"Get out get out get out!" Eris grabbed an onyx vase and threw it at her nymph maid's feet.
The three Moirai sisters glared at her for. Fuck everything! Fuck them!
"Don't you fucking give me those looks! If it you three hadn't intervened Kyros would have been dead!" Eris stomped to her balcony.
Kyros is alive. Fucking. Alive. Eris clenched her hands into fists; her nails digging into her palm.
"Kyros cannot be killed." Spoke Lachesis fidgeting with a stray piece of hair.
"Yes he can." Eris said through clenched teeth. Her flaming red hair softly floated in the wind, her pale orange pelpos clung to her curvaceous body like a second skin.
"Lady Eris, if Kyros dies, the curse Thanatos cast on Night and Darkness will be broken. Then you and Thanatos will be cast down into Tartarus..." Klotho said as she wrapped a long silver thread around her index finger.
Eris stomped her foot. She had honestly thought Kyros was dead and everything was going to be cool as ice, but no... these fucking hags had to interfere. They just had to! What the hell was she going to do now? She couldn't kill them; she could go to Zeus and ask daddy dearest to fix it but then there was her mother; that bitch had the worse habit of showing up at the worst times.
She wondered what their reactions would if she told them about the countless men she slept with. What would happen if she told daddy about Thanatos. Big no-no there.
Atropos was silent as she polished her black shears. The Moirai sisters were beautiful to Eris, but she would never admit that to anyone but herself.
The eldest is Klotho; she always kept her hair away from her face, half up and half down. She has the most unique hair, dark brown almost black; the goddess possessed vivid grey eyes that made Eris shudder every time she stared into them for too long. Klotho is the only one out of the three that wore black the other two sisters wore white, she never knew why. If Eris had to guess, it would be because she is mourning a lover.
Klotho also has a lithe body, her breasts were sufficient and she had noticeable curves; but Klotho is very conservative about her body, never revealing too much skin, which made her more alluring whenever the three were present at the council meetings.
Eris observed the middle sister. Lachesis. She's the innocent one, yet holds a dangerous job. She calls the shot, when it comes to one's death. She was blessed with light brown hair, like honey, long and curly, but Lachesis kept it up, never loose.
Shaking her head at Lachesis' actions, the middle sister abruptly ran through Eris' temple squealing, into the gardens where a mother deer and her fawn pranced around.
Her body was made for sex; her breasts were large enough to fill a man's hands. Her hips flared out and her ass was so vast it would definitely overflow any pair of hands that dared touch it. Eris had once seen Lachesis naked bathing in the river; even though she's attracted to men, just one gaze at Lachesis body would make her moist between her legs.
The goddess was now cradling the fawn; Eris couldn't help but envy her. Her eyes are big vibrant baby blues; her skin was golden and flawless. The sun shined above her head giving her the impression of an angel. Lachesis managed to look erotic and innocent at the same time.
Eris lurched when she felt a hand slip in between the slit of her pelpos to cup her mound. She turned to see Atropos grinning up at her. The youngest of the three was the most lethal of all three sisters, she was the one who cuts the thread with her shears, she smiles while doing it, Eris has seen it many times. All the gods knew to stay clear of her.
Atropos giggled as she pressed her breasts against Eris' back. Her brown hair, similar to her sisters, came in waves; like Lachesis she procured the same seductive body and her blue eyes, only hers were darker and more wicked.
Eris overheard that Atropos had been the one who slept with Paris just to make Aphrodite jealous.
"What the fuck Atropos." Eris said shoving the small goddess away from her. Atropos only smiled and tsked.
The goddess had some nerve treating her like a play thing, making her wet and hot all over... not that she didn't mind.
"Ah now, you have to play nice Eris, I promise I won't bite... hard." Atropos pressed her curvaceous body against hers, cupping her own breasts.
"Tell me something little girl. Why do you do this?" Eris said yanking Atropos' hands away from her own body.
"You lust after my sister... and I have information you might be interested in... about Dean's new mate." Atropos said stroking her shears as if it were a pet.
Eris felt her eyes turn red as she grabbed the goddess by the throat. Only to have Atropos laugh as she used her powers to flash herself behind Eris; Atropos pressed a blade from her charcoal shears against Eris' neck. Atropos licked the curve of her neck and snickered in her ear. "My my, don't you have a bad temper..." Atropos nicked Eris' neck with the blade of her shears.
Shrieking Eris pressed a hand against her neck. Atropos laughed. "You stupid cunt, you're not going to die...unless I will it," she said forcing Eris to tilt her head to the side; licking the cut, sealing it shut. "Thanatos is here." Atropos flashed herself to Lachesis' side.
"ERIS!" Thanatos bellowed in her hall.
Eris jerked up; her body walked to where Thanatos was as if it had a mind of its own. "Yes?"
She wasn't too happy at his tone of voice. He must know Kyros is alive and if he knew then she's in some deep shit, her ass is on the line now and must tread carefully.
Thanatos raked a hand through his solid back hair. "How the fuck is my brother alive?"
"I-I I was going to tell you after I talked with the Moira-" Thanatos backhanded Eris before she could finish her sentence.
Son of a bitch, she saw black dots clouding her vison.
"You had one damn job, stab him straight through the heart. Done and simple!" Thanatos paced back and forth like a caged animal.
She would have laughed at Thanatos; nothing is simple when it came to Kyros.
Eris rubbed her stinging cheek. When Eris smiled at the first time she ever laid eyes on Thanatos while she was involved with Kyros she thought he was the sexiest, most powerful god in all Olympus.
Besides the amount of power, Thanatos' looks made her his slave. From his black hair that was always kept long; touching his ears, to his lean well-built body; Eris sighed remembering how his body looked covered in a thin layer of sweat when they made love.
After she stabbed Kyros, Thanatos transformed into a new person, he was even more demanding and greedy.
Even being the goddess of discord she felt guilty stabbing Kyros, but she had to do it. When she and Kyros were lovers all he never took anything seriously, he always went hunting and whenever they were together he wanted to just talk, once in a while they would have sex, but she loathed that. She wanted him to dominate her and fuck her rough until his needs were sated, to take her like an animal, but all he wanted was 'go slow' and talk about feelings.
