Power Brings Power Chapter One

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Chapter One

The silence only lasted a few moments, but to Eutropius, the Greek god of divorce, it could very well have been ten minutes. Isis ran her hands through her hair, while Heru the Younger cursed under his breath.

“Blood Goddess, what are you talking about?” Eutropius asked Isis.

Heru the Younger looked at Eutropius, eyes dark and grim. “Thank you for bringing this to our attention, now you need to leave.”

“Isis,” Osiris addressed his wife. “Are you sure that she is back?” Osiris asked. “Surely you must be mistaken.”

“Does it look like I’m joking?” Isis yelled.

Osiris leaned back into his throne. His wife was never the type to yell. She couldn’t. She commanded magic that reacted to her emotions and needs.  The madder she got, the more damage she could do. She had to temper herself and make sure that it didn’t happen.

“Hold up; I heard that Haim Thea died a long time ago.”

His question was ignored, as Osiris rose from his throne.

“Summon the other gods… and get my worthless brother in here. We have a problem.”

“Excuse me, but I got a question.”

“And as I stated, you will be leaving. Now.”

Eutropius laughed. “I’m not leaving until I get some answers. And you are referring to a monster, when you are pointing someone who looks a lot like a friend of mine. So you are going to answer my question, or I’m going to stay until kingdom come.”

“There is a third option.” Heru the Younger offered. “We could kill you.”

“You could. Hell, you probably should. But you know as well as I do, that you would have to deal with some type of fallback.”

Heru the Younger sighed. “What do you know of Haim Thea?”

Eutropius shrugged slightly. “Not much, just what Hades told me.”

“Which was?”

“She was beautiful and extremely powerful; powerful enough to rule a majority of the ancient world.”

Heru the Younger nodded. “That is true. Do you know where she got her power from?”

“Blood.”

“No, well yes, but no. The Titans were the one to give her founding power. She uses blood as a sacrifice. We think.”

Eutropius nodded. They think. “But she is dead.”

Heru the Younger shook his head. “Not according to my mother.”

Eutropius looked at Heru’s mother who was walking in a circle.

Eutropius clicked his tongue and asked. “How do you know this?”

Heru the Younger looked at Eutropius and he got the feeling that he was talking with Hades. “I just do.”

Eutropius sighed. “Whatever. So why can’t you do what you did last time?”

“We didn’t do anything last time. It was a mortal that did it.” Osiris said.

“Then maybe she’s like the Giants of Greece, and can only be killed by a mortal.”

“Doubtful. Every pantheon she came into contact with sent an army against her; she sent all of them to the afterlife.”

“Then how did the mortal do it?”

“We don’t know. If we did, we wouldn’t be calling my brother.” Osiris interjected.

Eutropius blinked and wondered why they thought his friend was the first blood goddess. Before he could wonder in detail, the ground beneath his feet opened into a hole and he fell into it.

Landing with a thump, Eutropius got up and brushed the sand off his jeans. Taking a breath he felt his head go light and the room go dark.

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The frozen wind of the Arctic blew past Haim Thea and she barely felt the cold. A blood goddess’s nerves were less sensitive then mortals. Because of this, it made it possible for them to go places where a mortal couldn’t without wearing extra clothing. Haim Thea wore a pair of tight fitted blue jeans, a white tank top and a pair of sneakers. She stood over the Dumont d’Urville station and took a deep breath. There were exactly thirty-seven people down in the station. It would be enough to satisfy her hunger, for now.

Walking down from the small mount, she saw a little kid walk up to her holding a ball. She smiled; she loved kids. They were so sweet and innocent. Add a little terror, and they were perfect.

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Persephone wasn’t the type that got angry easily, she could get annoyed, and paranoid, with extreme ease, but she was rarely angry. Her first born, the Originals were gone. The vampires were dust in the wind, the soul of that insolent brat was missing, and, to kick it all off, she was low on energy. Persephone maybe had enough energy to create three vampires or one Original. That wasn’t including the trip energy.

She had spent centuries building her power base and in less time than it took for Zeus to get five mortal women pregnant, she had lost it all.

Persephone opened the fridge door of her father’s cottage and pulled out a covered plate of Ambrosia. Taking a bite of the food of the gods, she moaned. It had been centuries since she had even a slice. It was sweet and crisp. A bitter taste followed. Furrowing her brow in dislike, she knew it was going bad. Persephone shrugged it off and ate the rest of the food on the plate, then consumed the gallon of milk and the head of lettuce. With the fridge sadly emptied, she turned and headed into the bathroom.

The bath stood on legs. The walls were mostly white; an ivy plant design was painted from the top of the door throughout the room. Persephone turned on the faucet. The water came out cold, sinking into the tub; she closed her eyes and felt for life. It was a gift that once belonged to her mother. The only problem was that she needed to be immersed in water for it to work. Or at least her mother did.  Pushing out some of her power, she felt for life in the desolate land. Strange thing was that she felt none. She knew that this part of the world was basically uninhabited from humans and gods but she knew it was a place of research. There should be a few life signatures. What happened to them? She wondered.

Did her minions take all of them earlier? She knew they took a few for themselves, and gave her the rest but did they take all of them? The answer didn’t matter; as of right now she needed servants. She closed her eyes again and sent out more power to feel for life. She could not feel even the animals. So she focused harder and forced her power to cover the whole continent. Instead of life she felt power. Immense power. She broke the connection and panted.

She had to get out of here, power like that was not natural, not right. It was something that shouldn’t be free. She had to get out of here, but first she had to destroy anything that could be used to track her. Fire, it was the only way to destroy her essence that was throughout the house. Quickly getting out of the tub she closed her eyes and transmuted the air into clothing and went into the living room.

There was a fire in the hearth. It had been burning since she had arrived. Someone must have ignited it. Whoever it was, she owed that person her thanks. Breaking the wooden shelves that held her step-mother’s knick knacks, she tossed the wood onto the fire and laid some of the other pieces near the fire and walked into the kitchen. Opening the cupboard doors, she searched for anything flammable. She found three cans of cooking spray, more than likely Hera’s as Zeus couldn’t cook, two bottles of whiskey and a bottle of wine. Reading the back of the cans she laughed. “Do not put under pressure.” She grinned and said to herself “Sounds like fun.”

Walking back into the living room, she noticed the fire was starting to catch on the wood. Taking a can of the cooking spray she tossed it into the fire, then another one and the last. Making sure she had the alcohol in hand, she teleported out of the house and back to what used to be her residence.

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Haim Thea looked over what she had just done. She was proud of herself even though it wasn’t as good as it once was, but she had all the time in the world to re-perfect her art. Although, her mind was somewhat occupied with what she had just done, nonetheless she felt something. No, it was someone reaching out trying to make contact with her. Closing her eyes, she traced the power back to the point of origin.

Haim Thea observed the surroundings in which she now found herself occupying. The house was charred but not ash. The life that once flowed through the house was gone. Fire it was beautiful but it could destroy the spiritual aspects of things as well as the physical. She lost the only clue she had to finding the person who located her. But that was ok; it would give her something to do. Besides, tracking someone across the face of the Earth could be fun.