Chapter 103 - 3: Declaration of War
On this day—the day that would one day be remembered as the Twilight of the Skies—Olympus was ablaze with light and laughter, unaware of the storm that loomed at its gates.
The grand feast of Olympus, a tradition that had once been noble and sacred, had decayed into a hollow excuse for self-indulgence.
The sky palaces thrummed with drunken music, tables overflowed with ambrosia and nectar, and golden goblets clinked while laughter echoed across marble columns.
Gods and goddesses, nymphs and divine spirits filled the feast hall, their figures cloaked in divine light, but their hearts cloaked in darker pleasures.
The younger gods chased nymphs with slurred promises, and the elder gods boasted of past glories they no longer deserved.
Apollo dueled another god in boastful song, Dionysus had long since fallen beneath a table in a puddle of his own wine, and Hermes was trading divine secrets for kisses and wagers.
Amid this gathering of glittering decay, Themis stood.
The Titaness of Divine Law and Unyielding Justice. She who had helped the Olympians overthrow the tyranny of the titans... Something she was starting to forget.
Clad in robes of starlight and with a blindfold over her eyes, Themis stood at the edge of the hall like a shadow against the flame.
She hold a goblet of wine on her hand, taking sips from time to time.
Zeus, bloated with pride and wine, leaned near her, whispering honeyed nonsense in her ear, reminiscing about their old camaraderie and how they should get to know each other through ’friendship of thighs’.