(A.N) This story is apart of the series Touched by Divinity. It is not short. It has a plot. Please remember that this story was written purely for pleasure and is in no way meant to insult Anyone. Thank you so much for reading. Hope you enjoy.
23 August 2063 AD
Fire swallowed the east, flames released by a vengeful god. The mortals screamed, cryed, and fled. And Vulcan allowed his inferno to follow, until cities turned to ash and lands turned to dust. Until every single soul had been devoured.
"Enlighten me again why I am doing this brother," he said to the WarGod beside him, though not relieving himself of the sight of those whom were once his loyal followers, to burn as if in the red realms of Hades Underworld.
"Nothing less for the heretics." Was all Ares said, and Vulcan felt his silent retreat back to Olympus.
But they believed in me, he thought sometime later. Dejectedly he approached the once great pillars of Rome and looked onto this new city of embers. Dejectedly Vulcan pursued the faint cry moving with the wind. He pursued it to the remnants of a home. Beneath the rubble of concrete and glass he found the crier, only but an infant, unharmed in the arms of what Vulcan presumed to be his mother.
He picked the babe up by the waist and held it at arms length for inspection. "How did you survive little one?" he asked not expecting an answer. The wailing, however, ceased when the youngling heard the fire-god's voice and he studied Vulcan with eyes so green they should've belonged to a panther cub.
He knew what he should do.
What he expected to do.
Vulcan brought the youngling to his chest and raised a hand above him, "I'm sorry," he said, his voice small. A flick of his wrist, a breath of fire shooting out...and the babe was being torn from his grasp. It took Vulcan more seconds than he was comfortable with to find who had the courage to intervene.
His eyes landed on the goddess wearing a silken robe as white as her hair, and sandals that reminded him of an era forgotten to history. "Luna?"
Of course, who else had eyes that mirrored the night-sky she protected.
Luna did not raise her eyes to Vulcan, only pulled the curious babe to her chest to whisper soundlessly in his ear. "Why?"
Vulcan closed the distance between them--or at least attempted to. A fraction of an instant and Luna was hoverving several meters above him, a glow against midnight. He frowned, "You are aware of what must to be done. Ares commands it."
Death for every last one of them, and Vulcan held no desires to stand against the New King-God of Olympus.
"He is but a babe." Luna said not bothering to hide her disgust. "What is his crimes?" She left no room for answer, and added, "I will not allow you to sacrifice him on the pretense of a heinous belief."
And with that, the moon-goddess ascended, much quicker than lightning, until she was a tiny speckle amongst other dots of white. He should have stopped her. He could have.
He cursed low and left the city without a backwards glance, returning to a home he'd not seen in months. His home built on the peak of the highest mountain of the realm. When he arrived, he was greeted by a servant.
"My Lord Light." The woman-servant bowed, her cropped hair falling forward as she did. The servant's name was Illithia and she stayed by Vulcan's side until they were both in his private chambers. "Shall I ready the bath, my Lord Light?"
Vulcan nodded in answer and began shedding his weapons and armor. He placed the items within glass boxes hidden behind a wall of blue flames. The items are most valuable to him, almost as valuable as his pet phoenix. It was during the moment that Vulcan pulled his shirt over his head and threw it somewhere to the side that she stepped out from within the shadows.
"Luna, what the fuck?"
"You used to be more compassionate."
Yeah, when you were the moon of my life, he thought, remembering the many times she'd spent with him beneath the sheets. But that was before... "Where's the boy?"
He needs to die. The words were in his head.
