As humanity endured the chaos, the Olympians bided their time. They submitted to the tortures the Staligia thrust upon them with moans and writhing, but never lost their strength fully. The will of a god was durable.
The Staligia were not always toying with the Olympians. With increasing frequency they traveled down to mankind to whisper sweet horror into the collective consciousness. It was when they were unwatched that the Olympians schemed.
On this day of days, when Discordia’s rage was piqued and focused like a splinter-point on Anen, they executed their plan.
The Staligia were the first to return to Olympus, before their mother, and they were gorged on pain and slaughter and terror, lackadaisical.
They wandered into the throne room in a noisy cluster, some moving faster than other
