Theseus was beautiful, when he talked, when he smiled, when he frowned. Every single movement, every change in his expression showed clearly the beauty his charactersitics held. The straight and long nose, the lilac vibrant eyes, cold and distant, the snow white hair that fell lazily in front of his face and that little scar horizontally on his nose, pinkish and small, seen only if someone paid close attention. Theseus was beautiful, even when he simply stood expressionless he shone and Allias always admired that beauty of his, the coldness and elegance in his stance. The spark in his eyes, as he seemed to be wary of everything.
That spark. Allias always searched for it, a comfort that his lover was still there, a reassurance that he was well. It was a small shine in the endless purple he loved so much. When Theseus faced the dead body of his brother, when he spent hours locked in that room looking at it the spark disappeared. The king had noticed it immediately and his heart ached suddenly. This was a sign, a very obvious omen, maybe others couldn't see it while he stood in the corner , his hands crossed over his chest while he breathed calmly but Allias could see everything clearly. Theseus was suffering.
As he had left the room, his expression still fresh on his mind his heart trembled, worried and anxious of what was about to follow Ares' childish and kind smile passed through his mind. He was indeed gone, so fast like a summer storm. Allias was sick of seeing his people die. He was sick of being a bystander while everything around him crumbled and he desperately tried to save a few pieces at the last moment.
So when he entered the room all of the council members were gathered, after he securely led Amsodeus and Mark out he knew, there was no chances of going back. As the huge double doors opened wide, smacking the walls and gaining everyone's attention Allias knew he was t doing this for him, for his throne or his crown. He would risk everything, even causing the displeasure of the gods just to satisfy Theseus.
A king never received orders from anyone,but when it came to Theseus he was willing to burn the whole world. Turn into a beggar, melt the gold crown and shatter the enormous palace. If Theseus had ordered it, of the spark in his eyes would returned by that he would do it.
That's why he didn't feel any fear as their eyes looked at him confused. He didn't feel weak or cornered as he scanned the beautiful faces of the all mighty gods and he wasn't planning on backing down, he would fight even if it meant fighting them. He had stood still long enough, obeying their stupid rules and now Ares was dead. Revenge was the least he could do and somehow he was done being the bigger person.
"What is it Allias? You didn't even announce yourself." Rafael scolded him but he didn't mind.
"Ares is dead." The king told them and Dionysus instantly stood up. His olive green eyes landed on the king, a wrinkle forming between his brows as he processed the news.
"What do you mean he is dead?" He repeated his tone low.
"I mean that he was murdered. By the demon's your council wishes to keep allies so much. I did not come here to ask for your help. I came here to warn you. You need to leave. My people will get revenge."
"Wait a second." The angel said. "I am trully sorry about the lost of one of your own but this is completely out of order. You shall not act so recklessly and ...."
"Does it look like I am asking you?" Allias asked him raising his tone. Rafael flinched, not expecting his intense reaction. His angel companion stood up, keeping a defensive stance. "You had the audacity to bring me here, accuse me of murder. You wanted to whip my human friend and retarined my power. You sat still as my kingdom burned and you pretended you didn't know what Achlys was doing all this time and you dare to try and stop me? For how long do you think I will remain silent? For how long do you believe I will stand this before I burn you all?" Allias asked him, his eyes wide, his hand forming a fist on his side, his nails so deep into the skin that soon he would draw blood. He wanted to scream, attack them, blame them for everything. He wanted to end Achlys and them too.
"Are you threatening us?" Hades asked, a serious expression on his face as he examined Allias from head to toe. He didn't seem like the man that would pay attention to details. Aloof and strange he always looked as if he was lost in his own world. Allias stared back at him.
"I am warning you. I am letting you know that I will burn this place to the ground with you or without you in it and if any of you dare to appear at my doorstep one day to blame me I will kill everyone you love." He told him and a laughter was heard from the back of the room. Apollo, the beautiful god of light was standing right next to his sister, his broad back touching the wall while his lose clothing rested on his ripped body.
"He is threatening us. I think that is clear enough. But what shall we do? Should we just go back home?" He asked, almost in a playful tone.
"Of course not!" Rafael shouted. "The rules...."
"Who killed my godson?" Dionysus asked, IG oring the angel completely.
"Vines. Probably with Achlys' order" Allias told him. It was the first time the god looked actually serious and the king couldn't help but wonder if he cared about the boy he had sworn to protect. His parents were his friends once after all.
"My oath..." The god mumbled and Allias noticed that Suijin placed his palm gently on his arm. "We shall return to Olympus." He announced and the white feathered angels screeched.
"No you won't. We can't leave him destroy...the consequences"
"Shut up you big white chicken" Artemis said and looked at him with a disgusted expression. "You're just the minions of gods how dare you try and defy our decisions. Men, always believing they have a word in things" she mumbled annoyed and rubbed her temples as her brother's chickel echoed in the quiet room.
"Come on now sister. Why hate men?"
"Because they are disgusting and hateful, stupid, egotistical...."
"I think that's enough Artemis dear " Persephone said with a gentle smile and turned to look at Allias.
"We shall leave. But beware, actions have consequences." She warned him, her smile warm and kind. Allias nodded. He had prepared himself of what might follow, he couldn't think about it now though. He just needed these people out as he allowed Ea and Theseus to feast on their revenge.
The angels left the room first, moody and with huge frowns on their faces. The gods followed one by one with the twins of Olympus staying last. Artemis with her beautiful deer like eyes looked at the king and stopped, placing her palm on his shoulder.
"Theseus...look after him. He is one of the few men I do not hate." She said and Allias' couldn't help but smile. He would always look after him even if that cost him his life. Another sunrise didn't matter if Theseus was not sleeping by his side.
"I will, always." He said and the goddess nodded satisfied. Apollo smiled at him and winked playfully making Allias blush slightly. He was left alone, an empty room, with empty seats. Big and dark, surrounded by nothing but his thoughts. He took a deep breath and decided to head out too, walk back towards Theseus and accompany him, help him with his revenge.
He had talked big back there, threatened and pretended he had everything figured out. Now though that he had a few minutes to breathe he was surprised with himself. It was so easy to put on a mask, so simple to hide one's true intentions, true fears and worries. As it seemed he was slowly mastering the technique.
He turned around and faced the opened door, recognizing a familiar figure standing at the doorframe. He hadn't heard a thing, no footsteps, no breathing, nothing that would signal her arrival. He stood still, expressionless as their eyes met and she smiled.
"So you want to kill me in my own house." She stated.
"That's the plan" Allias replied and got ready for a fight.
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