Chapter Twelve

I’ve been in trouble since I don’t know when
I’m in trouble now and I now somehow I’ll find trouble again
I’m a loner, but I’m never alone
Every night I get one step closer to the danger zone
Dirty White Boy
Foreigner

  The women currently living in Aphrodite’s body paced around the observation deck of her ship. Having witnessed the destruction of a quarter of her troops from high above the Earth the mood was a little tense. “Get that redheaded bitch in here,” she scowled to the man at her side. Ares just upped the ante but good. Well he’d be sorry for, she’d make sure damn sure he was writhing over it before she was done with him.

The ship was enormous Enya thought as she wandered around. Upon coming aboard she’d been given a very nice room and no one stopped her when she walked out of it a while ago. From up here she saw Earth in all her blue and green glory, the sight was truly breath taking. It would be a shame to watch it all go up in flames but, then again, such things were well beyond her control. At the end of this dark path all she wanted was the love of Ares and the woman promised she would have it.

People passed her by in the corridors of the spacious ship, well they weren’t ‘people’ technically speaking, they were of several different alien races and not one of them in a uniform. Seemed this rag-tag troop of mercenaries and warriors didn’t believe in such things as uniforms or not even in bathing all that often. There was distinct odor aboard the ship smelled like sweat and old socks but it was just below the surface enough to be noticed but not enough to be annoying. Wandering around she couldn’t read any of the signs of markings it was all in some odd language she’d never seen before and those around her holding conversations did so in a tongue she’d never heard.

Coming up behind the dazed woman was easy it was when she turned around that things became difficult. A bronze hand reached down and laid itself on Enya’s shoulder. “En…” The small redheaded woman turned around and looked up at him. “Callestah?” It was a softly whispered question. Aphrodite warned him how much this one looked like her but he had thought her exaggerating. Looking down at Ares’ consort her realized she was not exaggerating.

“No, I am Enya.”

“Forgive me,” came his deep voice. “You look so like her it is easy to see why Ares made you Immortal and kept you so long in his bed. He must have searched far and wide for you.”

“I serve him well,” she challenged. “He does not bed me just because I look like her.”

With piercing gold eyes he took the small woman in head to toe and round belly. Not only did she look like Callestah but she had that defiant streak as well. The simple loincloth at his hard waist began to protrude from its relaxed position. “Yes, he does. And you speak like her, did he teach you that?” The man with the golden eyes, bronze skin and….were those wings on his back? “I beg your pardon, I am Eros and my Mother wishes to see you immediately. You will come with me now.”

“Eros? Ares’ son? Daniel Jackson kil--.”

“Don’t say his name!” Eros cautioned. “As you can see I am quite well and alive once more.” Truer words were never spoken by God or Man. Aphrodite convinced Hades that she would need assistance with this plan and what better aide for her to have than her Son? Hades, the fool, agreed to give them back their life’s breath so that they would be victorious and bring Callestah back to the Underworld. However, neither Eros nor Aphrodite had any intention of stepping foot in Hades’ domain again. Let Hades’ rot in his Black Palace, they would breathe the free air and rule the world together, Mother and Son. Grasping the very pregnant woman by her arm Eros lead her down the corridor and to where Aphrodite waited for them. “Tell me, how is Callestah, my Sister?”

Walking the corridors of the neatly kept ship, Enya spit on the shiny floor below her at the sound of the woman’s name and gave him no answer. Eros ushered them into the room where his Mother waited for them.

“We have a deal,” Aphrodite said though at the moment she looked and sounded a bit older than she had previously. “You will tell me what they plan…now.”

Enya listened closely to the conversations had before she left Ares’ cave so abruptly and now she spilled everything to the woman who promised her Ares’ heart. “Before I left, my Lord was deep in argument with Poseidon and Morpheus, he wished Morpheus to bring him Duncan MacLeod.”

“For what purpose?” The woman who looked like Aphrodite but sounded like an old crone croaked.

“He wishes MacLeod to enter Avalon.”

“What’s in Avalon that Father would want?” Eros asked both women.

“I don’t know.” Enya answered.

Looking at Earth through the large force field, which served as a window, the women in Aphrodite’s body pondered the situation. Ares had many secrets and Aphrodite was not privy to all of them by any means. What did he want in Avalon? “I do not believe that MacLeod can enter Avalon but he can enter the Dark Kingdom.”

“Yes,” Enya spoke up, “something was said about that and Valhalla.”

“Valhalla?” Eros said. “How does Ares intend to enter there? And what does he want?” The idea that his Father was allotted time in which to mount a defensive really irked Eros who wanted nothing more than to swoop in and blow the fucking shit out of Ares. No fuss. No muss.

“The Valkyrie.” Aphrodite returned. “Ares cannot free them, it must be Thor or Odin.” She looked quickly at Enya. “Were either of them with Ares?”

Enya thought about it for a second, she had seen someone rather odd looking but was distraught and thought nothing of it at the time. “Little gray alien creature?” She asked. “About this tall?” Enya held her hand waist high.

“Yes,” Aphrodite hissed.

“There was a being like that with SG-1, I saw them when I was running away.”

“What else do you know?” Eros demanded.

“Nothing, I ran away before I could hear anything more.” Enya told him. “Ares was enraged he threw me out.”

“I imagine Ares is quite pissed off.” Eros intoned with a smile as he gazed at Enya’s full belly. “Surely you knew this would invoke my Father’s wrath so why did you do it? Are all redheads vixens like you and my Sister?”

“I didn’t set out to get pregnant,” Enya said cautiously. “I never intended for Ares to know.”

“Cats’ outta the bag,” Eros smirked. “My Lady, what shall we do now?”

The women staking claim to the body of the Lady Aphrodite looked their Son through and through. “I know them both well. Callestah, she will go to Scotland first and she will go with MacLeod….”

“You don’t know that he’s joined up with them.” Eros said. “MacLeod never trusted Ares and Ares always hated him.”

“Times like these can bring even mortal enemies together.” She said. “No, Morpheus found MacLeod and when Duncan saw Callestah he could not say no to Ares’ demand.” The woman smiled a wicked little grin and then frowned. “After she claims Excalibur she will go the Dark Kingdom and enlist their help. From there she’ll return to her Father giving him the prizes he sent her after and then she will be off to Valhalla with Thor or Odin.”

“What shall we do, Mother?” Eros asked coming up behind her. “How shall we strike at them?”

The woman looked down at Enya with glowing blue eyes. “Tell me, girl, is there a pair of golden shackles in your Masters’ chambers? Ones with large sapphires?”

“The Chains of Hephaestus, yes, My Lord Ares has these.” Enya agreed. “They are behind a shield in his Throne Room.”

“Does he also possess a gold crown and scepter?” Aphrodite asked.

Enya didn’t have to think about it. “No, Callestah has these.” Aphrodite’s eyes narrowed on her and Enya realized a further explanation was needed. “Callestah came upon these things on another planet, she used them to free her Husband of his brother for the most part. Ares let them stay with her he did not take them back I think he was trying to impress the little whore.” Enya offered a further bit of information. “They are kept in her Husband’s office, in a glass case with one of my Lord’s spears.”

Wrapping his arms around Aphrodite, Eros whispered, “What are you thinking?”

“You will require your bow and arrows,” Aphrodite said though she was deep in thought. “Girl, do you know where these items are?”

“As far as I’m aware, they are still in your Tower, Lord Eros.” Enya replied.

“Ares has left his home unguarded, you will claim your weapons and then the Chains.” Aphrodite said leaning back against the warmth of her Sons’ slender body. “I will go to my Daughter’s home and claim Ares’ crown and scepter lest she return them to him.”

“And then?” Eros asked holding her close.

“And then I will enslave Ares. I shall pick off the members of Callestah’s family, those she loves most, one by one, until none remain while she and her Father watch without hope of saving them.” Aphrodite turned around in Eros’ arms to lay her head against his furless bronze chest.

“Enslave Ares?” Enya asked with a raised eyebrow. “As you just reminded me, Aphrodite, we have a deal. What good is Ares to me if he is enslaved?”

“So we do,” Aphrodite whispered without looking back at the young girl. “You shall be his Mistress,” she cooed and smiled up at Eros. “Ares will bend a knee to you. You shall hold sway over him and the God of War will grovel at your feet.”

“Lady?” Enya ventured. “Maybe it would be smart to move your ships they have things that can see you up here.”

“Nonsense, these ships are cloaked, they cannot see us, not even if we were right on top of them.” She winked at Eros then turned around to face the pregnant woman. “Go to your room and rest, I’ll let you know if I need you again.”

“Of course, Lady, whatever service I may perform.” Enya bowed and backed out of the room feeling uneasy. Some would have said she’s made a pact with the devil the day she let Ares into her bed but if you asked Enya she might tell you that she hadn’t sold her soul until today.

“Shouldn’t we wait until they’ve gone?” Eros asked. “Once she’s off to Avalon, the Husband will be under the mountain with Ares and the other warriors, MacLeod will be with her, the house will be empty and so will Father’s home.”

“Are you afraid to be caught by your Father my handsome Son?” Aphrodite asked. “This never troubled you before.” She purred licking her lips and smiling at him. Aphrodite was elated to be alive and whole once more, no longer in Hades’ cold arms and empty bed but here among the living.

Eros’ lip curled, he’d been insulted when Ares sent Daniel Jackson after him rather than doing his own dirty work. Still, with Callestah’s help, Daniel had bested him in battle. The little shit wouldn’t do it again even if he was Immortal. “I am afraid of no God or man.” Eros intoned. “I only wish to keep the advantages we have. But, I will retrieve the Chains, you get his symbols of lordship, we will meet back here very soon.”

Arriving on at his Tower Home on his Island, Eros discovered his bow and quiver of arrows was missing. In fact all of his weapons were missing and he hadn’t been ferried across with them. Perhaps they were across the small water way in Ares’ cave. Looking down upon it from his high bedroom Eros saw the boulder closing the entrance. Blocking it off had been wise on Ares part, the sea washed up to the boulder and over the rock to leave a watermark roughly eighteen feet high, left open the water would have rushed inside and carried everything away. The boulder was no protection from Eros’ magick.

Disappearing from the open porch surrounding his bedroom and reappearing on the sands in front of the boulder Eros moved his hand in the air and waved it aside. It took a moment for his golden eyes to adjust to the dim light.

“Ares?” Asked a female voice and was followed by the deep murmur of several more voices. “Lord, is that you?”

Ares went away leaving his harem unguarded that was a bad move on his part. Striding down the main corridor of carved stone Eros morphed into Ares complete with black leather armor and embattlements. “I have returned,” he said walking into the main room where the women were waiting for their Lord. “Come Ladies, worship your Lord.”

Oh, what was a little pit stop going to hurt? Why shouldn’t Eros indulge himself with his Father’s women? After all, Ares owed it to him for stealing his weapons.

Snapping his fingers in the air and in Ares’ voice Eros called out “Nectar! Ambrosia! You there,” he pointed to Krystal, “dance for me!” Chalice of Nectar in hand, Eros settled upon his Father’s throne. “You and you, on your knees before me!” Taking a head count Eros noted there were twenty-seven women. A low number for Ares whose stable once consisted of more than four hundred mortal women. Though smaller than usual it was clear Ares spared no effort in assembling this stable and filling it with the most exotic and gorgeous women this planet had to offer. It was truly a stable worthy of a God. The Wolf in Ares never could stop fucking for very long. Eros, newly arisen from the Underworld and having his own lost time to make up for parted his bronze legs wide so the two women between them could take turns gobbling down his hard shaft. Swallowing down the last of the Nectar in the chalice he held it out to a woman next to him without looking at her. “More!” Eros ordered, “Much more!” She took the gold cup from him while his hands clamped down on the head of the woman between his legs. “More,” he whispered again, “much much more.” Sitting back on his Father’s throne with his Father’s whores sucking so expertly on his aching hard cock, Eros looked up to see the Chains of Hephaestus over the massive hearth. Very good. Sitting there indulging himself, Eros intended to have his fill of Ares’ women, the Nectar and the Ambrosia but his own body betrayed him. The fire rose in his belly and before he could stop it, his hard cock ushered forth a large load of juice which did…..

“It doesn’t taste like cherries,” the blonde woman said from between his legs. “You’re not Ares!” She charged and stood up.

Eros had no idea his Father’s spunk tasted like cherries but obviously these women did. With no choice left, Eros morphed from Ares shape to his own. “No, I’m not. But like my Father I shall take what I want and lay waste to the rest.” One by one Ares’ women were struck down by his hand, shards of orange energy flew everywhere cutting them asunder as they ran from him. The blonde between his legs was first to go.

All around him the stench of charred flesh met Eros’ nostrils and he was pleased by the fact that he had been the one to burn the bodies. Out of twenty-seven women, seven tickled his fancy enough to let them live—well at least until they’d sated him—those seven cowered in the corner now huddled together like little children.

“My Father will bow to me,” Eros told them and stole the Chains from their place over the heart. “But not before you do.”

Eros and Ares’ women disappeared from the sight of the carnage and reappeared on Aphrodite’s ship. Too bad if good old Mom didn’t appreciate the extra females, he didn’t intend to spend his entire life fucking just his Mother no matter how beautiful she was, nope, not even after she absorbed Callestah and Eros was once again free to ravage all the delights his sister had to offer. Which, by the way, was an idea that Eros wasn’t all that keen on. Now that he was thinking about it, that daughter of hers…Colleen, she was a sweet young thing. She was good and ripe and peeking his curiosity. By the time Daniel Jackson breathed his last breath, Eros would have Mother and Daughter in his bed. Maybe, if he was feeling particularly gracious, he’d allow Ares and Daniel to watch his conquest.

End of Chapter Twelve
The Cradle Will Fall
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