#keywords: godkiller

[roses-bah-garden]

May I claim the keyword drink from the specials list please? :3c

here you are! this is my scrunkly avinius, he's the god of alcohol, drunkenness, and vineyards! he is the 3rd born in a 5 sibling family.

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

masc aligned, deity, alcoholic ... [LVL 4 PACK]

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name(s) ;; avinius, vinny, vino, red, bacchus

pronouns ;; he/him

age ;; ancient, presents around 50 years old

species ;; deity (transhuman)

gender(s) ;; AMAB transmasc

orientation(s) ;; demisexual, biromantic, fem preference

role(s) ;; trauma holder / socializer

source ;; brainmade / alter packs

sign-off(s) ;; – 🍇❤

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appearance ;; 5'10". thin and bony. dark brown skin with smile lines on his face. dark, almost black, eyes. curly short black hair with grey temples. gold eyeliner. long fingers. his favourite outfit is a red and gold marching band uniform.

personality ;; brash, yet charming. he loves loud music, people, and parties! he uses his extroverted behaviour as a cover for his trauma, and to release stress and tension.

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likes ;; alcohol (especially wine), parades, musical theatre

dislikes ;; FOMO, being alone

possible front triggers ;; drinking, attending parties

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cisid(s) ;; cisalcoholic, cisADHD, addictive personality, middle child, cistraumatized, cisBlack, cisItalian, cismixedrace, cisMED

transid(s) ;; transIMD, transhypersexual, transseverity (trauma -> less), transspecies (human), transmemoryloss

trisid(s) ;; trismasculine, trisharmful

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; dipsophilia, fictonecrophilia, somnophilia, dubcon

[fyeahwonderbat]

Keywords #7

Theme: Commitment Rating: PG / T Word Count: 1,635 words

As he held Diana in his arms, Bruce stared down the man who claimed to be a god, the lord of death, the ruler of the Underworld. Having lived his entire life haunted by the two exact instances where his parents were gunned down by some lowly criminal in Gotham City, it dawned on him when he met those cool grey eyes that every moment of his life meant that he had been fighting this one man in some way or another. He didn’t believe in mythology or even in religion and so his take on the afterlife was much more morbid than the average person could take. However, when he gazed upon the physical embodiment of loss - of the grief he lived with for all but eight years of his miserable life - it staggered the typically composed Batman.

“Barry,” He murmured low under his breath.

“On it.” Whispered back the speedster as he lowered himself into his racing pose. Bruce felt the static in the air against the lower half of his face just before the Flash vanished from sight. 

It was at that moment that Diana tried to rise up onto her feet, obstructing his view of the Godkiller disappearing from its position in Hades’ throat, disappointing him to some degree. By the time she had risen, Barry had returned with the sword in hand and he immediately presented to Wonder Woman. She would have taken it from him, had she not been distracted by the helping hand the shot out at her, garnering the attention of everyone in their presence.

“Diana,” Hippolyta choked on her daughter’s name and it managed to stir something in Bruce’s gut. Just as she had in the great hall of Themyscira, the queen tried and failed to remain composed in a moment when her heart strings were being tugged. In front of him, the woman he had come to see as a warm and passionate partner now looked like nothing more than a wax figure of herself, incapable of moving or reacting to what or who was right in front of her. 

For once, he couldn’t be accused of ruining an emotional moment, as Hades took it upon himself to ruminate aloud, “How long has it been since an Amazon has come into my chambers? Not since her highness i believe, has one of your kind approached me so openly, begging for my… aid.” 

“Scan complete,” a computerized voice muttered in Bruce’s ear piece, along with comms of every other League members’. “No vital signs detected. Oxygen levels: zero. Heart rate: zero bpm.” Victor’s ability to examine Hades from across the chamber did very little for them other than confirm what they already knew. Still, Batman always relied on scientific avenues of research before he allowed himself to believe in the fantastical. 

The god of the Underworld could not be slain like his brothers and sisters it would seem.

Having no foreseeable way to defeat him only enraged Diana further and she stomped her foot forward in an agitated stride as she screamed, “Don’t you say another word!”

“No, I will not be silenced in my own home,” Hades barked back. “I’ve waited centuries to once again have such arousing company.”

“That only proves that you were a fool to choose Persephone over me.” Hecate growled venomously. She had retained her animal-like mannerisms since Bruce had last seen her and it made him worry to himself over what she might do to them should she ever see the Justice League as her enemy. 

Before he could dare antagonize the seething goddess further, Hippolyta walked a few paces ahead of her daughter and demonstrated the exact sort of domination he expected from her. “That’s quite enough. These foolish games you’re playing have garnered the attention you so desperately craved. If you want to see your regency unharmed, I advise you to remain silent and allow us to depart in peace.”

“What!?” Hecate’s screech reverberated off of the many stony edges in the Underworld, her immense displeasure palpable by every single person present. The queen held out her hand in the direction of the infuriated witch, her elbow bent so as to appear less authoritative and more sincere. Then, she carried on. “I warn you now, Hades. We have all lived without our gods for many years, and should you choose to challenge the forces of the Amazons and these heroes of mankind, you will be reduced to the very same state as your brothers and sisters: dead--”

The mere mention of death made him cackle at the proud queen. For a man who appeared to be so lifeless, his amusement only made him seem even more sick and twisted. Everything about Hades reminded Bruce of the horrible villains he dealt with in Gotham - drunk on their own power and existing solely to torture others. “Pitiful Hippolyta! To think that you would have the gall to threaten me? We both know that none of you could stand in my way, no matter what it is I plan to do.” “And what is this plan of yours?” Bruce challenged him with the same amount of aggression he usually reserved for the Joker. He walked up to Diana’s side and simplified his inquiry for the man who enjoyed dodging whatever it was they said to him. “Why make some demon army just to leave alone to kill each other in Russia?”

The interrogation amused Hades, and he knew it. “To grow stronger in a human-made cesspool of energy.”

“Why!?” demanded the Batman. While he panted after releasing such a harsh shout, the lord of the Underworld stared at him with an eerie smile on his face. He even looked past the Amazonian queen to stare into Bruce’s soul, almost as if he was communicating the answer he sought through the silence that befell them all. But no, he realized soon enough that he didn’t say a word because he didn’t need to. “You know, don’t you?”

“Know what?” Asked Hecate, panic in her tone.

“Indeed I do.” Hades confirmed.

“What do you know?” Taking a step backwards, Hippolyta turned to face Bruce at a proper angle as she looked to him for an answer.

Eyeing Diana, he decided if it was best for her to decide if her mother needed to know what it was the League was made for, or why she was on a team with superpowered men. Diana appeared grateful a mere second before she acknowledged her mother and explained, “There is a threat coming to Earth from beyond the cosmo, from another world.”

“It’s why you have your precious team,” Hades acknowledged with an unflattering sneer. “To protect this planet from the reach of those who wish to claim us all as theirs to control. I will not be anyone’s subject. I will take control over the Earth before I allow an alien to take what is rightfully mine!”

“None of us are YOURS!” 

“You have no right to the Earth!”

“How dare you threaten all of mankind!”

So many cries of disapproval and trepidation sounded off once he had admitted to his scheme, but that wasn’t what Bruce had his focus geared towards. No, all he could think about was the probability of a mythological god defeating an alien that commanded a legion of creatures like Doomsday. He fretted instantly over the lives that would be lost between two almighty forces colliding if they made the earth their battleground. All he heard was more and more chaos spilling out of Hades lips and he couldn’t stop himself from spewing out some tactless words of his own, “Those monsters you made are nothing compared to the alien that Diana and I have already faced.”

Once more, Hades zeroed in on the anxious Bruce and paid him the closest attention. With a tilt of his head, his leer somehow became even darker, even more devastating as he lifted his hand into the air. “Those ‘monsters’ were merely for the numbers. What I have in my grasps is all I truly need.” Then, he snapped his fingers loudly enough to rival the sound of Hecate’s shrill wailing. 

Bruce was prepared to deliver to him the very same snide remark about how his plan would fail, about how there was no secret weapon to overcoming the monsters that could descend upon them from outer space. 

Until he heard a familiar boom in the distance. He had no idea which direction it came from. All he knew was that one moment there was only Hades glaring at him. 

And then next, there was a reincarnated Superman hovering at the lord of the Underworld’s side.

Bruce heard Diana gasp with the exact same amount of shock that he was feeling, but he had his breath stolen from him at the sight of their deceased friend under the influence of Hades. The entire purpose that the two of them had made the Justice League was gather together the strongest people on Earth and protect it, in Clark’s memory. Their shared commitment to Superman, to Lois, to the human race was meant to carry on the promise he’d once made to Superman: to save.

“Diana,” his voice broke as he said her name, as did his conviction.

“Bruce,” she replied with the confidence in her voice that he needed to rely on in that moment. Within the depths of the Underworld that he never thought could exist, locking eyes with the friend he believed he’d never see again, the only one who could pull him out of his stupor was her. And she did just by saying his name. 

That’s why they were a team.

That’s how they were going to defeat the unkillable god of death.

Together, with their team.

To be continued...

[roses-bah-garden]

Hi friends! Can we claim the keyword community?:3

hi! sorry for the long wait, here you go! this is frater (the character mod frater is based on), and he's the god of community and family.

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

androgynous deity, community-oriented ... [LVL 4 PACK]

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name(s) ;; frater, brawd, copper, community

pronouns ;; any, primarily they/them & he/him

age ;; ageless, presents as early 30s

species ;; deity

gender(s) ;; genderfluid

orientation(s) ;; pansexual, hyperplatonic

role(s) ;; comforter, positive memory holder, socializer

source ;; brainmade / alter pack

sign-off(s) ;; – 🏘🧡

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hex code ;; #893727 (medium copper)

appearance ;; 5'8" and thin. lightly tanned skin covered in freckles. long wavy copper-red hair down to mid-back. warm hazel eyes. looks incredibly human, but with an aura of godliness to him. they are a shapeshifter, capable of changing appearance to match whatever community they are currently in.

personality ;; kind and awkward. they are always ready to help others, and often put that above caring for themself. he is very empathetic. they are passive, and a bit of a pushover.

bonus info ;; husband of the "platter" pack

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likes ;; ttrpgs, fresh bread, tea, hiking, travelling, researching cultures and customs

dislikes ;; sleeping, violence, bullies, alcohol, cults

possible front triggers ;; ttrpgs, socializing, researching other cultures

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cisid(s) ;; cisWelsh, cisWhite, parent, dual-sexed, shapeshifter, cisHarmless, former cult member

transid(s) ;; panracial, transCaneUser, transBystander

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; teratophilia, macrophilia, autogynephilia

[roses-bah-garden]

Claim melody and love keywords ?

hi! here you go, sorry for the wait ♡ these 2 are part of my lineup of deity OCs for a TTRPG. musa (melody) is the youngest of 5 siblings, and the goddess of music. amor (love) is a distant family friend, and the god of love.

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

fem aligned singer + androgynous cult leader, deities ... [LVL 4 PACK]

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name(s) ;; musa, music, violet, queenie, muse

pronouns ;; she/her, they/them

age ;; ancient, presents as late 20s

species ;; deity

gender(s) ;; omnigender

orientation(s) ;; sapphic

role(s) ;; mood booster

source ;; brainmade / alter pack

sign-off(s) ;; – 🎶💜

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appearance ;; 5'7" and chubby. light skin. long black-blue hair, usually worn in ringlets. dark brown eyes with thick eyelashes. round nose and tooth gap. loves flowy dresses, especially in purple and magenta hues.

personality ;; energetic and kind. she has hippie energy. they're a free spirit and very creative. she's a tad clumsy and naive.

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likes ;; singing, dancing, ice cream, social events

dislikes ;; violence, bullies

possible front triggers ;; parties, dances

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cisid(s) ;; mixed race, cisBlack, cisItalian, singer, survivor's guilt, youngest sibling

transid(s) ;; transTrauma, transMurdered, transDead, transAuditoryHallucinations (music box)

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; fictophilia

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name(s) ;; amor, cupid, rose, champagne, lucille

pronouns ;; they/them

age ;; ancient, presents as early 30s

species ;; deity

gender(s) ;; nonbinary

orientation(s) ;; pansexual, hypersexual, polyamorous

role(s) ;; hypersexuality holder, para holder, sexual alter

source ;; brainmade / alter pack

sign-off(s) ;; – 🥂💘

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appearance ;; 5'9" and lean. tan skin with golden freckles. short styled white hair. pink eyes. androgynous figure. tight and revealing black clothing.

personality ;; possessive and promiscuous. they're desperate for approval and compliments, but they cover for it with apathy.

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likes ;; attention, dramatic plays, chocolate, incense

dislikes ;; being ignored, christianity, anti-RQs

possible front triggers ;; sex, smoking

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cisid(s) ;; cisCultLeader, white, cisFrench, cisItalian, goldAmian, herbal cigarette smoker, cisNPD

transid(s) ;; transParasocial (others towards them), transAncientRoman, transAdored, transHeartPupils, transYandere

trisid(s) ;; trisR^pist

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; consang, biastophilia, hybristophilia, sadism, hypnophilia, autozeusophilia, necrophilia

[roses-bah-garden]

can we claim platter please?

here you are! sorry for the wait. this is oboso, he is the 2nd youngest of 5 siblings, and the god of feasting and family meals. including appearance here since i haven't been doing pictures for these guys.

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

masculine deity, caring, foodie ... [LVL 4 PACK]

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name(s) ;; oboso, obo, oboe, green, feast

pronouns ;; he/him, they/them, she/her, ve/vem

age ;; ageless, presents as early 40s

species ;; deity

gender(s) ;; gender apathetic

orientation(s) ;; achillean

role(s) ;; sustainer

source ;; brainmade / alter pack

sign-off(s) ;; – 🍽💚

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hex code ;; #234728 (everglade)

appearance ;; ~7'0" and extremely large. warm tan skin. black braided hair flowing over shoulders. soft round features. honey gold eyes. gold jewelry. flowing green and black fabric covering body. black braided beard.

personality ;; quiet and observant. he prefers listening to others over talking himself. they enjoy a good story, and have a crude sense of humour that they hide behind a respectable facade. she is loyal to her siblings and partner (the "community" pack coming later). a bit of a gentle giant.

bonus info ;; n/a

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likes ;; large meals, sad music, hearing people's stories, random acts of kindness, canned fruit

dislikes ;; comments about people's weight, egotistical people, maximalism

possible front triggers ;; eating, large family gatherings

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cisid(s) ;; mixed race, cisBlack, cisItalian, obese, omnist, neurotypical

transid(s) ;; transMusician, panRacial, transAutoMAP, transSemiverbal, transAutistic

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; feed3rism, weight gain, transAutoMAP, microphilia

[roses-bah-garden]

Can I claim cards?? ^_^

Also hello again!!! Tysm for the pack last time <3

-🌷🌙 // Pandora

hi dear! glad you liked the pack ♡ here's my gambling deity OC! his name is donit, and he's the second oldest of five siblings :) he does NOT match your vibe at all, but maybe you'll like him anyways ⚠️ CW teeth mention

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

masc aligned, deity, gambler ... [LVL 4 PACK]

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name(s) ;; donit (don-it), donnie, yellow, ace, gambler

pronouns ;; he/him, it/its

age ;; ancient, presents around 50 years old

species ;; deity

gender(s) ;; cisgender man

orientation(s) ;; gambelier attraction, bisexual, fem preference

role(s) ;; [some options...] addiction holder, antagoniser, social alter, cynic

source ;; brainmade / alter pack

sign-off(s) ;; – ��💛

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appearance ;; 6'0" and husky build. light olive skin that glistens with gold. wrinkles. slicked back dark hair. golden eyes. four arms. surrounded by an ever-present cloud of smoke. wears a fitted black suit with cufflinks made of human teeth. small antennae.

personality ;; egotistical and overconfident. he's very social and charming, but easily becomes frustrated when teased. he thrives on making others feel insignificant. he believes in honesty and fair play above all else, even if it means people's feelings get hurt.

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likes ;; cards, board games, socializing, large gatherings + parties

dislikes ;; being teased, enclosed spaces, clowns

possible front triggers ;; alcohol, smoking or being around smokers

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cisid(s) ;; NPD, monstrosity, insectoid, wealthy

transid(s) ;; transCigaretteSmoker, transMurderer, transPsychicVampire

trisid(s) ;; trisViolent, trisCultLeader

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; consang, CNC

[roses-bah-garden]

May I claim the "dance" keyword plz

sorry for the long wait! here is the last of the keywords. this is minestra, goddess of dance and the eldest sibling of the five.

a new flower has blossomed! 🌹

feminine creative deity ... [LVL 4 PACK]

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name(s) ;; minestra, clara, blue

pronouns ;; she/her, it/its

age ;; ageless, presents as late 50s

species ;; deceased deity

gender(s) ;; cisgender woman

orientation(s) ;; bisexual, hypersexual

role(s) ;; gatekeeper, socializer

source ;; brainmade / alter pack

sign-off(s) ;; – 💃💙

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hex code ;; #022d80 (resolution blue)

appearance ;; 6'0", with dark skin, nearly black. dark blue buzzcut. glowing silvery eyes. thick lips. silver facial piercings. four arms. flowing light coloured fabrics wrapping around to cover body, magically shifting and billowing.

personality ;; dominant and competitive. she is creative, with a passion for performing. it is also cunning, and will do anything to win. she is extroverted, but can sometimes be monotone, or even rude.

bonus info ;; n/a

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likes ;; dancing, live music & theatre, gambling & betting, competitions, italian food

dislikes ;; losing, being intoxicated, being submissive, heat

possible front triggers ;; live performances

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cisid(s) ;; mixed race, cisBlack, cisItalian, deceased, eldest sibling, cisBPD, cisOCD

transid(s) ;; transAutistic, transASPD, transImmortal, transCultLeader, transBest, transYandere (for the "cards" pack)

kink/fetish/para(s) ;; consang, biastophilia, necrophilia, anything where she can be in charge

[fyeahwonderbat]

Keywords #6

Theme: Honesty Rating: PG / T Word Count: 2,020 words

NOTE: I imagined Antonis Vlontakis for the face claim in this chapter, but feel free to imagine whomever you wish!

In the depths of the Underworld, the only light that Diana had access to came from the violet radiance that Hecate fired out of her hands. Together, they wield swords that were made from different materials but designed to slay the greatest evils as the monsters charged at them. Seeing them cannibalize one another in the tundra in Russia hadn’t prepared her for the ferocity that they bombarded her with. She had been trained for centuries on how to hone her senses in even the most dire of circumstances and surely, those lessons came in handy when slaughtering Hades’ horde.

Diana had no clue where they were or if they had made any progress in their quest to find Hades. Every swing of her blade was truly made with blind faith. Their sharpened nails would catch her thigh or her arms as she battled them, and one of them nearly pulled her beneath the swarm when it snatched a thick handful of her hair. “Agh!” she cried through gritted teeth, the pain infusing her with a blinding rage.

“Diana!” Hecate hollered, still under the influence of her mania. The way her powers filled the cave with such brilliance became so blinding, it managed to cause her pain when her eyes were still bothered by the light despite the fact that she had shut them tight. She winced behind her shield for seconds that dragged on and on, and her own suffering almost forced her to miss the sound of wailing that surrounded her. It wasn’t possible for her to even peek at her surroundings to locate the source the anguish until the goddess of witchcraft finished her radiant spell.

At the exact moment that she knew she was once again shrouded in darkness, Diana tore her arm away from her face and blinked at the cavern frantically. Her eyesight was speckled but it was impossible not to notice the sudden emptiness that she felt around her. “W-Where are they!?” She questioned with panic in her voice.

“They’ve returned to the dust from whence they came.” Explained Hecate, giggling maliciously.

The more she fluttered her eyelashes, the clearer her vision became. No matter which direction she looked in, there was no demon there to claw at her skin or pull on her hair. It was instantly apparent that the threat of the creatures that Hades had been making for some nefarious purpose had been obliterated with one outburst from her mother’s friend.

She understood immediately why he had locked someone as powerful as Hecate away if she could destroy his plans with the flick of her wrist.

“Did you destroy them all?” Diana sought clarification.

So confident in herself, Hecate focused her efforts on a new spell: she pulled crystals from the walls of the cavern for as far they both could see and instilled them with a glow that would guarantee that they could no longer be ambushed. “Mmhmm.”

“Thank you,” Diana huffed.

She expected some other harsh and spry remark to demonstrate Hecate’s rage, not the voice she heard instead. “Don’t celebrate your meager victory just yet, my pets.”

A hollow voice managed to strike their ears like a branding iron, infusing their once confident stride with a renewed sense of panic. Diana didn’t need to guess who was speaking to them. The way his voice trudged through the lowest octave she’d ever heard implied that the man they were speaking to had lost all of his hope and dignity long ago. “Face us, Hades. You may have escaped the war of the Olympians, but you will answer to us.”

“Yesss, I’d love to meet you, princess of the Amazons. And my concubine, too.”

“Don’t toy with me, HADES!” Ordered the fuming witch at her side. Diana eyed her volatile companion, watching her as she threw her arms into the air and then promptly tossed them down. It looked like nothing more than fit, but there was a purpose in every action she took: Hecate tore some of her emerging crystals from the walls of the Underworld and sent them forward through the air. Engrossed by her animosity, she gave no word of warning before taking off through the air.

Determined feet carried her through the tunnel at nearly the same speed.

“Why wouldn’t I want to see you? It’s been too long since I last looked upon your face.” Though an obviously emotionless man, Hades managed to sounded rather pleased with himself when he was mocking poor Hecate.

Afraid that he was intentionally turning the witch wild, Diana butted in to their battle of words with a striking blow of her own, “You’ll be lucky if you see anything before we strike you down!” No matter how foolish it felt to yell at a disembodied voice, she had no issue with parrying his cruel verbal jab.

She followed the soaring Hecate around every corner and down every passageway. The further in they traveled, the more humid the air became, applying an unwanted pressure to Diana’s chest with every breath she took. She refused to let the heavy panting keep her from chasing the hovering scrying crystals though. It was an ancient magic ritual she knew of even as mere magic enthusiast and in the hands of the governing goddess of all things magic-related, she believed in her location spell.

When they came to a massive fork in the rode with six options to choose from, Hecate threw her arm out in front of Diana’s chest to stop her from moving onward. In the blink of an eye, their cluster of crystals split apart and each took the lead down the different caverns. As they waited on the results, Hades chilling drawl found them again, only now he tried to disrupt their orientation as he threw his voice behind them. “Come now, princess. What have I done to warrant such hostility? That’s no way to speak to family.”

The mere concept that they were related in some way upset her greatly, almost inexplicably.

Nevertheless, she knew he was correct based on a mere technicality. Just because Hecate had destroyed his monstrous army did not mean he was absolved of the guilt associated with his intention in creating them. It did, however, change things in regards to the justice she had a right to serve. How was she to smite him when he had not perpetrated a legitimate crime?

As reasonable as it was for the imprisoned woman to lash out at her captor’s forces, and though she always intended to put a stop to Hades’ horrible plans no matter what they were, her actions moving forward would alter the course of someone’s future.

Or possibly put an end to someone else’s.

When a throbbing purple glow garnered her attention from off to her left, Diana realized that the scrying spell had found the correct passage way to Hades. She excitedly, a bit roughly smacked Hecate’s shoulder before racing off in the direction of the flicker, ready to take the fight to the lord of the Underworld. As close she got the light, it did not seem to proceed towards their goal. Just before she could bring herself to a halt, her hand was grabbed and carried towards the purple light.

She clutched the rough tapered stone tightly, hearing Hades speak to her through what felt like space and time, “I’d hope that you’d be happy to meet me.”

On the very last note of his latest jeer, Diana was no longer trapped inside the rocky labyrinth of the Underworld.

No, she was suddenly in a room that looked very much like hell’s assembly hall.

With it’s master lounging in his throne like he was bored in his own personal playground.

Diana knew immediately who Hecate had warped them in front of and she wasted no time. With a battle cry blaring from deep in her belly, she soared toward the god of the Underworld with her sword poised to sail through his throat. There wasn’t a chance for him to use any of his godly gifts to escape her, her Amazonian fortitude and might carrying her at a speed even Hermes himself would have envied.

When her blade plunged into something firm, she had hoped it was spine. But to her surprise it was the lava rock stone she had struck after she had pierced through his body. To her complete surprise, he did not bleed nor silence himself as he smirked up at her visibly shocked face. Unimpeded by the steel piercing his body, he remarked, “Living amongst mankind has made you unruly.”

“What?” Diana whispered the word in awe. Never before had her Godkiller been ineffective in killing a god.

The impossibility didn’t bother Hades one way or the other. Lifting her eyes from the open wound in his body, she stared into the darkened eyes of the only other Olympian she’d ever known. Wild black hair sat atop of his head and fell down to meet his unshaven beard, covering more of his face than his robes clothed his body.Though sloppy in appearance, his gaze was extremely calculated as he peeked at her from under his brows. The bridge of his nose was long and strong, and it managed to hide the way his lips curled from her point of view until the very last second. 

“Ah, what a joyous day this is, to have my daughter come to my realm after all these years.” The words were empty despite the gravity of what he dared to say.

“DIANA!” Cried a voice that wasn’t Hecate, but it was indeed female. It struck a chord inside of her until a tear fell down her face while she fought to maintain her glare with the man who claimed to be her father. It boggled her mind to hear such a falsehood, but to recognize the call of her mother as if she had traveled down into the possible depths of Tartarus to find her was much too cruel a trick to play.

The voice she heard triggered something inside of the god of death too, as all of his enjoyment of their moment disintegrated there on his throne. Without her noticing, he raised one of his boney hands and fired it into her gut. The force thrusted her into the air and flung her back across the distance she had leapt over moments ago. For the few instances in which she was merely floating, Diana did her best to comprehend the insanity of what he had just said to her. It wasn’t impossible for him to try and break her down with lies that were meant to destabilize her. Ares had done so as well.

“I got her!” She heard someone shout, male, wild-sounding.

Diana shut her eyes and rejected all that was around her.

When her back slammed into a firm body, she flailed to break free of whomever so dared to wrap their arms around her waist. That is, until she heard that husky tone in her ear that had become oddly comforting over the past year or so, “Are you all right?”

“Bruce?” She couldn’t stop herself from gawking. Looking back at the very man she had Hecate spirit away was mind-boggling for the woman who just had her world shaken. But it felt real. Diana wanted nothing more than to believe that he was real, that he was here.

Clamouring to find her footing, three more people came to surround her. It nearly stole the air from her lungs to find herself face to face with the rest of her League too. Her team was with her. She had no clue what any of them were meant to do about Hades, but regardless, they were present in the Underworld with her.

Having the four of them fussing over her for something so small restored her shaken will more than she could ever tell them it had.

Maybe it would be enough to galvanize her to face the source that had sounded like her mother.

And, spur on as she took down her ‘father’.