Soul Thief
Ardora sent a bolt of ice at Despond's face.
Despond had been laughing until Ardora shouted.
These two Gods were brother and sister. Ardora was the Goddess of Love.
"Enough of you!" she shouted. Icicles dripped from her fingertips and she marched towards Despond as if she was going to kill him.
She had long, green hair that whipped through the air and around her and blue skin that shimmered with ice. She wore a blue silk scarves in the presence of others but often nothing at all.
"All you do is make my precious humans miserable!" Ardora shouted.
Despond had collapsed to the ground.
His hair was red, and as was his skin. But when Ardora struck him he turned purple.
He did not fire back at Ardora, lest he feel the wrath of Edol.
And it was unfair. Ardora bullied him often, yet all he could do was shield his face.
And so he did.
"Ardora! Enough!" he cried.
"Go back to the Hells where you belong!" she cried.
He huffed and against Edol's demands, he breathed flames at Ardora's feet, scorching her and turning her purple as well.
She reached to strike him from above, but he vanished into ash before he could.
"Bastard," Ardora said.
"You two," mused Athena.
"Athena," said Ardora.
Ardora floated back to the ground. Her feet stung and she winced.
"He doesn't often fire back at you. You should punish him for that," Athena said.
"Get out of my domain," warned Ardora.
"There is a thief of souls running about," Athena told her. "Humans are dying but remaining on Earth."
"What? My darlings?"
"Indeed. The circumstances are peculiar. I'm going to tell Edol. He deserves to know."
You will not, called a voice. Oberon's voice.
Despond had been laughing until Ardora shouted.
These two Gods were brother and sister. Ardora was the Goddess of Love.
"Enough of you!" she shouted. Icicles dripped from her fingertips and she marched towards Despond as if she was going to kill him.
She had long, green hair that whipped through the air and around her and blue skin that shimmered with ice. She wore a blue silk scarves in the presence of others but often nothing at all.
"All you do is make my precious humans miserable!" Ardora shouted.
Despond had collapsed to the ground.
His hair was red, and as was his skin. But when Ardora struck him he turned purple.
He did not fire back at Ardora, lest he feel the wrath of Edol.
And it was unfair. Ardora bullied him often, yet all he could do was shield his face.
And so he did.
"Ardora! Enough!" he cried.
"Go back to the Hells where you belong!" she cried.
He huffed and against Edol's demands, he breathed flames at Ardora's feet, scorching her and turning her purple as well.
She reached to strike him from above, but he vanished into ash before he could.
"Bastard," Ardora said.
"You two," mused Athena.
"Athena," said Ardora.
Ardora floated back to the ground. Her feet stung and she winced.
"He doesn't often fire back at you. You should punish him for that," Athena said.
"Get out of my domain," warned Ardora.
"There is a thief of souls running about," Athena told her. "Humans are dying but remaining on Earth."
"What? My darlings?"
"Indeed. The circumstances are peculiar. I'm going to tell Edol. He deserves to know."
You will not, called a voice. Oberon's voice.