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The gods began to arrive one by one, everyone more imposing than the last. When everyone was finally gathered, Apollo raised his glass.
But the toast was interrupted by the thunderous clanging of a carriage pulled by two huge black steeds.
The footsteps echoed from the entrance to the main hall, no one, not even a god dared to speak. Everyone was so impressed to see him there that they just watched him enter with all his ferocity.
-Ares - Apollo said with his best fake smile - I'm glad that you have finally decided to join us in celebration.
Ares nodded and took a glass of wine from the tray of the muse of the drama who almost passed out. 6
Ares, as Apollo's brother, was always invited to their meetings but had never attended one. And since his relationship with the patron of the muses was strained, nobody expected it either.
The muses met when the gods began to chatter and alarmed they tried to decide who would attend him.
- It must be you- the dramatic muse said, looking at Daria
-Me? Because I?
-It's not that bad, you said it a few minutes ago.
-I was catatonic.
- Well, it won't be me ... nor me ... nor me ...- the muses began to shout.
-Okay, I'll go. - The redhead gave an expletive and took the jug of wine to go to the main
room.
Daría hated serving the gods, she was not a simple nymph, she was a Fae, the Fae do not serve anyone. Just knowing she had to tend to them made her sick and in a bad mood. His hair looked even redder and his gray eyes were colder.
He reached the god of war who was sitting on one of Apollo's red velvet sofas and leaned over to serve him wine.
- I see you're feeling better- she said without a hint of grace.
-That's right, like you said, in the morning I'll be like new.
-I'm glad, who else would take the war to mortals - she let out ironic. She disliked the god's task quite a bit, so many mortals dying without reasonable cause.
-Mortals create their wars even without me. Only me...
-You incite them - I accuse.
The god looked into her eyes for a few seconds, even though he was sitting and she was standing their gazes were almost on the same level.
-Everyone wants glory, but only a few are willing to pay the price.
-Is that what your father says?
-I say so. War is necessary. Inevitable.
-No, it is not, it is unworthy of men and despicable. It puts the weak first and the strong behind shields. Innocents die for lands and barbarians shed blood like red wine.
The god looked at her annoyed and then smiled.
-I do not pretend that a muse understands the strategies of a battle. What do you have to know? if you've never been in a more difficult situation than choosing which dress to wear.
She walked away annoyed. What did he know about his past? From what he knew. She could be even older than him. And she didn't doubt it, for she clearly remembered the peace in the world when she was just a child. Protected by her mother's arms. And once she was old enough, protected by the forest, as she should be, until the barbarians dragged her from her home and deposited her in that great cage.
The god of war was bored and did not understand what had led him to attend this meeting. He never showed up for those things, his "brother" invited him just out of courtesy but they both knew he didn't want him to attend. He understood the other gods did not feel good around him. Who would? The conflict was part of him and carried him wherever he went.
I look up and look at her. She wore a lime green dress, and her fiery hair danced down her bareback. All of her was grace and beauty and fire and exuberant savagery.
Someone ordered wine, she came over and served him. The god touched her behind and he was about to get up and s*******r it, his hands were already on the sword but she dropped the wine on the man and he took a step back. The muse smiled mischievously. He understood that although she could not fight the gods, the Fae muse was opposed to her condition day by day. Maybe he couldn't beat the gods but that wouldn't make him bow down. She defended herself.
-Wine! - scream. The muse looked at him and approached reluctantly. He filled his glass and turned around - Wine! - He shouted again when he finished the liquid in one gulp.
She turned around and frowned.
-Your father is the god of wine, right? naturally, you are the one who serves it.
She clenched her jaw and poured the drink into her glass, but did not remove the jug when it was full wetting him too.
The god got up and she took a step back. He smirked, well, she wasn't stupid, she knew she had the upper hand, at least against him.
I spend a time when I just look at her, her eyes gray like silver, her thick lips as red as strawberries, her upturned nose, typical of a Fae. And it was so small. It barely reached her chest, level with the pit of her stomach. Sure, he was the highest of the gods but still. It seemed made of glass and he thought that any touch would break it, but his gaze was not fragile at all, it looked fierce and wild.
-Daria dear, I've been waiting for wine for a long time. - Adonis smiled with his stupid face and Ares wanted to strangle him.
The muse smiled and turned away from the god of war.
He realized that the beautiful god was caressing her and she was smiling. The anger of a lost battle invaded him and he went out into the garden.
He leaned against the huge fountain with the figure of Apollo, his brother, always praising himself, almost resembling Narcissus.
Apollo approached him and smiled.
-I'm glad you have come.
-Not to me, I'm not sure why I did it - He blurted out.
-But since you're here, have fun, brother.
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