#“aphrodite signed her up to be raped” …

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Some of you severely, SEVERELY misunderstand Aphrodite's involvement

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Where the sun can't shine. Apollo×male!reader

Warnings : reader is a little too possessive, Forced marriage, stolkholm syndrome, (No rape included🤬) and yeah. Pictures aren't mine! Sorry if anything is too random, I had to randomly make stuff up. like the scythe, lore, and everything else cus I wrote this till 5am. 😭

About M/N. M/n = reader.

When zues was saved from the clutches of his father, he was being taken care of by his grandmother Gaia, with the young baby getting fed goats milk. Then, Gaia had sprouted a little seedling from the ground, supposed to grow into a mini apple tree, it's purpose was to bear fruit for the young boy. But, one day, the young zues accidentally threw up some of the milk onto the seedling. And to his surprise, the seedling had turned into a full grown young god, named (m/n). Since (m/n) was already matured, Gaia had decided to give him a purpose. To train and take care of zues alongside her until he was fully matured. When the time came for zues' to fight against his father, as well as freeing his siblings—Gaia swallowed (m/n) into the earth, to let him rest for a while until the titanomochy was finished. Once everything was settled, Gaia would release (m/n), letting him out of the earth after his long slumber, and back with the other gods/deity's. Making him one of the strongest beings.—the god of destruction, the title stolen from perses.

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(m/n), as a forever young god who stopped aging by the time he turned 18, needed to find love as a young man. Until one faithful day, he found an incredibly beautiful god, Named "Apollo", one of Zues' sons.

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"that's outrageous! You can't just do this!" A loud cry came from zues, yelling as Hermes calmly served you some desserts. Giving you a respectful nod that you politely returned. "what is there that is so outrageous to you, dear Zues?" You munched on one of the desserts sitting on the table, your eyes showing no signs of fear, or care.

"There had been multiple complaints from the humans about occuring earthquakes, typhoons, volcanic eruptions, and so on! You know something about this, don't you?!" The old man grunted angrily, his hands flying around in the air, a funny sight. "Perhaps I do." He whines at your nerve wreckingly collected response, which was something very impressive nonetheless, your ability to stay calm in the face of challenges was both amazing and annoying to your fellow gods.

"You haven't returned my scythe back to me, dear Zues. This is my way of letting out steam. If you just hadn't lent it to dear Ares over there...which he so thoughtfully broke..then maybe I wouldn't be so pissed right now." You sneered, giving a glaring look towards the trembling figure that sat near zues, clearly wrecking his head for a response.

"I-i'm sorry, mister (m/n) sir! I accidentally just- slipped an-and broke it!" He spoke on the verge of tears, his speech now amusingly scrambled. You gave a sigh, withdrawing your gaze from the two, and sipping on some water.

"you'll have to make this up to me somehow, you know? I loved that scythe a lot." You moved yourself in a more laid-back sitting position, returning your gaze back to zues who cleared his throat, avoiding your eyes.

"yes yes... I will. I assure you that I shall repay you with something of much greater worth!" He boasted, making you raise a brow. What could he have meant by 'greater worth'? Better? Than your weapon?

"something of much greater worth? Which is what, exactly?"

"one of my children."

You stared in silence, before a vein slowly bulged on your face. The atmosphere of the room suddenly dropping. "Do you take me for a joke? Your children...greater worth than my scythe?" Zues chuckled at your angry response, while ares watched with an alarmed look. Panicking over how his dear father was testing the waters of death itself.

"of course i don't take you for a joke. But! I am quite confident that you'll be interested in picking one of them! How about it? Aphrodite? Or Athena? Maybe Artemis-"

"Apollo."

"..."

The room was now full of an eerie silence, all eyes on your figure, before laughter started booming from the old man. like he's heard the funniest joke to have ever been told after multiple centuries boredom. "Ahh! I see he has charmed you then?" You remained with a neutral expression on your face, staying composed as he laughed out loud like an asshole. Ares who just witnessed the whole thing go down, stared and blinked..He was not very used to hearing about marriage between two beings of the same sex. Not that it wasn't normal, but his half brother, and....The god of... destruction???? Getting married??? was he dreaming? Hermes who saw the look on his brother's face, maybe let out a little laugh, snickering to himself.

"you done laughing, old man?" You let out a defeated sigh, while he wiped his tears. "Alright then, but you have to stop the chaos going around! And forgive Ares for breaking your scythe. Then we have a deal."

"very well."

The next day, Apollo was brought in. The atmosphere of the room was incredibly different now that he had showed up, making things brighter than usual. "So? What was I brought here for?" He put his hands on his hips, his always confident smile plastered on his pretty face.

His eyes scanned the room, trying to read the situation at hand, before zues spoke. "Well, apollo, you see...we are kind of in a bad situation. And if we don't act on it quickly, humanity is doomed." He trails off slowly, checking Apollo's face for any signs of negativity.

The god raises a brow, tilting his head while he looks zues up and down, "Is that so? Do you want me to go down there and help them perhaps? I wouldn't mind."

"no no.....it's just..err..we just had a little..talk..with the god of destruction."

Apollo perks up, "lord (m/n)? For what exactly? And why am I included in such important matters?"

"that's the thing...we might've done something to anger the god. Which we decided to repay, for the sake of humanity. So I gave him an offer...which was to marry one of you and your siblings." Zues looked to Hermes who nodded in agreement, only sparking up Apollo's curiosity even more.

"and..?"

"and...I gave him choices....but he insisted on his future spouse being...well......you"

Apollo's eyes widen "no way!" He crossed his arms "I never consented to this! I'm not going to get married to him!" But who could blame him for being angry? He has never even seen the face of (m/n), but whenever the god's name was spoken, it would never fail to strike fear into those who hear it. The only thing Apollo has heard of was all the things the man has done, the power he holds, and why nobody dared defy him.

"I'm truly sorry, but I'm afraid we don't have a choice. He has already chosen you to be his his future spouse, and nothing shall get in the way. You know how he is. You have around 3 days to prepare for the wedding.. Don't worry, you'll both do it in private."

Apollo stormed out angrily, stomping away as he mumbled insults. How dare they do this to him. Without him knowing! He never planned on settling down for marriage, especially with a man he's never met! What has gotten into them?

Before he could think, he bumped into a tall figure, before looking up and staring into the male's eyes, instantly falling for the god before him.

"forgive me, are you okay?"

He nodded slowly, his smile slowly creeping back to his face. All the negative emotions were swallowed up by a tsunami of adoration and love. You looked a little older than him, but that's alright, you looked pretty hot to him anyway.

But Before he could speak, "Pretty little thing.." you mumbled, as your hand caressed his face, looking at him like he was a pretty trinket on display. One that you wanted to take and keep for yourself. Apollo who had just heard your comment, chuckled as he stared you in the eye, "what a bold comment for someone who's just met me."

"do you know who I am?" You grinned, as silence emerged, "I'm (m/n)." With those words alone, you received a gasp of realization from the poor god, who immediately took a step back, staring at you with wide eyes. "Say that again...?" He asked, his voice bearly above whisper.

"I'm (m/n)"

His face suddenly contorted into one of fear and disgust, immediately walking away, trying to breathe after being suffocated under your intense gaze. Unable to speak in your presence. But before he could walk away, he heard one last thing..

"pretty little thing.."

Those were the last words he heard before he opened his eyes. 3 days had passed and there he was, his hand held gently cradled by the same man that had been so disgustingly smitten by him to the point where he was forced into marriage. The only people that could watch their ceremony were a bunch of little imp creatures that looked like they were just taken out of hell. Thank (m/n) for asking hades. Then we have zues, and a few of Apollo's siblings, who all knew just as well as him—that if any of them interfered, their heads would be served on a platter at the dinner table.

He looked at you with sad eyes, before you caresses his face once again, whispering promises in his ear. How you would give him everything he could ever want, aside from a divorce...and all the things you'd do to him and his loved ones if he tried to leave.

"darling...you look absolutely stunning" you smiled, ignoring the tears forming on his face.

No response

"you must have put a lot of effort in choosing your clothes, huh?"

No response

And once you put the ring on his finger, you gave him a gentle kiss, one that he accepted without resistance. Knowing that one wrong move and all of Olympus was done for. All he could do was hope for the best, but a part of him couldn't bring himself to like you at all. You were sick in the head, and it disgusted him so much how you could kill an innocent life without giving a damn...or how you would punish those who angered you in any way.

You said he could still sleep with other people, as long as it isn't a committed relationship. But when they you get too jealous, someone will have to end up disappearing that same day. You brought to him everything he could ever ask for, that along with multiple gifts and beautiful jewelry. Only the best for your most prized possession, right?

Have I forgotten to mention that you were also a twisted enough person who always knows how to mess with his head? All your sick mind games, slowly forcing him to submit to you...before eventually seeing you in a new light. A new god.

You were both together now, and nothing could change that. So why not just...accept it? Yeah, why didn't he thinks about that from the start? It's not like he can do anything about it anyway.

With that, he began to open up, and eventually became head over heels in love with you, just as you are for him.

And now there he was, getting all pretty for you. Flowers on his hair as he dressed in the finest most beautiful robes. Getting ready to see you. He's finally come to his senses and learned to accept his new life. It wasn't that bad, he was just overreacting, and overwhelmed!

So it's all fine to him now, he's learned to accept this new life. Because no matter where he went, or where he tried to run...you'll always find him...

And drag him back to a place...where the sun can't shine.

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Thanks for reading guys. And yes, I had to write literal lore for the reader just for this specific story. Did y'all notice that the title of the story was mentioned in the last part??? Cool right?? But anyway, that's all.

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Above all else, don't think about Menelaus.

Don't think about Menelaus, whose wife is stolen from him, who wages a ten year war to get her back not just because he wants his wife back but because he couldn't really have avoided that war if he wanted to (thanks, Odysseus). Menelaus, who wins that war, finds Helen and forgives his wife/figures out that Aphrodite basically signed her up to be raped and kidnapped, and then leaves Troy - only to get stuck far from home for another eight years because the gods are still vengeful, still not done with them, and their daughter is at home but they don't get to raise her, and that's got to be killing both of them the entire time. And then - and then. Just to add extra heartbreak as if they hadn't been through enough. Menelaus talks to Proteus the seer, and finds out that his brother Agamemnon has been murdered, and his best friend, Odysseus, the person he'd sworn to found a city for so they could hang out more, the person who'd helped him rescue Helen - is now missing, kept by Calypso, in more or less the exact situation that Helen had been in only Menelaus can't. save. him.

And then they have to go home to Sparta and make the decision of whether or not to tell Odysseus's family, because logically speaking what good does it do to tell them? Oh, he's alive but there's this goddess and she may never release him and we don't know exactly where her island is, no one does, and so functionally that just means that Penelope is - what? Perpetually doomed to never be able to move on? All while carrying the knowledge that her husband is alive and miserable? And on the other hand, doesn't she have the right to know? Doesn't Telemachus? No wonder Menelaus says he can't eat or sleep every time he thinks about Odysseus.

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atalanta, the human huntress (asteroid 36)

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Atalanta, left to die at birth due to her father's wish for a male heir, was raised by a bear for first few years of her life. Growing up in the wilderness, and eventually adopted by hunters, she became a skilled huntress. At a very young age, she vowed to Artemis to remain a virgin. And she did her best to keep that vow. Hylaeus and Rhoecus attempted to rape her, and she killed them instead. She frequently overpowered men in many competitive arenas and some say that she was among the Argonauts who sailed with Jason. In one myth in particular Atalanta wrestled Peleus and won during the funeral games of King Pelias. During the hunt for the Calydonian Boar, Atalanta drew first blood and the son of King Oeneus, Meleager, killed it. Meleager was enamored by Atalanta and offered her the skin - his uncles were offended by him and tried to take the skin from her. Meleager killed his own uncles to defend Atalanta's honor and to maintain his respectability. But somewhere in the fray, Meleager sustained an injury (often it is his mother that finds out that he murdered family, so she in turn burns his life source - a piece of wood), and he died. This was not Atalanta's only encounter with a male suitor - after reuniting with her father, he demanded that she be married (despite having been told that her marriage would result in catastrophe). Atalanta still wished to maintain her promise to Artemis though - she felt confident in her athleticism, so she stated that she would marry the first man who could beat her in a footrace. Many suitors failed until one asked Aphrodite for help - his name was either Hippomenes or Melanion (depends on which source you use). Either way this suitor was given three golden apples to drop as the two raced. The suitor dropped an apple whenever she was gaining on him - much like the goddess herself was once enchanted by the prospects of a golden apple, Atalanta was as well. She stopped to pick up each when she noticed they were dropped. When the young man won, the two married. But he forgot to thank the goddess Aphrodite, so she cursed the couple with uncontrollable lust. The two disrespectfully fornicated in a temple dedicated to Rhea. Rhea turned the couple into lions and forced them to pull her chariot. IN MY OPINION Atalanta in your chart can represent a) where you are resilient, b) your feminine strength, c) where you guard your honor physically, d) feminism, e) athleticism and/or f) where love and death are intertwined.

i encourage you to look into the aspects of atalantia along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of atalantia AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede atalantia!

OTHER RELATED ASTEROIDS: artemis (105), aphrodite (1388), rhea (577), jason (6063), and peleus (11311)!

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The mythology of the Siren, Mermaid, Water Spirits & Mami Wata and it’s origins within black feminity.

Today I had to listen to other another black woman rant about how mermaids/sirens/mami wata are evil low key. So this educational post was born in response. 

Did you really think the divine essence of the black feminine wouldn’t protect itself ? That energy exists for a reason.  Suddenly it’s evil, to have teeth and protect yourself from predators. Water is a precious resource. You will be tested to see if you are deserving of it or not. Also these spirits will defend natural resources so they don’t get fucked up by human greed. 

It’s common for some places in Africa for people to offer the Sirens/Mami Wata/Water spirits or make an offerings/contracts with them in order to use the resources on their land. It also keeps the white ppl away too because they cause so much trouble.

Sirens are also associated with being the killers of children and men, but often this is completely misrepresented intentionally.

Men fear the power of the siren because she can override the patriarchy at core and can completely unravel them. The orgins of many water spirits lie in matriachal societies, temples divine feminine and motherhood. This is why temples and sacred magikal knowledge was intentionally destroyed and stolen, especially to empower the white patriarch.

Sirens are also described as thiefs of children and child killers. Sirens have been known to kidnap kids who were being abused or have were murdered near water and take them to their kingdom to restore them.

Sometimes the child returns, sometimes they are not. However in general they are big on kidnapping people, mostly women and giving them powers, if they decide to return. The idea of them eating and killing children, was a lie perpetuated by Greeks to cover up some truly horrific acts. Unfortunate these false accusations have been allowed to continue to perpetuate.

If a siren is acting in a predatory way, there is a reason why as their energy as been disturbed. Sirens are natural guardians. 

So the real question is . . . what did you do ? Did you destroy their habitat ? Abuse a child or a person ? Commit an egregious act against a woman ie rape/murder etc ? Disrespect a sacred place, the land, the seas or rivers ? Steal precious resources that weren’t yours to take ?

These sacred traditions are more than just deities, spirits and our ancestors. All forms of ATR are access to our spiritual mind state as an entire community. When you move in Vodou, you can sense the whole of black consciousness and all of our problem spots, specifically  areas that need healing. 

Oxum-Oshun, Olokun, Yemaya, the Mami Wata, La Baliene, La Siren, Met Agwe, The Simbi - these are all spirits with a connection to waters. Water is life and has always been inherently associated feminine energy. I’m not going into detail about all these cross connections but let’s chat about La Sirene, specifically.

La Sirene, Queen of all Mermaids is more than just a powerful sorceress and queen of song/music and dreams, she is also a keeper of secrets an a guardian of sacred memories & knowledge.

Many of the souls of slaves, from the Transatlantic slave trade that were thrown off the boats into the ocean are her children, citizens and warriors now. She comforts them eternally & they live in paradise. That doesn’t mean all of these souls are at rest, plenty continuously ask their mother if they will be avenged, especially the young children. She also has a close connection with the Indigenous Taino. The isle of Hispaniola also known as Haiti (Ayiti) & the Dominican Republic is her most known domain. 

Let’s not act like slavery and colonization was a cake walk. Rape was common place and mermaids, water spirits offered African and Indigenous women protection and power over men. They became demonized overtime for their hypnotic powers and killing men, who often overstepped their boundaries. Women could leave offerings to these spirits, work or commune with them and be quickly avenged or gain great power and wealth. All of this was threatening to the white patriarchal standard.

La Sirene’s presence in Haiti and other merfolk tales that float around the Caribbean/West Indies, is not without purpose. She has ties to many people and many different cultures. Her sacred symbols are global. This is why I speculate she is much older than people think. La Sirene, is a fairly young evolution. She clearly has ties to much older things. Her older names might have been lost but she has evolved, to save her self and also document other forgotten elements of history in the process. There are those who speculate that La Sirene is the embodiment of a cross mixed culture, the evolution of Indigenous & African water spirits combined, due to the excess trauma of colonization and so the Mermaid Queen was born. Others will argue that she is the Orisha Yemaya but a newer avatar of her.  I hate to argue semantics but I will say this, she exists and her presence is felt to this day, all around the world. 

La Sirene is often depicted as a mulatto woman with eyes like the sea but if you have been blessed to see her in dream state, she does appear sometimes as a brown or dark skinned skinned woman of possibly mixed Indigenous/African ancestry with glowing hypnotic eyes.  Alot of her older depictions, deal with colorism and slavery, but as things have grown in the modern world this imagery has begun to change. However mermaids, are known for their shapeshifting powers - to truly behold her true form, is a gift reserved for the rare few. 

As a keeper of the mysteries, La Sirene also access to many forgotten things in the black subconscious. The element of water is an intensely psychic sign.  Water is her domain, and what is the human body 80% of? WATER! The truth does not hide from her hypnotic eyes. This sacred connection to water and her essence, also means you can  track forgotten elements black history and connect to other deities/cultures who’ve had contact with her & her whole court or other black water spirits as a whole. So let’s take a short historical trip down memory lane.

The Greeks & Black women. Sirens, Aphrodite, Sibyls and other Children of Water 🧜🏾‍♀️

The deity Aphrodite/Venus is of Grecian and Roman legend.  

A little known magikal fact is that Aphrodite/Venus is half siren. She is a child of the water, she was literally birthed this way after Uranus got his balls cut off & thrown into the sea. Much of her Venusian influence and powers of love and beauty come from this element. Now my Mambo doesn’t like mentioning it but Aphrodite, is tolerated by the oceanic court of sirens/mermaids. Any child of water, falls under the domain of the queen. La Sirene has a sort of strange fondness for her and so does Aphrodite for her. However this doesn’t mean they are best friends.  It’s tentative friendship at best and comes with some perks. Aphrodite works quickly for children of water sirens and often will send mermaids to her devotees who misbehave. She has deliberately placed me around her people have pissed her off, to cause mischief. She’s quite petty but also  very generous. I won’t go as far to dare and say she is in the queen’s court, but she does curry favor with the queen. Being born of water, her half siren/mermaid influence has definitely attributed to legends of her beauty in myth but also her treachery with men 🧜🏾‍♀️😂. She clearly also has some sort of homesickness for the world underneath the water, because many of her offerings are gifts of pearls, kisses, sea shells, beauty products etc. Anyone who serves the Mermaid Queen knows the meaning behind those gifts. If you’re a black gyal with water or siren energy and decide to work with Aphrodite, do it!  If you ever irritate her, the least she’ll do is give you pimples and fuck up your skin, she won’t have the full power to completely fuck up your love life like she does with the white girls.  And let me tell you, she has completely ruined some white girls lives by giving them terrible lovers or men.  

The trident 🔱 is known for its connection in Greek and Hindu cultures.  However La Sirene or other African water spirits are depicted carrying it, which is largely ignored in the occult world.

You can track the trident in Hinduism, with the serpent spirits, the nagas or Lord Shiva but let’s focus on it’s Grecian connection. The usage of the trident and Poseidon, even in mainstream society today is associated with him.  This lets us know there is a connection between the mermaids, merfolk and La Sirene/African water spirits. Poseidon’s trident was rumored to made in Athens by the Cyclops - this is the city of Athena. So now we can track an element of black history all the way to Poseidon & Athena. Keep that in your thoughts we’ll come back to that later.

Tridents were also used ceremonially in Africa & India as well, as scepters, tribal weapons and religious symbols.

They were also associated with the sea faring people and fishing. It’s highly likely the origins of the trident are cross mixed between these two societies. Indo-African relations, go back to the Bronze age and the Indus Valley civilization. Which means traveling over by sea to reach each other was necessary. There is historical evidence of African millet being found in a Indian city Chanhudaro, including a cemetary or burial ground for African women.  Maritime relations between these two groups existed before Grecian & the Egyptian Ptolemaic dynasties.

Now of course there are some deranged historians that will try to whitewash history and say the trident has its origins from the labyrs but the Ancient Greeks & Africans/Indians interacted regularly. The trident also looks nothing like a labyrs, which is quite literally a double sided axe.  This is one of the more painful obvious pieces of white washing and historical revisionism. 

Regardless, the trident is associated with water, ceremonial/religious purposes, fishing, battling in the coliseum and the symbol of power for a few African,  Black diasporian an Hindu deities.

🧜🏾‍♀️ Oracles & Sibyls

Some sibyls/oracles were known to be African prophetesses/Mamissi to the Mami Wata/Sirens in Africa, some were stolen or captured by Greeks or Romans, sold into slavery and made to be oracles, some of whom became quite famous in legend. Their connection to these water spirits, is what gave them their gift of prophecy. Not every sibyl or oracle was African but SOME were.  This lead to the sharing and theft of sacred knowledge. It’s likely these women shared this sacred information, with their colleagues, some whom may or may not have been enslaved or kept in these temple and likely this information was traded, for their freedom, power or money etc. This gave way to the usage of sacred spirits and magick being used by men. A great example of this is the snake spirits of the genii, genius spirits (not to be mistaken with genies) and which then evolved into a diluted lesser energy in Greek society being known as daemons (not to be confused with goetic demons) Instead of a woman commanding these specific energies/spirits, the patriarchs decided that these specifics powers were only worthy of being used by men. These spirits were whitewashed, adopted into their religious practices and said to only be given to men at birth. No woman was allowed to possess them anymore.

🧜🏾‍♀️ The whitewashing of Medusa & Lamia. 

In mainstream society these two women stories have been white washed but also to hide a very shameful history and narrative. These two were beautiful women, in older stories of black black mythology were known to be black and they were children of water & daughters of the powerful water spirit/snake/siren divine mother/feminine goddess. 

Medusa was raped by the GREECIAN GOD OF THE SEA, POSEIDON  and Athena covered it up, refused to avenge her and punished her by making her ugly to everyone. It’s speculated in several magikal circles that the snakes in her hair were actually dreads, due to their lack of understanding of black hair and also allegorically might have been a reference to her devotion to the fish or water snake, great mother goddess. A child of the divine feminine, mother goddess was assaulted in a temple by a man and a woman covered it up & celebrated it.

Let’s start there ... cuz this story says a lot! It’s one of the first historical cases  in myth that really documents the issues that surround the black feminine specifically and it was intentionally whitewashed. Then to add insult to injury, Athena made her hideous to all men and her chopped off her head and used as a symbol of protection but also a subtle sign of disrespect to the fullest. This still goes on to this day.

In fact ALGOL, the demon star, which is considered to be strongest protective magick talisman in the occult world today is the HEAD OF MEDUSA. The child of water! BITCH! This energy is invoked constantly and the spirit of medusa is never allowed to rest.

However these egregious acts did not come without a price. Athena at time was a goddess of fertility. However desecrating a child of water or the sirens, is seen as an attack by the divine feminine and can will cause people to be afflicted with fertility and other mental health issues as well. This is speculative but it’s also likely that after this they were constantly visited by droughts, floods or repeating issues with water sanitation & purity after this. Lowered fertility rates and miscarriages might be more prominent, for Athenians and Athena devotees & likely continues to this day.

Devotees of Athena may also develop severe issues when it to their mental health because of this connection. They completely lose touch with their feminine energy and become extremely misogynistic after continued work with her.

Not only did Athena, cause Medusa to be seen as hideous throughout the land but she celebrated when she was murdered and proudly wore Medusa’s decapitated head on her shield. From the feminist eye this virgin deity/woman was extremely male identified and adhered to the patriarchal standard. She was tested by the divine feminine and failed.

Even more strange, Athena’s birth allegorically proclaims her essential character: her wisdom is drawn from the head of a male god; the bond of affection between father and daughter; her championship of heroes and male causes, born as she was from the male, and not from a mother’s womb. A dreaded goddess of war, she remained a virgin and a servant of the patriarchal society and remains so to this day. She is the misogynistic cool girl and very asexual at the core. In fact if you explore more of her mythos, it becomes very clear she hates women. I’m bewildered at how she has become associated with lesbians and the feminine at large, when it’s been very clear that she was intent on transcending her gender from the very beginning, but never managed to escape it.  

To top it off, I’ll leave you with this quote from Aeschylus’ Oresteia by Athena:

“There is no mother anywhere who gave me birth, and, but for marriage, I am always for the male with all my heart, and strongly on my father’s side. So, in a case where the wife has killed her husband, lord of the house, her death shall not mean most to me.”

Queen Lamia was a said to incredible beauty who seduced Zeus, (a literal man whore) which as made Hera jealous. Hera cursed Lamia with infertility and insomnia. She went insane and is said to have killed her own children and ate them. Zeus is said to be the one who gifted her prophecy and gave her the ability to take out her eyes, so she would not be irritated at the site of other happy mothers.

She became associated with a child eating monster who was half woman and half snake, which ties into the Libyan snake cults. She was associated with phantoms, the shapshifting laimai or empusai and the daemon spirits.

Medusa and Lamia were Libyan by heritage and came from a place in Africa where temples to the water snake mother goddess & divine feminine were common before they were destroyed by invaders intentionally. These women likely had extreme gifts of seduction, mind control and other abilities etc. It’s highly likely that Queen Lamia used her powers of seduction, at the behest of her people to save them from colonization and was demonized for it. Zeus’s temple was in Cyrene in Lybia, so this is far more than an allegorical story. This may be a real life story that was disguised in mythos. Unfortunately deeper research into this subject has turned up many dead ends for me. It’s highly likely Medusa was a priestess of the the matriarchal Mami Watas or water goddess/snake spirits and was likely raped intentionally in Athena’s temple, as a show loyalty to the rising patriarchy by descrating the symbolism of the great mother and the divine feminine. This was likely an attempt to lessen power and status of the matriachal societies that existed at the time. Rape was common war tactic amongst colonizers and news of such disgrace would likely spread like wildfire. This also solidified Athena’s place amongst the male gods and gaining her their respect. Athena and her devotees went a step further to show their allegiance to the patriarchy, by stripping Medusa of her beauty supposedly and exiling her, then parading her decapitated head on shields, when going into battle likely with Libyan enemies.

This is just a brief explanation of a few horrific acts in history, which were whitewashed & explain why the essence of the black feminine has evolved to become more protective, predatory and fierce. She learned to defend herself. Now she kills those who threaten her. 

Fun history tip: Usually anytime you see a snake in Grecian mythology, just know something got whitewashed, because the truth was really fucked up, made them look really bad & a black woman was there.

🧜🏾‍♀️ The black feminine is capable of more than you know.

Yes, mermaids/sirens/snakes & the mami watas can be scary at times but that’s what stepping into mysticism of deep waters is like. Water is capable of many things, it is one of the most powerful elements on earth. It can nourish you and kill you, and that’s the beauty of it really.

We should all be grateful the black feminine is so beautiful, fierce & scares the living daylights out of everyone.

You would be dead if it wasn’t.

[thevampiremarie]

I've been thinking lots about Aphrodite recently, and our relationship now is definitely stronger than it has been ever before. I just. I love her so much!

I'm seeking stories from others about their experiences with Her, just to hear some more Aphrodite positivity from those in this community! I thought you might be a good person to ask for a nice story :)

So, do you have a nice story of Aphrodite in your experiences?

TW: trauma stuff

I’m honored you’re interested in a story about her from me ❤️

One of my favorite experiences with Aphrodite is sort of an ongoing one. I actively rededicated myself to her worship back in November of 2021, after being a very poor polytheist and poor religious person in general. I was going through a lot; I’d been broken up with in July, moved across the country in August, I relapsed into SH, my mental health was really bad and I was struggling with suicidal ideation, I didn’t know it at the time but back in July I’d also been raped and while it took until March of 2022 for me to realize it, the trauma was there. But I’d set up my altar when I first moved and around my 21st birthday, I looked at her statue and I decided that what I needed was the structure and guidance and worship that being an observant Hellenic polytheist in her service could offer.

I’m not going to be like “she saved me” or “she spoke to me” or whatever because she didn’t. I have struggled with my faith because not once have I received signs or voices or prophetic dreams or messages like it seems almost everyone else online has. And I thought I was maybe doing something wrong or that I wasn’t being heard or that she wasn’t interested in me. But I persevered and kept my faith going, because the biggest test of faith is maintaining it in the face of disbelief. I should not *need* her to “choose” me and “speak” to me like everyone else.

I struggled a lot still. Got myself into intensive outpatient therapy. All sorts of things happened. But then I realized this year that I am happy with the life I am living. And it is filled with love. I found a new family for myself that loves me. I am struggling but I am content to continue struggling. “The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart.” So my faith *has* been rewarded and continues to be rewarded for everyday that I wake up and choose to keep going. I love all the Theoi, and I believe they have come to love me. Her domain binds me to them and to this religious path.

Let me be clear that I have never worshipped Aphrodite or been called to her by her conventional aspects. She has always been Aphrodite the Warlike, Aphrodite the Armed, Aphrodite the Warrior. Everyday of my life has been and will be a fight. But I love the fight now.

[daughterofzagreus]

Assigning Zodiac Signs to Greek Gods

Zeus - Sagittarius 

*sigh*, my sign. During Sag season too, LMAO.

Sag is ruled by Jupiter, which is Zeus's Roman counterpart. And it's fitting. It's the planet of expansion and good luck which relates to Zeus. He was the only one of his siblings who wasn't swallowed by his father, which makes him pretty lucky to me. Zeus is a cheating fuckboy, with a love for chasing tail that is the root cause for about 90% of all the issues and conflicts in ancient Greek mythology...that's a pretty typical Sag male move. It's no secret that Sags can be hoes (I say this with love🤗). According to the myths, Zeus was actually a pretty fun, jovial guy who loved a good party, singing, dancing and some drink (the word "jovial" comes from his Roman name Jove/Jupiter). He's impulsive and has a bad temper when angered, though. All fairly Sag tendencies.

Poseidon - Pisces

Pisces is ruled by Neptune, the Roman counterpart to Poseidon. It makes sense that the god of the Sea would be a water sign. Uncle Sy was an emotional MESS in Greek mythology, he's been described as emotionally unstable, temperamental and moody. I'm sorry Pisces but (as someone with a Pisces mother) I can definitely see it. He was quite a hoe too, so I don't know if it's just a mutable sign thing (In which case, welcome to the Hoe club, Pisces👏🏾). His moods and emotions change like the tides (like Pisces), so he's either in a very good mood or a very bad one. Apparently he was quite the sweetheart when in a good mood, as well. Although, man gets a lot of good PR from the Percy Jackson series😒.

Hades - Scorpio

Obvious Scorpio is obvious💀. Scorpio is ruled by Pluto, which is the planet of death and rebirth. Makes sense, as Hades rules over the underworld. Pluto is also Hades's Roman counterpart. Hades isn't technically an Olympian because he doesn't stay in Olympus, his kingdom is in the underworld. I think that's significant because Scorpios like to keep to themselves. The stereotype of Scorpio is that they're morbid, secretive and mysterious. Into the macabre. Kind of like an intellectual brooding, which all fits for Hades. He's not an unfair guy, though. Likely, more on the misunderstood side. I think the fact that only a few people (like his wife Persephone) understand him shows that he doesn't open up or get vulnerable easily or with just anyone. A very Scorpio trait.

Hestia - Cancer

We don't know much about Hestia's personality. She's demure, simple and rules over the hearth and home. Cancers tend to be family oriented. If not, they do have a significant relationship with their home (be that their actual house, or their hometown. Wherever "home" and the family is). The hearth is the centre of the household. It keeps the home warm and provides a place for the whole family to gather around to commune or just feel safe. So, I think that's fitting.

Hera - Virgo

Oh gosh, I can't help comparing her and Zeus's relationship to Jay-Z and Beyonce 😔. Bless her heart, that Sag man has her looking a fool. A complete fool 🤡. Anywho, Hera is beautiful and a perfectionist. Very regal, and strives to maintain perfection. Besides being the queen, Hera is also the goddess of motherhood, monogamy, family marriage, home and protector of all married, so I imagine that she's quite conservative and that (despite the fact that her family is a hot, hot mess) she likes to present the image of the perfect family, kind of like a first lady. She just brings to mind the type of wealthy lady-of-the-manor Virgo woman who runs a tight ship (i.e.: the house/the estate).

Demeter - Cancer 

I was debating on whether or not to make sis a Pisces. But, Cancer is linked to the mother and maternal instincts, which I think is fitting. Cancer is a very maternal sign (at least, there's a lot of significance with Cancer and its relationship to motherhood). The most famous myth involving Demeter is about her daughter Persephone being kidnapped by Hades, and how that affected her emotionally. Demeter is described as being very maternal, protective and kind and embodying a very specific type of love, the "mother's love". One the flip side though, she's also quite OVER-protective. She really does embody some of the more negative traits of Cancer as well such as smothering and being a bit over-bearing with her love. She also strikes me as the type to be emotionally manipulative and play the melodramatic "after all I've done for you, how could you be so cruel to your own mother😭" and "so what are you going to say at my funeral now that you've killed me😔" victim card that overbearing mothers like to use so much. But she doesn't play when it comes to her babies and loved ones.

Ares - Aries

Obvious Aries is obvious😠. Do I even need to say anything? Aries is ruled by Mars, which is Ares's Roman counter part. The planet Mars symbolizes raw masculine energy (you get words like "martial arts" from that), and so does Ares. Both Aries the sign and Ares the god are loud, quite aggressive, and they like conflict (they find it quite funny, and they can move on from it pretty quick, it doesn't really distress them). There's also the passion and explosive temper. Ares is also brave, strong and straight forward. He's also incredibly protective of those he loves. According to Greek mythology, the first murder was committed by Ares when he killed a man who raped (or tried to rape) his daughter, so don't fuck with an Aries's loved ones.

Athena - Capricorn

Capricorn is ruled by Saturn. In astrology, the moon (which rules Cancer - Capricorn's opposite compliment) is The Mother. It's soft, maternal and nurturing. Saturn is The Father. It's the planet of obstacles and boundaries and is a very harsh, stern planet. Success will come, but only after learning some very hard lessons. If the moon is like a emotional parent that coddles and nurtures their child (Cancer), then Saturn is that strict, tough parent that teaches their child (Capricorn) from day dot that the world is going to be cruel and unfair, and so they want to break you to make you stronger and prepare you for the world. That's what I get from Athena. Athena was born fully grown and fully clothed (in battle gear, at that). She literally came into the world with her guard up. She's the goddess of wisdom and battle strategy (among other things), so she's very pragmatic and somewhat cold (not cruel, but just realistic). She's Zeus's favourite child, which links to her ruling planet being The Father. She's kind of like the embodiment of the woman who works in a male dominated field (which, she does) so she has to work harder, adopt more masculine traits and develop a harder exterior in order to survive and thrive. She's not the most emotional or vulnerable person either, and it's noteworthy that she never had a childhood (again, she was born fully grown), so she's never had any of the innocence and naivete.

Artemis - Cancer

With the twins (Artemis and Apollo), Apollo is the sun while Artemis is the moon. Since Cancer is ruled by the moon, it makes sense that Artemis would be a Cancerian. This is the third time I'm bringing up Cancer being maternal, but here we are. Artemis has a close relationship with her mother (she killed this one woman's 7 daughters, because said woman was talking smack about her mother), but Artemis also acts as a foster mother for a lot of different people. She's nurturing, compassionate and protective. Artemis is the protector of young women, and women in childbirth (right after she was born, she helped her mother deliver her twin brother, Apollo). She has a group of huntresses (which any girl is allowed to join, so long as they forgo marriage) and she basically becomes like an adoptive mother towards them (she also, in general, likes to take in strays. She’s goddess of moon and hunting so she spends more time in the wild and at night, whereas Apollo spends more time in civilization in the daytime).

Apollo - Leo

Obvious leo is obvious 🦁. Leo's ruling planet is the sun, and is symbolized by a lion with a ~fabulous~ golden main. Apollo is the sun god (among other things). He drives the sun chariot every day and is always described as having long blond (or ✨golden✨) locks, a golden tan, and is just ridiculously bright and golden overall. Hence his other name being "Phoebos Apollo" (Phoebus meaning “bright”). Leo rules the 5th house, which is basically the house of having fun and being yourself, which matches Apollo. He's one of the more active and fun personalities. He's an over achiever (God of music, poetry, prophecy, archery, young men) and is considered to be the most beautiful male god on Olympus. Like most Leos, humility is not his greatest strength, to say the least. He's dramatic, loves attention and likes to stand out and be the sun (around which everything revolves), like a leo, too.

Hephaestus - Taurus

I really don't know why, and I'm exhausted from writing so much for everyone else. I really don't know which sign to put him in, but Taurus seems to match him. Mainly because he's patient and calm. He's a kind(er) soul who just minds his business and does his work. I know Taurus gets a bad rap for being "lazy", but Taurus actually are quite hard workers. They just like to work on their own terms, and usually the more "slow and steady" type (but still hard work with results). Tauruses also love beautiful things, and Hephaestus is an amazing craftsman who's created the most beautiful jewelry that's ever been made. Taurus is also a very possessive sign that is easily prone to jealousy when it comes to their romantic partner. This is exactly how Hephaestus is when it comes to his wife, Aphrodite (who frequently cheats, since she never wanted to marry him in the first place). The fact that Haphaestus STILL loves her and tries his best to prove himself to her an impress her by making all that jewelery for her (even though it's clear that she just doesn't love him, and the relationship won't ever be what he wants) is something a Taurus would do, as they are solid, committed people. Once they've decided they want to make a relationship work, they're fully committed to it. He does have a temper, but it's generally a long fuse, and he seems to function by the law of "don't start none, won't be none". Very Taurus. They mind their business and they don't start mess...but they will end it. The Taurus fuse is very long, but once it goes off...

Aphrodite - Libra

Obvious Libra is obvious😘. Libra is ruled by Venus, the Roman counterpart of Aphrodite. As the goddess of love and beauty, I don't think it's all that surprising to have Aphrodite be a Libras. Libras could flirt for their nation. They're also a bit vain, like Aphrodite, and they can be people pleasers. But, it's well intentioned. Libras are the scale because they like balance and harmony, and they generally don't care for discord or unpleasantries. Aphrodite is the mother of the goddess Harmonia (goddess of harmony) as well. The vanity also comes from their artistic love of beauty, as libra a generally a very creative sign. If the libra themselves isn't creative, they at least appreciate creativity and art.

Hermes - Gemini

Obvious Gemini is obvious. Gemini is ruled by Mercury, which is the Roman counterpart to Hermes. Gemini are multifaceted which makes sense for Hermes as he does a lot of different things. Kind of like a jack of all trades but master of none kind of deal. Hermes is one of the smartest gods in a witty, inventive and humorous way. He was Zeus's second favourite child and his favourite son, and has a more trickster vibe to him. A bit of a scam artist. Hermes is also the god of travelers and thieves. Man just has a way of charming people into liking him, which is a very Gemini trait. As the messenger for the gods, Hermes is also the god of communication (probably a bit of a gossip)...and lord knows Gemini's can talk your ear off. Hermes has a pair of sandles with wings to help with his messenger duties, so he's very fast and is all over the place, since he was so much to do and is always on the go (Gemini rules the 3rd house which is the house of, among other things, short distance travel).

Dionysus - Aquarius

The laid back stoner of the group. And a cult leader. He not only invented wine, but was also the god of substance use, ecstasy and madness. I find it hard to describe Dionysus just like I find it hard to describe Aquarius. I know that traits, but they're just too complex to be able to describe in a single sentence.​ Like Aquarius, Dionysus and his cult originally was a place where marginalized people could feel free. Sticking it to the man and whatnot, which goes with the activism and revolution that comes with Aquarius, along with the idea of paradise.

[helenaus]

Helen of Sparta, the first femme fatale

From Greek Mythology

I. BASIC STATS

i. OTHER NAMES: Helen of Troy (known as; doesn’t answer to it); Helena ii. MAIN PERIOD: Circa 13 000 BC iii. PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Sparta, Greece. In threads, Helen’s motherland may be referred to by other names such as Lacedaemon (the city-state), Laconia (the region) or, less frequently, Peloponnese (the peninsula). Helen has also resided in Troy (also called Illium) and briefly in Aphidnae for a time in her youth. iv. OCCUPATION(s): Queen of Sparta (heir); priestess, seer v. RELIGION: Hellenic polytheist vi. TERMS OF ADDRESS: “my queen” vii. MUSE LEVEL: Main muse viii. CONNECTIONS: Leda (mother); Hermione (daughter); Zeus (father); Tyndareus (adoptive father); Menelaus (husband); Paris (husband); Deiphobus (husband); Castor and Pollux (twin brothers), Clytemnestra (sister) & more.

II. PERSONALITY

LIKE ANY OTHER SPARTAN, Helen is succinct, self-disciplined and loyal to the motherland its laws. She is austere, determined and arrogant, but seductive despite that. Her posture is always mighty and regal. She speaks with authority and confidence, demands rather than asks, expresses dominance through her body language – haughty and open-chested – and has a tendency to invade other people’s personal spaces by touching them or their personal items.

Helen values strength, loyalty, cleverness and endurance, to the same extent that she despises its opposites.

III. MUSE-SPECIFIC POTENTIAL TRIGGERS

There may be mentions of rape, but no graphic scenes depicting it. Graphic violence can often occur and, considering the character’s cultural background, Helen might have a desensitized point of view when experiencing, witnessing or causing it. Infidelity, unhealthy mother-daughter relationships, animal sacrifices, consumption of alcohol and natural hallucinogens will come up occasionally.

IV. SKILLS AND ABILITIES

Spiritual powers associated with Aphrodite’s domains, such as: beauty (the power to give it or take it away), fertility (the power enable conception for people who have trouble procreating, or to take away that ability from those who had it; the power to turn barren land into fertile soil or the other way around), sexuality (the power to provoke sexual desire; the power to cure sexual impotence or inflict someone with it) and love (the power to imitate traits of people that the target loves; voices, appearance, mannerisms).

The abilities of a seer, such as to read bird-signs, combined with a deepened perception about the ministrations of the Gods upon their lives, as well as an accurate assessment of human fate through clairvoyance.

An extreme capacity for recognition that enables her to see through disguises and tricks, even when they come from the gods.

Mortal abilities include wrestling, hunting, music, javelin-throwing, negotiation, strategic thinking, social intelligence, leadership, extreme physical endurance, dancing and horse riding.

V. INTERPRETATIONS/CANON DIVERGENT POINTS

There is no real canon to Greek Mythology, so instead I’ll just say that this Helen is the opposite of how you may have seen her on modern media. My Helen is not an oppressed and unwilling wife to Menelaus – quite the contrary. She did not choose to leave Sparta on a whim – it was her fate. Although there were people on the Trojan side that she did come to care about, Helen was always #TeamGreeks because that’s where the Spartans were fighting and she will never side against Sparta.

VI. MUSE-SPECIFIC GUIDELINES

ONE. Writing about your muse’s perception about Helen with lines like, “she did not look godborn” or “her famed beauty was not all that much” kind of defeats the purpose of Helen. It’s the same as if I would take the most conspicuous and defining trait of your character and deny that through my muses point of view. Please don’t. TWO. Helen is a character that naturally flirts and uses sexuality as a weapon. Think of her as Aphrodite’s half-mortal surrogate. When it occurs, don’t interpret that as an attempt from me to guide the thread towards smut or romance if we haven’t discussed this possibility ooc. It’s a character trait.

VII. INTERACTIONS & BUILDING RELATIONSHIPS

Helen is a queen before she is a friend. She evaluates other people through the eyes of a ruler, dividing them between allies and rivals. Her priority is always her duty and she is willing to sacrifice personal relationships in order to achieve her goals. This is not going to change for your character, I should say in advance. On the other hand, if she has your loyalty, you will have hers. Like Zeus, Helen is ruthless, but just.

Possible dynamics include, but are not limited to: muses with political/financial/military powers establishing an alliance or partnership with Helen; muses with good fighting skills in her employment; muses seeking assistance through Helen’s spiritual powers, blood feuds, Helen being captive to your muse or the other way around, our muses at opposing sides of a war or conducting it as allies, etcetera.

VIII. SHIPPING

Because she is a pragmatist and a stoic, it’s rather unlikely to place Helen in a kind of “love conquers all” kind of ship. On the other hand, she easily has chemistry with most characters. Relationships tend to be passionate and carnal, but casual and with little to no emotional attachment. She is attracted to physical prowess.

Meaningful relationships are possible but harder to build. The ideal profile for Helen is someone who is strong, gritty and thrilling, but though she is attracted to dominance, she will end up being the most dominant one or else the relationship will hardly work. In any case, Helen is not monogamous and she will not change for any muse. 

Possible dynamics include, but are not limited to: arranged marriages, extramarital affairs, enemies to lovers, etcetera.

IX. TAGS

General tag. Answered asks. Threads. Visage. Musings. Tunes.

[grimoire-of-geekery]

Valentines, Lupercalia, and Thoughts on Love

I had a really nice Valentine’s Day, and it’s because of love.  So, I’ma talk about that.  :)

This Valentine’s Day, I had a lovely quiet day mostly to myself, with the evening spent with my husbands, eating together and giving each other small gifts, and playing games together.  Valentine’s Day is a fun day for me.  It has all the elements I love in my spiritual practice- weaponized romance, rampant glitter and paper magic, deep roots in ancient Roman festivals of decadence and stress-relief polished up and reupholstered by a new more-prudish regime...

Literally, I love it.  As a young kid, I never got valentines at school, though I often gave them out to everyone in class.  Valentine’s Day was about the social pecking order, about kids reminding each other who was at the top of the food chain and who was on the bottom.  Speaking as someone who was always at the foot of the hierarchy, it’s odd to say this, but I always really liked Valentine’s Day anyway.  I think it became one of those days that I held my breath in anticipation for, waiting for something magical to happen.

Love has been and likely will always be a major root to my magical practice.  It’s a high priority to me in all aspects of my life.  My friends and I, I always say, need to be a little in love with each other for it all to work.  My work needs to be at least mostly a labor of love.  My spirituality is centered around love, around love of the gods and spirits, who love me in return.

Valentine’s Day is about showing one’s love, and I like to do that.  Usually through little things like gifts.  I took up origami again so I could show my family and loved ones that I loved them, and it became a major part of my magical practice.  I started designing tarot spreads and spells (like the one up above) to spread a little wonder and hope and romance.

It’s funny- I don’t have an affinity specifically with love deities in my practice, because to me, all gods are gods of love.  Even the cranky ones.  I mean, Hades and Persephone are one of the most powerful relationships in Greek myth (don’t even start with me about the whole “rape of Persephone” bullshit, that’s not how it went down in any story but one).  Kamadeva was brought back to life after he was obliterated by Shiva, because the world without Kama’s magic was simply awful to live in, and all the gods petitioned for his return.  

That being said, I don’t find myself doing much love magic in my profession.  Probably because it’s essentially sacred to me, and most people who ask for it aren’t worthy in my eyes of my assistance.  Lots of obsession, crushes, and creepy bullshit, very little love.

To me, love is devotion to another, loyalty, faith.  It’s hat-in-hand apology when we do something wrong to each other.  It’s not validation-centered or delusional, where we flatter each other desperately so as to avoid our problems or pretend our world is okay when it’s not.  It’s being on the same team, so that no matter what happens, we’ll face it together.

I think the world needs at least one day a year where we celebrate that, and sacrifice to it.  So, it’s become a serious holiday for me.  Roses, always my flower, represent renewal of a promise, generally a secret or private one.  The story of Aphrodite giving a rose to the god of silence to ensure her dalliances be kept secret has always inspired me, so I give and receive roses as signs of renewal of faith.  And chocolate (and really any aphrodisiacs) have long been foods of delight and surrender, both in general and personally to me.  I love most aphrodisiac foods (not oysters though, bleh).

I had a friend tell me recently, that he hates Valentine’s Day, and he prefers Lupercalia.  He felt it was “less complicated, more simply about indulgence.”  Since Valentine’s Day has elements of that in it, but also has a more genteel and graceful aspect to it, it confused me that he felt it necessary to choose to ignore one aspect of it for another.

I asked him if he’d ever received a rose from anyone.  He, a straight man, said no, and asked if I had.  I smiled and told him I had, but the details were private.  I think he wants one now.  I’ll have to see if I can think of a conspiracy or secret to share with him.

Valentine’s Day is a day when I try to reacquaint myself with faith and trust.  It’s sometimes a risky indulgence, but I find it usually worth it.  Even when things go wrong, I can usually go back and see where things were right, and be happy about that.  Roses have thorns, after all, but that doesn’t detract from their virtue.

I treat Valentine’s Day like a season, so even though it’s over, I wish these blessings for you all:

The blessings of the Rose, that secrets may bring you joy; The blessings of Chocolate, that bitter and dark, or sweet and light, your heart bring you delight; The blessings of Paper, that sorrow be thinned out and flattened into something which provides beauty and joy to yourself and others.

So Mote It Be.

[jardin-de-l-imagination]

#1/?

I'm kinda planning of writing a Percy Jackson fic? So excuse my rant here of what I have planned I just kinda wanna have it written out and given some feedback hopefully before I really start. Some stuff might be triggering for some people. Including drugs, alcohol, rape, abuse, and self hate so far. Percy isn't a go happy guy, and hasn't been for awhile in the books. Btw REALLY LONG OMG.

Percy is gonna be a bit younger because I for some reason wanna have it cross over with marvel. Sorry. And ship him with Peter. Also sorry but not really.

The first changes is gonna be with Sally and a little bit of how she raised Percy. She teaches him of mythology and languages because she also knows many and knows it'll do him good because they're in the same area of where Greek is commonly used. Italian, Crotian, and Romanian, her family went around and had good taste. I wanna have Sally be a Roman legacy but I'm not sure of who just yet.

The second chapter would be his early preteens and his love/addiction of blue food. Kinda innocent and his relation of blue foods and his love for his Ma. As he grows older and Gabe gets in the picture his addiction of blue foods changes to drugs and alcohol from Gabe threatening them. He wants them to depend on them and him. The rape starts from the beginning of Gabe's relationship/marriage with Sally to be honest. Maternity rape is real and I doubt she always meant yes but would say it so he wouldn't hurt her more. He definitely would threaten the other (Sally / Percy) of harm of the other (Percy / Sally) if they were to misbehave. He'll eventually get himself out of it and help Sally recover while they're still stuck with Gabe. He goes back to loving blue food and uses it as a replacement whenever he has a craving.

The third would be his experience with school. Dyslexia and ADHD shows up right when he starts and some teachers reach out to Sally on ways to "fix him". She doesn't wanna have him depend on medication, definitely happy with that when Gabe happens, so he suffers with explaining " yes I have ADHD and dyslexia, no I'm not making it up to not pay attention" to everyone in every school he ever goes to. Some schools he has good teachers that believe him and wanna help him find ways to learn with his different types of dyslexia because of course he'll have more than what's common in a demigod. Sometimes he wouldn't get expelled from school but would have to deal with a suspension and have to find a way to hide it from Sally and Gabe. He learns better with facial reading and lying throughout these years. He'll have good relations with history, language, tech, and music teachers. Also the lunch and security and front desk people. He got along better with people older then him than people in his class.

The next might just be various moments with Gabe and his friends with either Sally saving him, one of Gabe's okay friends helping him, him turning things for the worse before he learns "the system*1", or with Gabe winning. Includes him learning how to apply makeup to hide bruises, lying about marks and cuts, how to heal stuff quicker, getting rid of smells, sewing, packing clothes tightly, and emergency numbers and places. Thoughts of running away and making things better for his Ma. Self hate and doubt of his reasons for living any longer. Decides running away would be better but he can't bring himself because he loves, is loyal to, her. That's brings MONEY MAKING. I grew up with people making money selling anything in school so he will too and will market off of this for any emergency because Gabe always takes his and Sally's money. Selling simple things like pencils and gum, later cool erasers that teachers confescated that he stole in return. Eventually he had to stop and find new ways to make money, and what's one quick way in New York? Drugs. NO!!.

*1 the system is based on what I learned growing up. If I had a good morning then I'll have a terrible night, Terrible morning then a good night. But sometimes you had to look for signs when it might just be a bad day overall. Conversations, how the person is acting (agitated, short temper, not patient), moody with everything from; lights, sounds, smells, how things are organized, nothing is good enough, privacy. The slightest thing that was good meant nothing when that person had more control of how your day would go. Of course this is my experience personally and I'ma add this in this fic.

He goes about using his talents with music to make some money. He can't risk Gabe, his friends, or even sally recognizing him so he always hides himself and would freestyle on the violin or guitar that he is able to keep at school because he's part of band. It keeps his away from home till Sally is out of work. He got into music because it was always calming to him and helps him concentrate. Sally was able to get him a chance to learn some before Gabe stopped them. Sometimes if there's a piano he'll play that too. Once he's makes money he carefully and reluctantly uses some for better equipment such as speakers and a microphone. His friendship with Peter is helpful with making it easy to bring around or stash at his place once he drops out of band or doesn't even joins his new schools band.*2. They would sometimes go out and just be dumb boys and fool around, Peter for fun and Percy for future possible survival and fun. Who can I connect with that will give me a discount? Who is less attentive of their stock? Where does the best wallets come from? Who accepts homeless and when? Libraries?

*2 this goes with my headcannon of Percy having more power, specifically pertaining to Sirens. Overall his voice is pleasing to listen to. When he's young it's nothing exceptional and are expecting someone to try and make him famous but as he grows up and sings more and gets more comfortable his voice is more smooth and silky. The mood of the songs can also affect people listening and draws people's attention and usually leads to him having people crowd around him whenever he's performing. He sometimes works with Peter with him dancing. He doesn't typically do pop songs since he likes rock music more so he'll change songs to him mood and tempo more fitting to what he enjoys.

He meets Peter when he and Sally are recovering. To disguise their time using money for drugs they'll go around walking or making up for lost time. She treats Percy as a silent thank you to a trip to the aquarium in Queens. There he meets Peter who is recovering from his traumatic friendship with Skip. They make quick friends and Sally and May and Ben make plans because they haven't seen their kid be this happy in a long time.

He becomes insomniac pretty early on even before the horrors of being a demigod. Someone once broke in their apartment and Gabe took it out on them so now he's even more sensetive to any sounds he hears at night. Either from his Ma crying, Gabe and his friends, or nightmares keeping him up. He usually sleeps under his bed because of Gabe putting his stuff on his bed and trashing his room. He'll wake up and go under the blankets when he hears Sally's footsteps coming to his room to not worry her.

Going to school is a blessing and a curse because that means no Gabe but that also means no Sally sadly. He constantly has to make a choice be happy for now? Or prepare for when that happiness goes away later. Meaning, do I hang out with Peter or do I go and make money street performing. Do I go to a school far from home so that I don't have to see Gabe but not see Sally, but that means she won't have to worry.

Once he finds out he's a demigod imagine all the self hate he gets. Any possible talents he thought he had. Anything that made him him, his love of blue, the sea, his features ( sure Sally would say he looks like his father he hoped he still had something that was from her, something that was just him ). But nope it all connects to Poseidon. Everything he likes and was confident about came from him. He wasn't anything special. He was just made to be used for their wars and fights and prophecy since they can't be involved but they don't wanna die from at the same time.

He knows of mythology with the help of his small closest group of friends and family, not what's taught at camp. He treats Medusa kinder and begs her to understand why he needs to continue and relates to her pain and apologies for what his birth father did to her. She allows him to kill her for a way to get rid of his pain Gabe. At camp he puts on a different kind of mask because he has no idea who he is at the beginning. A demigod? What the fuck?? What does that mean for him then? He's lost so he dumbs himself down. He has street smarts so he needs to get a layout of the place and the people. What's the stereotypes of groups. Who's the outliers. Where can I be me and with who. With Clarisse he hides what experience he has with fighting to seem weaker, the talk of prophecy can't be good and he didn't want anything with it. And with the talk of prophecy from the girl with blonde princess curls, and he feels used throughout their journey for a bit because this is what she wanted isn't it? To go out in the world and use her brain for better things. He's worried that she'll be like this onwards that this friendship is temporary just for her gain. Thankfully she stays. Watching his mother "die" from the Minotaur hurts him terribly because of course it's gonna be his fault that she dies. When he falls from his fight against Ecihdina and Chimera it pushes him to embracing the water side of him more and look tried gettingcontrol of it. Although the trap set by Hephaestus is rigged it doesn't push for Aphrodite to ship Percy with Annabeth. She can see he has doubt of even friendship and she stays respectful of that. Not everyone can cope with grief with romance. He meets Nico and Bianca at the casino but isn't able to pull them out. He doesn't make the connection till the next time he meets them. His loyalty brings him to the underworld wanting his mother back and his growing loyalty to the camp with the date drawing near for the solstice. He knew Hades couldn't be at fault and explaining so to him and Persephone builds his future relationship with them. His fight against Ares is helped by Posedion but also his growing anger of him wanting to endanger his friends. Luke still betrays everyone and everyone knows. He returns to his mom and Peter and life goes on.

Okay this a part one for a planning rant I'm going to sleep now

[rosesnink]

Night At The Arena (Marc Antony and MC) [ACORAW]

Summary: Someone 'mysterious' summons the finest courtesan,Aphrodite,to a secret and secluded meeting to the arena. What does this person want from her? Will she accept what it haves to offer?

TW: Violence but justified

Word Count: 1495

Tagging: The hosts: @thefirstcourtesan @boneandfur @maloneyberry @thechoicesvita @thisiswhyaliensdontvisitus @acor-appreciation

It was a cold night. The moon was dark,you could tell that in any moment it would start raining and the wind was coming strong from Hispania. As Aphrodite, all covered in a cape with a ribbon on her waist walked through the streets of Rome with the wind playing with the corners of her dress,teasing the fabric and revealing her skin,making the drunks stare at her. She shivered with the cold breeze against her skin.

Not even Syphax was following her. She was all alone as her secret patron said in the note. It also bring that note with a very cute and good dog,who was now accompanying her so she wasn't exposed at any danger. She spotted Cassius talking with some senator and she pu her gaze down as she heard some gasps and whispers.

“It can't be...”

“Marc Antony's dog! I thought the poor thing was dead”

Wait... Her companion was Marc Antony's dog?

She greeted her teeth as she clenched her fists against her dagger,making her bleed a little. Oh,now he'd wish he never send her his dog.

As she got into the arena,she hid in a shadow,dagger in hand and eyes opened as an owl's. She caught a snack that some citizen left and threw it across the arena,making the dog run for it,losing her in the darkness of the arena.

She saw his figure: tall,his hair glowing silver because of the moon's reflect and his tight and short clothes making him glorious,but not untouchable. Not for her. He looked around,looking for any signs of the gorgeous courtesan. She saw how he turned on his back,looking on the public seats as she moved as fast as the devil and hiding behind a pillar. He seemed dissapointed and even a little hurt... He turned on his heel to leave when she striked,knife on his throat and inmobilizing his arm with hers!

“Don't... Move... Or I won't hesitate”She whispered,her mouth against Antony's ear. She hoped a threat or a scowl,but instead,he had the audacity to snort!

“I knew I liked you for a reason”

“Funny,because I hate you”She sneered

“I know. I admit,you fooled me. But I'll let it pass. This is fun” He said,clearly enjoying this.

“What do you want from me that you make me meet you here blindly with a dog and in the arena? Because I won't give you anything. You hear me? A–ny–thing”She pressed the knife against his skin,but his smirk went wider. “I love a fierce woman. It's challenging to take them” He suggested,having the audacity to look at her and look at her with such lust that would embarrass Eros itself.

She sneered at him as she used her feet with the training that Syphax gave her and snaked it around his ankle,tackling him onto the floor,landing on the top of him. “I am not some prize you can just take, nor a piece of meat you can heat up and freeze whenever you want,Antony. I might be a whore,but I am not your whore. Remember that I choose my patrons? Well,you're not in mu list. I rather slat my throat first than laying a hand on you”She said,face inches apart of him,her grip in his hands tight against the sands and straddling his hip and inner chest with her knees so he couldn't make a move.

“A woman with conviction and principles. I like it”He said,his smirk wide.

“You're awful and disgusting”She said,her eyes pure wrath,firing daggers to him. “If I could kill you,I would. But i'm smarter than that. I will end you before you can say ‘Praise Caesar’,you hear me, bastard?”She says,gripping him so tight that she she can see him wincing. But somehow,it turns him on even more. She feels disgusted as she spits the words out “I won't serve you on anything. I will leave now and you won't follow me or else I'll fake a rape attempt,is that clear?” She says,her nose touching Antony's,noticing how his breath is quick and hot against hers.

“I don't intend to bed you,Aphrodite. Not yet”He says,his voice hoarse. She rolls her eyes. “Perhaps if you release me I can explain why the arena when I can invite you to my big and secluded Villa?”He says. She scowls and reclutantly releases him,dagger in hand still. “Five minutes. Nothing less,nothing more”She says,determinated face.

Antony regains his composure and collects himself “I want your company for a secret event––” “No”She says,not bothering to listen to him. “I made myself clear. I don't want anything with you. Not in bed or any matter. You don't interest me at all”She says,her face unreadable,her hands in her hips. He sneered “But––” “No means no,Antony”She said,making her tune strong and determianted.

“Look,I'll pay you what you want––” “My prize is out of your league,Antony. Not your power nor influence can give me what I desire” She said,her face turning wary and challenging. He stepped close to her,fists clenched and pure fire and command in his eyes “Try me. I am the God maker,Aphrodite. Do not test my power”He said,his nose brushing hers. She smiled triumphally at him “You could never match my prize nor my desires,God maker or not”She said,a cold and cunning smile on her.

His breath was quick,his rage was palpable and his frustration was big. “Look,you don't have to do much. Just charm some idiots and give me information––”She was now the one with the audacity of snorting and grabbed him by the chin,a devilish and still cold smile “I've been good without you as my patron and in your debt and I think I will keep this rhythm until my purpose here is done. And you,Marc Antony,conqueror of many lands and god maker, won't stop me”She kissed him on the cheek,a warning to beware her. He grabbed her by the hip and said “You will regret this” She turned her heels on him and threw her fist to him,but he blocked it expertly. She grabbed his arm and twisted it,tackling him to the floor. He winced at the pain as he kicked her on the ankle,making her also fall. She grunted and threw herself with a roar,grabbing his collar and rolling on the floor, trying to top each other. “I don't want to hurt you,Aphrodite!” He said “I wouldn't stress about it” She said as she kicked him in his inner thigh,making him roll off her and grabbing her dagger and make an attempt to stab him,but he blocked it again and threw her out of his way,refusing to harm the woman. “Come and face me, coward! End me like you ended my tribe!”She screamed,fire on her veins. “Come and let me defeat you as a woman!”She said as she put her hand straight and hitted him on the throat,making him grunt of pain and leave him breathless “I am a slave of Rome,but I'm also a Catauni. And when worms like you are out of the picture, I will raise the Catauni of the ashes,and prove that no man will stop me”She kicked him on the chin,throwing him to the floor and putting a feet on his throat “I already know who are you,Antony. But you don't know who I am. But you will,that's a promise”she stepped on his chest,making him grimace of pain Antony managed to say “One day... One of us.... Will accomplish it”. She looked at him coldly,showing no emotion for the man who was now down “I'm looking forward that moment,believe me”And she turned away of him,not bothering of hiding her face and her gaze high,wowing and awakening the darkest fantasies of the men and loosening herself in the walk back to the scholae.

[a-d-nox]

Can you talk about Persephone? Thanks!

persephone, queen of the dead (asteroid 399)

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Persephone is the daughter of Demeter and Zeus and infamously wed to Hades. The union of Hades and Persephone is perhaps one of the most popular and retold (A Court of Mist and Fury, A Touch of Darkness, The Star-Touched Queen, etc.) myths of Greek mythology. This is the myth regarding the Queen of the Underworld. It was a warm day in a meadow filled with blooms, Persephone was picking flowers (some say they were narcissus flowers in particular) with her hand maids (sometimes it is a nymph named Cyane). One flower in particular caught her attention, seemingly the largest and most fragrant flower in the meadow. As Persephone reached down to pick the flower, the ground opened up and from that dark crevice came Hades on a golden chariot pulled by nightmares (a type of shadow horse found in most hellscapes). Hades grabbed Persephone and pulled her into the Underworld to become his wife and queen (this may or may not have been okay-ed by Zeus lol (ALSO some versions say Hades rapes Persephone in this moment)). Hecate (who heard it) and Helios (who saw it), who are both well informed of this occurrence and told Demeter what had happened. Helios also includes that Zeus gave Hades the rights to Persephone in the terms of an arranged marriage. Demeter was outraged - similar to the Ceres post, Demeter shifted the seasons aggrieved by her daughters disappearance. Zeus only intervened when he learned that people were dying from famine due to Demeter's neglect towards the land. Zeus then sends Hermes to the Underworld to bring Persephone to Demeter. Unfortunately, and much to Demeter's dismay, Persephone had eaten a pomegranate seed during her time in the Underworld (whether by force, trick, or out of disparity is unknown and often debated). By law that one seed forced her to remain in the Underworld. Outraged once more Demeter went to Zeus who offered a compromise - Persephone could spend some of her time with Demeter and the rest with her husband, Hades. Thus Persephone’s coming and going is marked by the seasonal changes. Persephone also prominently appears in Adonis's tale. Ironically, Zeus divides Adonis's time between Persephone and Aphrodite like he did Hades and Demeter. Ultimately Adonis refuses Persephone when he is finally allowed to choose who he wishes to stay with. In some versions, Persephone sends a boar to kill Adonis - personally, I believe it was Ares. IN MY OPINION Persephone in a chart can represent a) where you are most popular and fantasized over, b) where you feel held hostage, c) where your time is not your own, d) where there are a lot of bystanders in your life, e) where your absence causes strife, and/or f) where you feel isolated.

i encourage you to look into the aspects of persephone along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of persephone AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede persephone!

OTHER RELATED ASTEROIDS/PLANETS: zeus (5731 / h42), hades (h41), demeter (1108), adonis (2101), aphrodite (1388), hermes (69230), hekate (100), and cyane (403)!

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[princedez]

Journey as a pagan witch

The pagan road. It's been quite a journey for me. My grandma that raised me was a Mexican catholic. She came to the US when there wasnt many Spanish speakers and she met a Cuban lady. Cuban lady taught her about saint magic and how to cleanse with an egg and reading cards and learning some herbs from wicca books and hoodoo books in español. I read these books as early as 10 and was confused how in Catholicism they said we had only 1 God and how in a wicca book there were many, such as Aphrodite.

Then at 13 when i was an unsatisfied atheist i met a guy that showed me his book on Wicca. So i thought "this is it. It speaks to my heart!" And i started buying Llewyn books from Barnes and Noble and calling myself a Wiccan. Until at 17 i joined a site called Wiccantogether.com and learned actual Wiccans are only wiccan if they get initiated into a British Traditional Wiccan coven. So i started calling myself a neo pagan.

I got locked up and could only remember the goddess Kali and the Great Mother Goddess type figure in Wicca. It didnt help me. I kinda went agnostic but never stopped believing in witchcraft.

In 2012 i met a theistic satanist for lack of a better word and i tried to convert to please him. Learned about the Goetia but they werent for me.

Then in 2013 or 2014 i learned about Traditional Withcraft, more specifically British Traditional witchcraft and even joined a coven which i got kicked out of. But on my own time started praising Dionysus here and there after learning of Him through the first season of True Blood.

Now that I've made my devotion official, Im being led to start praising His retinue too. Which is interesting because Im finding deities like us to meet their family and friends.

Im still not calling myself a Hellenic polytheist because i believe all the gods are real somehow and i have some curiousity about Gaulish polytheism and Celtic polytheism because on my white side I have a lot of French and a little bit from the UK too. And i do read into Aztec mythology even though most of my native ancestors were Chichimec which meant in Nahuatl (sp?) "The barbarians".

Tw: r*pe

But last week a friend of mine was raped similar to how i was raped the first time. She didnt wanna report so i asked if i could curse him. A peer of mine as a Dionysus devotee tried to tell me we cant do anything for justice, not being priests/priestesses, he was coming from the tradition of Bacchic-Orphism. Not witchcraft and felt we need Foundation before becoming witches (but that dont seem to be the case with secular witches i find). He said all i should be doing right now is devotional stuff. Praying.

But i couldnt just twidle my thumbs and do nothing other than pray for healing, after i told my friend I'd curse the guy. Because these fuckers abusing the sacred drink (alcohol) to enact violence deserve to face consequences.

So i went around my peer's advice and decided "oh..but what if i devote this work to Hecate?"

It's not my first time attempting a spell that asks for a deity's help, because a lot of wicca books with spells success those kind. But it was my first time trying to ask a deity for help in a spell that was also a friend or apart of "Dionysus retinue" and i wasnt sure how it'd go.

I asked Hecate for help in it.....and i got a pretty damn creepy eye from the candle wax. I took it to mean, someone seen or heard me...this may be a sign of success. A Hellenic witch told me my first impressions are likely the meaning.

I just gotta say, it feels weird to know I've been a polytheist since 2006 but only now the gods are making themselves known in my life (my UPG, secular witches are totally my friends yo). And i imagine including deities in my magic is gonna make my magic different...but it does feel kinda good to know Hecate has seen this rapist's face and approved of my actions. God approval is pretty validating to know i did the right thing (imo).

I'd like to know other people's evolutions as a pagan and/or witch, because i dont imagine im the only one thats had quite a journey and i have met people go from polytheist to atheist.

[hereticaloracles]

TNO Watch: Eris

Helios on Eris– So, somehow in my accounting of the Transneptunians, I managed to overlook the biggest, most prolific of them all (however not the first to be discovered past Pluto!)- Eris! Now I can’t rightly finish off the archive without her, now can I? So without further ado, let me formally welcome back the most controversial dwarf planet back into the party! Gird your loins, y’all

The Astronomy– Eris is the most massive and second-largest (by volume) dwarf planet (and plutoid) known in the Solar System. Eris was discovered in January 2005, and in September 2006 it was named after Eris, the Greek goddess of strife and discord. Eris is the ninth most massive object directly orbiting the Sun, and the 16th most massive overall, because seven moons are more massive than all known dwarf planets. It is also the largest which has not yet been visited by a spacecraft. Eris was measured to be 2,326 ± 12 kilometers (1,445.3 ± 7.5 mi) in diameter. Eris’s mass is about 0.27% of the Earth mass, about 27% more than dwarf planet Pluto, although Pluto is slightly larger by volume.

Eris is a trans-Neptunian object (TNO) and a member of a high-eccentricity population known as the scattered disk. It has one known moon, Dysnomia. As of February 2016, its distance from the Sun was 96.3 astronomical units (1.441×1010 km; 8.95×109 mi), roughly three times that of Pluto. With the exception of some long-period comets, until 2018 VG18 was discovered on December 17, 2018, Eris and Dysnomia were the most distant known natural objects in the Solar System.[

Because Eris appeared to be larger than Pluto, NASA initially described it as the Solar System’s tenth planet. This, along with the prospect of other objects of similar size being discovered in the future, motivated the International Astronomical Union (IAU) to define the term planet for the first time. Under the IAU definition approved on August 24, 2006, Eris is a “dwarf planet”, along with objects such as Pluto, Ceres, Haumea and Makemake thereby reducing the number of known planets in the Solar System to eight, the same as before Pluto’s discovery in 1930. Observations of a stellar occultation by Eris in 2010 showed that its diameter was 2,326 ± 12 kilometers (1,445.3 ± 7.5 mi), very slightly less than Pluto, which was measured by New Horizons in July 2015.

The Myth– Eris is the Greek goddess of strife and discord. The most famous tale of Eris recounts her initiating the Trojan War by causing the Judgement of Paris. The goddesses Hera, Athena and Aphrodite had been invited along with the rest of Olympus to the forced wedding of Peleus and Thetis, who would become the parents of Achilles, but Eris had been snubbed because of her troublemaking inclinations.

She, therefore (as mentioned at the Kypria according to Proclus as part of a plan hatched by Zeus and Themis) tossed into the party the Apple of Discord, a golden apple inscribed Ancient Greek: τῇ καλλίστῃ, “For the most beautiful one”, or “To the Fairest One” – provoking the goddesses to begin quarreling about the appropriate recipient. The hapless Paris, Prince of Troy, was appointed to select the fairest by Zeus. The goddesses stripped naked to try to win Paris’s decision and also attempted to bribe him. Hera offered political power; Athena promised infinite wisdom; and Aphrodite tempted him with the most beautiful woman in the world: Helen, wife of Menelaus of Sparta. While Greek culture placed a greater emphasis on prowess and power, Paris chose to award the apple to Aphrodite, thereby dooming his city, which was destroyed in the war that ensued.

Another story of Eris includes Hera and the love of Polytekhnos and Aedon. They claimed to love each other more than Hera and Zeus were in love. This angered Hera, so she sent Eris to wreak discord upon them. Polytekhnos was finishing off a chariot board, and Aedon a web she had been weaving. Eris said to them, “Whosoever finishes thine task last shall have to present the other with a female servant!” Aedon won. But Polytekhnos was not happy by his defeat, so he came to Khelidon, Aedon’s sister, and raped her. He then disguised her as a slave, presenting her to Aedon. When Aedon discovered this was indeed her sister, she chopped up Polytekhnos’s son and fed him to Polytekhnos. The gods were not pleased, so they turned them all into birds.

Eris has been adopted as the patron deity of the modern Discordian religion, which was begun in the late 1950s by Gregory Hill and Kerry Wendell Thornley under the pen names of “Malaclypse the Younger” and “Omar Khayyam Ravenhurst”. The Discordian version of Eris is considerably lighter in comparison to the rather malevolent Graeco-Roman original, wherein she is depicted as a positive (albeit mischievous) force of chaotic creation.

A quote from the Principia Discordia, the first holy book of Discordianism, attempts to clear up the matter: One day Mal-2 consulted his Pineal Gland and asked Eris if She really created all of those terrible things. She told him that She had always liked the Old Greeks, but that they cannot be trusted with historical matters. “They were,” She added, “victims of indigestion, you know.” Suffice it to say that Eris is not hateful or malicious. But she is mischievous and does get a little bitchy at times.

The story of Eris being snubbed and indirectly starting the Trojan War is recorded in the Principia and is referred to as the Original Snub. The Principia Discordia states that her parents may be as described in Greek legend, or that she may be the daughter of Void. She is the Goddess of Disorder and Being, whereas her sister Aneris (called the equivalent of Harmonia by the Mythics of Harmonia) is the goddess of Order and Non-Being. Their brother is Spirituality.

Discordian Eris is looked upon as a foil to the preoccupation of western philosophy in attempting to find order in the chaos of reality, in prescribing order to be synonymous with truth. Discordian Eris teaches us that the only truth is chaos and that order and disorder are simply temporary filters applied to the lenses through which we view the chaos. This is known as the Aneristic Illusion.

Why She Matters– Okay, its no secret that Eris is fantastic and I love her. Yes, Eris is chaos, but you know what? So is life. You can try and plan and make things nice and neat, but then the Universe comes through like a toddler who just learned how to walk, hellbent on getting to the other side of the room- consequences be damned. Eris is that universal action. Make no mistake, she is a destroyer and lives for the battlefield, but she also loves to dance, finding the beat in the deaths of men clamoring to prove that they are right to unseen forces (but most of all, themselves). If Mars ever did drag, she would look like Eris (and you bet your ass there would be death drops and shablams like you’ve never seen before!)

When people (read: hecklers) try to come at me with proof that astrology works (but who don’t have their birth time handy for me to utterly eviscerate them) I point to Eris. I remember when she was discovered, and the excitement that her unveiling brought to all of us. And then I remember, quite vividly, the fallout from the IAU decision after she was named but then relegated to dwarf planet status. It was a repeat of the Judgement of Paris myth! She was snubbed, yet again, by the authority, and Pluto was caught up in the fallout as collateral damage just because she was bigger than him (men and size issues, amirite?). And the authority paid for it in the end! Even total luddites who don’t follow the whirling and twirling of the planets (dwarf or otherwise) have a strong opinion about the decision. It made people care about these crazy space rocks, which brings me great happiness.

We aren’t all running around fighting all the time in this modern age, so how do we look at Eris now? A primal force of chaos doesn’t really mesh with our modern sensibilities- or does it? One of the more enlightening views on Eris comes when we consider her in terms of Justice, especially against any kind of oppressive authority. This can be seen in almost every major social movement to demand better treatment, to deny an oppressive ruling class its ability to exploit those below it- Stonewall, May Day, Ferguson, Rodney King, The Arab Spring…. Hell, even the Boston Tea Party! Eris is that urge we feel to stand our ground and refuse to roll over to the bad guys. Eris is the urge to fight for our rights. Yes, it can get violent- but better short violence that changes things for the better than the long, slow violence of inaction. Far better to live boldly and bravely. More commonly though, Eris spurs us on to fight with our racist uncles on Facebook or send petty gifs in the group chats calling out our friends for being slutty… but like, in an endearing way. In fact you could solidly call Eris the Goddess of Shade. Hey, not every action can be a revolutionary one after all- sometimes you just want to get brunch with your girls.

Eris isnt just Chaos, by the way- she also represents Strife. More specifically, what you are striving for. What do you want out of this life? If you are lost, look to Eris and she can help you find your way when you’ve lost it. Mind you, you’ll be in for a HELL of a trip with her (more Thelma and Louise than Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas- That’s solidly Arawn territory) and you might not survive, but at least you’ll know!

Now, we all have all of these planets and asteroids SOMEWHERE in our chart, so in you is the seed of chaos- even the most holier-than-thou Libra. As with all of the Transneptunians, look at her house placement, not necessarily the sign, to see her effect. To find out where she shows up in your chart, go to astro.com, put in your birth details and in the extended options, all the way at the bottom of the next page, there will be a menu of additional objects. Under that is a blank space where you can enter the number 136199, for Eris. Once you have it entered, generate the chart! Where does Eris affect your life? Let us know in the comments below!

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[adventuesofanescort]

Adventures of an Escort: Vol. II

Opening Scene: 

[animated] *inspired by Sleeping Beauty* Song: Rendition of Disney SB - The Gifts of Beauty & Song / Maleficent Appears / True Love Conquers All 

Madeline dances across the screen, each time reappearing with someone different (alternating between Gabriel & Travis)

Transition:

Screencap of the date, time, & cosmic location in the universe

Loma Linda, California, United States of America, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy, 3rd Plane of Existence

Transition:

Set up the scene with stills from botanical miniature/doll versions *inspired by Hereditary & Dinner with Schmucks taxidermy mouse scenes* 

Main Character: Madeline Ophelia Rusalochka, Age 16-17

Incarnates: Magdalena, Mary Magdalene, Maddie from Hush, Aurora, Venus, Aphrodite, Vesta, Pandora, Athena, Artemis, Lilith, Kali Ma, Eliza from Daughter of Smoke & Bone Series, Rose Quartz from Steven Universe, Snow White, Princess Tiabeanie from Disenchanted, Sophie from Howl’s Moving Castle

Appearance: Lightskint, warm brown loosely curly hair, skinny, innocent school girl appearance 

Seemingly sweet and docile young ballerina and violinist, private catholic student. Trilingual (Hindi, English, and Arabic), works at the library, frequently master-bates in public or with inappropriate items. 

Lives in small renovated shed with her strict, religious parents living in the main house, possibly with a young sister whom she adores. 

Spends her time writing, drawing faeries and mythological characters, and gardening. She keeps an epi-pen by her when doing it because she is deathly allergic to bees. She grows aloe vera to rub on her self harm scars. She does a lot of laundry, hanging clothes on clotheslines.

She has an extremely aggressive side to her, and is diagnosed with mild terrets, OCD (strict daily routine down to the minute, intrusive thoughts, counting steps, & self harm) & paranoid schizophrenia (voices constantly whispering that They are watching, safety advice and exit strategies, inappropriately sexual and blasphemous thoughts, nonsensical secrets of the universe, telling her that she is a prophet and a descendant of gods, etc). 

Madeline hallucinates messages from Heaven coming from the lips of those around her, in random moments, so she has a hard time following conversations or knowing what is and is not reality - often seems standoffish because she’ll choose to just not respond to people if she doesn’t trust herself to know exactly what they said. 

She has a constantly feeling of being watched and actually is by fae, creepers, & paranormal phenonemon. She thinks she has 10 different stalkers in any given moment, and does experience strange attacks from random men/zombie hallucinations. Scary paranormal things are always happening to her, with dark figures in the corners of her room when she steps in, and faces popping out at her when she turns the lights on, plus people in the rearview mirror of her car smiling, etc. She makes wards to hang around her house and garden, and frequently smudges, prays, and casts spells for protection. 

She has two best friends - they spend time smoking weed at the lake and exploring the orange, pomegranate, and avocado groves. 

She drives distractedly throughout the entire film, and the audience feels extreme tension in the anticipation for her to crash, but she never does.

She’s in a lame boring relationship with her goody-two-shoes neighbor Gabriel whom she has known forever. He’s always trying to initiate awkward car sex but she doesn’t want to take his virginity, so she always stops him.  

Gabriel, Age: 16

Incarnates: Angel Gabriel, Dionysus, Jesus, Krishna

She cheats on him for money during “after school tutoring sessions” with her Latin teacher who's into BDSM. He kills himself on her 17th birthday. 

*Smiley Library where Madeline works* 

Notes: there is scary engraved faces and lions heads in the pillars and a beautiful garden courtyard* Best location ever. 

When her teacher dies, she takes up private violin lessons during that time lost instead. She begins weekly violin lessons from Travis, and instantly develops a crush on him - to which he pays little to no mind. 

Travis, Age: 23 

Alias: Lucifer, The Morning Star, The Angel Michael, Ares, Mercury

Personality: Aggressive, mysterious, abusive, extremely acceptive, protective & loving. 

One day, Madeline sleeps outside in the tent. She falls asleep stargazing, and wakes up in sleep paralysis with lots of yellow eyes staring in from above the tent. There is a creak in the gate and all of their heads turn abruptly towards the noise, and they scatter. She is still unable to move when someone or something sneaks in to the tent and rapes her. She passes out, and is unsure in the morning if it really happened. Walking back to her home from the backyard, she is startled by her neighbor Gabriel who grabs her by the wrist. They ride to school together. 

In her music lesson later on, Travis notices a bruise on her wrist. He asks about it, and she says her neighbor did grab her there earlier, but she doesn’t know and begins to cry. He sits beside her and consoles her. She’s wearing a tea length dress, and he begins starts touching her thighs, slowly hiking it up and rubbing on her. As her sobs subside, he notices more bruises between her legs, and pauses. He tells her “That’s enough [crying]. We only have 5 minutes left of class. Play.” She sniffles, straightens her, regains composure back. He fingers her while she cries silent tears. 

They begin an extremely physical relationship, violent and sexual. He trains her to reach full blown orgasms while playing the violin impeccably. At times he’ll slap and taunt her when he’s angry or if he’s annoyed at her, and she’ll fly at him punching and slapping until he restrains her. He sometimes makes weird and ominous comments like “You’ve always been mine” or “You’ve always been such a fighter” as if he's known her for a long time. 

She likes him because he keeps her grounded, and she never has to pretend anything around him. He also seems to see and hear both her schizophrenic thoughts and the paranormal phenomena around her. He even suspiciously seems to be influencing, if not causing them, as it is all significantly less active when he’s around. But above all, he is her protector and one of the only people she views as an equal, as she has a habit of expressing subtle narcissism and vanity (despite glaringly uncouth thoughts of superiority). 

He seems to love her more than anyone else, akin to an extremely protective brother’s love. He operates as if him loving her is a fact of the universe and possibly an obligation, rather than a feeling or conscious choice, which she finds comfort and security (permanence) in. 

Her parents can never know she and Travis are together. The audience feels the constant anxiety/dread of not knowing when they are going to get caught. 

Her parents eventually do find out and are disillusioned and disgusted by her nature. They put her in sex addiction counseling and intensive therapy. 

During her first solo therapy session, her psychologist claims to be a psychic and inserts other misplaced spiritual things into the conversation. At the end of the session, the therapist gives her a tarot reading on her past, present, and future. She says Madeline is of the highest of royalty. She is in grave and targeted danger. And in her future lies death & self destruction, from which creation will surely be borne. 

She tells her things about all directions of time existing stacked on top of each other, and some of her words echo the thoughts the voices tell her. She lives creeped out. 

One night, Madeline experiences extreme stomach pains and cramps. After hours of pacing, pain, and debating if she should go and get help - the pain finally breaks. She’s sitting on the toilet, trying to push out poop it seems, when her eyes suddenly widen and she abruptly scoots herself from the seat. 

Madeline gives birth on the floor, and there is a graphic splat/thump of the bloody tiny stillborn baby that comes out of her. The baby moves a little, but she doesn’t care/pretends not to notice.

She buries the child in a decorated shoebox in the garden backyard. In the morning, she finds the plot dug up in an unnaturally neat circle with a ring around it, and a perfect mound of dirt next to it. The shovel is shown in the middle of the garden, thrown unceremoniously. She plants Lilly of the Valley (Mary’s Tears) there.

Note: Lily of the valley is a symbol of humility in religious painting. It is considered the sign of Christ's second coming. The power of people to envision a better world was also attributed to the lily of the valley.

It is night. Madeline is holding a small white bear, looking off into the distance expressionless, eyes glossy with unshed tears. Travis appears at her door. He immediately knows that she isn’t pregnant anymore, and demands answers. She doesn’t reply, ignoring him and steeling herself. He pushes her off the bed, asking what did she do over and over. He gets on top of her, screaming at her with his lips inches from her ear, spit flying. She kicks and struggles, trying to move her face back and forth and using her hands to protect and make space between them. He finally gets off of her, and she scrambles up, wiping hair and sweat and spit from her face. She’s out of breath, disheveled, and her bottom lip is torn and bloody. He looks at her and steps forward. She steps back and he punches a hole in the door, making her jump. She grabs her shovel, brandishing it, and tells him to get the fuck out.

Madeline takes up boxing, 

Transition: 3 months later caption, 11am. Pretty embellished wreath or wood panel covers the hole Travis made. Madeline opens the door and the text falls away. 

She goes into her backyard, wrapping up her fists, and using a punching bag and stand in her backyard. She puts on music and goes ham, quieting out the rest of the world. Creatures lurk at the edges of the garden, approaching slowly, getting closer as the song crescendos. There is a looming figure about to reach out and touch her, with two smaller dark figures crouching in its wake. Madeline spins around, punching the hair, but catching nothing. She yanks out her headphones. She is alone, all is still. She looks around, angry and uneasy. The beautiful noises of nature pick up around her. The wind begins to roar, making the chimes sing chaotically. She looks to find a nebulous sky with two moons. She blinks and the chaos ends abruptly. The sky is normal, and all is calm once again. But it is now night. The caption says 6pm. 

Scene ends abruptly.

She is trying to unlock her door, and pauses - listening to her sister laugh from inside the house. Her eyes soften at the noises, and then widen again just as a gloved hand claps around her mouth and nose, covering it with white cloth. She falls limp and someone picks her up her slack, throwing her into the passenger seat of a security vehicle. She catches a glimpse of the man right before she passes out. It’s her weed dealer, who’s business is actually a front for a human trafficking ring. 

Setting: 12123 South Figueroa.

She comes to, alone in a room, wearing a lacey nightgown. There are vicious ghosts in the room that scare her, and she goes running out of the room to the outside. She takes in her surroundings for a moment until she sees and hears terrifying zombie sounds approaching her. She’s chased up the stairs and runs into an apartment unit, walking in on Travis violently fucking a prostitute. The weed man bursts in, apologizes respectfully to him by name, and yanks her out of the room. He tells her they don’t have much time and he tries to make her look presentable. Women and girls are all standing uniformly down the apartment stairs, like mannequin displays. Weed man positions Madeline on a step, and slaps her, telling her to stay still and look pretty or else. He yanks her hair from her ponytail. 

A black cars rolls up the driveway and an old fat man climbs out of the backseat. Wheelman schmoozes, talking up the girls, and taking him through the list of girls - they are all named after a particular goddess. Weedman introduces Madeline as Aphrodite.  Inspecting his options, the man scans the girl’s bodies and settles on Madeline. 

Weedman grabs her and pushes her inside a unit with him, telling her to play nice. 

The old man immediately starts kissing on her. He sits her on the bed and begins to have his way with her. She has seemed catatonic since seeing Travis. As things escalate, and he begins to be rough with her. She wakes up a little and starts to protest, but sensual choking turns to strangling as the song rages on. 

Madeline struggles with all her power. The strangling lasts for two minutes in an extremely uncomfortable and gruesome fight for her life. 

She dies as the song comes to an end. 

The Funeral 

Song: Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Musical 

Madeline’s body is in glass coffin placed in the middle of a greenhouse cathedral. The audience has only a view of her and the backs of funeral goer’s heads, who are sitting in single chairs arranged in ominously straight lines. The presence of flailing charred bodies struggling beneath the chairs flickers in and out.

Credits (Funeral Contin’d):

[animated] same song plays as credits roll

Madeline’s glass coffin is in the middle of a meadow. Nymphs, fae, animals, dwarves, the trees, and other mythological figures slowly start appearing at the edges of the clearing. More creatures show up, tentatively entering the foray and paying respects to her. A teen girl with dark hair stands looking aloof. A small blonde haired boy in a white cloth shirt and too-small pants hops from foot to foot near her. 

A dark figure, who was before almost imperceptible, is watching from the sidelines head bent, eyes intent on Madeline’s face. He steps into the clearing and every head turns her way. He spreads his black wings and holds the stance, as the song reaches a crescendo: “above a blinding star” (5:37)

The screen goes dark and all is silent for a moment. 

Easter Egg

Screencap of the date, time, & planetary & universal location in the universe: Soddom & Gamora, Gaia, Olympia, 5th Plane of Existence

[not animated] The screen opens from the middle, revealing a close up of freckles. The picture zooms out to reveal Magdalena in her pink haired glory sitting on a ledge like a gargoyle, with her huge wings folded behind her. She is scanning the scene below her, eyes narrowed. She hones in on something and gets ready to leap off her platform.

The screen goes dark. The end. 

[littlemisskookie]

Ares

Greek Gods Series Prologue Poseidon Aphrodite Ares Artemis Interlude Hades Hermes Zeus Ship: General!Jungkook | Spy!Reader Description: Jeon Jungkook, to put it, was a very lustful man. Lust for the opposite sex, lust for blood, and soon enough, lust for you. And they say keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. As in, intimately closer. Warnings: TRIGGERING! EXTREMELY GRAPHIC! GORE! TORTURE! Mentions fo Self Harm, Death, Choking, Breathplay, Knifeplay, Bloodplay, Intercourse, Blowjob, Humiliation, D/S Themes, S/M Themes, Creampie, Slight Exhibitionism, Fingering, Biting, Spanking, Degrading Names, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Light Angst Word Count: 13,804 A/N: NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART! Take warnings seriously! This is extremely triggering for some and definitely not light-hearted in any way, shape, or form. Also, this isn’t meant to be disrespectful towards certain countries because of politics, and it isn’t meant to do any harm.

Jeon Jungkook, to put it, was a very lustful man. Lust for the opposite sex, lust for blood, and soon enough, lust for you.

He was a simple man to understand, and after gathering intel on him for years, you got closer to him than anyone from your side ever had. While the other agents couldn't get so much as a few miles close, you were both chest to chest. Oh yes, it'd be an understatement to say you two became close.

They say keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. As in, intimately closer.

Jungkook's army was at war on your own, the mighty general being a thorn in your side since the wretched battles began, and it didn't help that you were the unknown sister of the general for your own army. After faking your death and erasing your identity, you stowed away to become one of the top spies in the secret government, set on vanquishing enemies and acquiring information. You had begun your training when you were only eleven, and now, ten years later, when the identity of the enemy's general was finally revealed, you were at the top of the list to infiltrate Jungkook's plans.

You had expected to assassinate him, perhaps sneak into his room or safes to find hidden documents or files. Your job was much harder, and it figured they'd send you to him yourself. The boy was known to be a war genius, nineteen today, meaning he had begun his elaborate and admittedly brilliant plans to pummel your army at only nine years old. But he hadn't been a match for your brother, who took over after five years in battle, having many more years of training and practice than Jungkook, since he himself fought in battle and started learning battle strategies for twelve years. You weren't even sure your brother knew you were an agent since he was stolen away when he was simply a child to begin training for the army. He was a war hero, but neither he nor Jungkook seemed to be able to outdo the other. You yourself sensed Jungkook was somewhat holding back.

The war was incredibly important since it could easily determine the fate of World War 3. in 2019, the US and Russia signed a peace treaty to avoid using nuclear weapons on each other, where the US would hold back its weapons and military force, and Russia would help in holding back North Korea's nuclear bombs. Even decades later, the treaty was still intact, though now it was very close to being broken.

The war between Jungkook's army and your own was ongoing, started over a decade ago, and yet was still strong and continuing, only getting worse as time progressed. North Korea, Russia, and China were all feeding extra weapons for his cause, while the UK, US, and Germany were secretly feeding weapons for your own team. Both sides were secretly being given the technology and weapons needed to continue the war, keeping it strong and striving, hoping desperately to go against the others.

The end of the war would trigger World War 3- for all relations with other countries were incredibly tense at the moment, simply waiting to be broken. The winner of the war would pour in more countries for whoever won, each wanting to up their chances by going for the one with the upper hand, simply looking for themselves to gain profit. That was why it was so vital to win this war- it could help determine which side would win.

So in a way, the fate of the world could easily rest on your shoulders.

After gathering so much intel on him you knew him better than anyone else in the country, it made perfect sense for you to sneak your way in as his lover. You disguised yourself as a nurse, implanting chips in people's brains to locate you as close as possible to the general. You waited, gathering information from the other nurses as they used their idle gossip to go on about Jungkook himself, rumors no one else could've known back at the agency.

He had plenty of mistresses, but none lasted. None could give him what he truly desired. Each was desperate to sate him, for his devilish good looks and dominating personality seemed to make them melt into mush at his feet, desire overwhelming them as they were willing to do exactly as he said. They'd be cast out of doors, stripped naked, beaten badly and crying out. One would've thought he tortured them, perhaps raped them as well, though some of his colleagues whispered how that wasn't quite the case. Perhaps the general was into darker things than normal, and you had your own suspicions, sneaking down to where the wounded mistresses stayed, crying in their sleep as you quietly whispered and asked what he did to them, having their frightened eyes and flying lips spill some of the atrocities they weren't able to handle. You gathered the information you needed before yanking out the pillows beneath their heads, suffocating them until their muffled screams stopped and kicking legs ceased to move. Most simply didn't bother to look into it, suspecting they died from their injuries, and you were free to carry on your sleuthing.

You kept close to corners, straying from his eyes as he walked around the floors of the buildings, either walking to battle or to strategy rooms. People scampered out of his way, afraid to cross, each trembling with fear with each step he took. You couldn't deny that he was handsome, power and dominance radiating off of his body, but you seemed to understand immediately the type he was, and exactly what he wanted.

Some would say that each time someone mentioned the enemy, his eyes would light up with unknown delight and mystery, a malevolent smile curling into his lips. He'd have a wicked, yet charming snicker, ringing through out the room as he decided to go either medium or soft on them. Some said he refused to show the true power of his weapons, nuclear and atomic that were sent by his allies, for he enjoyed watching the dance of weapons all too much to let it end- even after ten years. He was a vicious killer, showing up to every battle, and he always seemed to kill the most. Everyone knew he purposely avoided your brother, but you started to think it wasn't so much cowardice as it was for entertainment regarding the future battles.

And it seemed to click exactly how you could get him to keep you. Yet how were you to have him yours in the first place?

The opportunity arose when you least suspected it. You had just framed another nurse for poisoning several wounded soldiers (after all, they are the enemy) when Jungkook came storming into the hospital wing. The shouting and anger seemed to cease, and the doctors holding up the bloodied nurse- her face already badly beaten, nose broken, and a swollen eye- immediately dropped the woman, frozen in shock as they stared at the general. Never before had he come to the hospital wing, but his nose was flaring, eyes wide and blazing with anger. Everyone seemed to tremble, frozen and wide eyed as they stared at the man. You remained stoic and still, casually leaning on the wall as you stared at the spectacle.

"Is this the woman?" Jungkook stared at the bloody heap at the feet of the doctors, his chest rising and falling with anger.

"Y-Yes sir," one of the doctors stammered. "S-She's been poisoning over forty of our men, general, s-she has been-"

"Pick her up this instant," Jungkook said lowly, his voice ominous and dark.

The doctors quickly picked her up by either arm, dragging her up, her eyes looking to the general in mercy and in fear. She was trembling, coughing up blood, her upper lip busted. "P-Please, s-s-sir, I didn't-" she horked up some more blood, letting it splatter at her feet. "I-I didn't d-d-do it!"

You wanted to scoff at her attempts, insisting she was innocent. You planted the evidence too perfectly, there was no way anyone would believe her. You hijacked the system and didn't leave a single fingerprint, even disguising yourself as her and planting evidence in her own bed sheets and on her own skin. It was all too obvious.

Jungkook stepped forward coolly, his expression unmoved. His large, veiny hands were on either side of her head, and in a blur, a sickening snap rang throughout the room, and the woman crumbled in the doctors' arms, her neck twisted at an odd angle. Her death was quick, efficient, and public. You had no idea Jungkook was so merciful.

He looked towards the doctors, his expression calm compared to their frightened and sickened ones. "Send her outside, cut up her corpse, and burn it in the furnace. I don't like leaving a mess for someone so insignificant."

They nodded urgently, picking up her body and rushing between the doors, everyone shriveling up and cowering at the atrocity that was just committed. Sure, it was justice, at least as far as they knew, but it was monstrous all the same.

Jungkook's about to step out before he pauses, craning his neck as he looks back at you. "And who are you?"

"But a simple nurse," you spoke calmly.

"Name?"

"Min Jun," you say, using the fake name that you've been under since you arrived.

"Why is it that you're the only one who isn't recoiling?" Jungkook quirked a brow, stepping closer to you. "You've witnessed your coworker's death."

"She got what she deserved," you pointed out blatantly. "Who am I to cower when justice is being served? The enemy isn't one to be pitied."

Jungkook smirked, his eyes lighting up as they glazed over your figure. "Very respectable. And you don't fear me?"

"Do I have a reason to?" you challenged, raising a single brow as you met his eye.

He seemed impressed, half momentarily stunned by your boldness, but a wide grin stretched across his face as his fingers curled in the air, slim fingers beckoning you forward with enticing grace. "Would you care to follow me, Miss Min Jun?"

You smirked, following him step as you walked side by side- like equals, his arm curling around your shoulders, the muscular arm that could kill you in an instant taking on a somewhat protective form, and yet you knew better.

Within a moment he yanked open a door, shoving you inside what appeared to be a closet. A light flickered on, and you looked to Jungkook's nimble fingers splayed out over the light switch, your eyes traveling from his hand and along his muscular arm to his face, sharp jawline and hooded eyes. Within a moment he slammed you against the door, fingers locked around your neck, his eyes staring at you with a certain type of whimsy and amusement. He cocks his head at you, as though he was admiring how your face steadily and slowly began to bloom red.

"Are you scared of me now?" he asks you, his face serious and calm, watching as your flaring nostrils seemed to beg for breath. "I could kill you if I continue... aren't you frightened?"

You knew that if you said you were, he'd snap your neck in an instant. What drew him to you was the opposite, and you knew you had to keep that quality close. It was easy to tell exactly what he liked, now that you gathered more intel than anyone back at the agency. He loved a good battle and fighting, seeing how it plays out even when he holds back power to where he knows he could instantly win. Chances are that it'd be the same for dominance, where he'd like to battle it out before completely overpowering somebody.

And you needed to be exactly that. A challenge.

Jungkook's grip loosened slightly, and you cracked a weak smile. "Why would I be scared when I enjoy it, baby?"

His eyes widened with shock, lighting up at your daring words, and his grip tightened once again, his hand traveling down your body beneath your nurse-dress, cupping your sex and running his fingers sensually through the fabric. "Seems like we've got ourselves a whore here, huh?" he snickers. "A dirty one too... what a freak. Just how I like 'em."

His hands move away from your core, and the hand clasped around your throat starts dragging you down to the point where you were sitting down, and Jungkook's hand was instead buried in your hair, a fistful of the strands as he roughly had you look up at him. He quirks a brow. "Still like it?" he questions, a smirk on his face.

You break out into a smile, "I won't waste my time with someone who's soft. But I'm not sure if you've really earned it. I'd much prefer seeing you on your knees, begging for a rough fuck."

He grinned. "Oh really? I have to earn it?"

You gave him a snide look. "I'm not just going to beg and whine for your dick just like that. I'm not so easy like your other whores. You'd probably just crumble the moment I force your mouth to attach to my cunt, huh? Bet you wouldn't even know what to do."

This was all just a persona for you. A part of a character, a stolen identity. If this was how you were supposed to be enticing enough for Jeon Jungkook, you'd be as snarky and as tempting as you could be. It seemed to please the man because soon enough he was diving down to your level, his hands on your shoulders quickly sliding down to your wrists, keeping them pinned on either side of the door, while his tongue dived into your hot cavern to fight with your own.

The battle for dominance was a hard one, and though you planned to let him win, you fought eagerly, trying to make it seem as though you desperately wanted him to be the submissive. Even if you won he wouldn't be compliant, but who knew what it'd do for his ego to have won the small, mini-battle for the overall one. Your tongues danced together, each as aggressive as the next, and though your lungs seemed to burn for air you refused, not wanting to tire out until you were certain he'd be satisfied.

At last, your movements seemed to give up, and you turned your head to the side to start gasping for breath, filling your lungs with oxygen as you screwed your eyes shut. Jungkook smirked, "Giving up so easily, doll?"

"Fuck you," you spat, gritting your teeth.

He laughed in response, snickering as he got up onto his feet, tangling his fist in your hair and jolting you forward from your sitting position to one on your knees. "Seems like I earned it," he grinned. "Now, open up doll, I think it's time for my reward after your surrender."

The tingling sensation from how harshly he yanked on your hair caused your scalp to sting, and you gritted your teeth, unable to deny to yourself the fact that you enjoyed it far more than any of his regular dames. You would spend the nights testing out what the mistresses whispered in gradual levels, as though you were training yourself. You'd choke yourself with your own hands until your vision became dotted, you used a razor to cut light lines along your inner ankles to get used to the blood and see how deep you could go until it scarred, never daring to do too much. And you tried, again and again, to condition yourself to where whatever he attempted wouldn't be something you couldn't handle. And through your conditioning, you found out what made it so sexually pleasing, and how someone could admire the blood that dripped down the skin and the joy of seeing the brink of death brought in such erotic fantasies.

As for the regular sexual activities, you weren't inexperienced. Often times during your training you'd have to treat your superiors to help you move up a few ranks, or perhaps sleep with a few fellow trainees to catch them when they were most vulnerable, and only then were you able to make the jump on them to move up another slot. You were ruthless, doing whatever you could to guarantee you were the best, and that you were on top. No one was going to take that away from you, and at the academy, there was a good reason they told you to have your back watched. Killing wasn't against the rules because it was simply seen as experience. If you truly were worthy of being in their league, you wouldn't be killed by a lower ranking agent, now would you?

So if Jeon Jungkook wanted a blowjob, you'd bring up everything you could to please him. But the mission wasn't to kill him- he'd have a backup in case of his death, you were sure- the mission was to get the information of his strategies.

Jungkook undid his belt, hastily yanking down his pants with one hand, his other hand snaking from your hair to your cheek, giving it a few sharp slaps. "Open up, doll," he snickers, watching as you stared up at him, opening your mouth obediently. He grabs at your jaw, his middle finger and thumb both digging into either cheek, forcing you to look up at him. Your tongue seems to slip out partially, a small bit of drool pooling down your chin, and Jungkook's eyes look at you with glee. "I think I'm going to enjoy using this dirty mouth of yours, and finally use it for something useful."

His hand moves up and down his length, already rigid and firm in his hand, and he slowly pumps it. He readies himself for you, licking his lip as he stared down at you, your jaw in an awkward position, anticipating what he would do next. You'd let him do anything he wanted to you, you needed to. This was your chance. Only mistresses were allowed in his bedroom, and you'll be damned if he wasn't hiding something there. Your agency was positive about it.

He directs himself at your lips, letting the tip circle around your lips before he pushes in, and you widen for him, surprised that he immediately hits the back of your throat. Your hands fly up to his thighs, muscular under your palms, and you begin to gag around the tip of his cock, choking on it. It felt as though the air had been knocked right out of you, and you most certainly weren't prepared. He grinned at your response, hissing in delight at how your nails dug into his skin, already piercing it. You were sure you'd get blood under your fingernails.

You tried your best to stop your throat from quivering and spasming around the tip of his cock, and Jungkook seemed to marvel at your discomfort and pain, grinning like the sadist he was. You tried to calm yourself, thankful when he started to move back, where he was back towards the entrance of your mouth, and he started pumping himself into your mouth, where you tried to relax your throat to prevent the same gagging and furious coughing from earlier.

He pulls out, and you cough furiously, pounding your hand against your chest as you started to regain your breath. Jungkook smirks to you, "Think you can handle it, doll? I'll send you right back out. Pity though, I was starting to have hope for you."

You glared at him. "Bring it on, fucker. I'm not going to stop anything, do your worst."

He grinned deviously, gripping his cock as he redirected it towards you, quirking a brow. "You asked for it, you ready now?"

You sucked in a breath through your nose, opening your mouth obediently, looking him dead in the eye as a silent yes. He plunged himself back into your mouth, and you screwed your eyes shut to prevent gagging once again. You were better this time, though he wasn't purposely jabbing the back of your throat this time. He pumped himself into your mouth, beginning his pace as it started to speed up with every thrust. You winced when he touched the back of your throat, but succeeded this time in not gagging, able to relax your throat and jaw as Jungkook moved within you.

Hollowing your cheeks, you did your best to suck on him, despite his fast pace as he brutally snapped his hips. This was a test, you knew it. He was testing you to see if you were really the sort of pet that could handle him. This was vanilla for him, probably. But exactly how much would you be able to endure? You hoped all of it, or at least succeed in your mission before it got to a certain point where even you'd be unable to handle it. Still, you mentally and physically tried to prepare yourself for this beast, and you were rather stubborn, persistent, and ambitious. You tried to hold confidence that you'd get through this.

Jungkook didn't mind being loud. He had labored grunts as he thrust into your mouth, enjoying how your nails dug into his thighs, holding on as though for dear life. The mix of grunts, hisses, and moans filled the small closet, and his fingers tangled in your hair as he repeatedly thrust into your mouth. Each time his cock slipped out, you'd take in greedy gulps of air, only for him to slap the side of it against your cheek once or twice, and continue his pace.

You felt as though your lungs were on fire, and you hadn't been able to take in any air for a while. You knew that you could easily go without taking a breath for thirty seconds, and your maximum time including struggling was a full sixty seconds. Tears seemed to prick at the corners of your eyes, some slipping down your cheeks as you tried not to think about the pain in your chest, trying to endure it for him. He seemed to notice and slipped out, and for a moment you thought he was going to take pity on you.

He bent down where he was eye level with you, a cocky smirk on his face as he tilted your chin up with one hand, licking a stripe up your cheek, tasting the saltiness of your tears. He then stood, furiously jacking off, aiming directly at your face. You opened your mouth, on your knees as you inhaled as much air as you could, expecting him to enter your cavern once again.

Instead, he kept on jacking off, staring down at you. "Would you like my cum all over your face?" he questions, cocking a brow. "If you do... I'll make you walk out in public. Are you willing to do it?"

"Yes," you answered immediately.

"Are you sure?" his pace quickens, his veiny hands firm as he keeps pumping himself, pearls of precum forming at the tip. "Once you do it, I'm walking you to my room... you know you'll stay there as mine."

"Yes, that's fine, do it already," you urged, eyes lighting up with the prospect of him finally accepting you as a pet, able to have access to his room. This was your chance! You'd have completed the test and finally be accepted to the area you needed most, and even though it'd involve degradation and humiliation, you were more than willing to endure it.

Jungkook's pace quickened, and he leaned over the door, pressing his arm against it as he groaned out, and you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the hot liquid cover your face, small splotches forming. You kept your lips pressed together, careful to not lick up a single drop,  even though some of it was dripping down your lips and chin. When it was over, you looked over to Jungkook, who was grinning with satisfaction.

"Don't you look stunning," he chuckled. "I'm a fair man, and I'm sure you know what you're getting into, being a nurse and having to treat... injuries. If you wipe off the cum now, or at any point as you're walking with me to the room, it's off. You and I won't have any more fun together, doll, though that'd be a pity. But if you succeed, meaning everyone gets to know just what a mess I can make you as another one of my whores-" He paused, smirking to you as he caught some of the sticky substance that was dripping down your chin, and proceeding to wipe it on your cheek. "Then you're not going to have to work as a nurse anymore. Do you want this?"

"Absolutely," you said with no hesitation, eyes glimmering with being close to the next step. His fingers travel to his thighs, the small scratches you made, blood prickling up the skin, and small droplets that turned fatter and fatter each second, dripping down. He scooped some of it up, taking it in two fingers before putting them in his mouth, staring you in the eye.

He quirked a brow towards you, smiling. "We'll see how eager you are." He quickly shoves his softening cock back into his pants, zipping them up and combing his fingers through his hair, and then proceeding to open the door.

He immediately walked out, and you had no choice but to trail behind him. Your cheeks burned immediately at the gawking stares and wide eyes that turned towards you, burning into your head, and you started to feel a bit more sheepish than you thought you would be. You thought this would be a breeze, but evidently, it isn't as easy as you thought. It was humiliating.

You became more aware of your appearance. Your hair was probably a mess from how harshly Jungkook yanked on it, lipstick smudged all over your lower face, and of course, the drying cum that covered your face. Your cheeks were crimson, and you knew any attempt to hide your face would have no use. You hated the judging and the mortification, and you wanted nothing more than to slit their throats one by one, for them to stop looking at you that way. But you knew you couldn't, and this was Jungkook's test. You had shown you were willing to fight him in battles, yet go through his plans, and he was seeing whether or not you were lying.

You did your best to stand proud and tall behind him, your eyes trained on the back of his head to ignore the stares that pierced your skull like daggers. Coworkers were whispering to each other, and some had their eyes scanning your features, as though memorizing exactly what you'd look like so that they'd gossip more about the general's newest whore: one of their own nurses.

You tried to memorize the route he took, going up elevators and taking sharp turns, and eventually, you found yourself in the bedroom of the general. He bent down, letting small red lights scan his iris, and proceeded to press his entire hand against a small screen. Immediately, a small compartment jumped out from the door, holding what looked like a white piece of plastic. Jungkook picked it up, pressing his tongue flat against it and putting it back, where the compartment closed once again. Within a moment, a small knob protruded from the metal door, and Jungkook twisted it open, welcoming you inside.

The room was well lit, looking rather ordinary. Well, ordinary to the sex dungeon you were expecting, though there was one small wall of sex toys of flogs, whips, chains, and lingerie alike. You resisted any urge to shudder at the sight, remaining cool and collected as you peered around the rest of the room. The bed was big, a velvety red, and from the looks of it, the sheets were made of silk. Small ornaments were made of ivory or gold, and above the bed hung an elaborate painting of what you assumed to be the Greek god, Ares. The walls were black, and the soft lighting showed how small details of the room tied closer to your general.

On the headboard of the bed, carved into the dark wood were small knives. The legs of the desk looked as though they were dripping with blood, and the same went for the sides of the dressers. There was something oddly beautiful as well as morbid about his room, and it seemed to master both elegance and detail. You marveled at it all, admiring how it all seemed to tie together, already forming what seemed to be the perfect depiction for what you knew of Jungkook, a sadistic, violence crazed bastard. At least he was hot, so perhaps that's why the world seemed to excuse it so far.

You wondered whether or not he'd be more merciful or more ruthless since you passed his test and were able to make it to his bedroom, and you decided it'd be best not to ponder over the fact. You were here willingly, and there was a reason you worked to get to this position. You needed it, and you'd suck Jungkook's cock a thousand times to get what you wanted.

Jungkook gestured towards one of the dressers. "You can get a fresh set of clothes in that dresser- it should have some your size. And to the third door on your left is the bathroom, where you can tidy and wash up, perhaps take a shower. After you should get your rest, perhaps watch a show or the news, but I'd recommend some sleep. You'll need your energy for tomorrow."

You rolled your eyes once you turned your back to him, assuming he just meant sex. You went to the dresser, grabbing some clothes you assumed would fit you, which was surprisingly decent and not at all revealing- the opposite of what you suspected. You then went to the bathroom, turning on the shower and retrieving a cold rag to wipe the now dried cum from your face.

What you didn't expect is to be awoken in the dead of night, your shoulder being shaken and clothes being thrown upon your head. You shot up, yanking the fabric off of your face, staring up at the grinning Jungkook. "Wake up, doll," he snickered. "I hope you had a good night's sleep because we're heading to the battlefield."

"What?" you grumbled, staring down at the fabric. "Battlefield? I thought your perverted ass meant sex or something! I'd much rather pounce your ass, please tell me you're joking."

"Funny," he smirked. "But you and I both know I'd put you back in your place, but I do enjoy a good struggle. Sadly enough, this isn't a joke. You're the most impressive I've had, and if I plan on keeping you around you ought to be good on the battlefield as well- I mean, sticking around with me for too long is bound to bring along a good few fights for yourself. If you get killed, I'll replace you, though I'll be disappointed. Truthfully, I'm curious to see how long you'll last- if you can. Tell me, have you had training or fighting experience before this?"

"I had to take training when I tried to join the battlefield but decided to become a nurse instead," you bluffed, narrowing your eyes. "But if you want to know if I know how to survive on a battlefield, I do. It was required before coming here, in the case of an attack."

"It is?" Jungkook quirked a brow, surprised. "You'd think I'd know the requirements to work here, seeing as I'm the general and all, but I suppose it makes sense. Whatever those imbeciles are doing where they're preparing everyone... It's a good idea. Surprised those idiots can come up with that though."

He steps aside, walking over to the wall of sex toys. Twisting a flogger a quarter counterclockwise, the wall popped out, spinning around to reveal a wall of weapons. Knives to nunchucks, various guns, and weapons galore. Jungkook glanced back to you, quirking a brow. "Pick whatever you'd like... but keep in mind, I'm always watching, so any funny business- don't take it personally, doll- will have immediate consequences."

You blinked at him, understanding. You'd be fighting your own, and you wouldn't be able to turn on the side you were pretending to be on. You'd be caught immediately. And any attempt to kill Jungkook would most likely be futile- and what was more important was the plans for the war, and how to use his strategies against him.

But it wasn't of any inconvenience to you, really. Who cares about lives being lost? If they got in your way, then it was simply necessary. More lives would be lost if you didn't succeed, so what's a few dozen?

You wore a stony face in comparison to Jungkook's cocky smirk, going to the wall of weapons and immediately grabbing two guns, and a laser wristwatch. That was all you'd really need. You looked over to the side, picking up a bulletproof vest and helmet. You picked up your things, plus the clothes still on the bed, and quietly walked to the bathroom, aware that in a sense, in but a few hours, you could be considered a traitor.

Bullets were whizzing through the air, soldiers running left and right, wildly trying to shoot the opponent. You yourself were shooting as many as you could, and you could practically feel Jungkook's eyes burning into your skull, knowing that somewhere, somehow, he was keeping an eye on you.

You were hiding behind rubble at the moment, looking back to the scene and shooting. This was your second gun, and it was almost out of bullets. You cursed to yourself,  covering your head as an explosion went off in the distance. You always hated grenades, they're too troublesome. A cyborg flew over the rubble you were hiding behind, landing a few feet in front of you. Its head had only a chunk left, and it was badly burnt.

Sure, cyborgs fought alongside men, but they were even easier to get rid of, in your opinion. Burn the circuits, or one blow or cut to the right wire and it's a useless heap of metal. Cyborgs were made back in 2039, though a law was made where they couldn't be made with artificial intelligence. Therefore, they were simply slaves to mankind, only made for meaningless tasks, and to fill in for rich men and women who paid for the cyborg to take their place in the draft.

If an injured soldier or disabled paid enough, they could get a surgery that would give them robotic parts, often times from a broken or failed cyborg. Though it made their day to day lives better physically, and they were more enhanced and evolved than the normal human, they were often discriminated against, seen as inhumane and undeserving of equal rights. Some thought they should be made to serve as well, while others thought they were as deserving of equal rights as anyone else. Personally, you didn't give two shits. It didn't affect you.

You ran to the heap of metal, using your few seconds to wildly yank at the head, twisting it in an odd angle before prying it off. You returned to the pile of rubble, peeking around it and shooting your last few bullets. You saw a figure approaching, and you crouched down, grasping the metal in your hands and waiting exactly five seconds before jumping up, throwing the hunk of metal with such accuracy it hit the culprit in the face, knocking him back from the machine he was on top of.

The soldier's gun flew out of his hand, and the helmet flew behind him, the strap now wrapped around his neck, choking him slightly. You grabbed at his foot, yanking him back behind the rubble, pointing the laser wristwatch at him, your eyes narrowed and menacing as you stared at him with the eyes of a cold blooded killer.

His mask had been knocked to the side, and now he was looking at you with not fear- as you usually saw right before you'd kill someone- but rather with annoyance. He whipped out a gun, the barrel staring you in the face as you aimed the laser at him, the small red dot aiming directly at his bruised forehead.

His eyes widened, "Dabria?"

Your real name. You hadn't heard it in years, it sounded so foreign now. Your job as a spy was to adapt, and the first step to that is to forget everything you used to know to accommodate to the new environment. That meant forgetting your old name and responding just as well to the new one of the month, whipping around the moment you hear it as though you've been called that word your entire life. And now you were staring at your brother's face, sharing the same DNA, and hearing your real name.

Your eyes wandered to the small badge he wore on his shirt, what was worn nowadays to signify who was the general. Funny this is how you two were reunited.

The general was flabberghasted, staring up at you in complete shock. "Dabria, what are you doing here? It's me, Kai." He puts down his gun, no longer pointing to you, though you keep the beam trained on him, your face blank and devoid of emotion. "Where have you been? What are you doing here? Say something, it's me-"

"Kai," you say simply. "I know. I'm not an idiot. But I'm sorry to do this to you general, but I'm afraid you're a bit of an inconvenience..." You murmur the last part, moving your hand closer to the watch, prepared to shoot him between the eyes.

This was a setback. Your own brother knew you were on the enemy team, and you couldn't risk him blowing your cover, not when you were so close to Jungkook. You were already so, so close to finding the information or files, and you couldn't let your blasted long lost brother screw that up for you.

"Goodbye," you grin, your hand directly on the button.

"Min Jun," a voice came called behind you. You turned your head, your thumb still on the button and the laser still pointed directly at Kai. Jungkook approached you, ducking behind the rubble and scooping up the gun from Kai's clutch, a grin spread across his face.

"Want me to shoot, General?" you asked him, clenching your jaw as you waited for his command. You knew he was close. Figures.

"No, let him go," Jungkook smiled, lowering your hand. "I'd advise you head back to headquarters, sir. You might just lose your head..."

Kai was stunned but immediately scrambled up, running into the chaos as he disappeared. You glared at Jungkook, crouching down as you hissed to him, "What were you doing? We could've easily made this war ten times easier and end quicker!" Of course, you already knew the answer, but you couldn't spill the fact that Kai was your brother, and that would perhaps unravel all other lies you've told.

"Doll, if I wanted the war to be over, it would've ended more than half a decade ago," Jungkook snickered, shaking his head. "Nothing's more fun or thrilling than war. I've got this in the palm of my hand- I always have. So why not enjoy it?"

He was the type who clearly liked to play with his food. You narrowed your eyes, shrugging. "You're the general," you hissed, peeking around the rubble. "It seems like the enemy's retreating..."

It was true, soldiers were running back, looking at whatever device was giving the notification to retreat, shooting behind them as they desperately ran back. Your side was still shooting at them, knocking a few down as they crashed to the ground. Your side began celebrating as soon as they were out of sight, and Jungkook grinned in amusement.

"Guess General Kai was pretty shaken by what just happened, I'm surprised he let his guard down, he's never been caught like that before," Jungkook murmured, chuckling. His eyes flicker to yours. "How do you know him? He seemed to recognize you, pretty confused once I got here."

"Just a bastard who eventually killed my parents," you bluffed, irritated by the fact that you had to deal with a problem involving your nuisance brother. "That's why I went to the enemy, I'd rather be here."

"Hm," Jungkook hummed, cocking his head to you. "Fair enough. I'll say, you fight better than I expected. I was half suspecting you to get shot in the head, but I'm pleasantly surprised. Perhaps I'll reward you once we're back at headquarters."

You partially found yourself looking forward to the prospect, thinking that perhaps you needed to blow off some steam.

Jungkook was fully pressed against you, his chest flushed against your back, hands buried in your underwear as his fingers moved skillfully against your clit, rubbing it in small, frantic circles. You were whining desperately, biting down on your lip as he kept your squirming figure in place.

You two had stowed away in his office, where often snooty officials came to ask how the war was coming along, and whether or not he'd be able to overthrow your brother. And here you were, between his legs as he leaned back against a dusty desk, your head thrown back against Jungkook's shoulder. His lips were busy kissing along the column of your exposed neck, the sleeve of the shirt you changed into dipping down to expose your bare shoulder.

"Jungkook..." you shuddered, your lower lip buried between your teeth. Fuck, he was good. But this room was so dusty, it was clear it hadn't been used in weeks. You could successfully rule this place out as a place that held any documents and such for strategies, seeing as to the strategy they used for the recent battle- where you still had some blood on your cheeks and hands from, since you were unable to wash up after quickly changing in order for Jungkook to drag you over to some office, undoubtedly for scandalous purposes. No, you were still set on thinking it was hidden in the bedroom. The sex wall turned out to be hiding various weapons and such, so just imagine the possibilities for where he could've hidden the information you needed.

There was some pounding against the door, making you jolt in Jungkook's arms. He growled against your neck, sucking tentatively as his other hand crept up to your neck, choking you to keep you silent, his hand starting to move down, circling along your entrance slowly, gathering some of your wetness on the pads of his fingertips. More knocks against the door sounded now. "General Jeon!" a raspy voice sounded out. Sounded like an older man, over middle age is what you assumed. "General Jeon, I wish to speak with you."

Jungkook's grip tightened, and you felt your face start to get red as he plunged his fingers inside of you, diving in by the knuckles, giving you no mercy. It was an easy slide in, your arousal giving him an easier access inside. You wanted to mewl out as he began pumping his fingers into you, the palm of his hand slapping against your heat, but his tight grip prevented you from making a single sound. He ignored the man.

"Jeon, I know you're in there, a nurse said she witnessed someone come in," the man gruffly said. "Sir, why don't you stop acting like a brat and answer your elder?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, continuing to ram his fingers into you, small lewd sounds that couldn't be heard from the door, and yet were clear in your own ears. Your face was red, and you felt as though you couldn't breathe. The pounding against the door didn't stop, and the old man grew irritated.

"Open up already, insolent brat!" the old man grumbled. "We're in the middle of a war, I've got business to discuss!" He slammed his fist against the door again.

"Old bitch doesn't know when to get lost," Jungkook hisses, gritting his teeth. "I'd kill him if I got a chance, but the bastard's the one who lets me get away with things."

He lets go of your neck, letting your lungs fill with air once again as you're thrown in a coughing fit. You double over, Jungkook's fingers still moving inside you, and you sputter and gasp for breath. Jungkook doesn't bother letting you catch your breath properly once again, and he reaches over, grabbing your jaw and gruffly snapping you back up to a standing position, where he ran his lips over your bare skin once again.

"Tell him I'm occupied," he murmured in your ear, teeth gently brushing over your neck. Your breath hitched as he let go of your jaw, and you felt his fingers curl inside of you, his palm digging into your clit in a delicious manner.

"JEON!" the old man roared, slamming his fist twice against the door. "I know you're in there!"

"H-He's busy!" you gasped out, your breath still uneven as you tried desperately to catch it.

"Are you bringing whores in your office now?!" the man exclaimed, his voice more so filled with shock than anger.

"Not just any whore," Jungkook chuckled softly in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your skin, his lips pressing against the shell of your ear. "Isn't that right, doll?"

"C-Can you leave a message?" you say, struggling to keep focus of mind as Jungkook continues his skillful tactics, his fingers slipping out of you to run along your folds, rubbing you gently as they grazed tauntingly across your clit. His every touch was like liquid fire along your core.

"You've got to be shitting me right now..." the man mumbled. Jungkook was chuckling now, muffling his laugh as he gently started to bite down on your shoulder, his fingers now pressing down on your clit, the frantic circles making you want to roll your eyes back.

"Tell General Jeon we need to discuss the new strategies for our battle at Bruquesia, because the enemy is nearing one of our weaker sections, and we also need to go over the trade deal with China."

Jungkook sharply bit down on your shoulder, and you squealed, yelping as you bucked into his hand, and he started to rub you in a furious pace. You knew you were bleeding now, his teeth breaking the skin, and his lips departed from the wound to continue leaving hickeys and marks along your neck.

"Yes sir!" you exclaimed, your voice whiny and pleading, wildly bucking into Jungkook's hand to reach your high. You glanced over your shoulder as Jungkook nibbled on your ear, seeing some of the red already dripping down to your sleeve. Jungkook's lips returned to the wound, his tongue lapping over the blood as he tried to lick up every last drop. You were a quivering mess in his arms, his fingers twirling into your clit as you felt your orgasm approach. "Right away, s-sir."

And there it was, with Jungkook licking up your blood in some crazed frenzy, as though he could get drunk off of it, and his fingers making your legs shake, your orgasm washed over you. You bit down on your lip so hard, you pierced your skin, resulting in drawing blood. Jungkook let go of you as you yelped from the fresh wound you yourself created and spinning you around, he pinned you against the desk, his eyes glued directly on the droplets of blood forming on your lip.

He attached his lips to yours, angrily sucking as you felt small pricks of pain. His eyes- blown out with lust- were now screwed shut, and his tongue ran over your lower lip. He wasn't asking for entrance, he simply hungered for the delectable liquid to spread on his taste buds.

"JEON!" the man pounded against the door. "For fuck's sake just tell me whether or not you understand."

Jungkook pulled back, rolling his eyes, clearly aggravated because the old man wouldn't leave the two of you alone. He pushed himself off of you, his eyes burning and his jaw clenched, and he made his way to the door, unlocking and yanking it open.

"Message received," Jungkook growled. "Though it could've waited. We'll discuss it tonight if it's so necessary."

The man- who you assumed correctly on- huffed, puffing out his chest. He was an officer or leader of some sort, and clearly, he wasn't too fond of Jungkook's recklessness at the moment. He narrowed his eyes- small and beady like a crow's- and crossed his arms. "Good. Now, I'd advise for you to put your superiors first before this foolery, Jeon. You might be secure in your position, but you must still respect the people who put you up there." He nodded to the boy, stomping off in another direction.

You fixed your clothing, trying to look presentable and tidier than before, tasting the blood on your tongue and quite aware of how the blood seeped through your shirt as you yanked your sleeve over it.

"I'll have his family killed," Jungkook muttered in a bored manner, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "How disrespectful he is. But I suppose his family being involved in crossfire wouldn't be so disappointing. Pity, his little boy would've made a good soldier."

"Hm?" you hummed, confused by his murmuring.

"I'll be right back, the order was just sent, so stay here," Jungkook mumbled once more, departing as he swiftly exited the room. You watched as he left, then turning to scan the room. Nothing particularly interesting here, and there was no way someone like Jungkook would keep anything of real value in a boring office. If there was one thing you gathered from your intel on him was that he wasn't the sit-down type of guy.

You walked along the shelves, analyzing the names on the spines, pointless books that looked like quite a bore. You'd go to his bedroom yourself, but there was no way for you to gain access to the entrance that required Jungkook's DNA- one thing you couldn't provide just yet. You weren't worried about bugs or cameras in the room since this was often a place to discuss business.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and immediately you grabbed it, yanking the body forward and kicking under their legs, shoving them down on the floor. You stared down at none other than your co-agent, Jennie.

"Well well well, looks like someone's been busy," Jennie snickered, staring up at you. "Funny that you didn't mention the fact that you were the sister of General Kai- guess that explains a few things, huh?"

Jennie. She was always the person just one step behind you, who didn't cheat at her goals or in training and considered you the dreaded jewel of the agency, hating your guts for finding ways to top her. She wanted this mission, it was well known, but you sniped it beneath her nose, thankfully. Truthfully, you found enjoyment in watching the small part of her shrivel behind her eyes as she watched you take her place and top her again and again- it truly made you feel the power you stole from others.

And now word seemed to have gotten around about your brother. Pity. Of course your stupid brother would screw things up for you, you should've killed him on the spot.

"If you're planning to sabotage me with this information, and to steal my place, I regret to inform you that you're too late," you reply snidely, your voice like steel. "I've succeeded so far to getting close to Jeon."

"I'm not here to sabotage your mission," Jennie says bitterly, her eyes narrowed. "I've been sent here on a mission by your brother himself."

"Oh, you blew my brother?" you laugh. "I swear I'll shoot you in the stomach if you end up being my sister in law."

"I'm not blowing anybody, I'm not like you," she hissed. "I actually get my position honestly, not through humping my way to the top."

"That's probably why you're not blowing anybody," you grinned. "Not because you've got pride, it's because you're a cold bitch no one wants to fuck, isn't it?"

Jennie fumed, her cheeks reddening. "I ought to smash your head into the desk."

"If I recall correctly, you're the one on the floor right now," you laugh. "You might not have cheated for your position, but there's still a reason I'm the top agent. Anyways, what'd my idiot brother want?"

"After finding out you were here, he tried to find out what happened to you, and found out you're part of our agency," Jennie said. "So he sent me to see how you are and if you have any progress on your mission."

"I'm fine, so you can leave," you say, waving your hand dismissively.

"And do you have the information on General Jeon? Or more importantly, his strategies?" Jennie quirked a brow, her eyes icy.

"I haven't gotten to it yet, but I'm close," you reply.

"Really?" she smiles, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm working on it," you narrow your eyes. "So wipe that shit eating grin off your face, I'll get the information. One way or another, that is."

"Alright, though I'll still be keeping an eye on you," she warns, getting up as she turns back towards the door, her eyes menacing. "Just in case they need someone to complete the mission after you fail..."

You wouldn't regret killing her, that was for sure.

Buzzing. You heard a quiet buzzing sound beside you. Jungkook's arm was curled around you, his hold strong and firm, the palm of his hand pressed flat against your stomach even in his sleep. You stared down, noticing a light glowing from his hand, illuminating partially against your shirt.

You were positively bewildered, unsure what to make of it. Staring down at how the light was projected against the fabric of your shirt, you felt the tiny vibrations coming directly from the hand. You nudged Jungkook with your elbow, the boy waking up almost instantly to look at you.

"Your hand," you spoke, your voice a mere grumble because of how early in the morning it was.

Jungkook released you from his tight grip, staring at the palm of his left hand, turning it away from you. It seemed to glow in an unnatural way, and you were surprised when he poked it. He pressed it against his ear, his voice groggy. "This better be a fucking emergency, or I'll throw you to the ditch myself."

He was talking to his hand? It seemed as though he was using it as a phone, but that would mean that he was cybernetically enhanced. And if he was... oh dear God, you were sleeping with a cyborg. But how did you not notice before this?

Murmuring emitted from the young man's hand, and he nodded along. "Oh really? Where's she now? Fine, I'll be there in a few minutes, let me just-" He paused, as though listening to something shocking. "What does she have to do with this?"

You stayed silent, still as can be, not daring to move a muscle as you observed his expressions. He nodded. "We'll be down there in a minute." He pokes at his hand, and the glow disappears.

A few seconds of silence pass between the two of you and Jungkook looks to you with expectation.

"So," you cough. "You're... a cyborg?"

"Partially," Jungkook admits. "When I was twelve I lost a hand and a few other major injuries. They did everything they could to save me so that I could perform properly in battles- though I'm sure I wouldn't even be stumped one way or another, they were overreacting. But needless to say, they gave me a new hand, though installed with a cell phone where I could store a database and such- though I typically just use it for emergencies or phone calls. I haven't had to use it recently- unless you count just now. I also got a few new ribs and a new liver. No one really needs to know really- you know those who believe the 'freaks of technology' are meant to serve."

He laughs at that part. "Meanwhile they're serving me or being crushed beneath my feet. So the irony of that is quite satisfying, in my opinion."

"I'm surprised you're telling me all of this," you remark, wary.

"Well, your trustworthiness is about to be tested," Jungkook says, side-glancing to you.

You show no reaction, your face stony. "Does this have anything to do with that phone call?"

"Yes," Jungkook admits. "They said they caught a girl sneaking into one of the offices, trying to hack into the software. Apparently she's a spy of the enemy, and apparently, she's linked to you."

You hum. Fucking Jennie, of course she'd throw you under the bus because of her sloppy handiwork. She couldn't handle herself, so she decided to be petty and attempt to drag you with her. She couldn't be patient by waiting for you to complete your mission, so she decided to try and snipe it under your nose, completing it herself. And she got caught in the act, figures.

"She was impersonating a nurse," Jungkook mentions, "and insisted that 'the general's mistress' was her accomplice."

"Do you believe it?" you ask him.

"I can never be too careful," he eyes you warily. "Your folk are at times unpredictable. But I won't care what happens- though it'd be a shame if you died in the midst of us getting to know each other." He smiles at that last part.

You shrug, acting as though you had nothing to worry about. "Well, I know I've done nothing wrong, and I'm certainly no one's accomplice. So what's going to happen to the liar?"

"You'll find out," Jungkook promises. "After all, you're coming with me."

Before long you found yourself walking (in your pajamas) down to what you assumed were the 'torture chambers', where instead of the dark, bleak, and dank dungeon that you were expecting, it resembled something similar to a hospital. The walls, floors, and ceilings were white, and in each room was a window to peer at the victims, either weeping in their sleep or being tortured as you walked past. It was creepy and ominous, and Jungkook was lead by a man to a particular room.

Jennie was strapped to a chair, kicking wildly and shaking the chair, almost causing it to topple over. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and it was evident she had already been badly beaten. You hadn't seen her in weeks since the confrontation in the office. The idiot couldn't even last that long. "You said you'd let me go if I told the truth!" she shrieked. "Let me go!"

Jungkook and the man slowly approached her, and her eyes were glued with yours. "Dabria! You fucking bitch- she's the accomplice! She's also a spy in the agency, and she's trying to-"

"I think you've got me confused with someone else," you reply snidely. "For one, my name's Min Jun, not Dabria. Secondly, I'm no spy, and third, I've never seen you before in my life."

"You're such a liar," Jennie laughed bitterly, blood spewing out to dribble down her chin. "You're the one who's supposed to be in this chair, not me." She cries some more, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Let me go, please, let me go! I want to go to my family, I want to see them one more time. I don't want to die, please please please, I'll do anything! I want to live, I want to live so badly, there are so many things I haven't done yet-"

Jungkook interrupted her with a sharp slap to the face, ceasing the whining and begs immediately. Jennie's head swung to the side, the sound of his palm smacking against her cheek sounding throughout the room, and she was silent, her hair covering her face as she bitterly wept, knowing it was pointless. She was going to die, and there was nothing she could do to stop it, and no one here would help her.

You cock your head, thinking back to what she said earlier. "I'm supposed to be in that chair, huh? But I've done nothing wrong, have I?"

"What would your brother think?" Jennie says weakly, sounding as though her throat was swelling as she looked up at you, tears spilling from her eyes as she gave you a pitiful expression. Her eyes were so red and swollen already, and she seemed so desperate. Weak. Pathetic. The thought delighted you seeing her crumble. "God, Dabria, please. I know we've never gotten along but have mercy! We're on the same team. Your brother's team!"

"I have no brother. You have me confused for another rat."

Jungkook smirks, chuckling. "Well, isn't this a delightful little show?"

You turn to him, the annoyance evident on your face. "May I leave? I'm certainly no spy."

"I told you before, doll, I can never be too careful," Jungkook laughs. He snaps his fingers to the man, calling him forward. "Do you have a weapon on you?"

The man, steps forward, handing over a small pocket knife. He places it in Jungkook's hand, who in turn hands it to you, his eyes glittering with curiosity. "Prove your loyalty," Jungkook commands.

You flip the knife over in your hand, examining the blade and handle. The wooden handle had little stars carved into it. You glance up at Jungkook. "What do you mean?"

Jennie was wildly shaking her head, more tears prickling her eyes. "Please, no, no, not like this, please-"

"Kill her," Jungkook said simply. "If she's telling the truth, why would you kill someone in the same organiz-"

Without further delay, you throw the knife, landing it perfectly between Jennie's brows. Her expression of shock is frozen as the knife is buried hilt deep, perhaps even getting into the skull with the force you used to throw it. Blood drips from the wound, and her head tips forward.

You turn back to Jungkook. "Still need me to prove my loyalty?" In reality, you were glad to jump at the opportunity to get rid of that nuisance.

Jungkook wears a look of surprise, and his smile grows and etches on his features. "No," he chuckles. "I think we're done here."

Jungkook's hands were slamming down on your bare ass, and you let out hisses of delight, clenching your jaw as you sucked in air through your gritted teeth. The sound of his palms slapping against the skin of your ass filled the room, and you let out small yelps of delight. You were currently laying on your stomach, Jungkook straddling your thighs, and you felt your skin sting.

You turn your head to the side, your hands pressed flat beside your head as you craned to look at Jungkook, only seeing his eyes light up in a sadistic manner, his grin wide. "Jungkook," you whined, your voice husky.

"Your skin looks so pretty when it's red," Jungkook muses, ignoring your small whine. "I've got a present for you doll... I think you'll like it."

"Can I use it on you?" you challenged, smirking. Jungkook slapped your ass again in response, making you yelp and bury your face in the sheets.

"Funny," Jungkook murmured. "But I have other plans." He gets off of you, and you feel somewhat relieved to have the pressure off of you. Jungkook opens a nightstand drawer, holding a shiny-clean, sparkling knife. It wasn't just any knife, however. You recognized the small etchings of stars in the handle, recognizing it as the same blade used on Jennie mere days ago.

"Are you aware what knife play is?" he questions you, twirling the blade in his hand.

Of course, you had already done your research on various kinks that seemed to be in his field, and you had already practiced getting used to the blood when you made tiny cuts along your ankles. "I am," you spoke, eyeing the blade. "Is that clean, though?"

"I made sure to have it thoroughly cleaned," Jungkook assured you, placing his finger over the tip, letting it bounce gently. "You don't have to worry about infections."

You stared at the blade, taking in exactly what it meant. It was what you used to prove your false-loyalty. It was used to take a life, and now- almost as though in irony- it would be used for sexual pleasure.

You took a deep breath. "Alright."

Jungkook quirked a brow. "Alright, what?"

"I'll let you use that on me," you spoke. "I trust you." Of course, you didn't really, but if he didn't think he had your trust, how were you to keep his? Besides, this would perhaps be your last trial.

Jungkook grinned at your words, his hand skimming over your back as he made sure you were pressed firmly against the bed. "This might hurt," Jungkook warned, a chuckle in his tone. "And I think I'll certainly enjoy it."

He pressed the flat of the blade against your skin, letting it drag tauntingly, the cool metal making you shiver with anticipation and slight fear. You were nervous, admittedly, but bit your tongue, determined to get through it.

His hand took on a more soothing atmosphere as he pressed against you, firm on your hip instead of digging his nails in to ram into you. And then you felt it. The small cut that made you hiss, gripping at the sheets as pain pricked from the blade. He dragged it, making small lines, his moves slow and precise. You could practically feel the warm blood bubble up from the lines, and from the erection pressing against your thigh as Jungkook straddled your legs once again, you were sure that he was more than enjoying it.

He drew more lines, and it didn't take you long to figure out that he was writing down characters. He dared to move a little faster instead of dragging it, and you found yourself biting down on the sheets of the bed to stifle any noise, letting the pain simmer on your lower back. Jungkook would let out small, tasteful hums, moving the blade to cut your skin. You guessed he wasn't going deep enough to scar or to cut into the flesh, but definitely enough to at least break the skin.

"My little whore's getting a tramp stamp," Jungkook laughs, placing the blade to the side, and you let out a breath of relief to know he was finished. "My own name branded into her skin. How do you like it, doll?"

"I love it if you do," you spoke, feeling some of the warm liquid start to dribble down your side. Jungkook's fingers tried scooping it up, dragging the pads of his fingers over your skin, smearing it like paint along a blank canvas. You let out a small whimper as his fingers brushed over the cuts, and he let out a small hiss of satisfaction. Pain prickled along your skin with every touch as he admired how the red looked along your skin, and before you knew it he was holding out two fingers in front of you, the slender digits smeared with the alluring red.

You wrapped your lips around his fingers, letting your tongue twirl around the digits to lap up the liquid, the taste of salt and blood lingering on your buds as you continued your ministrations. Jungkook grinned, petting your hair affectionately as you cleaned your blood from his fingers. "Do you like the taste?" he asks you. It somewhat reminded you of copper, like when someone would try to bite down on a penny to see if it were real. That's what it tasted like to you.

"Yes," you say, licking your lips. Jungkook's eyes lit up in delight as he stared at you, smiling as he got off of you.

"Spread your legs, doll," he said in an airy voice, quickly yanking down his pants as he licked his lips. "If I don't fuck you now, I'll go mad."

Obediently, you got on all fours, spreading your legs wide as you arched your back, feeling some of the red liquid still dripping down in the direction of your spine. Jungkook's hand trailed along with the blood, as though he were finger painting, and the warm liquid continued to smear along your back. You moved your hair to the side as Jungkook dragged you closer, hooking his other hand around your inner thigh, getting your ass closer to his crotch.

He directed himself to your entrance, admiring the way the red smeared against your back. This really turned him on, you could tell, and he was absolutely riveted by the scenery. From how your face twisted with pain to how the blade pierced your skin, he enjoyed every second of it. He taunted you, running his length between your cheeks slowly as though to tease you. Without further ado, he pushed himself into you, a sharp snap of the hips as he thrust into you abruptly.

You let out a yelp, feeling how he directed himself at the certain angle you were familiar with already. After sleeping with him for various weeks, he seemed to already know exactly what made your toes curl, just as you knew what really got him off in bed. He continued to pump himself into you, a brutal and singular pace, not sparing you any mercy. He knew you could handle it.

He plowed through you, hands now both on your shoulders to press you down, and he let out throaty grunts. You moaned, though it was muffled from how your face was buried in the sheets. Jungkook's hand tangled in your hair, pressing your face deeper into the mattress as he slammed his length into you, cutting off any air for you.

You reached back, the pads of your fingers skimming over the warm blood, and you fumbled to palm at the wounds, trying to cover your hand and fingers in the red liquid. You grunted into the sheets, running your bloodied hand over your ass and down your thigh, causing Jungkook to have harder thrusts as he buried himself deeper into you.

"Fuck," he cursed out at the sight as your bloody hand landed back beside your head, and he continued to pummel into you. "God, you have no idea what you do to me," he grunts.

You whine in response, moaning into the sheets as your clean hand wandered between your legs, vigorously rubbing your clit in a hurried fashion, Jungkook's pace increasing as you did so. You wanted to reach your high, the fire in your lungs and Jungkook's singular snaps of the hips slowly pushing you over the edge.

It was nearing, and you felt your stomach tighten, your orgasm coming close. You found yourself being washed over in white hot bliss, and you went limp beneath Jungkook as he proceeded to use your body like a sex-doll, thrusting in and out of you as he chased his own high.

Before long, he was cumming inside of you, his hot seed filling you. Usually, he'd pull out and cum on you, either on your face, back, or tits. But your back was currently covered in blood, and your tits and face weren't exactly facing him. You didn't worry about it, however, instead raising your face slowly from the sheets, breathing hard as you let the oxygen fill your lungs.

You felt so tired. So, so tired. But you knew that tonight, you'd have to stay awake.

Jungkook was fast asleep, and you had woven yourself out of his arms to go to the restroom, where you opened a drawer that had your contacts. These were the type that only certain spies carried around, but it certainly wasn't the typical prescription type. These were one of the six made by American scientists, and your officials thought your mission was important enough to lend them to you.

These were the type that would allow you to hack into any electronic device, which you used to frame the nurse all those weeks ago for the various murders you committed. You were right in a sense about the information you needed being stored in Jungkook's bedroom- but only because he was sleeping there now. There was a big possibility it was actually in his hand, where he was carrying it around all along, that you let use you in various ways.

You didn't do this before because you needed to let any of Jungkook's further suspicions of you die down after you killed Jennie, waiting for the perfect time to strike. You couldn't do it any later, for tomorrow morning there would apparently be another battle. Slowly you popped the contact lens in your left eye, returning beside Jungkook, staring down at his hand.

A red outline of the device hidden inside showed, and various screens appeared. You were thankful that the agency helped teach you about computers and such, as you dove deeper into the device, more screens popping up before your eyes until a green screen appeared, bright text as you put in various code with single movements of your pupils darting around the room. This technology was certainly the future, thought it wouldn't be released for a very, very long time.

You finally accessed it, finding various documents and sketches for the strategies and government secrets. Trades for weapons, when and where, and exactly what. Everything you needed to stop the war was right here, and you didn't hesitate as you sent it to headquarters. You didn't leave a single digital footprint, and as you popped out the lens and put it back into the holder, you marveled over the fact that you just destroyed Jungkook's high chance of winning, crumbling and smashing it into smithereens. The room was calm compared to all of the chaos you single-handedly unleashed, and you grinned thinking about what could happen, and what just did.

And there he laid, perfectly still, resting peacefully. He had absolutely no clue that you obliterated his hopes and dreams, and you thought about what a shame it was that such an interesting character would meet his doom because he let the wrong girl in bed. Perhaps he didn't think about the fact that you were too good to be true, a too perfect fit. Shame, really, he was cocky for good reasons. It would be a pity to see his end. And yet what a spectacular show you were sure it'd be.

And you nestled back into his arms, a smug grin on your face as you waited for the morning to approach, signaling the beginning of the day when Junkook lost it all.

You had convinced Jungkook you were rather incapable of walking when he tried to drag you into another battle, and the moment you heard news of him and his troops being on the battlefield, you rejoiced. You took wine bottles and filled them in your backpack, taking a few belongings as you prepared to depart. You had already managed to contact the agency after you sent the information, and they were on their way to send you back to headquarters.

You were currently climbing out of the window, fixing to walk along the walls and jump from window to window to sneak to the second level. You gripped on the window, latching onto the edge as you swung down to the window below, that had a small tarp hanging over it for shade, which you gripped on to swing yourself closer to the glass, tightly holding onto the sides to stabilize yourself. You proceeded to jump to the window on your right, climbing down to jump on another ledge. You repeated the process, not wanting any of the cameras on the inside to see you until you got to your escort.

It must've taken hours, but you were patient, knowing that the escort would have to wait for you and that you had time. Finally, when you dove into the second floor (after successfully prying the window open with great difficulty), you landed on your feet, staring down at the body of a dead man, blood pooling around his corpse, his throat having a deep gash in it.

You stared up, and before you could so much as process what had happened you felt a sharp prick in your shoulder, and you lids began to close.

You wanted to die. There was so much pain, and you had barely been kept alive for a week, being put through agonizing pain as Jungkook toyed with you again and again. You remember just a week ago, when he showed your contacts, waving them in front of your face before slapping you, his eyes blazing. You had taken everything from him, so now he'd take your life away from you.

Your face was the only thing that wasn't harmed since he insisted he wanted to 'keep you pretty'. The very first day, he brought out that same knife, a grin on his face accompanied with a sadistic glimmer in his eye. He wanted to mark you more permanently, and you screamed and tried to kick as he carved his name into your inner arm, going deep into the flesh, letting the blood go everywhere. But that was only the beginning, and you constantly found yourself on the verge of death. You wanted it to be over already.

Apparently, when they were defeated, Jungkook was pushed into humiliating surrender, thus determining his own fate. He was set to be killed- already being hunted down by the families and hunters that wanted revenge for his atrocious acts. He didn't care, simply dragging you away to spend his final moments with your own, putting you through agonizing pain as he toyed with your life, taking his revenge.

You wanted to laugh in his face for being so petty. He lost, he should get over it. You were a spy who had duped him by sneaking into his bed, and the idiot was too blind that he ignored all the warning signs. But he unleashed his anger on you, where your skin was black and blue, and your 'pretty face' was the only thing recognizable about you anymore.

The hardest parts were when he was gone, and you were left alone with your pain, completely alone. You thought about what led you down this path, what had caused it to all come down this. Why were you here? Why had this happened to you?

But you weren't an idiot. You knew what you did. You were no better than Jungkook in that aspect, having no mercy or empathy, using others for your own sadistic needs. You didn't care for anyone other than yourself. Turns out Jennie was right, you were the one who deserved to be in that chair. And you were sitting in it now. You deserved this death. It was the exact opposite of that nurse's who you framed so long ago. Her death was quick, painless, and public. Yours was slow, painful, and private.

Every time Jungkook came back to repeat your session, he'd shoot back snooty comments that you said to him when you first met.

"And here we have but a simple nurse," he mocked. "Dabria. She's getting what she deserves, and no one can cower when justice is being served, isn't that right? After all, the enemy isn't one to be pitied."

You glared at him in response. Why couldn't he just kill you already? It had been seven days. You wanted death. You wanted the pain to stop. You wanted everything to stop.

"She has no reason to fear me, isn't that right?" He yanked your head, craning your neck as he quirked a brow, a small smirk on his face. "After all, she likes this, doesn't she? Isn't that right, doll?" He yanks on your hair harder, making you wince.

"How dirty," he tsks, shoving your head back forward, and you cough up blood. You glare at him as he walks back to the front, bending down to meet your eye level, cocking his head to the side. "You've earned this. You know you have. The one who was so cocky is now nothing but a pathetic mess."

He slaps you again- the only abuse he'd do towards your face- and your head swung to the side. You were limp, letting your head hang limply in front, not offering up a fight. You didn't care anymore. You didn't care about anything other than death.

"Giving up so easily, doll?" he mocked, smiling. "You're no fun."

You didn't respond, and he sighs in disappointment, taking his hand and tilting your head up to stare at him. You glare, the once menacing and piercing gaze now seeming weak and pitiful. Jungkook smiled at that, reaching for the gun on the table.

"I think they've found me, doll. They'll probably try to kill me tomorrow. I suppose I'll just have to change what I look like and move to another location to start over. I don't know, it's my first time in this situation- after all, whoever heard of duping a god? So I'm afraid our fun's over," he shook his head. "Pity, too. You were my favorite, ironically. But it was too good to be true, wasn't it?"

Silence.

"And you used to be so chatty," Jungkook murmurs. "Now, tell me, last words?"

"Fuck you," you spat, using the last of your strength to spit in his eye, a small mixture of saliva and blood. He wipes his eye in disgust, rolling his eyes once it's out. He cocks his gun, squeezing your cheeks together to part your lips.

"Open wide, doll," he chuckles lowly. He shoves the gun between your teeth, and you taste the cool metal and unexpected grease, causing you to gag.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you met your untimely end.