Thread: Ancients Reborn: The Gods and Goddesses Greece (Raivh and Blair1216)

Flames flickered, dancing against the brick of the fireplace and sending embers sparking into the air. Cerberus lay asleep on his side in front of the fire, enjoying its heat as he dozed. It was late, and most everyone in the manor was in bed resting for the night. Along the walls of the study were hundreds of books, some requiring a ladder to be reached. Seated in a cushioned chair, Preston stared down at a cluster of words on a page, before flipping it to view the painted image of an ancient goddess on the next. His arm was propped on the armrest index finger pressed to his temple as his eyes scanned the picture over and over, eyebrows furrowed. The name of the goddess was printed in bold cursive, the painting dated with the authors name printed beside it. Taking in a deep breath, he closed the book and set it aside to stare out a large pane in front of him. He knew the woman who had appeared earlier that evening was Persephone. Even Cerberus had sensed the goddesss soul, and Preston had felt a stirring deep within him that he had denied. Hed only overheard her modern title, and speaking it aloud made him want to spit to rid his tongue of its sweet taste. Scarlet, he muttered against his hand, covering his mouth. Snow continued to fall outside, flitting down in front of the window and sticking in the lower edges of the glass. Glancing down at his dog, Preston gave his knee a pat and the canine stirred, lifting his massive head and giving a thump of his tail. Cerberus, come. As Preston got to his feet, so did the dog and they both exited the study quietly, slipping out into the darkened corridor. As they walked, Prestons footsteps reverberating off the walls and Cerberuss toenails clicking against the stone, they stopped when they reached the stairs that led up to the second level of the manor. To the right was the west wing to the left, the east wing. Cerberus, Preston hissed and grabbed for the dogs collar as the animal took off up the stairs and to the left. Cursing, he scaled the stairs, watching as the dog vanished down the hall opposite of where their quarters were. Cerberus whined, and Preston found him scratching at the base of a door toward the end of the hall. No, he spat, swatting the dog. Moving away, Cerberus growled and lowered his pointed ears, only to lift them once more and approach the door. With a deep breath, Preston stared at the closed door, turning only when he heard footsteps coming his way. Gregory stood a few feet from him, a grin painted on his face. Intentions to sleep with your past lover, Preston? From her tone at dinner, I dont believe that young woman is very fond of you. You make her feel unworthy and unwanted. Prestons expression was stony and cold. He scoffed as he moved away from the closed door, hearing a stirring on the other side. Brushing past the blonde, his shoulder collided roughly with Gregorys. Anything that was once related to you will hold no such significance as my lover, no matter how alluring those blue eyes of hers are. I will not be pulled into a fate that involves catering to the souls of the dead. This time around, Im in charge. Whatever you say, brother, Gregory replied with a smirk, turning to watch as Preston strode down the hall. Prestons response was gruff, indifferent. You are no brother of mine. Even in blood of old, Zeus, you and I were but enemies, as we will always be.