mountain stands high above a fantastical sea of pillowy clouds.


    Permanently carved into the side is a city made from white marble and popted by Mycenaeans- a race of missing humans that predate modern Greeks.


    They wear togas the color of white, and women and young children are adorned with flowers in their hair.


    The Mycenaeans make their homes and markets beneath the grand white steps that lead to the actual home of the titan deities- The true Mt. Olympus that sits at the very mountain peak.


    However, it is verymon to find the children of the titans down in the city below.


    Sometimes they are causing terror andmitting acts of debauchery, but for the most part they are just drinking and having sex.


    Other than that, the ce is rtively calm and-


    "IT''S A FUCKING MONSTER!!"


    "RUN, BITCH! RUNNNN!!"


    "PROTECT THE CHILDREN!!"


    "OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE THESE FUCKING GODS DONE NOW!?"


    Arge grey beast caused unbridled panic when it suddenly dropped out of the sky into the middle of the market.


    The creature was so ferocious looking that no one seemed to notice that it was not outwardly hostile, and seemed more curious than anything.


    It took less than a minute for the entire bazar to clear out.


    While the humans fled like rats with the lights cut on, some gods trickled onto the scene.


    Chief among them was Dionysus, who up until a moment ago was busy receiving fetio from... actually, he wasn''t sure. He just knew that somebody was down there.


    Nevertheless, it was a jarring and disappointing way to end an otherwise pleasurable encounter. He didn''t want to sober up this quickly.


    At the sight of therge grey creature sniffing about the cracked ground, he almost turned tail and ran along with them.


    And he very likely would have, if he did not run smack into a wall of iron.


    "Where do you think you are going, you disgusting coward...?"


    Dionysus gulped. "N-Nowhere, grandfather."


    Kronos shook his head in disgust as he shoved past the drunken olive-skinned man.


    He and four others passed down the steps with narrow gazes and a tense air surrounding them.


    Their eyes were locked on the pnquin on top of the beast and the horrible auras they could feel emanating from it.


    ''Unbelievable... Why the hell is he here..?''


    Last he checked, the Greek gods hadn''t done anything to warrant a visit from this man.


    In fact, he kept a rather tight leash on them to make sure that they never did.


    If he should discover that his numerous warnings were going unimpeded, then death would be the least of their concerns.


    Suddenly, the curtains to the pnquin fluttered open and a beautiful woman stepped out into view.


    To avoid an incident, everyone averted their gazes. The woman was just that beautiful, and her husband was just that insane.


    She was a vision defying imagination. Her body was radiant, beautiful, and feminine. Her soft mocha colored skin was adorned in bold ck tattoos that transformed her into an even more renowned work of art than she already was.


    Though it was a strange tradition for most, it was tradition for the women of the abyss to shave patterns into the hair just above their napes. A not-so subtle ten headed dragon could be seen depicted on hers.


    Her curvaceous figure was barred from mortal and divine eyes by a loosely flowing ck dress and sandals.


    Before looking away, a few gods noticed that she was pregnant, and quite far along too.


    As if this day could not get any worse...


    No one needed or wanted another overbearingly nefarious monster from that family line toe about...


    She stepped aside and another man emerged from behind her, this one significantlyrger and more intimidating.


    Like before, the goddesses looked away to avoid the rise of a potential issue. He was just that beatiful, and she was just that insane.


    The man was d in a ck robe that hung off his shoulders like a fine cloak made from the most unattainable materials. A ceremonial skirt with a demonic pattern woven down the center adorned his lower body, while his feet remainedpletely bare.


    He lifted his queen up into his arms in a princess carry, and together he carried them down to the ground around them.


    As he descended, their mount shrank too until she was just around the size of arge horse. The pnquin she was carrying on her back transformed into a cor.


    She trotted over happily to her masters'' side as theynded, and they both made sure to give her the obligatory head scratches she had earned.


    Kronos walked over to inquire about their reasoning for being here, but someone much more excitable than him arrived first.


    "BROTHERRRR!!! SISTERS!!!!"


    A muscr meteor fell from the sky and crashed into the ground like a newsworthy cmity.


    When the dust and debris cleared, Abaddon and Ayaana smiled in a friendly manner at the newest greek arrival.


    "Hello, Ares. You''re seeming particrly energetic today." Ayaana smiled.


    "How could I not be when the two of you finally bothered toe peeking out of your hidey-hole after all of these centuries. You''re looking a bit old and gray after all of this time, eh?" He nudged Abaddon.


    "..." Abaddon''s eyes narrowed as his hair became blood red and his stubble shrank away.


    "I have no idea what you are talking about."


    "Ha! Still afraid to show your age after all of these years!" Ares threw his head back andughed heartily while Ayaana merely snickered.


    Now that everyone could see that Abaddon was not necessarily here to tear the ce asunder, the mood became noticeably less intense.


    Dionysus in particr lit up like a Christmas tree and sauntered over to Abaddon and Ayaana like the one drunk Uncle whom everyone is habitually ashamed of.


    "Hey, hey, hey! There''s my guys, you know I haven''t seen you since- Ack!!"


    Ayaana poked the wine god in both of his eyes and he went down like a house of cards.


    "You disgusting ingrate... Didn''t we tell you not to appear in front of us again!?" She hissed.


    "G-Gods, I said that I was sorry! It''s unbing to hold grudges like this! Life''s too short, you know?"


    All: "We are immortal."


    "So?!" Dionysus yelled to the crowd. "Does that mean we can''t forgive and forget!?"


    Truthfully, Abaddon and Ayaana were not always this remarkably hostile to the greek wine god.


    A few hundred years ago, they got the urge to visit Demeter and Persephone while they were in the realm. Together, the four had a small pic.


    Coincidentally, they met Ares and Aphrodite who, equally coincidentally, were in the process of killing Dionysus and creating a new legend.The reason why? Who knows...


    However, everything kind of screeched to a halt once they noticed Abaddon and Ayaana''s presences in the realm. The three were practically blindsided.


    Ares was immediately transfixed. The war god felt as if he had hit a rut, with no identifiable idea of how he could grow further.


    War gods are typically beings who function the best when they have other suitable rivals to test themselves against.


    Bitter struggles are what help them reach newer levels of understanding about themselves and the world around them.


    Meeting Abaddon and Ayaana was one of the best things that could happen to him; as it gave him not one, but two new mountain peaks in the same day.


    Dionysus was also impacted by their beauty, but as far as he was concerned, that was wholly unimportant whenpared to the wine they were drinking.


    It was indescribably unique.


    The vor was divine perfection, but it was the magical alcohol content that was the true work of art. When drinking it, one can either get a mild buzz orpletely shit-faced. It all depends on the inner wants of the one who''s drinking.


    Dionysus wasn''t exactly known for enjoying things in moderation.


    He becamepletely, horrifically intoxicated and puked all over Ayaana''s heels.


    Was it funny? Of course it was.


    Just not to the loving couple.


    The only reason Dionysus still gets to still draw breath is because Abaddon considered cutting out the heart of a drunk person to be a form of bullying, and he was most certainly not a bully.


    So he only broke the wine god''s nose and left. Ayaana also cursed him so that every ss of wine he poured would turn into piss.


    The girls really liked those heels.


    That aside, the lingering affects of the wine did not just go away, and Dionysus was drunk for the next 100 years because of it.


    When he was finally able to sober up, he immediately tried to start drinking again, to poor and sometimes disgusting results.


    But more than anything, he couldn''t forget the taste or delightful inebriation that he experienced on that fateful day.


    He tried contact Abaddon and Ayaana numerous times to speak to them, but just getting to the abyss is hard if you have no one from there to take you. Communication with someone within it is even harder without the know-how.


    Now that this opportunity was right in front of him, he wouldn''t squander it and would use this moment to belt out his long awaited apology.


    "Look, guys, I-"


    "Move."


    Kronos abruptly shoved Dionysus to the floor before he could embarrass himself further.


    Abaddon and Ayaana were also titans. They were not dwarfed in size by Kronos in the slightest.


    But that didn''t stop them from standing in front of him as if they were somehow more diminutive.


    "Why have you-"


    *Crack!*


    A nearby home was knocked downpletely out of the blue, and a familiar unnerving voice spoke out from within the dust.


    "Oh my. How awkward… I had truly forgotten just how


    fragile


    this ce could be."