Olympus is fairly peaceful.
Aside from the brotherly monsters who come to destroy the place every one-hundred years or so, and the rampant acts of sexual harassment / assault, it was a pretty nice place to be.
A lone mountain stands high above a fantastical sea of pillowy clouds.
Permanently carved into the side is a city made from white marble and populated by Mycenaeans- a race of missing humans that predate modern Greeks.
They wear togas the color of white, and women and young children are adorned with flowers in their hair.
The Mycenaeans make their homes and markets beneath the grand white steps that lead to the actual home of the titan deities- The true Mt. Olympus that sits at the very mountain peak.
However, it is very common to find the children of the titans down in the city below.
Sometimes they are causing terror and committing acts of debauchery, but for the most part they are just drinking and having sex.
Other than that, the place is relatively calm and-
"IT'S A FUCKING MONSTER!!"
"RUN, BITCH! RUNNNN!!"
"PROTECT THE CHILDREN!!"
"OH MY GOD, WHAT HAVE THESE FUCKING GODS DONE NOW!?"
A large grey beast caused unbridled panic when it suddenly dropped out of the sky into the middle of the market.
The creature was so ferocious looking that no one seemed to notice that it was not outwardly hostile, and seemed more curious than anything.
It took less than a minute for the entire bazar to clear out.
While the humans fled like rats with the lights cut on, some gods trickled onto the scene.
Chief among them was Dionysus, who up until a moment ago was busy receiving fellatio from... actually, he wasn't sure. He just knew that somebody was down there.
Nevertheless, it was a jarring and disappointing way to end an otherwise pleasurable encounter. He didn't want to sober up this quickly.
At the sight of the large grey creature sniffing about the cracked ground, he almost turned tail and ran along with them.
And he very likely would have, if he did not run smack into a wall of iron.
"Where do you think you are going, you disgusting coward...?"
Dionysus gulped. "N-Nowhere, grandfather."
Kronos shook his head in disgust as he shoved past the drunken olive-skinned man.
He and four others passed down the steps with narrow gazes and a tense air surrounding them.
Their eyes were locked on the palanquin on top of the beast and the horrible auras they could feel emanating from it.
'Unbelievable... Why the hell is he here..?'
Last he checked, the Greek gods hadn't done anything to warrant a visit from this man.
In fact, he kept a rather tight leash on them to make sure that they never did.
If he should discover that his numerous warnings were going unimpeded, then death would be the least of their concerns.
Suddenly, the curtains to the palanquin fluttered open and a beautiful woman stepped out into view.
Coincidentally, they met Ares and Aphrodite who, equally coincidentally, were in the process of killing Dionysus and creating a new legend. The reason why? Who knows...
However, everything kind of screeched to a halt once they noticed Abaddon and Ayaana's presences in the realm. The three were practically blindsided.
Ares was immediately transfixed. The war god felt as if he had hit a rut, with no identifiable idea of how he could grow further.
War gods are typically beings who function the best when they have other suitable rivals to test themselves against.
Bitter struggles are what help them reach newer levels of understanding about themselves and the world around them.
Meeting Abaddon and Ayaana was one of the best things that could happen to him; as it gave him not one, but two new mountain peaks in the same day.
Dionysus was also impacted by their beauty, but as far as he was concerned, that was wholly unimportant when compared to the wine they were drinking.
It was indescribably unique.
The flavor was divine perfection, but it was the magical alcohol content that was the true work of art. When drinking it, one can either get a mild buzz or completely shit-faced. It all depends on the inner wants of the one who's drinking.
Dionysus wasn't exactly known for enjoying things in moderation.
He became completely, horrifically intoxicated and puked all over Ayaana's heels.
Was it funny? Of course it was.
Just not to the loving couple.
The only reason Dionysus still gets to still draw breath is because Abaddon considered cutting out the heart of a drunk person to be a form of bullying, and he was most certainly not a bully.
So he only broke the wine god's nose and left. Ayaana also cursed him so that every glass of wine he poured would turn into piss.
The girls really liked those heels.
That aside, the lingering affects of the wine did not just go away, and Dionysus was drunk for the next 100 years because of it.
When he was finally able to sober up, he immediately tried to start drinking again, to poor and sometimes disgusting results.
But more than anything, he couldn't forget the taste or delightful inebriation that he experienced on that fateful day.
He tried contact Abaddon and Ayaana numerous times to speak to them, but just getting to the abyss is hard if you have no one from there to take you. Communication with someone within it is even harder without the know-how.
Now that this opportunity was right in front of him, he wouldn't squander it and would use this moment to belt out his long awaited apology.
"Look, guys, I-"
"Move."
Kronos abruptly shoved Dionysus to the floor before he could embarrass himself further.
Abaddon and Ayaana were also titans. They were not dwarfed in size by Kronos in the slightest.
But that didn't stop them from standing in front of him as if they were somehow more diminutive.
"Why have you-"
*Crack!*
A nearby home was knocked down completely out of the blue, and a familiar unnerving voice spoke out from within the dust.
"Oh my. How awkward... I had truly forgotten just how
fragile
this place could be."