“Were you born blind, Patry?”
Patry was behind her tying the knots of her gown at the back. It was a cream colored gown that Goyre had provided. It was a one piece cloth that closed with strings at the back. Patry gently pulled the strings close and tied them in place. The way she worked around the room without the aide of a stick was as though she was born blind but was she born as a servant of Goyre?
“I lost my sight as a child.”
“Was that before or after you started to work for Goyre?”
Patry finished with the last of the strings and moved to stand in front of Phoenix. “Why do you ask all these questions?” she asked with a laugh.
“Because I noticed the iron clamps around you neck and ankles and how naturally you move within this place. Only someone born as a servant will have knowledge of Goyre’s temple the way you do.”
Patry lowered her eyes. “I lost my sight before I
Days bleed into days, days bleed into weeks and Phoenix remained in the home of Goyre. No other person knew of her presence in the pantheon except Goyre herself and Patry. Goyre had voiced concerns about her presence in the pantheon but she would not reveal why she couldn’t let any of the other gods see her no matter how much she asked.But as more weeks passed Phoenix began to yearn to be outside the confines of the meta temple. She longed to see the forests and the blue skies again, she longed to be among more people and not just be in the company of Patry. When she could not endure the boredom anymore she approached Goyre.Goyre was in the hall like always and before her were 2 Pyrs performing sexual acts on each other. Phoenix walked into the hall and averted her gaze from the sight in front her. Many times since she was brought to Goyre’s dwelling she walked into the goddess’s many parties with the Pyrs. She never could understand why Goyre enjoy
The streets of the city shone like polished brass. The stones in the pathways shone like precious stones, even the walls and temples of every god reflected light as though they were the stars themselves. Along the streets of the city mystical creatures moved. Elves, fairies, daemons, even living gargoyles walked the streets of the city. It was like a normal human city but with creatures of fairy tales. And among these the servants of gods and goddesses went about their business like any human would. The city of the gods surpassed any city of man with higher technology and glorious beauty. While mankind built events arena where festivals and other occasions took place, the city of the gods had stadiums and courts for different events. Though the city shone like the sun itself there were floodlights on every building illuminating the already luminescent city.Among all of these Demeus and Torlan moved with the throng of mystical creatures under the guise of servants with clothe
The dungeon door was thrown open casting bright light in Helena’s eyes. She blinked against the light and brought her head up to see 2 figures whose faces were obscured due to the intensity of the light behind them. Her legs were bound in chains but her hands were free. Robos in his cruelty had left her hands free knowing that she would not be able to do anything with them, they lay broken and partially disfigured beside her. On her forehead sweat formed in beads and ran down her face into the her tunic which was already heavy with sweat.“Is this what the queen of the gods has been reduced to?”She recognized the voice. She smiled against the pain in her face but her smile was lifeless as it was meant to be.“Have you come here to complete the work Robos started, Termla? You’re is concubine after all.”The dungeon door closed with a loud clanging sound. Footsteps drew closer until they were right in front of her. Terml
Goyre despised men and their weakness but mostly importantly she hated how weak they were in bed. She loved to enjoy the pleasures of her body and no man, not even Pyrs could please her the way she liked. But there was one who pleased her far beyond her expectations. He was the demigod, crown prince of Jamark, Uruel. Even now with her breasts pressed against the metal walls of her chambers and his hard shaft pounding inside her, she marveled desire coiled in her belly waiting to be released. His strong hands griped her full breasts as he pumped harder inside her, flesh slapping against flesh. Goyre reached up over her head and griped his head in her hands, she bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan. When he leaned his head down to bite her shoulder she held his head tighter and cried out as pleasure ripped through her. She shuddered violently against him, her knees buckled but the strength of his arms kept her from falling over. Soon he joined her in the heights of pleasure with a groa
“Garriel was a good and strong man. The ritual was supposed to work,” he growled in displeasure. Goyre handed him pieces of his clothing and watched him dress.“Why do you need to enhance the strength of your men? You are a demigod, you have half the powers of gods running through your veins. If you wish to conquer nations you only need to say the word and it is done “Uruel tied the laces of his armor with clipped aggressive movements. Yet another failure in his desire to enhance the strength of his men. Goyre saw his displeasure and she went to him to put her arms around him.“Even as a demigod I need strong men to fight by my side. What pleasure will it bring me to be a strong king when I have weak men guarding me. I want the soldiers of Jamark to be the strongest in all the world, I want them to conquer nations until the whole world fall to their knees before me.”“You can make them daemons.”&ldq
The fanfare resounded all over Eyrotia. The people were merry as they advanced towards the King’s Seat where the royals, the nobles, the gods and soldiers waited. Before them was the seer since he was the link connecting the people to the gods. In his hand he held his staff and on his tunic were the emblems of the goddesses of the earth and fertility for whom the festival was celebrated. As Eyrotians gathered to celebrate, allies of the kingdom, merchants and invited guests also gathered to partake in the blessings. The people took their places on the seats carved out of stone, the drummers, harpists, the cymbalists and the men blowing the horn made their music as they moved to the circular center space of the structure followed by the seer and seven priests from different temples to represent the gods in attendance, they stood in front of seven altars which had been built in preparation for the festival. Goyre, goddess of the earth and wind was in attendance, the goddess of f
Months went by since the celebration of the harvest. Phoenix was back to her life in the pantheon. Another year had gone by since Goyre took her to her realm and she continued with her training, sharpening her skills in combat. She lived a peaceful life in the pantheon. She lived a life free of hateful glances and devilish plots. At the feast thrown by the king after the rituals of the harvest festival she could not help but notice the evil looks Merea threw her way but she did her best to ignore them as she filled Barigo in on her life with the goddess. He was ecstatic to hear of her ability with the sword and he promised that should she ever desire to come to the kingdom and join the army she had his full support.As Phoenix swung her sword thrust it at an invisible enemy, rotated her wrist to aim it at another invisible enemy on a bright sunny day at the magical forest in Goyre’s realm she considered the possibilities of going back to the kingdom. As much as she enjo
Phoenix was amazed at Patry’s hostility to the demigod but when she spoke of it the only response she got was a forced smile and a vague, “To are thinking too much of it.” So she discarded the issue and continued with her life. For while, she put off talking to the goddess about her decision to go back to the kingdom but when she could barely hold it anymore she spoke with Patry who encouraged her by telling her that goddess would not think her ungrateful for wanting to go back home. So Phoenix made the decision and in the sixth month of the second year of her stay in the pantheon, she approached the goddess. Hung up her armor in the room she put her fighting tools and made her way to the hall. But Goyre was not there neither were any of the servants of Pyr. The hall was completely empty except for the pale dragon that slept beneath the foot of Goyre’s throne. Phoenix backtracked and headed to the goddess’s chambers. She had just pushed open the door when she stopped