Chapter 480: DASHA: The Weeks of Myth
The second floor of Ares Symposium.
The floor of the elites.
After weeks of work and talk, he made it there. Dasha Pang—nay, Myth, was announcing his music to these people. To these elites.
Everybody else was quiet. The whole of the second floor listened.
The music swelled and wove itself into the elite hearts. Myth sat poised, his fingers gliding over the strings of his lyre and the black opera mask concealing his features.
So many masks. So many weeks. Now...he was here. Heroics and villainy were not the sole methods of worming into the hearts of the powerful.
Alcibiades was enraptured. Seated at the head of the gathering, the legendary statesman watched Myth with an intensity that bordered on reverence. The others in the symposium followed suit—if Alcibiades was pleased, then so too were they. But for some, the admiration ran deeper than mere mimicry.
Alcibiades—the philosopher king. The beauty in his smile was matched only by his power. Any historian worth their salt knew of him: Alcibiades, the lover of the people, a title that meant both the good and bad.
There was no way to sugarcoat it: Alcibiades fucked the King of Sparta’s wife while he wasn’t there. Once an Athenian, he conspired with the Spartan King to overtake Sparta. After his lust took over and he stole the king’s wife, he fled to Persia—only to return to Athens some years later to serve as a general.
There was an aura of pheromones around Alcibiades. Everybody wished to please him.
However, like in Athens, like in Sparta, like in Persia, he always made enemies. The philosopher-king always made enemies without trying.