Good End

"I wish I was a better mother to Alexander."

On the eve of her supreme victory Olympias stood, leaned over a grand balcony. It seemed to have a view of the entirety of Hell, everything stinking, screaming crater, and fissure. She sighed heavily, her honey moon less enticing than the lodge had been. Still more welcoming than macedonia when she’d married Phillip.

“I never thought I’d see you moping.” Helen said. She joined the giant on the rail. It was a simple thing to see Olympias relax and welcome her presence. Helen’s mind instantly went to how she could manipulate the relationship to her advantage, but she caught herself, and silenced the thoughts. The game was over. Olympias had overcome them all.

“I’m not moping, I’m thinking.” Olympias was Pride itself now, and did not take kindly to ribbing.

“Thinking of Alexander I bet.”

Olympias smiled, one of those rare things. “How could I not be?”

Helen stepped closer, and posed herself on the railing next to her friend. “I think it’s really admirable what you did.“ It wasn’t what Helen would have done for the wish, but you have to accept each person as they are. Olympas had chosen not to appoint herself empress of mankind, so that was nice.

“I was thinking of you when I did it.” That made helen blush. “Well, your life. I was thinking of Achilles.”

“Swiftest of men.”

“He was born with two destinies. He could live a long happy life and be forgotten. Or he could go to Troy and die in glory everlasting.”

Helen nodded, trying not to let her memories of her friend distract her from the point Olympias was making. “That does sound like your son.”

“Only Achilles’ mother wanted her son to be happy. She tried to stop him from going to troy, but he chose glory.” She paused, and when she spoke again her voice was cracked, and full of regret. “I wanted by boy to have glory… and never gave him a choice… maybe he just wanted to be happy.” She turned to the beauty, her eyes misty, and for once she was too proud to wipe them away. “Thank you Helen. You saved me, it it wasn’t for you… I dont know.”

The beauty took Olympias hand, and squeezed it. “Just remember that when you’re handing out chores, my queen.”

Olympias gave a heavy chuckle and looked away. “How am I supposed to rule in this state?”

“_You’re _having doubt?”

“I just undid my entire relationship with my son, of course I’m unsure. When I was alive I didn’t know what a doubt was. And it got my son, my grandson, me and my daughter killed. I’d be a fool not to at least learn something from my spectacular self immolation.”

Helen straightened up, her smart eyes burrowing into her friend’s. “You’re thinking of my idea, aren’t you?”

“It’s an intresting proposal.”

“It’ll take a lot of hard work.”

“You don’t think I’m up to the task?”

Helen shrugged sheepishly. “I think i you really wanted something, nothing could stop you. I just don’t think you really want to help everone. I get the sense that you hate people.”

Olympias smiled, in that way we do when caught in a lie or scheme. Or maybe it was just the joy of being seen, and known by someone you love. “True enough, I couldn’t care less what happens to the human race. But you do, you saw a way break us out of the show, to maintain our humanity. I’m a mother at my heart Helen, and when you’re a mother, making the world a better place for your child is the most natural thing in the world.”

Helen felt her eyes getting misty. “Now that, I believe.” Olympias would change the world, turn sin in virtue, all for her love of Helen. “I guess, all that’s left for us to decide… is our relationship. What are we to eachother Olympias?”

The giant blushed. “I guess I just spoiled the plot there, but I’ve said it before. I love you like you were my daughter… I would take care of you, if you let me.”

Helen grew shy, emberrassed even. A blush arose on her perfect face, and Olympias grew fearful. Scared that her beloved Helen might actually want more out of her. Scared that the draw of being her queen and mistress would make Helen desire a sexual relationship with Olympias. Though her frigidness had been thawed, she needed to be humiliated, or corrupting someone to feel anything, not something she cared to share with Helen. She prepared herself to gently repoise Helen’s next advance.

“I want you to take care of me, but I think Erica is taking up all of the little girl energy in this harem. As for me… I want…” She buried her hands in her face. “I want to be your pet.”

Olympias felt that in the core of her being. Like a lightning bolt, it struck her and made her blush. She was emberassed for Helen, hot. The thought of reducing her beautiful princess to a pet, hot. But more than any of it, she felt her Precious trait kick in. Completely acceptance of Helen, and all of her desires and wants. “W-w.” She swallowed, they should have sent another. But this was her eternity now, managing the desires of Satan and his slaves… his harem members, if not her friends then… her charges. “What would that intail.”

Helen squealed manically and ran to the other side of the balcony. “You couldn’t have just said no?”

Olympias laughed, feeling guilty. “I don’t think I can say no to you.”

“I just… I want to be your pet! Okay? I want you to walk me around on a leash, and I want to sit at your feet, and eat off the floor. And I want to be tied up in the corner while you fuck the master… I think that one might be more about me being a cuck, but it still feels pettish to me.”

“Oh.” Olympias blushed, and look off to the burning horizons of hell. “That’s… a lot to take in.”

Helen blushed and rushed over to Olympias. “I’m sorry, I just never saw you as my mom. The way you’ve always taken care of me, maybe it’s my transformation, but it feels like you were my owner this whole time.”

Olympias nodded. “I understand.” She sighed. “It’s just that, I’m going to become everyone’s mistress, I wanted what we have to be special.”

Helen frowned guiltily, feeling selfish. “Well you’ve always been a good mistress to me… you’re dissapointed aren’t you?”

Olympias looked down at her little friend. She knew as her mistress, as queen of hell, as Olympias she could break Helen of these wants. She could make the girl accept that she was Olympias daughter, and to live as that for all eternity. She’d gotten a boy to conquer the world, in the same way. She could do anything, mold anyone to her desire with nothing more than her iron will.

But iron can rust, it has to alloy with others to be eternal.

“Maybe a little, but I’m hardly the first person who wanted a child, and ended up with a dog.”

Helen beamed. “You’re the best Olympias!” She jumped up and wrapped the giant up in a hug. She nuzzled and sighed at the touch of her owner, her friend. No one had ever loved her, for her before.

Olympias smiled, and pet the young woman… her new pet. “Even the wall of Troy couldn’t stand after letting you inside, I never stood a chance.”

As they hug, and shared their love, the camera begins to pull away. We can see snow beginning to fall over the burning plains of hell. It gathers up on the railing of the balcony in gentle hills.

“Woah.” Helen watched with wide eyes as the soft white flakes drifted down. “We brought the snow with us.”

Olympias smirked as she watched it unfold. It was cozy in Helen’s arms. “The prophesies were right.”

Helen cocked her head. “What did they say?”

The giant couldn’t help he laugh, thousands of years of pain sloughing off her like a shed skin. “That it’s be a cold day in hell, when someone loved me.”

The camera pulls away, the two figures embrace and watch the snow fall, feeling some of their own innocence being restored to them as a blanket of snow begins to form.

I want to be your dog 2, by AJJ closes us out.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pNa8iQ6c9nA&pp=ygUZaSB3YW50IHRvIGJlIHlvdXIgZG9nIGFqag%3D%3D

“I wanna be your dog

Oh, to be completely at your back and call

I wanna live in your laundry

How I long to be your dog“