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In another realm, three female figures were having a furtive discussion.
"A dreadful mess....I have to say that personally I believe they had it coming... awful bunch of savages..." the elder declared candidly.
"ADA!!" admonished the nymph as she reclined on a tangled mess of white blossoms , thistledown and her own impossibly long hair.."You are so harsh!! These were fellow deities..."
"Hmph...Gods who did nothing but fuck and fight... Goddesses who just chased them around like hens...the only one with any pride and autonomy was Aphrodite...who survived! No surprise there..."
"You are unfair.." continued Niamh..."Athena was a strong independent goddess...besides they were infected by all the evils of the world....from Pandora's box.."
"They. Were. Gods. No excuses. Athena was a silly bitch. Dishonest and manipulative. They made him into what he became. What did they expect?" She puffed on her long black pipe.
"Never mind all that...we must consider ourselves...NO god is safe as long as he is rogue. We are pinning our hopes on one young maid who has never been outside her own village...." The Mother spoke up from behind her vast tapestry...
"Maid!!??" scoffed the Elder..."we definitely can't call her THAT anymore..."
The three of them giggled.
They had observed their young devotee and her captor...
The Nymph sighed at the picture in her mind.
"He is quite splendid.... really spectacular... I have to admit I am a little envious of our priestess....having that great big...."
"A-HEM" interrupted Maeve "darling merx...do concentrate!"
But even the Mother's face looked positively pink at the thought.
"Niamh, you must enlighten that poor girl and soon. She should know the full extent of her role in this...How big it really is..."
"Oh she KNOWS how BIG it really is...." sniggered Niamh
"FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE....!!!!" cried Ada and Maeve in unison.
"Ok.. ok... Help me decide what to tell her..." said the nymph as she floated up, into midair, arching her back and turning backwards in a slow never-ending somersault...
The Mother spoke carefully:
"She is the right choice. She will bring stability...She is not.... stupid. She just needs to.... handle him...."
She snapped her head round to glare pre-emptively at the young floating deity.
Niamh pressed her lips together and innocently mouthed "WHAT?".
"Oh enough with the smutty innuendo already" rasped Ada. "Niamh, dearest, tell your priestess firstly that hes a god. We cant put off telling her anymore. Also that her job will get even more difficult in the future and that it's a tremendous responsibility....it may take her whole life to achieve.. but we believe in her and her ability to endure..."
"So I shall say "Sweetie it will be very big and long and hard but we all believe you can take it.....OUCH!!!!!-"
Ada stood pulling one of Niamh's long locks as if she were flying a kite on a windy day...
"Niamh you are as tasteless as those old minigames