Chương 127: DA : Chapter 127: Cracks II
"Or maybe I'll take some of the desires you were most ashamed of, those that you denied above everything else and increase them. After all, we both know what and who you wanted but more importantly … how you wanted."
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Seeing the quivering Athena's eyes Andy decided to take a page from Percy and give a predatory grin, her own eyes narrowing as a lavender glow came from them.
"Hmm … if only others knew. Athena of all goddesses, who would have thought what her kinks and true desires are so shameful. While Artemis is more of a distrustful and violent prude, not that I blame her for her initial behavior considering the society she was born into, you are simply too caught up in your high and mighty view to ever consider truly being with anyone or letting go."
Andy paused as she slowly circled her captured prey, delighting in how Athena's entire body trembled as the goddess tried to watch her.
"But you can't, can you? No, the goddess Athena is too perfect and above that. Born fully grown and beautiful, already powerful and skilled in battle, and one of, if not the most, intelligent gods only to be name an Olympian shortly after.
You've rarely been denied anything, daddy's little girl for over a century until Artemis came into the picture and even then, you always had his ear and authority. So above reproach and too dignified to ever allow weakness," Andromeda said, almost whispering the last bit into Athena's ear making the goddess shudder.
"But then again," Andy continued as she leaned back, looking at Athena with something akin to pity much to the goddess' obvious anger. "Perhaps it is best you hid behind this little mask. Chaos knows what would have happened to you back then. There simply wasn't a place for your type but at the same time, hiding for too long leaves you vulnerable to becoming the fake."
As she spoke Athena let her head dip down, her sweaty blonde bangs covering her eyes as she shuddered from time to time. Andromeda felt pangs of pity as she watched the goddess, knowing that her words were cutting far deeper than Athena allowed to show.
"Stop … it," Athena whispered without looking up.
"Stop what? Telling you the truth you deny? Stop with this tiny drop of frustration that I'm subjecting you to?" Andy asked as Athena gave her an incredulous look making Andy snort.
"Please, I'm the Primordial of Love and Desire. I can literally feel the pleasure and desires of every human on the planet. It's part of the reason my libido is even higher than my king or queens and why marrying them was for the best, that way I have a safe way of releasing my own needs on them.
I only gave you a connection to the residents on this mountain and with every act of intimacy performed here only heightens your pleasure … but you can't experience release regardless of what you do and it will keep building," Andy explained, watching as the realization and horror dawned on the goddess.
"But I'm not without some mercy as well. I'll stop it and get rid of all that frustration," she said sweetly as Athena tried to narrow her eyes but another shudder stopped her. "But to do that," she murmured as she leaned closer. "You need to beg. Beg and swear yourself to me. Then and only then will you get relief."
"Go to Tartarus!" Athena snarled as her body radiated pure divine power, the very floor around them cracking under the pressure but Andy disregarded it with little difficulty.
"I was raised there," she snickered back before her eyes hardened and glowed with power.
The collar around Athena's neck turned an angry red before the goddess arched her back with a silent scream, her body almost convulsing before remaining taut. Athena managed to turn her head and glare defiantly at Andy making her smirk.
"Upgraded you to all of Canada now. Let's see how you handle the lust now," she said before turning her back. "You're not perfect Athena, no one is. I would really start to consider if your pride and dignity are worth it because either way, you're losing it. The only question is whether it will be in your own terms, after all, you can deny yourself and your body for so long before something has to give."
With her piece said Andromeda walked out, leaving the goddess to her personal hell. This was the reason Andromeda had warned her that she could be worse than Nico in regards to torture. After all, she turns the very thing you want most against you.
So, as the winged goddess gently closed the door behind her, she caught the small, choked sob that managed to escape Athena, making her feel guilty but she didn't turn back. With the door closed she sighed as her shoulders slumped and nearly shrieked when a hand tapped her shoulder.
Whirling around she was face to face with her husband, his flaming eyes looking at her with some concern. Not saying anything he pulled her into a comforting hug which she relished in, leaning against him and breathing in his musky scent. After a few minutes of comfortable silence he spoke, the underlying growl within his voice soothing her even more.
"So, how is it going?"
She glanced up at him before taking a deep breath and a slow, measured exhale.
"I really wish she would have shown some progress by now. At least a small apology would have gone a long way but instead she's being stubborn and I had to up the punishment on her," she replied.
"And what has you so worried about that? You said before that the frustration isn't a threat to her mind," Percy said as he looked at her with mild confusion, his brows scrunching in a cute manner.
"Her mind isn't in danger of retreating within itself from pain," Andy clarified as she glanced back at the door. "But she isn't a love goddess, she was never trained to tolerate this sort of exposure. Sure, any mortal by now would have been overwhelmed and given in but if she tries to hold out, a far worse consequence will come."
"Such as?" he asked as he released the hug to cross his arms and look at the door intently.
"The lust and needs of her body will finally overwhelm even her mind and she'll give in but then, what's to stop it from becoming a chronic case? How can she adjust if her body and desires win out every time there is a conflict with the mind? What's to stop her from becoming a slave to her own body, especially when the key overarching emotion and need being based on lust?"
Percy nodded gravely at the implications. "She would have no inhibitions and would do anything to get satisfaction. In this case she'd be broken and be little more than a living sex doll." Percy then paused as he blinked before looking at her intently. "Is that … what could have happened to you if I denied you?" he asked softly.
Andy glanced away for a moment as she bit her lip, knowing exactly what would have happened to her had Percy said no and she didn't find any other truly capable of being with her.
Her needs would have been next to insatiable to any other partner falling short of a primordial or powerful god and even then it would have been possible that she would have still needed more. But Percy had accepted and returned those feelings, along with Rhea and Hestia, leaving her more than satisfied emotionally and physically.
"It doesn't matter now," she finally replied as she looked at her left hand, spotting the obsidian ring with pink diamond surrounded by emerald and ruby. "I have you, Rhea, and Hestia now."
Soon Percy took her hand with his ring overlapping hers getting a warm smile from her.
"And we wouldn't change it," he said softly before giving her a tender kiss.
After a while he pulled back and glanced at the door again.
"Tell me, if worse comes to worst, what will you do then?" he asked.
"I wanted to punish her and then give her a chance to change, not condemn her forever but is she breaks …" Andy replied evenly as she looked at the door before looking back to Percy with hard eyes. "… I'll make her fade…"
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Next Day
( Vatican, Italy, Afternoon )
Pope Francisco Devente took calm and measured steps as he ascended the chairs, his gaze resting on the waiting door leading to the balcony overlooking Saint Peter's Square. Even from his place he could hear the rumble of the people outside.
This was the now necessary third visitation of the day, a cycle repeated everyday ever since the tragedy of Cordoba. That day had been an alarm unlike any other before to the possible truths of their world. To see a true angel come from the heavens and smite a massive being of unknown origin … or at least, initially unknown.
The images taken had provided enough to render accurate pictures of some of the armor and depictions carefully crafted on it. And it was those depictions, along with the accounts of the monstrous man's presence that pointed to a terrifying possibility.
Even Francisco himself had been somewhat of a mythology nut in his youth, how could he not when his own mother had been an archeologist? And so, even if it took a few days to look through some of his precious moments of the times of his youth and adventures with his mother, he had found a match. The very armor depicted in an ancient temple, on the borders of Macedonia, telling the story of the titans.
Hyperion, one of the most feared titans, had been there in the flesh and fighting against the white angel. To see such forces at work had been utterly breath taking, even if brief, but now that left nothing but questions.
What did this mean for the faith? For the world? Have the days of judgement finally come? And most importantly (possibly terrifying), if two beings of distinct divinity had been present, are there others, and if so, what would it mean for the world? All these questions and more caused varying reaction, the most common being either excitement for those believing they have been just, and fear for those of opposing faith or creed.
The church had never been busier then these days, there services of baptism, conversion, and confession being swamped at all times and then the actual square itself. It was full at nearly all times of day, especially during the hours of service and Sundays with near frantic crowds looking for guidance and comfort in these uncertain times.
Every single one of his priests, from the highest cardinal to the lowest deacon, had been worked to the bone attending the masses tirelessly. Even some world leaders, from the genuinely affiliated to those echoing past calls only for the favor, have come in search of guidance. Were it not for the fact that he had to be mature and patient during such events he would have laughed at the way visiting politicians visited with sweat trailing their every step.
It was only mildly amusing though but did little to distract from the fervor and speculation all around them but all he could do was try to be a source of comfort and guidance and pray, because obviously there had to be someone listening in.
It was with those thoughts that he finally noticed that he had arrived at the highest step and was now only pace or so from being on the balcony and in plain view. Taking one last reassuring breath he went on, the dull rumble now a near roar as his pristine white garments making his presence known within moments.
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