It took a lot for Protheus to feel impressed. Evermore so the older he beca.
And yet, he couldn’t help but be impressed by the sheer ability displayed before him.
Ti usually requires a concerted effort to manipulate if you aren’t channeling it through the use of an artifact.
But Abaddon stood here undaunted and unserious as the echoes of everything that had happened in Olympus whizzed by their vision.
The entire realm was put into reverse.
"How far back did gods start going missing?" Abaddon asked.
"... Approximately three months."
Abaddon nodded.
"That should be right around... here."
Ti suddenly stopped.
Abaddon turned to Ayaana and squeezed her butt.
"You’re up, my love.."
Ayaana blushed as she looked towards her feet. "...Boy, you know you make it hard to get to work like that."
"This way you’ll be real motivated to hurry up and co on back to us then."
Protheus was overwhelmingly unamused. "Could you act with a modicum of professionalism?"
"This my wife I’ll touch her if I feel like it." Abaddon spat.
Protheus turned his head away with an eye roll.
Finally, Abaddon tossed Ayaana up into the air.
Once she was at a sufficient height, her body expanded to take up the entire empty sky. The boundless rows of her glistening white coils reflected a rainbow colored hue onto the whole of Mount Olympus. Warming the place that had begun to feel uncharacteristically cold.
Abaddon started moving ti again once Ayaana was at a high enough vantage point.
Her vision was beyond the borders of the word exceptionality.
Her standard vision already spanned a full 360 degrees. But when she was directly looking at sothing, she could peel back the layers of reality and see it’s probabilities, any statistical anomalies, as well as that which was seen and unseen.
With Ayaana looking directly at all of Olympus, there was nothing, no matter how small, that could escape her notice.
She saw millions of different things all at once.
Dionysus was cheating on his diet again. There was a 62.21% chance that he was the one who had eaten the sweets so of the nymphs were hoarding and could no longer find. There was an 82.49% chance that they were going to find out.
Aphrodite had a portrait drawn of Abaddon, Ayaana, and Zahara. She kept it under her bed and used it to masturbate on occasion. There was a 100% chance Ayaana was going to set her temple on fire.
For so reason, Ayaana found so of her focus drifting towards the outskirts. And towards Deter.
Her temple had no visitors. No attendants.
Just her, and occasionally her daughter Persephone.
Deter spent a lot of her ti reading. Sotis she walked out into her field of grain and lay in it to imrse herself within the feeling.
But overwhelmingly, she spent much of her ti staring at the trident hanging directly above her hearth.
The look in her eyes was one of fondness and a bit of lancholy. It was as if she was never able to discover the hidden aning behind her gift or why the person had given it to her.
But she sat and stared at it for hours on end as if she were committed to solving the mystery.
That particular scene made Ayaana feel so type of way. Jealous. Protective. Anxious.
And then, when she saw Deter get whisked away by an invisible force, guilt also beca integrated in the mix.
’...Honey, can you umm... go back by around five seconds and slow it down 25%?’
Abaddon did as she requested from the ground. Ayaana paid closer attention to the scene.
Deter was polishing the trident above her hearth when she turned around as if she had heard sothing. Yet her ho appeared to be empty, at least on the surface.
When Deter went back to polishing, she was suddenly grabbed from behind by an invisible force.
She scread and there was a brief struggle before she and whatever grabbed her disappeared.
Frustration and a slight amount of indignation showed up on Ayaana’s scaly face.
"Honestly... this must be fate."
-
Ayaana plumted from the air and dropped tight into her husband’s arms.
"Have fun sightseeing?" Abaddon smiled.
He thought he might get a flirtatious remark in response, but instead, Ayaana quietly wrapped her arms around his neck.
"What’s this for?"
Ayaana was uncharacteristically quiet as she buried her face in her husband’s neck. "Because you’re my husband. And because I can."
"No argunt from there..."
Abaddon and Ayaana rubbed their faces against one another. The warm atmosphere they emitted together was enough to put the whole world at ease.
*Rumble!*
A nearby building was suddenly blown clean off Olympus.
Protheus, Ayaana, and Abaddon turned to the source and found a blue, golden-haired Zahara standing with her fist out.
"What in Tartarus’ na is wrong with you?!?" Protheus yelled.
"Oh, I’m sorry! My husband and my wife keep leaving out so I guess! *Pow!* I’ll! *Pow!* Just! *Pow!* GO FUCK MYSELFFF!!!"
Protheus fell to his knees as he watched his temple beco a great big dust storm.
"What... the fuck..."
"Z, baby. Co here." Ayaana curled her finger.
"Oh, you rember now?" Zahara walked over, but she didn’t do it happily.
"Aww, don’t be like that, sweetheart. You know our hearts don’t beat if you’re not with us."
Zahara’s cheeks were slightly pink as she returned to normal size.
"Sure." She looked away. "I an you two are being cute and leaving out in the cold with old dust beard over there, but no, yeah, sure, I believe you."
"Baby..."
"Don’t baby , you seductress. When I go ho I’m sleeping in Bagheera’s dog bed since my own is apparently just for two... or I guess eleven, but you get the point!"
Abaddon and Ayaana started to put more effort into their disgruntled lover.
"Can you please... just tell what you found so that you can all leave?!" Protheus roared.
The three dragons blinked as if they had forgotten he was there.
"Did you forget what you were here for?!" Protheus accused.
"Don’t be stupid. Of course, we didn’t." Abaddon is a liar.
"I don’t believe you! It’s as if you care about nothing that doesn’t concern each other’s bodies!"
"You’re being overdramatic." Abaddon is only halfway lying.
"Since you have done here you have done nothing but grope each other and look at each other with lust!"
"We have done no such thing!" Abaddon is a lying liar who lies.
He turned to Ayaana and placed his hands on her waist.
"Oh, my god." Protheus threw his hands in the air.
"Jesus, shut the fuck up. We’re married, we like each other, get over it."
Protheus sat down on the staircase and placed his head in his hands.
"...Tell us what you saw up there, love." Abaddon finally asked.
Ayaana reached towards her husband’s face and brushed aside a few strands of loose hair.
"... Strigori."
"Watchers?? You’re joking."
Ayaana shook her head. "Quite the coincidence, I know. And I almost didn’t believe it myself, but everyone I watched was taken in the exact sa way by the exact kinds of invisible entities."
"What is this you speak of...?" Protheus stood up abruptly. "Are you telling that God’s slave race has gone rogue?"
Zahara’s eyes narrowed. "The strigori are not-"
"Spare your semantics. What else would you call a race who cannot function as they wish and never deviates from their posts??"
Protheus began pacing about in a clear panic.
"He is my creator, but he never learns..." The titan paused and pointed a finger at Abaddon. "This is just like what happened with you all over again! Only this ti he is not here to clean up his mistakes and we are all left out in the cold!"
"You’re being hysterical." Abaddon narrowed his eyes. "We do not currently have any indication as to why the strigori have suddenly gone rogue. And no one has been left alone. You have the Judicator.
The pantheons still have their primordials and my wives and I are very much still around. Now that we know what we’re dealing with, there’s plenty we can do to take precautions while we work to get everyone back."
Abaddon, Ayaana, and Zahara turned around to talk amongst themselves.
"What are we thinking..?" Zahara looked back and forth between them.
"We’re going to have to start making so calls." Abaddon sighed. "Zheng needs to be inford on what we found and we should start talking about how we search for an army of the unsearchable."
Ayaana let out a small huff of air. "It’d be nice if they were back already. I’m sure they could lend a hand."
"Yes, well, Lusamine’s been keeping a close eye on that front herself so that ans we have to keep working with what we have for now."
Zahara blinked slowly. "You know... I think we may already have more than enough."
Abaddon stared into his eyes as if he were trying to decipher her thoughts.
When it finally dawned on him, he smiled wide enough to reveal all of his teeth.
"Well now... aren’t you the brilliant little genius."
"I was hoping you would realize that at so point~."
The two of them began kissing and Protheus let out another string of curses. In turn, their response was to flip him off and continue without pulling away.
All the while, Ayaana continued to stare at her husband’s head. The pangs of guilt she felt for keeping information to herself all but tore her heart to pieces.
But she told herself that it was okay. That she was being rational and protecting her husband from his anxiety.
It was sothing that good wives did... right?
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