thought of a mortal thinking the same.
Heph breathed in, threw his tongs to the side. “No.”
“Look, there’s something that went on here.” Dionysus sniffed the air and immediately cringed. He had meant to do a dramatic sequence and felt it was spoiled by the sulfur and heat that burned and swirled around him—a cloud of obnoxious gases. He looked back to check on Rebecca, forgetting she was not as resilient as he. “Are you okay?—he looked down and noticed she wore all the gear the Hera follower had presented them prior—“How did you—?”
“There was a rack with all of this on it. . . uh, before the door.”
Heph grunted. “See. I can keep people safe.”
Dionysus turned back to Heph and said, “No one’s arguing that. If what I dig up is fishy and she is involved. . . We have a deal?”
“What deal?”
“Rebecca gets whatever Hermes was about to negotiate for.”
“Ah.” He waved it away with his hand. “Hermes thought he could swipe what I had in-store for the nymphs.”
“For the nymphs?”
He nodded. “To stop all the accidents.”
“Ah. . .” Dionysus scratched at the side of his beard. “Hermes stops those anyway. Don’t you make the damn things they drive?”
He shook his head. “They steal ’em.” He pointed to Rebecca. “They’ll steal your car. I’ll have it running in a few days if you still want it. But I wouldn’t drive around Olympus in it, those nymphs would probably try to hijack you. . .”
“Deal or no deal?”
Heph took another deep breath, his hatred for Hera ran just as deep as Dionysus. “All right.”
“Good. Is Aphrodite home?”
“Should be.”
Dionysus repeated, “Should be—”
Heph puffed up his chest and snatched up the tongs he had thrown down, waving them precariously close to Dionysus’ face. “What’s that?”
Dionysus shook his head, frowning. “Nothing worth repeating.”
“I thought so.”
Rebecca waited until they were back outside Heph’s shop and asked, “He got a little defensive there.”
“He works in the dark. He likes to live there, too.”
“There wasn’t much on him in the book besides master blacksmith and Aphrodite being his wife who was known to cheat on him with Ares.”
“That is true.”
“Anything else?”
“It’s more than just Ares, but he is the main squeeze.”
“And the limp?”
“Nasty fall off of Mount Olympus, I got to him in time.”
“Make a lot of deals?”
He shrugged. “Only way to get anything done.”
She smacked his shoulder playfully and bit back an ouch . It was as if she had slapped cement. “We going to his house then?”
“Yeah. . . It’s a start.”
I’LL STRAIGHTEN HIM OUT
Walking into Heph and Aphrodite’s home, Rebecca knew without a doubt and needing no other information that Aphrodite ruled Heph. Heph either had no say or did not care and after she had met him—she surmised that it was the former.
Rebecca could not find a fitting word to describe what she behold. It was the embodiment of sexualization as seen by a woman, with a dash of cutesy.
The embodiment of sexualization was displayed by naked women throughout the ages hung everywhere she looked, next to the fireplace, next to her flowing drapes, which intentionally or not, covered an Egyptian woman’s pussy from around 2000 B.C. then fell off as a breeze came through the open window.
The cutesy part was the odd wallpaper in the great room with Hello Kitty decorations and anime where women had abnormally large breasts, a cute face, and often wore school clothes. They blew kisses. They had stars for eyes. They had little yellow birds around them with action bubbles saying, chirp, chirp. Somehow, Rebecca thought, Olympus has blown my mind again. She was floored. She was puzzled. She was slightly scared for her life. If this was Heph’s doing, he was a serial killer, or rapist, or at the very least, considerably out of his mind.
Rebecca said, “What the fuck is this?”
Dionysus
Heph breathed in, threw his tongs to the side. “No.”
“Look, there’s something that went on here.” Dionysus sniffed the air and immediately cringed. He had meant to do a dramatic sequence and felt it was spoiled by the sulfur and heat that burned and swirled around him—a cloud of obnoxious gases. He looked back to check on Rebecca, forgetting she was not as resilient as he. “Are you okay?—he looked down and noticed she wore all the gear the Hera follower had presented them prior—“How did you—?”
“There was a rack with all of this on it. . . uh, before the door.”
Heph grunted. “See. I can keep people safe.”
Dionysus turned back to Heph and said, “No one’s arguing that. If what I dig up is fishy and she is involved. . . We have a deal?”
“What deal?”
“Rebecca gets whatever Hermes was about to negotiate for.”
“Ah.” He waved it away with his hand. “Hermes thought he could swipe what I had in-store for the nymphs.”
“For the nymphs?”
He nodded. “To stop all the accidents.”
“Ah. . .” Dionysus scratched at the side of his beard. “Hermes stops those anyway. Don’t you make the damn things they drive?”
He shook his head. “They steal ’em.” He pointed to Rebecca. “They’ll steal your car. I’ll have it running in a few days if you still want it. But I wouldn’t drive around Olympus in it, those nymphs would probably try to hijack you. . .”
“Deal or no deal?”
Heph took another deep breath, his hatred for Hera ran just as deep as Dionysus. “All right.”
“Good. Is Aphrodite home?”
“Should be.”
Dionysus repeated, “Should be—”
Heph puffed up his chest and snatched up the tongs he had thrown down, waving them precariously close to Dionysus’ face. “What’s that?”
Dionysus shook his head, frowning. “Nothing worth repeating.”
“I thought so.”
Rebecca waited until they were back outside Heph’s shop and asked, “He got a little defensive there.”
“He works in the dark. He likes to live there, too.”
“There wasn’t much on him in the book besides master blacksmith and Aphrodite being his wife who was known to cheat on him with Ares.”
“That is true.”
“Anything else?”
“It’s more than just Ares, but he is the main squeeze.”
“And the limp?”
“Nasty fall off of Mount Olympus, I got to him in time.”
“Make a lot of deals?”
He shrugged. “Only way to get anything done.”
She smacked his shoulder playfully and bit back an ouch . It was as if she had slapped cement. “We going to his house then?”
“Yeah. . . It’s a start.”
I’LL STRAIGHTEN HIM OUT
Walking into Heph and Aphrodite’s home, Rebecca knew without a doubt and needing no other information that Aphrodite ruled Heph. Heph either had no say or did not care and after she had met him—she surmised that it was the former.
Rebecca could not find a fitting word to describe what she behold. It was the embodiment of sexualization as seen by a woman, with a dash of cutesy.
The embodiment of sexualization was displayed by naked women throughout the ages hung everywhere she looked, next to the fireplace, next to her flowing drapes, which intentionally or not, covered an Egyptian woman’s pussy from around 2000 B.C. then fell off as a breeze came through the open window.
The cutesy part was the odd wallpaper in the great room with Hello Kitty decorations and anime where women had abnormally large breasts, a cute face, and often wore school clothes. They blew kisses. They had stars for eyes. They had little yellow birds around them with action bubbles saying, chirp, chirp. Somehow, Rebecca thought, Olympus has blown my mind again. She was floored. She was puzzled. She was slightly scared for her life. If this was Heph’s doing, he was a serial killer, or rapist, or at the very least, considerably out of his mind.
Rebecca said, “What the fuck is this?”
Dionysus
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