((Sorry again, but I'm really not sure where or how to get my characters involved again. Any suggestions?))
((Your characters could already be at Mt. Olympus when Hades and Artemis arrive and then the battle could begin...))
Zues was pacing the great throne room of Olympus. He was in god form. The Fates were all screeching at him, all three of their wicked, twisted voices yelling at him. "ALRIGHT!" He bellowed, and lightning flashed all around and thunder cracked the sky "I know the danger, you blithering idiots! I know you think it unwise and that it will hurt your pride, but to the deepest pits of Tartarus with your pride! You will do it!" He turned to the Fates and locked them in a peircing look which said more clearly then words, You will do it or else. The fates glared back but bobbed their heads in reluctant consent.
Hera walked into the throne room and blinked in astonishment and horror. The whole place looked as if it had been though a battle. There were scorch marks all over the beautiful tile floor, columns were cracked and broken. The doors stood off their hinges, statues crushed and display weapons bent and broken.Everything was covered in a layer of soot, dust, and fragments of marble. The torches lining the walls were all out, and a musty, metalic smell hung in the air. With horror, Hera saw that many of the thrones had been smashed; her own had been demolished to a pile of rubble.
Ares walked into throne room and almost bellowed when he saw his throne was only half in tact, the other was crumbled to dust. His eyes filled with red fury and he almost looked like he had in his god form, almost.
Artemis and Hades reached Mt. Olympus with a ding. She stepped out and saw that, in the village below Mt. Olympus, no one was out. At all. And the fountain that usually was glowing with the rich liquid of nectar was now dry to the bone. It had been a long time since she'd visited her childhood home. And it looked nothing of how she remembered it. It almost made her cry... Almost. She began the trek up to the mountain, noticing as she went that the torches were not lit on the path.
"And I thought I left my place a mess." Hades said, crossing his arms over his chest and straighting as best as he could with the gash searing through the skin on his back. He stared around at the rubble, his dark eyes narrowing as he tried to imagine something that could make rubble of the Olympian's throne room. "You've really let the place go since the last time I was here."
Artemis laughed bitterly, running her hands sadly over what was left of her own throne. "Really, father, you've let the place go to the dogs since mother left..." Artemis joked half-heartedly. She didn't feel like smiling, but she turned her lips into a small one anyway.
Hades kicked at a chunk of throne. Or was is ceiling. Perhaps even a chunk of the wall. He didn't know. It skittered pathetically into a pile of debris. He grunted, pressing his lips together into a thin line.
Artemis looked up, meeting Hades' eyes for a brief second before looking down again. This all seemed so hopeless now that she was here. She wondered how his back was feeling. If it would put him in any danger in the impending battle.
Zues whirrled at the sound of Ares' bellow, the flaming fury was still in his eyes. Without looking; acting purly on instict, Zues almost blasted a deadly bolt at the intruders. Insted he saw who it was and spoke in an echoing bellow as he sat in his unharmed throne, "Ah, welcome my little family." The Fates stood glaring at the new arrivals on top of the rubble of thrones.
Hera stood frozen, staring at where her throne had once stood, a pain and anger welding up in her. As Zues spoke, she felt her anger spill over, and she let out a pained howl of rage. How could he have let this happen!? She felt certain he had something to do with the particularly brutal destruction of her throne. She looked up to scream at him, but crumpled as the power of his godly form blasted her to the ground. For a moment she could see nothing and lay panting on the shattered tile floor.
Hades stood straight and tall. Or as much as he could, pretending he wasn't injured. He kept his arms folded firmly over his chest as he surveyed the damage and tried not to think about the battle they would soon face.
Artemis looked away, blocking her eyes from her father's godly form. Painfully aware of Hera on the floor, Artemis said nothing.
Ares frowned at the ground, waiting for his father to cool off. He folded his arms across his chest and tried to block out the cries of his mother.
"Who are we missing?" Zues growled gruffly, ignoring the fact that everyone was distressed by the state of the throne room and the fact that his wife lay crumpled on the ground, he would not make this easier on them by changing into human form. He would not stoop to it again, and besides he needed to be fully operational incase the Fates decided to act up again.
"Um, Aphrodite, Athena, and Poseidon." Artemis answer, her eyes still trained on the ground.
"Mm. Lucky ones." Hades mumbled. He kept his eyes on the wall opposite of Zeus, refusing to lower his head in front of his little brother.
Zues gave a gruff snort of annoyance and glared at everyone.
Artemis looked at Hades with a look that read, just put your head down, you proud son of a bi.tch. She'd rather not anger her father more than he already was.
Hades ignored the look Artemis gave him. He didn't care about making Zeus mad. Not a bit. If his little brother got angry an blasted him out of existence then fine. But he wasn't going to bow his head.
Artemis rolled her eyes at Hades behavior. She missed the vulnerable, somewhat caring guy she'd seen under the car...
Zues very pointedly ignored the fact that Hades was not forcing himself into a look of submission. Zues felt a hot anger at his brother's pride but admittedly, he needed Hades so he kept his anger in check. Zues was on edge, an uneasiness clouded his thoughts, doubt and worry hung in his mind as he tried to keep his powerful front untainted by the apprehension he felt.
"So, what exactly do we need to do? Ares said, somewhat impatiently. He was ready for war. He itched for bloodshed.