Endless Path : Infinite Cosmos

With Apollo leading the way and Hermes following close behind, Vahn was led into a large, open, lounge-like chamber carved from marble and accented with gold. Square pillars supported the interior structure while traditional, rounded columns lined the exterior patios.
Noticing the peculiar sheen of the intricate golden patterns, a faint smile adorned Vahn's face as he inquired, "Was this entire palace constructed by Hephaestus? There isn't a single flaw to be observed and the number of enchantments borders on the excessive..."
As they were just one room away from where the banquet was being held, Apollo's smile cramped when he heard Vahn's query. He would rather not keep his father waiting, but he also felt obligated to answer as Vahn was a very, very important guest.
Seizing the initiative, Hermes made things easier for Apollo by casually revealing, "You hit the nail on the head. Before they fell out, Hephaestus constructed this place in honor of our father's status. Now, even though he-"
"Brother...I do not believe our family's personal affairs are an appropriate subject to delve into with guests..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Hermes retorted, "Literally everyone in the Little Garden is aware of the quarrel between our father and half-brother. If you have an issue, take it up with Homer and the other Poets."
Narrowing his eyes, Apollo looked like he was about to say something but was interrupted when a pair of massive marble doors opened up at the far end of the chamber. From within, a fiery-haired man that reminded Vahn a lot of Pantheon, one of the Gods he had encountered during his ventures in Runeterra, emerged in an ostensibly battle-ready state. His remarkably muscular body was dyed red with dried blood, spiked pauldrons adorned his shoulders, and he wielded a bloody, three-pronged spear in his right hand. The rest of his attire resembled a far more brutal version of ancient Spartans, but the things that stood out the most were his featureless face and the fiery heart visibly pulsating within his muscular, severely scarred chest.
A stark contrast to his exceptionally vicious appearance, the fiery-haired man exuded no hostility. His eyes were red hot, almost like liquid metal, but a peculiar sense of calm exuded from their depths as he passed his gaze over Apollo, Hermes, and ultimately Vahn.
Feeling a faint yet incredibly sharp intent attempting to probe his mind, the corners of Vahn's smile curled upward as he said, "I'm afraid those types of abilities don't work on me."
Without expressing any kind of shock or anger, the fiery-haired man, Ares, replied, "So it would seem..." before standing to the side and providing a better view of the interior. A room similar to the one they were in awaited them on the other side, populated by a large assembly of entities whose skin and clothing emitted various colors.
Though he took in the entire room and its occupants concurrently, Vahn focused on the rather sizeable duo seated at the far end of the chamber. They were nearly twice the size of everyone else present, and both were perched atop ornate, silvery-gold thrones. However, while the inordinately beautiful woman on the right stood out quite a bit, the golden-maned man seated next to her gave off the impression he was the center of the entire universe, not just the banquet.
"Hmmm...?"
Looking around himself, Vahn feigned surprise as he took in the endless sea of clouds and sky that surrounded him. A distant sound of lightning gave the impression that a storm was beginning to build, but he wasn't even remotely intimidated as he shifted his gaze to the muscular man hovering in the air a few meters away from him, body shrouded in golden armor.
As a ring of runic lightning formed behind his back, causing his golden hair and beard to jut out even further, the increasingly fierce-looking man boomed, "So, we finally meet, Vahn Aldrnari Mason. Even if it wasn't your intention, you've given me many headaches these past few months..."
Extending his right hand, a bluish-white lightning bolt formed within the man's hand as he asked, "Tell me, how should we settle the grievances between us?"
Without waiting for Vahn's response, the man's body flashed, his form briefly resembling that of a javelin thrower before he threw forth the bolt of lightning within his hand. The surrounding space fractured like glass due to the force of the blow, but Vahn didn't even bat an eye as the bolt struck him in the center of his chest, sky-blue lightning erupting from the point of impact and consuming his entire body.
Looking down at the lightning bolt sticking out of his chest, the smile on Vahn's face grew more prominent. Illusions that could affect reality were fairly rare, so while he didn't appreciate people trying to use him, he was still a little impressed.
Ignoring the figure making a speech and congealing another bolt of lightning, Vahn turned to his left and remarked, "You do realize that I intend to teach Zeus a lesson even without such tricks, right? I would advise you to stop fooling around before I take this personally."
"You dare ignore the Mighty Zeus...!?"
As if to punish Vahn for his disrespect, the golden-haired man, Zeus, appeared next to him with a veritable spear of lightning in hand. The energy within was enough to level a planet ten thousand times over, but Vahn just waved it away with a sweep of his right hand, eradicating both the spear and the false God wielding it. Then, before the illusion could collapse, he reached out with his left hand, materializing the figure of an old, silvery-haired, azure-eyed man veiled in robes formed from silvery, star-like sand.
Feeling his control over the surrounding area wrested away from him, the azure-eyed man raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, fumbling as he said, "P-Please have mercy...!"
Rolling his eyes, Vahn released the elderly figure with a shove as he said, "You must be Morpheus, the God of Dreams. Tell me, did Hermes put you up to this, or are you acting at the behest of someone else?"
Though he already knew the answer, Vahn wanted to see if the elderly God would try to hoodwink him. Fortunately, Morpheus seemed to have wisened up considerably in the past couple of seconds, slipping his hands into his sleeves and bowing as he replied, "This was an act I carried out at my discretion. The number of people who dream of a world without Zeus's tyranny rivals the stars in the night sky. Zeus is scheming to force you into a difficult situation. I thought I might be able to-"
Raising his hand in a silencing gesture, Vahn revealed, "I am well aware of what Zeus is plotting. Your concerns are unwarranted. Now, go. Return to your people and inform them to remain patient. No matter what Zeus tries, he will only be digging himself further into a hole."
After having his domain wrested from him with such ease, Morpheus had no intention of questioning Vahn's decision. He considered himself lucky to be alive, so the moment Vahn waved him off, he immediately vanished in a puff of smoke resembling a nebula in the night sky.
Sensing Morpheus's presence disappear, Vahn exhaled a faint sigh before closing his eyes and shaking his head in mild exasperation. The next time he opened them, he was back in his original position, staring at the actual Zeus with a relaxed smile.
Though he waited for an exceptionally beautiful and androgynous boy to fill his goblet, Zeus rose to his feet alongside the pink-haired Goddess at his side, bellowing, "Mt. Olympus welcomes the Sage Dragon Emperor...!" in a booming voice comparable to a thunderclap.
Responding to Zeus's outburst, the hundred or so Gods gathered for the banquet raised goblets of their own, shouting various greetings. Not all of them did so, but it was enough to generate a festive cacophony within the chamber. Vahn was easily one of the most famous people within the Little Garden as of late, so many within Mt. Olympus were genuinely excited to meet and converse with him.
Adopting a friendly smile, Vahn made his way into the chamber, politely greeting and exchanging nods with various Gods and Goddesses. There was actually an equal distribution of both, so, contrasting Apollo's earlier allusions, Vahn didn't have to worry about being surrounded by muscular, half-naked men for the duration of his visit.
Reaching the 'well' at the base of Zeus's and Hera's thrones, Vahn looked up at the unnecessarily tall couple and mused, "This is quite the welcome you've prepared. I'm 'almost' honored..."
Narrowing his eyes, Zeus passed off his goblet to the androgynous youth that had filled it before expressing, "I understand that the Sage Dragon's Hearth has had a number of...'disagreements' with several Communities affiliated with Mt. Olympus. It is my hope that this banquet will serve as the first step toward mending our fractured relationship. Further conflict will benefit neither of our Communities..."
Following his words, Zeus shifted his gaze to a pair of servant-class Gods waiting near a set of marbled doors. The moment he did so, the duo gave respectful bows before pulling open the doors to reveal a heroic-looking beauty garbed in what was colloquially known as an exomis, a white tunic that left the shoulders exposed.
As the garment was typically associated with enslaved individuals, nearly everyone gathered for the banquet gasped or began to gossip excitedly. After all, it wasn't every day they got to see a fellow God, much less one of the Twelve Olympians, dressed as a member of the lowest caste.
Despite her attire, complete with manacles around her wrists and ankles, the golden-haired woman made her way into the hall without lowering her head or compromising her posture. She exuded dignity from every pore of her being, even as she stopped a few meters away from Vahn, narrowed her eyes, and asked, "Is this what you desire...?"
Before Vahn could reply, Zeus's tone became firm and authoritative as he said, "Show some respect to our guest, Athena. Though you may not have taken direct action, you cannot deny your culpability in the events leading to the current tensions between Mt. Olympus and the Aldrnari Empire..."
Shifting his gaze to Vahn, Zeus's tone softened ever so slightly as he added, "As compensation for her slights against you, Athena will attend you for the duration of your stay in Mt. Olympus. You are free to refuse, of course, but I will interpret that as you accepting that the matter between our Communities has been resolved."
As if the matter was already decided, Zeus raised his gaze to the rest of the hall, bellowing, "And now, we feast! To the Sage Dragon Emperor! To the glory of Mt. Olympus...!"
Though they couldn't believe Zeus had effectively 'sacrificed' one of the Olympians, nearly every God within the hall responded with a loud cheer. They doubted the matter was settled completely, but there was a reason ancient Greece and Rome were known for their debauchery and splendor. The Gods never passed on an opportunity to feast, drink, and fornicate to their hearts' content.
As everyone began to get in the mood for a party, Zeus made a circle with his left index finger, creating a soundproof barrier around the area before plopping onto his throne and making eye contact with Vahn. He still gave off an intense aura, but his voice was much quieter as he said, "I know you are probably very busy, but I encourage you to enjoy yourself these next twenty-four hours. Once the festivities have died down, we will talk again."
Shifting his attention to Athena, sparks began to exude from the depths of Zeus's eyes as he added, "I will entrust the Sage Dragon Emperor to you. If you have any sense at all, you will not damage the relationship between our Communities further..."
Though her seething expression made it clear she wasn't even remotely satisfied with Zeus's decision, Athena replied, "I understand..." in a cold, icy tone. She then directed that same gaze toward Vahn, a hint of conflict within her bluish-purple eyes as she growled, "This is the least I can do to make amends..."
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(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Poets OP...','Morpheus should rename himself to Prometheus...','What kind of cake is this...?')

"Are you just about done?" asked Vahn. "Even you must have a limit to your arrogance."
As he had been expecting a rebuttal of some sort, Zeus did his best not to lash out in response to Vahn's remarks. Instead, he paused for a moment, the cores of his azure blue eyes crackling with lightning.
After collecting himself, Zeus questioned, "What part of my proposal do you find disagreeable? The number of individuals that desire to be waited upon by Athena rivals the total number of men in the Little Garden. Of course-"
Though he was nowhere near the limit of his patience, Vahn interrupted Zeus's rant, asking, "Would you just shut up already? I didn't come here to hear you blather on and stroke your ego. Do you sincerely believe you have the leeway to talk down to and try to make decisions for me? Rather than shameless, you're outright delusional."
Resisting the urge to rise up and unleash his divine fury upon Vahn, Zeus balled his hands into fists and adopted a vicious grin. Vahn's reaction was 'confirmation' of his suspicions, so he firmly stated, "Then leave the South and never return. I extended you an olive branch, and you refused. If you continue to support our enemies and intervene in our affairs, I will ensure you experience regret beyond fathom."
Shaking his head, Vahn had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as he flatly stated, "No, you won't. Your little plan may have worked against virtually anyone else, but there isn't an action that you can take to circumvent my awareness. The moment you try, you're as good as dead."
Hearing Vahn threaten him, lightning surged from Zeus's body, shattering the throne beneath him. He didn't attack, but his fury was approaching its limits as he growled, "Bold words, boy. However, unless you intend to take on the mantle of Demon Lord, there isn't a damn thing you can do against me. I will never agree to a Gift Game where you're a player, so all you can do is watch as I take out my fury on those the Empire purports to protect. Let's see-"
Before Zeus could finish speaking, everyone in the chamber was stunned to see a peculiar, ashen grey spear sticking out of his chest. The moment it pierced him, his voice spontaneously cut off, his previously luminous body gaining the same hue as the spear as Vahn asked, "What compelled you to believe I feared the title of Demon Lord...?"
Unable to perceive that a question had been asked, much less respond to it, Zeus just continued to stare at Vahn, his expression perpetually fixed in mid-bellow. The spear was the result of Vahn's insight into the Law of Stagnation, so while it appeared Zeus had been frozen in time, the truth was far more terrifying. He had effectively endured an eternity in a single moment, the energy within his body seeping into the Void as even his Ego crumbled to nothingness.
Absorbing the spear back into himself, Vahn looked around at the various Gods gathered within the hall, each frozen like a deer in headlight as the body of Zeus crumbled to dust behind him. Hera was the first to try and retaliate, but the moment she rose from her throne, a pressure akin to the gravitational force of a neutron star caused her to stumble face-first into the ground, unable to rise.
Though he felt a little guilty seeing Hera faceplant into the ground, Vahn knew she was nearly as complicit as Zeus in his crimes. She was the one who had talked Zeus into avoiding a direct confrontation, one of the most foolish suggestions she could have possibly made. After all, had Zeus just targeted him, Vahn would have readily accepted his challenge. Attempting to target everyone but him was a mistake beyond compare.
Shifting his gaze to Athena, Vahn was about to make it transparently clear what his desires were when a sound akin to a bullhorn echoed throughout the Little Garden. Ebony black scrolls unfurled next to the Leader of every Community, but, unlike a 'traditional' Demon Lord's Geass Roll, the letters embossed upon its surface glistened with a prominent golden hue.
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&lt;Last Embryo: Advent of the Demon Lord of Abundance and Stagnation&gt;
[Win Condition]
1: Follow the Rules.
[Hidden Conditions]
1: ????
2: ????
3: ????
[Rules]
1: Everyone in the Little Garden is a Participant.
2: Vahn Aldrnari Mason is the Demon Lord of Abundance and Stagnation.
3: The Game ends when the Demon Lord of Abundance and Stagnation has fulfilled his objective or been defeated.
[Restrictions]
1: Targetting anyone affiliated with the Aldrnari Empire outside of the Demon Lord of Abundance and Stagnation.
2: Expatriation from the Little Garden.
3: Establishment of a new Little Garden.
[Rewards]
1: ????
[Penalty]
1: ????
[Time Limit]
None
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Finished reading the scroll, Vahn couldn't help smiling as he mused, "Demon Lord of Abundance and Stagnation? I suppose that's better than the Demon Lord of Petting and Punishment..."
Shifting his attention to Athena, Vahn's smile curled up at the edges as he asked, "What do you think?"
As the Leader of a Community, one of many affiliated with Mt. Olympus, Athena had received a black scroll alongside nearly everyone else in the banquet hall. The moment she read its contents, a cold chill permeated her entire body. Not because Vahn had been declared a Demon Lord but because the Central Network had deemed it appropriate to pit everyone in the Little Garden against him. While that meant they were free to take action against him, it also implied that Vahn had the impunity to act freely within the territory of other Communities...
Seeing Athena's expression pale, Vahn rolled his eyes and said, "Relax. If I were the type to go around killing arbitrarily, there would be a lot fewer evil entities within the Little Garden. Zeus brought this upon himself, so-"
Interrupting Vahn's words, Apollo shouted, "Murderer...!" as he impacted the former within a sphere resembling the Sun. Apollo understood that his father was far from perfect, but Zeus was still his father. If he didn't try to avenge him, his spirit would never rest in peace.
Stopping Apollo's charge with his bare hand, a frown marred Vahn's face as the flesh of his palm sizzled and dissolved away. Apollo's outrage was entirely justified. Thus, while Vahn would ordinarily be immune to even the most extreme temperatures, the enraged Sun God's attacks were, at least for the time being, effective against him.
To counter Apollo's attack, Vahn channeled his self-created Sun Authority while sprouting golden scales from his hand and arm. The sun-like sphere surrounding Apollo's body then vanished, absorbed by Vahn as he calmly asserted, "During my battle with Amaterasu, I declared to the entire Little Garden that those who willfully endanger children or attempt to leverage the lives of the innocent against their opponents have absolutely no right to clemency. Your father believed he could 'punish' me by targetting those very groups. This is the natural consequence of his actions."
Punctuating his words, Vahn planted Apollo into the ground with enough force to shake the very foundations of Mt. Olympus. However, due to his extreme respect for those bearing the name and title of Hephaestus, the actual structure remained undamaged. Instead, it was Apollo's face that gave way, his nose shattering into countless pieces as silvery-gold blood spurted from his ears.
Exhaling a sigh, Vahn suppressed his feelings of guilt as he looked to the rest of the hall and asked, "Anyone else?"
As Zeus and Apollo were among the most powerful Gods affiliated with Mt. Olympus, every God gazed upon by Vahn immediately averted their eyes. Poseidon and Hades might have stood up to him, but they tended to avoid social gatherings that included Zeus. As for Ares, the version Vahn encountered previously was just a projection created by Morpheus, so the only Gods present that could oppose him were Hera, Athena, and Hermes. Artemis might have been tempted to try, but she had elected to return to her tower, annoyed by Vahn and Hermes leaving her behind.
With Hera currently pinned to the ground, Vahn briefly exchanged glances with Hermes before directing his attention to Athena, asking, "You asked if this is what I desire? The simple answer is no. While I do tolerate it, there are few beings in all of Creation that abhor slavery and servitude as much as I do. You also said this was the least you could do to make amends? I wholeheartedly beg to differ. The least you could do is acknowledge you made a mistake and try to learn from it. Stop shifting the blame to others and accept responsibility for your actions. Beyond that, I have absolutely no other expectations of you."
To demonstrate his point, Vahn promptly turned away from Athena and began to make his way out of the hall. He could have simply teleported away or ceased to exist, but he wanted to give the Gods present a chance to argue or attack him.
Just as Vahn reached the halfway point between Zeus's destroyed throne and the exit, a heroic-looking Goddess with braided brown hair and azure blood eyes suddenly manifested a war banner and shouted, "The sanctity of Mt. Olympus has been befouled! We cannot permit this Demon to do as he pleases! Brothers! Sisters! Let us fell this fiend for all those who inhabit the Little Garden...!"
Though they would ordinarily want nothing to do with someone like Vahn, the various Gods and Goddesses present began to exude a divine light in response to their dark-haired counterpart's cry. Her identity was Alke, the personification of battle-strength, prowess, and courage, so her battelcry was enough to compel even the most cowardly Gods present to action.
Joining in with their sister was the fiery-haired Eris, the purple-haired Phobos, and the crimson-haired Ioke. They were members of Zeus's Elite Guard, the Aegis, so it was their duty to protect him and fell his enemies. Zeus's death had actually left them feeling more relief than fury, but, as Goddesses of the Greek Pantheon, their pride didn't allow them to simply let the matter lie.
As the four Goddesses led the charge, the other deities present began to manifest their battle raiments. Those closest to Alke immediately joined in the fray, but not even those on the periphery were spared as Vahn's body became a blur, appearing next to each of them with a resolute expression on his face...
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Reading the Geass Roll that had unfurled next to her, Shiroyasha took a long drag from her pipe before exhaling a thin stream of smoke. She knew it was only a matter of time before Vahn was burdened with the title of a Demon Lord, but she never expected him to be elevated to the status of a Last Embryo at the same time...
*tok* *tok* *tok*
Directing her cat-like eyes to the sliding door on the opposite side of the room, Shiroyasha deadpanned as she inquired, "Since when were you the type to knock...?"
Instead of the person Shiroyasha was 'expecting,' the door slid open to reveal a beautiful, heroic-looking woman with long purple hair, teal eyes, and an attire matching that of a butler. At that exact moment, she felt a stirring beneath her clothes as a soft pair of hands cupped her breasts, followed by a sensual voice whispering into her ear.
"You've been naughty, Shiro-chan..."
Furrowing her brows, Shiroyasha exhaled two plumes of smoke from her nose before grumbling, "You're trying my patience, Queen. Now is neither the time nor the place for your foolishness..."
Undaunted by Shiroyasha's words, Queen Halloween fully manifested behind her, an alluring smile on her face as she continued to grope her former rival.
"You should have informed me that the Sage Dragon Emperor was about to take action. While I have long abdicated my position, the South is still my domain. If your little pet were going to go around killing Chief Gods, a heads up would have been nice..."
Frowning even further, Shiroyasha was about to retort when she, Queen Halloween, and Scathach all sensed a distortion in the surrounding space. Then, as if he had been listening in on them, Vahn manifested out of thin air, a narrow-eyed smile on his face as he stared into Queen Halloween's eyes and remarked, "I believe she told you to stop..."
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(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Oh, how the turn-tables...','The Advent of Chad Mason...','Queen Halloween be like, "Haha, I'm in danger."')

Since the Little Garden had a finite amount of space, the vast majority of Communities made use of Gates like personal, secluded Realms. Very few went out of their way to build structures in view of ordinary people unless they were trying to show off or recruit new members.
A stark contrast to the majority of Communities, Mt. Olympus went out of their way to erect their titular mountain at the center of a solar dome, one of the massive superstructures intended to allow Vampires to walk around without fearing the Sun. Because of this, every other Community situated within the dome had to deal with the sight of a massive mountain serving as a perpetual reminder of who they neighbored. And that was just the beginning of their troubles...
As could be expected of a construct envisioned by Zeus, one of the most infamous, narcissistic, and prideful Gods in the Little Garden, Mt. Olympus completely dominated the dome in which it was constructed. There was a large rune shaped like an Omega symbol hovering high in the sky, serving as a stand-in for the Sun, while the upper half of the ten-thousand-meter tall mountain had been carved into a luminous, temple-like palace.
To ensure his home stood out even more, Zeus used his authority to make the sky beneath the dome a shroud of perpetual twilight. Even during the middle of the day, the sky overhead was a gloomy shade of bluish-purple, the only exception being the clear, golden skies over Mt. Olympus.
Seeing the overcast skies dominating much of the solar dome, the friendly smile typically found on Vahn's face relaxed into a neutral, contemplative expression. He had heard the rumors but seeing Zeus's palace so brightly illuminated while everyone else was forced to tolerate an endless twilight irked him more than he anticipated...
Interrupting Vahn's introspection, a sound similar to a simmering skillet tickled his ears as Hermes appeared next to him, remarking, "It's been a long time since I lost in a race. I think the last time was when I made the mistake of pitting myself against Sun Wu Kong. I'm sure you're fully aware of this, but that's one fast monkey."
Though he would generally adopt a smile to put those around him at ease, Vahn maintained a neutral expression as he replied, "You need not go out of your way to butter me up. I have no intention of punishing you for past crimes. Just continue doing your best for your people. That's all I have to say on the matter..."
Noticing the borderline disinterest in Vahn's tone, an involuntary shudder racked Hermes's body. He was well acquainted with the rumors regarding Vahn's knowledge and wisdom, but it was...unpleasant to be seen through with such ease. He had assumed his bio-mechanical implants might give him some leeway, but that apparently wasn't the case.
Before Hermes could think of how to respond to Vahn's words, a flash of light shone from the top of one of Mt. Olympus's towers. In the very next moment, a man with a flawless, muscular physique and fiery golden hair appeared before them. His complexion resembled ivory, and his body was veiled in little more than scant white cloth, numerous golden accessories, and a crown set with the same symbol floating in the sky, &Omega;.
With a smile that caused the surroundings to light up, the luminous man offered a nod and practically sang, "Welcome, Vahn Aldrnari Mason, the Sage Dragon Emperor. It's a privilege to meet someone whose radiance far exceeds even my own. Your match against that vixen, Amaterasu, is one I'll not soon forget."
Enhancing his performance, the luminous man, clearly Apollo, strummed a golden harp whose wires were forged with pure sunlight. The sound they produced could compel mortal enemies to reconcile, but Vahn barely cracked a smile as he inquired, "Should I be anticipating a greeting from each of the Olympians?"
Instead of taking offense to Vahn's standoffish response, Apollo adopted his most captivating smile and replied, "Not all of us, I'm afraid. My father has compelled my Great Aunt and many of my sister Goddesses to remain in private quarters for the duration of your stay. Your reputation, including your rather sorted history with women, proceeds you."
As Apollo was nearly as famous as Zeus for his philandering, Vahn felt a strong compulsion to roll his eyes. Instead, the corners of his smile curled upward as he offered a terse, "Understandable."
Feeling an obligation to explain further, Apollo gave his harp a practiced strum as he added, "Worry not. You've already had the honor of meeting my elder sister, Artemis. Once we reach the palace, you'll also have the opportunity to meet my mother, Hera, and my eldest sister, Athena. While their magnificence might not compare to Demeter and Aphrodite's, I can assure you they're a delight to the senses."
As it didn't really matter to him either way, Vahn just smiled in response to Apollo's words. He was somewhat interested in meeting Hestia, but they could chat as much as they liked once his business with the likes of Zeus and Athena had been concluded. After all, depending on how things went, the pantheon of Mt. Olympus would be undergoing some 'restructuring' in the very near future.
Noticing Vahn's disinterest in the topic at hand, Hermes injected himself back into the exchange, appending, "Speaking of which, we should make our way to the palace. Artemis knows the way, so there's no need to wait around to receive her. If anything, she would probably be more annoyed if we did."
Though he loved his sister dearly, Apollo sighed in response to Hermes's words, responding, "Hermes is correct. Ever since she began experiencing changes to her body, Artemis has been somewhat...difficult. If we're here when she arrives, I imagine she would simply fly over us without stopping to exchange greetings."
Resisting the moderate temptation to stick around, Vahn offered a curt, affirmative nod as he said, "Very well. I've never been particularly fond of false pleasantries, so I don't mind heading over early. The sooner I meet with Zeus, the sooner I can be on my way."
Furrowing his brows, Apollo couldn't help remarking, "My father may not be a flawless individual, but I do not believe he has done anything to sow enmity between Mt. Olympus and the Aldrnari Empire. I sincerely believe that if Your Majesty is willing to compromise, our Communities will be able to get along spectacularly."
As the God of Music, Poetry, Knowledge, and Order, Apollo had a great disdain for 'unnecessary' conflict. He knew his father's character better than most, but he still believed Mt. Olympus and the Aldrnari Empire could be allies. Vahn was becoming increasingly renowned for his magnanimity and tolerance, so Apollo couldn't help envisioning a bright future for both of their Communities.
Understanding that Apollo wasn't trying to be intentionally daft, Vahn offered another curt nod and replied, "I would welcome such an outcome. Unfortunately, while I'm willing to compromise on just about anything, the sole exception is my bottom line. The moment your father does something that crosses that line, there's no going back."
Frowning deeply, Apollo was thinking about how he could convince Vahn to extend his father a degree of leniency when Hermes inserted himself back into the conversation, saying, "We can continue this conversation in the palace. I don't imagine our father will appreciate us delaying his guest any further than we already have."
Directing his frown at Hermes, Apollo was briefly tempted to chastise his younger brother. As one of the staunchest members of the conservative faction, the two rarely saw eye to eye. However, as they were currently in the presence of a highly esteemed guest, Apollo decided it was probably for the best if they didn't argue right in front of Vahn.
"Very well. Please, allow me to lead the way."
With Vahn offering another nod, Apollo took off at a much slower speed than the one he had used to arrive. He knew Vahn could easily keep up with even his maximum speed, but he wanted to give the visiting Emperor an opportunity to admire the scenery surrounding Mt. Olympus. He took great pride in his home, and he wanted Vahn to be able to appreciate it just as much as he did. Little did he know that the more time Vahn had to observe the massive disparity between Mt. Olympus and its surroundings, the great his urge to tear it down...
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Observing Vahn, Hermes, and Apollo from atop her personal tower, one of twelve surrounding the central palace occupied by Zeus, Athena couldn't help feeling a little trepidatious. She didn't regret her past actions, but the notion she had slighted the wrong person began to set in following Vahn's acquisition of Indra's, previously thought to be immutable, Gate.
Appearing next to the troubled Goddess, a shapely woman with free-flowing brown hair, modest attire, fair skin, and gentle brown eyes placed her hand on Athena's shoulder and said, "It's never too late to apologize, Athena. Even if he doesn't accept, you'll never be able to move forward if you continue clinging to this anger and resentment."
Though she knew her fellow Goddess was undoubtedly correct, Athena's expression revealed her vexation as she poutily replied, "Why should I be the one to apologize? That hateful man broke Laius and utterly ruined the reputation of the Perseus Community. Even if Laius's actions went too far, the Sage Dragon Emperor could have settled the matter without resorting to such an excessive form of punishment. It was like a lion&mdash;no, a Dragon using all of its energy to torment a defenseless rabbit...!"
Smiling sadly, the marginally more diminutive Goddess, none other than Hestia, calmly retorted, "Even you cannot deny Laius's guilt in the matter. I understand your justifications for pinning the blame on the Sage Dragon Emperor, but his actions were ultimately reactive. It's also objectively true that the Sage Dragon Emperor could have killed Laius. Instead, he forced him into a situation where he had no choice but to change his ways...that is a mercy very few are willing to afford the vanquished..."
Feeling a twinge of pain the moment she witnessed sadness in Hestia's gaze, Athena averted her eyes and muttered a frustrated, "Dammit...if I had known I was going to feel like this, I would have come to you 'after' the banquet..."
Taking advantage of the fact Athena had turned away from her, Hestia wrapped her arms around the taller Goddess's waist, completely ignoring the armor between them as she whispered, "It's going to be okay, Athena. Vahn isn't our enemy, not really. If you can overcome this resentment, not only will you become a stronger person, there's a good chance the Sage Dragon Emperor will be willing to treat Laius's injuries. He doesn't strike me as the type to hold a grudge. If you can exhibit a willingness to move forward and change, I believe he will readily assent to mending Laius's broken mind and spirit..."
Though she did not attempt to break free from Hestia's embrace, the look on Athena's face made it apparent she wasn't convinced. Swallowing her pride for the mere possibility of helping her nephew was easier said than done. If Vahn refused her apology and spurned her appeal, the amount of shame and embarrassment she would feel couldn't be quantified.
Understanding how difficult it was for her fellow Goddesses to set aside their pride, a glum look marred Hestia's face as she closed her eyes and held Athena a little more firmly. She couldn't say it, but she knew Vahn's arrival at Mt. Olympus wasn't a good thing. If things progressed how she envisioned they would, there was a good chance she would be losing a few members of her family. As flawed as they were, the thought of losing even a single member of her cherished kin was enough to break Hestia's heart...
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(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'I know he probably isn't, but it kind of seems like Zeus is compensating for something...','Apollo is a bit of a simp...','Even the vilest and most despicable people can have friends and family who would genuinely mourn their loss...')

Chapter 2322: Entering the Halls of Mt. Olympus