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Context: You're a simple person. You have your farm, you make enough to get by in the unprecedented wake of the Renaissance. Even with all of these new ideas, you know that gods and demigods exist. You've never met one before, but you're certain you'd recognize one if they fell into your yard. Right? Apparently not, as you were visited and then taken by the god Deimos, who swore he was the god of war and wished you to be his concubine. I'm sure it worked out great for him.

Setting: The Hall of the Gods/A coliseum

Tags: [MMM4A][Strangers to Lovers][Yandere God Speakers][Human Listener][Greek Mythos Inspired][Lovecraftian][Spicy][Smarmy God][God of War][God of Fear][God of ???][Concubine/Pet][CW: Spicy Language/Implied Force/Violence]

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Note: A CHALLENGER APPROACHES!

[A] = Ares, God of War [P] = Phobos, God of Fear All italicized text is from a certain god that enjoys a bit of sleep

[Scene opens in Ares’s chambers]

[SFX: General Olympian lyre music, idk]

[You scurry out of the bath as Ares confronts Deimos, grasping a robe before you step to the god of war once more]

[A] “Aww, how cute. Your bitey little friend here is so concerned for you, Deimos. Cute, cute, cute. Shame it makes me fucking furious and oh so delightfully jealous. Let us move our little fight forward, son. How’s about… now.”

[With that “now”, Ares easily throws his son through the marbled walls]

[Pause!!!]

[A] “Now, now. You and I know that you can’t do anything to me, little Badger, and I don’t aim to harm you. After all, a broken prize isn’t much of anything, is it? Don’t worry, this won’t take long, and then you’ll have all of my attention.”

[SFX: Magic noises and armor clanking together]

[A] “Ah, there’s my armor. C’mon, little one. If you’re going to have two gods wage war for your heart, you should be present. I’ll simply ask Phobos to watch over you in the interim. Oh, and I suppose I should make sure Deimos can’t open his mouth. His powers are pathetic, but I’m not really in a mood to out maneuver him more than necessary.”

[Pause!!!]

[Ares gives you a patronizing pout as you struggle against him]

[A] “Come here… Aww, still so fighty. You know, every time you refuse my affections, it just makes me want to smear Deimos on the ground even harder… How did he capture your heart, hm? You will tell me once I triumph. You will be mine and mine alone. Now, let’s go. I think a classic human construct will do.”

[SFX: More magical malarkey]

[You are teleported into what appears to be a private balcony looking down into a very full coliseum. Deimos already stands below, scratching at his mouth desperately]

[A] “And here we are. A nice coliseum with a private view so you can see the blood and guts in class. Give me your little hand for a moment.”

[He takes it without waiting and kisses the back of it]

[A] “A kiss on your hand now so you don’t forget that I will be kissing you later.”

[A young man clears his throat, looking uncomfortable]

[P] “Er, father? You summoned me?”

[Ares straightens with a pleasant smile]

[A] “Yes, thank you, Phobos. My fight with Deimos got moved up a touch, so I need you to safeguard my little Badger here. Careful with them, they are very, very feisty.”

[P] “I can gather from how they’re gnawing on your arm… Father, must you fight Deimos?”

[A] “Are you questioning me, Phobos?”

[Pause…]

[Phobos looks away and sigh]

[P] “No, sir.”

[A] “Good lad. Now, I’ll do my best to make this quick.”

[He vanishes once more and reappears in the coliseum pits before Deimos that hardly has a chance to lift his shield before he is struck]

[Pause!!!]

[P] “Calm down! There’s… there’s nothing we can do now, no matter how ornery or powerful you think yourself to be. And mind that altar behind you. It’s important that it remains intact incase another god or goddess needs to be summoned.”

[SFX: Faint battle sounds and an audience cheering / gasping]

[You look back and see Deimos doing his best, almost just holding his own but losing more and more ground as Ares continues his relentless assault]

[Pause!]

[P] “What did you expect would happen when Deimos dared to claim you after father had decided you were his?! What you, what I, even what Deimos wants is irrelevant!”

[SFX: More battle noises and the audience groaning]

[P] “... I know that my brother is getting destroyed down there, Badger. Trust me, I can feel each blow…”

[...]

[P] “Our father is the god of war… His power is immense, and he’s… well, he’s a colossal brat when he doesn’t get his way. Killing to get his way is just second nature… whether that means killing his own brood or not.”

[Pause!!!]

[Phobos looks to you, arms crossed and lips thin]

[P] “There’s nothing I can do for my brother now, Badger. He challenged our father, he has to either triumph or… try and die with dignity. That’s why I was so worried about the altar being shattered. If Deimos dies… I want to at least pray for him. Any god in any pantheon would do the same.”

[You look to the altar, thinking rapidly]

[SFX: The battle continues and the audience groans]

[...?]

[P] “Hm? Oh. Aye, I suppose one could use it to pray to any god willing to listen. But you shouldn’t-”.

[SFX: A loud crash and the audience groaning again]

[P] “Damnit. That’s it, then… Oh, Deimos, you poor fool…”

[You don’t think about it. You rush the altar, grasping the sacrificial dagger and slashing your arm with it]

[P] “Badger! Don’t rush the altar! Damnit, don’t use the sacrificial dagger to cut your arm, what are…What are… Why is your blood colored like the night sky?”

[A new voice reaches through the veil - rumbling. Terrible. Everywhere]

Who speaks to the dreaming god…?

[Pause]

Oh, hello again. I wasn’t expecting our next chat for… a thousand years. What brings you to me this time?

[Pause!]

[P] “W-What is that voice?! It’s shaking the entirety of the coliseum!”

[SFX: Rumbling and panic]

I see… I see… And those are… gods to humans? Not what I thought I would dream. Very well, I see your points. We have debated seventeen trillion times in this one conversation, and you won one more than myself. You have my favor.

[The altar splits and cracks, an infinite web of black tentacles surging forward and curling around your right arm]

[P] “Nyx be praised! What evil is this?! Your a-arm has become a mass of wriggling, obsidian tentacles, a-and… Elements preserve us…”

[Pause]

[P] “Stand aside? I… V-Very well.”

[Phobos hurries out of the way and you launch yourself down into the pit]

[SFX: Rumbling, crackling and screaming]

[Pause!]

[Ares turns as you shout his name and recoils]

[A] “What…? What are you? This is not the boon of any god I’ve ever clashed blades with!”

[Fortunately, your god speaks for you with a laugh that makes the ground shake:]

Behold, god of war. Behold my Champion. Champion to Dagon. To Nyarlathotep. To I, Azathoth, the dreaming madness of all known realities!

[To be continued]