Chapter Fifty-Five

Olympus

Wolfgar was near exhaustion after having pulled off such a dazzling feat.  After making sure his guests were comfortable in their new accommodations he retired to what had once been Zeus’ Throne Room.  The living portions of this formerly grand palace hadn’t been strong enough to withstand the explosion Ares set off so many years ago.  Yet here in this forgotten place, the Dungeon was still fortified and his guests would not present a problem.  The Gazing Room was gone, nothing but rubble and ruin.  Yes, the Throne Room still stood though it was missing one wall, to keep out the elements Wolfgar simply put up an energy field rather than rebuilding the wall.  The field bowed outward and gave the absent wall a fishbowl-like appearance.  He liked it better this way, now he had a lovely view of Olympus and the clouds below him.  Certainly, this was a place befitting his stature as the new King of Everything.  Zeus’s Throne had also withstood Ares insult and it still stood on its platform, in all of its golden glory, dominating the entire room with its thirty-foot columns, upon the painted ceiling above the Gods assembled and kept watch.  Wolfgar had no idea as to how They managed to escape such devastation in tact but They had done so without as much as a mark on them.  Wolfgar liked to sit on the Throne of his Great-Great-Grandfather and take in the view.  From here he would keep watch over the world with a sharp eye.  Out there now it was snowing hard the wind was whipping the white flakes into frenzy like an angry child with a yo-yo.

Soon, Wolfgar would rebuild this place and restore it to its grandeur and place in history.  It would be easy since he would have throngs of slaves to recreate every exacting detail.  For now, even with its less than stellar condition, Zeus’ home was Wolfgar’s home.

Just to the left of the foot of the Throne stood Wolfgar’s bed onto which he now collapsed widthwise with his legs dangling off the side his feet flat on the floor.  The simple act of lying his big body down was heavenly for a few moments but just as the fullness of relaxation washed over him, he grew restless.  Sleep was a foreign concept to him lately and it was beginning to take a toll.  With so much to do who could sleep?  Being so close to the final goal sleep was a luxury he could not afford.  Hunger rumbled in his toned stomach.  “Feed me!”  He bellowed to no one knowing that his mother or Tula would hear his demand and come running with a tray laden with the finest foods.  After all, they couldn’t be too far away what with Zeus’ formerly grand palace being so much smaller these days.  It wouldn’t be soon enough to keep his lids from gently closing down over the deep brown eyes.  He would like very much to curl up on his side right now and doze off if it were not for the stiffness in his legs and the insistence it brought that he get the hell up!  To go where and do what?  It had been days since he had slept.  Wolfgar laid his forearm over his eyes to block out the remaining light.

“You commanded a feast, my Lord.”

That was an unwelcome voice.  “What have you brought me?”  He asked without looking at the man who’d come to serve him.

The next thing Wolfgar heard was the sound of the tray abruptly meeting the nightstand next to him.  “Get up you spoiled brat.”  Rasputin hissed.  “There is still work to do.”

“I’m aware.  Are you aware that I should kill you for you tried to do?”  Now Wolfgar dragged himself to a sitting position.  “How dare you try to kill her?  Behind my back no less.  I thought I could trust you.”

“I thought I raised you better than to go off chasing foolish old wives tales!”  The Mad Monk roared.  “We want Altair Ain.”

“You want Altair Ain.  I want it all.”  He sneered with his hands gripping the mattress below him.  “I’m going to have it.”  Now he looked over at the food, most of which had spilled onto the table and then the floor, Rasputin brought him.  Fruits, vegetables, some cheese.  “What is that?”  He slapped the tray high into the air.  “Bring me something hearty to eat!  I am starving!  Do you know how much energy I’ve expended these last few days?”

True enough, Rasputin thought, the Man Who Would Be God had had a very busy few days indeed.  “I…apologize…,” he said slowly, “my actions were…impetuous.”

“To say the least.”  Wolfgar snorted. “Don’t do it again.  I will not hesitate to lay you low, my mentor.  Don’t ever forget who’s in charge here.  I am. Not you.”

“Yes, I see that.  To be fair, my lord, she has to die anyway.  I thought if we could just get it out of the way…”

“If you could just cheat me out of my Birthright, you mean.”  Wolfgar corrected as he snatched an apple from the floor and bit into it with a heavy crack.  “Then maybe I’d be a good boy, a controllable boy but that’s not going to happen.”  Spitting out a few seeds along with a bit of meat from the fruit he wiped the back of his hand across his face to clear the juice.  “I am going to rule this world, you’ll see.”

“Yes, I see that as well.”  Rasputin gave reluctantly.  He had so hoped to be able to control Wolfgar throughout most of the boy’s life or at least until Rasputin no longer needed him.  Truth be told, Rasputin never believed in Oblivion or that old legend the Gods liked to tell when they were drunk and sitting around campfires.  Bacchus did and it should have been he who raised Wolfgar, played mentor to him, and saw this through to the end.  It seemed that Daniel Jackson had other plans and Bacchus simply lost his head.  Very fortuitous for Rasputin, not so good for the God of Wine.  “I am only here to serve.  I will bring you wine and meat.”  With that, Rasputin gave a slight bow and backed out of the Throne Room with his eyes never leaving Wolfgar’s.  Best to play along and find favor with the coming New World Order than risk being left out in the cold.

“Bring me Brigid when you return.”

“As you command.” Rasputin agreed.  The boy never could hold his dick in his pants.  No that was one discipline that appeared would escape Wolfgar for all of his days.

Some food and well sated cock and Wolfgar would be on his way back to Altair Ain as Annie’s friend Randy where he would learn the news of the sudden disappearances of so many of the Jackson Family.  The place would be in chaos, David Jackson would be up to his eyeballs in panic and, in the confusion, Calla would be left largely untended.  Hades would inform them that those who had vanished were not dead, he would search the Underworld high and low and not rest until every inch of it was scoured and he would come up empty.

The hardest was yet to come.  He was ready or he would be.  When he returned and was able to be alone with her as Randy the Helpful Physical Therapist was apt to be he would bring her all the way down through the layers of sleep and to the backdoor of the Underworld.  From there they would make a treacherous journey to Tartarus and by nightfall, he would deliver her to Oblivion.

Come sunrise the world would awaken to find things had drastically changed while they slept.  Part of him mourned the fact that his Father wouldn’t be here to witness any of it.  Perhaps one day they would find a way off Sengul but with Calla dead and his guests in the Dungeon until they no longer served his purposes it wouldn’t be any time soon.  “Pity.” He said to no one in a low voice and took another bite of the apple.  Nicholas Jackson would never know just how much of the best of him Wolfgar had gotten.  “Probably dead by now anyway.”  He sighed and threw the remains of his apple across the room.  If they weren’t dead yet it was just a matter of time really.  Wolfgar’s hold over the beasts on the planet would last another week or more even without his presence.

From outside the door he heard the sounds of raised voices.  A few moments later, Raven his Mother, entered the room with a tray of more suitable foods and behind her Rasputin dragged Brigid inside.  “Feisty.”  He complained as he kept a harsh hold on the arm that was pinned up behind her back.

“I know.” Wolfgar returned with a sly grin.  “Bring her here.”

End of Chapter Fifty-Five of
Golden Years
by Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
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