[identity profile] aidoneus-rex.livejournal.com
It came to Hades in a dream...

It's pretty dead out in the New Mexico desert, at least as far as sentient life goes. It's also bright, and hot.

But when a pillar of smoke resolves into a god, the landscape seems to take on some shades of blue and gray to compete with the sand and scrub. "Well. This could just work..." A flick of a hand, a wave of an arm, and the Bat Ampitheatre is suddenly a bit more gothic, a bit more forbidding (not that, in the portable gloom, it wasn't forbidding enough in the first place), the path lit by dimly glowing torches. It is, Hades decides as he majestically descends the stone steps, a very good place for a temple.

The mouth of the cave widens as Hades approaches, stretching into a gaping maw edged in streaks of stone that could look like flames-- or teeth.

It needs a guardian. It needs a lot.

But as Hades descends into the vast cave that will begin this broken world's Underworld, it's with a light heart and blue flame slipping pleasantly down his shoulders.

It will work.
[identity profile] iheartalgore.livejournal.com
[ After this. ]

A couple of extremes waltz arm and arm into Smallville: an extremely tall man, and an extremely curvaceous woman. To the naked human eye they aren't much more than that, but to those who can see past glamors and illusions can tell they're far more expansive than they seem.

And those who can read minds might glean that the both of them are on a Mission. (Dun dun dunnnn?)
[identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
[ooc: Totally, totally plotlocked – sorry! >_>]

Somewhere in Crete, there is a man sitting on a busted-up dock.

The whole island, all of its history, all of its most favored tourist attractions – it's all gone. Dead. Broken, gray, empty, lost.

(Is this even the Crete he knew?)

This isn't how it was in the Beginning, and not how Ouranos saw it ending, but here he is, and the world is moving on. The sea is rolling without Posiedon's help, and the clouds are rolling without Ouranos' influence, and the grass is growing without Gaia's gentle coaxing, and the people who are left are surviving and living and they'll keep doing just that, he's sure.

He knows his presence doesn't mean much of anything, anymore... not here.

(Then again, he can't remember the last time it did.)


"Ge?"
[identity profile] father-sky.livejournal.com
It's the middle of the night in Kansas when the entire sky lights up with a flash of lightning, followed by a dramatic BOOM! of thunder that rattles the windows of every building.

Every building across the world.



There's no storm, though, and the sky quiets back down as quickly as it awoke.

Welcome to the world you never thought you'd see, Ouranos.

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