"We All Have Things For Which We Are Willing To Make Exceptions For. I'm Sure You Can Find It In Your

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You managed to escape Tartarus, I see.

Then learn to speak more quietly, Thanatos.

I do it all the time what’s going to stop me now?

Her words caused his face to crack into one more appropriate when facing her. His eyes full of wanting and desire of lewd pleasure, staring deep into her eyes. He caught her and pulled her closer, "I am not most men, nor do they deserve your attention or affections."

“No, it’s not.” She watched him settle on the stone bench that sat alone the cobbled path, watched him gesture. Her fingers coiled in the gauzy gown, picking it up at she walked towards him. Easing onto the sun-warmed marble, one leg crossed over her, a high slit revealing golden skin. Passing her palms over her thighs, before meeting his dark gaze. 

“But most men desire something from me more then my attention.” Trailing a ghost-light touch over his jaw.

"H-Hello...?" Anna tilted her head, her soft violet eyes shining.

He was unsure if he should trust the stranger with his true form, so he stood there continuing to bear the appearance of an old man, looking back at the strange yet beautiful violet irises.

"You have an air to you, unlike any I've ever encountered," he replied with a small smile.

Bearing the form of just a common beggar man of the other's era, he merely replied with what he intends on the other to take as a joke, "none other than Jupiter himself."

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Ah, Benvenuto, another visitor it would seem. I am Sandro Botticelli, and what is the name of my guest, if I may ask? 

He was quite impressed by the kindness the artist had shown. It was more than he was expecting and the man had even offered the little of the clean water he had to the beggar who had stopped by without notice, claimed to be Jupiter and asked for water of all things.

Hearing about the wine, however, caused him to crack into a smile. With a small motion of his hand, he took the water and had refilled the empty water jugs located in the other room as a means of thanks.

"You had mentioned that you are an artist, signore? Mind sharing any of your recent pieces?" He took a sip of the water before taking the seat that had been offered to him before. Wandering eyes glanced around the room in hopes of seeing just the next greatest masterpiece.

“Certainly, hold on just one moment. You may come in if you like while I try to find some available. My workshop has plenty of paints, but little food and water I am afraid.” He beckons for the man to come inside, closing the door behind him as he tries to think to himself where he put any glasses he may have had. 

“Feel free to have a seat if you are tired,” he said as he made his way over to a cupboard, finding one small cup available and dusting it off. He left the man alone temporarily as he went into another room, and soon came back with a half full cup of water, handing it to him gently. 

“Mi dispiace, I do not have much clean water available here. Most of the water is used for cleaning and preparations. For the most part there is just wine stored away.” 

There is a reason for the thunder and I will not dismiss it simply because it upsets you.

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Well isn’t it Zeus!

…Make the thunder go away. 

Temple of Olympian Zeus by scott-k on Flickr.

"Was it not you, yourself that chose your faith? You make it seem as if I had exiled you to rule the Underworld when it was your own hand that picked your faith."

The ruler of the Olympians eyed his brother, not budging and standing in place. Showing that he has no fear of the other and if a fight were to break out, the others would quickly show up to protect their Father.

He stopped, as if considering his brother’s request, before simply replying with, “No.”

 He paced before Zeus slowly, his ashen robes flowing over the gleaming floors of Olympus. Everything on Olympus was gleaming and pristine and he was decaying and decrepit.

 ”I sought only to see my old home. You expect to lock me in that prison of a kingdom and not miss the very mountain I was raised?”

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Hades. It's been some time.