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Volume Two. Originally posted by few-things-i-like. The statue of her former friend looked her right in the eye and it made Diana shiver. The essence of her childhood was rising in the back of her mind, to such a point she could imagine the statue coming to life and giggling the way you would. The woman of the department bidder in agreement as she turned around to look at all the details of the bust. It seemed up your alley. The woman left Diana to her own devices. Diana mulled the statue over. It was more of a bust, but it included the shoulders and chest of you. Of Bacchenthia. Bacchenthia was the name that the Romans had for you. Aphrodite herself had appeared on the altar, with a thorny crown of twigs and flower in her hand as a gift to Diana. By her side was her daughter. She was taller than most of the women on the island; she stood as tall as Diana. This might have had something to do with the common factor between them, that they had the blood of Gods in their veins. The blood fell to the ground and out of it sprung you, the Goddess of Pleasure, Ecstasy, and Bloodshed. You were known for your seductive nature more than your war rage. But Diana heard stories at the dinner table that night. But you had been an advocate for the Amazons your whole life. You were legendary for participating in battles beside your father, Dionysus. You were versed in the battle languages, a physical language. You presented Diana with the gift that night and Diana, at that time young and eager for friends, was elated to have someone her age on the island. Or, act her age. She knew that you were a few centuries older than her. Not only this, but you were like her. You knew what it was like to slow everything down for others to keep up. And you knew the wrath some of the girls and women had, that envious induced wrath which made them hate you; hate that which they could not be. Diana carefully moved the statue to a proper corner where she could examine it under her lights. Her office was well organized. After her promotion, she received a rather large space to work in, so she managed to consolidate her categories of supplies. The statue was on a sturdy rolling cart that Diana locked into place. With the light, she could see it was not as perfect as she initially thought. Several cracks ran through the marble, though the fissures were not deep enough to create actual breaks in the matter. Diana looked through her toolkit, selecting her paint-paste mixtures and brushes. She wet the brush then slid it across the marble. It would cleanse the figure without deteriorating the material. The thin layer of water made the marble a shade or two darker. Diana felt uncharacteristically uncomfortable. None ever made her feel slightly nauseated She dipped a new brush in the paste-paint mixture and started to carefully fill in the cracks. Something strange happened with every stroke of her brush. She felt sweaty and nauseated. She had to set her brush down and blot her sweat away with a rag. As she turned back around, she released a loud gasp. She gripped her small blade, which was always kept at her hip, and watched as the bust of Baccenthia came to life. It glowed with golden light and while it remained marble, its eyes blinked and its mouth moved. It spoke to Diana, with a voice that was clear and familiar. Diana dropped her hand from her blade. She rubbed her temples, an attempt to soothe herself from the physical effects she was feeling from the magic. As your words ended, the shimmering gold cloud burst, falling like gilded rain to the floor and staying there like ribbons. Diana watched as the ribbons slowly melted. The statue of your face had ceased its animation. Diana ceased her things. She shut down her computer, then laid a protective tarp over the statue. She hurried out of her office, blithering a lame excuse to her fellow workers about how she had to leave early. Diana changed into her armor, the vibrant gold and red set of metal and leather forged by the ancient Amazons before their enslavement. She pulled her bangs back, then pushed her tiara on like a headband. It sat on her brows, keeping her soft bangs out of her face. She pushed open the large glass mouth that took her to the wide balcony. Her house was hidden along the edges of Notre Dame Forest, and it spanned less than an acre. She felt it was healthy to move around. To never hang onto the past. Diana leapt from the balcony and soared through the air. The wind balanced in every crevice of her outer body, the part of her that extended beyond her limbs, her toes, and her fingers. She glided around the arc and then finally atop of it, the soles of her boots firm on the stone. You were already there. It was silent for a few minutes. You watched the traffic below. When you walked, the skirt flapped around, revealing your muscular thighs. You had a curled whip resting at your waist, on a leather belt. A shield was resting on your back like the shell of an armored tortoise. Your leather belt was laid with flowers that would never wilt and a long blade along your dominant side, for easy removal from its sheath. What pained Diana the most was that your words were genuine, as though you believed what you were saying. There was no venom or sarcasm snarking in your voice as you began to pace three steps to and fro. You stopped pacing and turned to look at her, crossing your arms. In Paris. You could tell this is what she meant as she forced her hands to stay relaxed by her sides. Diana shook her head. Her personal convictions were always in the way of whatever she was really thinking. She would deny herself of her most beloved just to satisfy her moral compass. So, even though she did truly believe you were not clever enough to find the second Amazonian walking the Land of Men, she would not say so since she believed greatly in everlasting friendship. Her anxiety was easily hidden as she crossed her muscular arms over her breasts. You clasped your hands tightly. You looked as though thunder clouds rolled in your eyes. You looked crestfallen and it frightened Diana more than she wanted to admit. I declined the role and in consequence was exiled. She was shocked—no, flabbergasted, that there would be such harsh punishment over a petty kind of standing. You leaned forward, pressing your hands together hopefully. Aphrodite favored you out of all her children. You were the exact mixture of Dionysus and Aphrodite. You were known as the Goddess of Pleasure, Ecstasy, and Bloodshed. You were a striking vision of beauty with curves and hair styled in springy ringlets tied back with vines of ivy and flowers. Human depictions of you always showed the same sort of woman, with your skin tone and eyes as vibrant as the real image. Before I was exiled, my father advised me to seek out your people. I learned that lesson ages ago. Find the tiara that once belonged to Aphrodite, and the Thyrsus of Dionysus. Her parents adored her. She was the real princess of their hearts. She made good friends with Diana. The pair met when Diana was just on the eve of her twentieth birthday. Diana had an immediate connection with the girl. You were kind to everyone, even your past lover, and made good friends with Diana. Sure, the flirting was over the top. You had this way of making anyone want to kiss you by simply peering into their eyes. The hue of your eyes would stick into the mind of anyone that could be considered your prey. And right now those eyes were filled with an unrecognizable rage—one Diana had never felt herself. You were at an impasse, after going a long, long time without one. I like it here, more than the others. Diana watched as your back just slightly hunched, shoulders being drawn to the ground as if Hades and Persephone had their ropes on you, forcing you to join their court. You regained the posture your mother had taught you and strolled around Diana in a prowling circle, like you were a lioness and Diana was the doe. Diana is used to being the lioness—not the prey. After years of no contact, how could I expect you to cash in on such a heavy reward? You shrugged. You know the ways of Man. You sniffed the air. See, Dee, this is just what I meant. Diana rolled her eyes to the sky, not bothering to pay attention to your newly instated nickname. The wind blew again. The two Goddesses stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. The sun will soon set, and the moon will rise. You pushed the metal piece up when you saw Diana eyeing it. I am not in the garb of my people, Dear Dee. I am in the gifted leathers and armor of yours. The sun was setting at a slower rate than Diana would have liked. She outstretched a hand, the sunset catching on the polished godsteel of her gauntlets. You looked like the perfect counterpart for Wonder Woman, Diana suddenly realized as you took her hand in yours without hesitation. She had been dubbed this by the people of France, who heralded her for her bravery and acts of heroism. Diana was always glad to see, though, that she instilled hope in people. Her friends in her little team, her side gig, what she often called it, mostly stayed out in America. In Gotham. Or ten miles from Gotham. Or in the ocean. Diana, despite this team, was lonely. But seeing you—a friend, someone who could relate to her, someone she could recall memories with, even someone who looked like her in the gold and red leathers and metals—. Her black eyes flickered down to the hand she held. She slowly pulled her hand away. Flying was a skill Diana had learned fairly recently in her lifetime; but compared to you, she was practically a child. A mere toddler who could finally run clumsily down the halls. Above the clouds, both Goddesses navigated quietly, while you marveled at the starlight. Diana found she often did that, too, but tonight she was preoccupied with the situation at hand. The ladies reached the edge of the trees, where Diana stopped to rest. You leaned against the tree as Diana peered through the darkness. You fumbled through the window awkwardly. It was weird, to say the least. But this was foreign territory, Diana supposed. There were plush, black sofas strewn with throw pillows and blankets. A simple television set was mounted to the wall but remained unplugged. Stacks of research papers were trailed all around, on nearly every available surface, like the coffee table, the end tables, and the several desks that seemed to haunt the house in every room. The kitchen was fully stocked. The walls were bare, but photographs were all over the place in neat frames. Diana and Steve, Diana and her now late friends—. This was the only space that was filled with several of Greek or Amazonian artifacts. Aside from the oversized button downs she had. They were for her at home art projects, which mostly required paint and paste and polish. You and Diana were about the same height. Diana generally wore the shirts and her underwear when indulging in her artwork. But you took the shirt from your hands, holding it up to your torso. She changed out of her own armor, changing into the silky night slip she had instead, with long sleeves and a lacy hem that went to her thighs. You emerged from the bathroom, donning the button down proudly and looking pleased. She helped you to the kitchen, showing off her array of food. You looked elated at the amount of food you could feast upon. You looked hesitant as you unwrapped the thing from its foil wrapper. You held the stale, so called pastry in a flimsy hand, looking at it front and back. This prompted Diana to roll her eyes and lean forward, pushing on your hand with her finger tips. You took little nibbles at the crust, frowning at the lack of flavor. Or root beer. There was no hint of emotion in her voice as she explained her exact line of work, and the positions she held across her company and the world. The silence spoke for itself. There was the looming fear that both the treasures you sought were long gone. Crumbs clattered to the table below, and Diana watched them go like rain drops, but her mind was completely occupied with other matters. Where the Thyrsus would be, where the Diadem would be—where anything so ancient and powerful would be contained and preserved. Even destroyed? The search required a thorough gathering of information. You and Diana flocked to her study, where she had a large collection of leather bound books and maps tied in scrolls. Even so, they had different colors. Dyes had become a world wide luxury, Diana explained when you looked puzzled at the image of a bright fuschia, halter top dress. Also amazing. I remember, he left when I was a child. I overheard him and my mother discussing battle plans, and a secret passage from Delphi to Corinth. You blinked at her, looking lost for a moment. There was a series of earthquakes around the mid s. She strolled around the table, to the opposite end where her mug of black, sugar coffee was steaming. She took a sip. Not only that, but you trusted Diana enough to show your anger and weakness. There must be. Diana knew better than to ask if you would cry. You were surprised by how quickly Diana had become devoted to helping this cause. As far as you knew, she never went through such a situation. You always envied the life of the Islanders, as Poseidon called them—most people living atop the mountain call them Islanders. Rumors speculated that he slept with Hippolyta and Hippolyta held Diana for nine months, like a human. Artemis scoffed at the story Zeus had spread himself, that Hippolyta yearned for a child so much so that she sculpted a beautiful baby from clay and prayed for Zeus to give that baby life. Too bad no one believed it. Your eyes pursued the map as Diana fluttered to the coffee pot, ready to refill her mug. You sighed. Your eyes were aching from looking at the green and blue maps all day long. It felt hopeless—everything looked so different, now, and you struggled to keep up with the human history lessons Diana was giving. No longer did the ancient buildings stand. A series of earthquakes had destroyed the city two centuries ago. This did not give you hope. You know what awaits you. The future ahead may as well have been written in stone. Dead on the inside. That… or exile. What did exile look like? Was it a life of lavish possibilities, living on the edge of a French forest and doing whatever your heart desires? Being a hero to humans? Some sort of wonder? Diana was different. In a way, she was just like you. The daughter of a God, no matter how she was given life. She possessed the same skill set as you did. You envied her, if anything. You slinked towards the sofa and collapsed, your hair pushing around your neck and ears. You pulled the springy curls with a finger. With your legs in the air, you craned your head back to glance at Diana, who was doing a good job of ignoring your lounging figure. She feared you would seduce her with your magic, with the powers you had that rooted all of ecstasy and euphoria. You sat up. My efforts in the wars, the battles, the bloodshed I could stir just by whispering a few things in the ears of humans. By all means, protect your cunt. You looked bitterly for a poptart, the only thing that could possibly keep you calm and sane. You simply shrugged as you tore open the foil wrapper. You broke a piece off and nibbled on it. You submerged your head and face, eyes burning as the bath water hit. Your hands gripped the sides of the claw foot tub which was large enough to fit two people, maybe even three. Not that you cared to imagine such indulgences at the moment. Your spat with Diana left you feeling hopeless. There was no more anger piled up inside. Just the ever raging sadness, one that you were familiar with. She no doubt heard the vile rumors that Venilia had spread after you and she ended your sexual rendezvous. Venilia, though beautiful, was short tempered, and had harbored anger and resentment towards you. You had no idea why. Perhaps she wanted marriage—wanted to climb the ranks and marry the daughter of a prominent God and Goddess. Diana must have been outside the door. You heard her walking down the hallway, her footsteps slightly muffled as the sound floated through the water. You pulled yourself up. Water dripped down your face, sticking to your eyelashes and blurring your vision. You could sense her standing on the other side, likely stewing in guilt, wondering what she could say to make you feel better. Dike would have insisted there be a spell to balance that out, one to reveal hidden objects. You wanted to remain bitter, and to snap something mean. The only person willing to help you. Asteria, though kind enough to offer you shelter, money, and other means to make it to Paris, was enjoying her life as a human with her lover and array of cats and dogs. She was doing just fine staying out of the business of the Gods. You rinsed yourself free of soap before you stood in the tub. Water dripped off your fingers and arms while you stepped out, wrapping yourself in a towel. You opened the door, paused, and looked at Diana who was still standing beyond the threshold. Her dark eyes fluttered beneath her thick eyelashes, looking down at your towel cloaked body. Diana pulled herself out of the trance, rolling her dark eyes. You pushed past her, your bare shoulder fluttering up against her own as you made way for another pop tart. Her bare feet slapped against the cool hardwood flooring. She bent to grab it. And if it was in Corinth, you said so yourself that a series of earth tremors destroyed the cities over three hundred years ago. I might as well let go and head back to the mountain. You snatched a decorative blanket thrown over the back of a chair, wrapping yourself up in it to cover your nude body, which you suddenly did not want on display. You were taken aback. She took to her feet and approached you slowly, dauntingly, every step making your heart sink deeper into your chest. No holiday visits to mom. No letters, no notes. And yes, my magic can be used for things other than fucking. A loud noise clanged throughout the foyer and kitchen. You paused, momentarily clutching your blanket close to your chest. Diana rolled her eyes. She dropped a box on your arms, making you drop your blanket as you hurried to catch the package lest it explodes with venomous beasts. Open it. She then went to get herself a pop tart. As she broke the pastry in half, she sat down on the sofa, crossing one long leg over the other. Her golden skin trailed beneath the casual skirt she wore, which fluttered around her as if it were made from rose petals. You rolled your eyes as you tore into the box. You were still half expecting a swarm of something venomous to erupt from the box, but like Diana had said, it was a large bundle of folded clothes. You gripped at a piece of thin, purple fabric with two fingers, holding it up for inspection. Instead it was a short thing, no pleated skirt, and no drawn collar. You pulled into the fabric, which you found was sheer and light. The skirt stopped harshly at the top of your knees, not swirling at the edges and not pleated like you were used to. You looked down, able to see your bare tits and all through the sheer purple fabric. You rubbed the material between your fingers, trying to become used to the cool, slightly rough feeling. A nibble on her blueberry poptart. Her flitting eyes were up and down your outfit, perhaps checking out your figure. There might not be a reason to use your charms to bed her—perhaps the possibility was already up in the air. You shrugged off such thoughts, not wanting to view Diana through hazy, rose glass. You pushed through every item of clothing, mostly not liking the way they stuck your body in strange ways; unfamiliar ways. The modern day figure was nothing like it had been in your time. There was a different standard, and a different silhouette to conform to. But you wore them anyways, eventually deciding to stay stuck in a pair of high waisted leather trousers that shaped nicely around your bum and a silky blouse with flowing sleeves. 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This show would likely be the key to interacting with other humans when the time inevitably came. Diana rushed into the living room, taking a seat by your side, not even arguing when she saw you had no pants on and your feet propped on the sofa arm. In that time, we could prove the existence of the tunnel that runs to Delphi, like your father said. Atlantians could have flooded it out of anger. We could be lucky, and find one of the relics on display. No need for private jets and time off of work. She frowned and batted your hand away. You crossed your arms over your breasts, looking firmly at the television screen. It would be a large gamble to assume that the tunnels would be in tact, or that anything would be in your favor at all. Ny now, you were considering the possibility of actually living a life of exile. It would not be so bad to live here with Diana, if she wanted you. If she would take you in. That seemed like a worse punishment than losing your powers and your life. 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The land was rocky, almost mountainous, with rolling land of fertile grass that stood green and clear when looked at side by side with the deep blue sky, clear of anything but a few thin clouds that swirled like caramel drizzled in coffee. You leaned close to her ear, murmuring so the taxi driver would not hear. I was thrown out through seemingly a portal, into the water. The Arctic sea. I found myself in the low depths. I swam for days. You pat her leg. It was the beginning of finding my freedom. That time was very hard. It did feel perilous at the moment, suddenly finding yourself in the dark depths of a cold ocean. A few days of swimming did me good! I was sore as Hades, yes, but I found Asteria. And she led me to you. Her golden skin shone in the sunlight that brazed through the open window. Wind tousled her hair, which she wore down. Your own hair was pinned up in your preferred style. You worked strenuously to perfect your little spiral curls to frame your face, while the rest of your hair was pinned back with pearl combs Diana bought for you. With that and your pleated white dress, you did look like an authentic Greek tourist. On the Mountain, fashions did not change, and the Gods spent much of their time laughing at the ridiculous outfits mortals created for their own pleasure. The car rolled through a loopy parking lot, parking in front of a grandiose building that made you lift your brows. You and Diana both retrieved your own luggage. You had two bags filled to the brim with clothes and other armor and weapons. Diana opted for wearing her armor beneath her clothes. You disapproved of this method, as you preferred to keep your stomach relaxed, not tucked in all the time. But she found it efficient. Something she probably got from her father! You looked around in curiosity as you and your friend strolled into the building. The outside was sleek and white, like it had been made from smooth marble. A few tall palmtrees lined the walkway that led to the main entrance of the marblesque casino. Diana handled the checkin. You pointed. Diana and the man both looked at you. The man swiped the card, avoiding your eyes as you narrowed them into a glare. How dare he belittle you? You folded your arms over your chest, raising your chin. For all the embarrassment she might be feeling, she did remain calm, and explained it to you nicely. You glared. Diana bid him a kind good but as she gathered her key and wallet. You two walked away, synced in step. She took you to the elevator, shaking her head and sighing. You were the dreadful one. What if he had stolen something of yours? Or mine? Her nails were filed short. But now, they are short. You scowled. No one there but us! Diana, this is serious! That man had no cruel intentions. He was simply doing his job. You harrumphed. 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The kitten heeled slippers knocked to the laminated floor. Diana shrugged, her eyes floating to the shoes you tossed on the floor. My sisters are worse than I am. They depended on lust charms and seduction to get what they wanted. They waged bloodshed. And somehow, the mortals only know me as that. You looked at her through your brows, moving aside the curls of your hair that fell out of your bun. You laid flat in the bed. Tonight, we can rest, swim, eat. Whatever we wish. Together, you looked up at the ceiling, which had the similar paneling the walls did. Diana clasped her hands together. You must have hope. Where else would the artifacts be if not there. There was clear hesitation in you. You shift your head to look at her. Including other realms. Plates were piled up on a room service cart. Two bottles of wine, gone, yet neither of you had gotten the least bit tipsy. A tray of forty buffalo wings, a couple sticks of celery, fancy macaroni and cheese, an apple vinaigrette salad, and of course a cheesecake. That was the entire dinner you both had, and in the morning, you both felt amazingly rested. The hunger of the Gods plagued both you and Diana constantly. You showered, then dressed, then Diana went next. You style your hair in your favored fashion, pairing the updo with a red wine colored dress that looks largely like a chiton. It had the usual pleat skirt and the casual folds all over, hiding your body but extenuating your beauty. At that moment, Diana emerged from the bathroom in a towel, her hair blow dried and boasting hot curlers. You lifted a brow. You used your hand to blow a gust of rose colored air towards her, making the towel flap up and revealing her upper thighs and part of her behind. You waved a hand. If the humans want magic and charm, then they shall receive it. She fluttered back to the suitcase and pulled out a white dress, with long sleeves and a modestly lengthed skirt with ends curling at like the petals of a shy flower. She held it to her torso, acting as though she were wearing it. You watched as she left, feeling something gnaw at your insides despite being happy and feeling excited to be here with Diana. Each boasted shimmery powder. You used a large, fluffy brush to apply the pink to your cheeks, but it mostly just made you look like a court jester. You used your hand to rub away the excess powder. It blends the blush nicely and you realized that now your cheeks just looked rosy. That would be enough makeup, you figured. Diana emerged from the bathroom in her dress, adjusting the waist as you scanned her closely. Diana looked around briefly before her gaze returned to you. You were careful not to give one. Diana lifted her nose in the air. With you, that danger is times two. Nor do you! You shrugged, the dramatic up-down of your shoulders nearly painful as you pulled the unseemly tucks of fabric from your body. Was it love? Lo, how could love find you on such a journey? How could your mother be kind enough to bless you with such minor faults, as if she meant for you to fail your mission? Was she taunting you? Was she dangling what you could not have in your face? You were quick to wipe the tear that fell from your lashes with a finger. The drop glistened with inhumanity and immortality. Volume Two Originally posted by few-things-i-like.

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