Olympias Over All

The bed was of course the biggest thing in Alexander's room. It was littered with spilled win, spilled clothes, men, women, and Alexander himself. The boy did not even bother sticking to his own kinds, all beings found their way into his bed. A demon, an angel, at this very moment, a human girl, and a wolf furry were each resting their heads on his chest letting his great inhalations of breath rock them to sleep.

"I see you haven't lost your touch when it comes to slacking off!" Olympias boomed, after watching her son and his friends sleep, for maybe ten minutes. Alexander sat straight up, and all his lovers squawked in terror grabbed the nearest clothing regardless of if it was their own, and scurried out of the room like rats fleeing a sinking ship.

Alexander's curly hair was sticking anywhere, he gave Olympias a long yawn, then without a word grabbed a surviving pitcher of wine and downed the whole thing. "Mother I'm afriad conquering the universe has left me with a tragic amount of free time. You can’t blame me if I’m the greatest at everything I do.”

Olympias went to work, picking up trash, and wiping down surfaces. The room was a haze of sex, and alchohol. "Yes, oh yes. If only my ambitions were not so grand, I would have been happier." Olympias mocked. "Can you not at least pick up more dignified hobbies? Tennis is the sport of gentlemen."

"Mother, Alchohol and Sex are the only things that remind me I'm mortal. Don't take them from me."

Her hurricane across his room had finally reached the drapes. She grabbed them, and tore them open. The view was astonishing. She could see the whole of the Earth, every living being. This is what God saw, where did he find his mercy? He looked into each person and saw an entire universe, as Olympias looked out upon the world, she saw only emptyness. "It's so small."

"Oh yes." Alexander stummbled in his God-King sized bed, wrapping a blanket around himself, pantomiming decency. "I know the only person more upset I was finished conquering the world than me, was you."

"There's gratitude for you. I give you everything, and this is how you repay me. With mockery?" She wagged a diry rag at him.

Alexander chuckled and landed on his feet as he jumped from bed. "I drove my armies to the end of the world to get away from you, was I being subtle?"

"You subtle?" Olympias snorted a laugh, it was quite unlike anything the audience had ever seen from her.

He trimmed the sheets around him with a knife, and made a fetching looking skirt for himself. "As much as I love you interupting my orgies, how long will you be staying?"

"Not long." She observed his room, "Or perhaps a life time if I intend to clean this space."

"Mother, I have servants for that."

Olympias shuddered. "To imagine you'd let slaves see you like this, I'm terrifed to think how you entertain dignitaries. No no no, I'll have this all cleaned up in no time."

"Mother."

She gave him the hand. "I won't hear of it Alexander, I can't have my son living in filth."

"Mother."

"Silence Alexander." She was everywhere, gathering up clothes, sweeping goblets into a pile, soaking up wine with rags. "You can have your next orgy when I'm done, just let your mother work."

"You insufferable busy body! Stop wasting my time, and tell me what's wrong!" He roared, the the world trembled, the glass trembled, and Olympias shot him a look that was **** itself. He paused, weighing his opponent. "That's an order from your king."

Slowly his mother approached him, her face placid, her eyes roaring and ripping at him. "Look who sounds regal all of the sudden."

"I'm not afraid of you." She short man looked up at his towering mother. "Even if you are taller... when did this happen?"

"Recently."

"You'll tell me what's going on, or I'll hold court in this room."

She glared at him. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh yes I will. Imagine the diplomats that will be here, I have five new lads from Persia that I've been dying to break in. That'll be proper distraction from the affairs of state, don't you think? I always was more of a conquerer than a king, I think."

"Fine." She crossed her arms. "As you know I'm in hell."

"Because of all the children you poisoned."

"Quite so. However I was offered an opportunity to become Lucifer's new bride, or a member of his harem."

"And you took it." It wasn't a question. This woman had sex with a lightning bolt. There was no opprotunity she would not take.

"Correct, and of course I've done well, and of course I'm winning, and of course my competition grovels at my feet."

"Naturally."

"But we're coming upon the end, and the challenges are getting personal."

"Meaning me."

"Yes. I'm to destroy you, to prove that I care for nothing else but Lucifier."

"Ah." Alexander picked a goblet off the ground and drained it. "Well then of course you must."

"Alexander."

"I'm serious mother." He threw the goblet over his shoulder, just to dirty the room up a little bit more. "I haven't won anything in ages. That does not suit me. Helping you win... is nearly as good as winning myself."

Olympias scoffed. "Winning, is that all you men care about?"

Alexander looked to his bed. "There is sex and wine..."

She smiled, and the camera man died of shock. The camera clatters to the ground, and a intern steps up to the plate, hauls the camera onto his shoulder and enters legend.

Olympias smiled, and for the first time we see that she's really not that old. She's of course the oldest competitor, barring Eve who's timeless. But her scowl ages her decades. Without them, she's not even middle aged. With the smile, she’s warm, and fresh, and not a mountain at all. A tree, fruit baring, life giving, shade welcoming. Ydrisill the world three, the tree of life, mother of the world. "I will not do anything of the sort. They want me to prove, something that's not true."

Alexander smiled. "Olympias of course cares more for herself, and her prized pocession more than Lucifer."

Olympias frowed, mountain returned to station. "What was Aristole even for, if my boy is still this dense. All he taught you was how to drink and solicite prostitutes, don't deny it."

Alexander smiled. "I've offended you, and I apologize. Teach me in only the way a mother can."

Her smile retruned, and she now faced her son. "I care for nothing more than you my boy. I never once suffered in hell, because I knew that you were glorified in history for my deeds. You never once dissapointed me. Well... you did die before me. Which is the biggest betrayl a child can commit against their parents."

"There it is." He teased.

"But other than that huge strike against you, you were perfect."

He pensively pressed his lips together. “I was hoping this was a matter on which we’d agree. It’s almost impossible to change your mind once it’s set on something.”

“It is impossible, so don’t waste your time.”

“No mother.” He looked at her sternly. “On this matter I must insist.” He stood up straight **** the conquer the height she had over him. “We are not losers, nor are we a sentimental family, and I’m afraid I’m far too stuck in my ways to trade one for the other.”

Olympias smirked. Her little boy was all grown up and thought he could stand up to her? “Who do you think you’re talking to? I am the matriarch of this family. I decided what we are and what we are not.”

“The throne of Hell is our prize mother! The greatest conquest in creation.I will not allow weakness to stop you from victory the way my men stopped me. Destroy me! Scatter my ashes to the wind, and I will become the breeze at your back propelling you to the dawn.”

“I will not Alexander, I care nothing for victory or treasure. Not for myself. I only care about those novelties for you. And I didn’t do it for glory, or to prove myself to the world, I did it because I love you.”

His face was red, rage illuminated him from the inside. “You stubborn monster. I am your king, and i command you to do as I say. Complete your mission.”

She struck him like a thunder bolt. A slap across the face as defined as an exclamation mark. “No king can order a mother to harm her child.”

His whole facade crumbled, his posture became one of a begger. “Mother please, let me do this for you. Parents take care of their children, and the children go on to tend to their parents, this is the way of the world.”

This uncaring unloving thing in the shape of a woman giggled joyously. “Then tend to Zeus, or that lout Phillip if you must. I already told you, I didn’t raise you for a reward. Just basking in your glory is enough for me.”

"HAHAHAHAHA!" He placed his hands on his hips, and threw back his head, laugher shaking the room. "You really are a bothersome hold hag HAHAHA." He bent over, holding his sides. It was quite the performance. "Stubborn, over bearing, and sinister as those snakes you slept with. I mean really! What hahah what was the world supposed to do with a woman like you. Hahahahaha what was I supposed to do with a woman like you?"

Olympias smiled, and wrapped her son up in a hug. She knew him too well. He always did this when he cried.

Olympias took stock of the lunch laid out before her. She’d just ensured that she’d be losing 30 points this week, and she was not in a position where she could lightly afford such a sacrifice. Never the less what was 30 points, when put next to Alexander? Nothing. Nothing at all.

The woman would not know self pity if it slapped her in the face. Instead she turned towards the nessesary, and sent out invitations to Mary, Cleopatara, and of course Helen.

The four now sat around a table, fruit salad, and a tangy alcoholic drinks set for before folded napkins. “I think it’s time we figure out a game plan for dealing with Erica and Boudica.”

“What about Eve?” Helen asked. She was supposed to be with her today, but the woman had yet to report for duty.

Oympias shrugged, and sipped from her bright red drink. “I feel she is too weighed down by her traits, the master’s disapproval, and audience disintrest to be a true threat. The other two on the other hand…”

Mary quietly pecked away at her Salad, while Cleopatra did the same, though she had nothing but suspicious and hostile glances for Olympias. “What exactly makes you think I’m on your side?”

Olympias smirked. “I thought I showed you last week the advantages of falling in line. Besides, the audience has appointed me the mistress of this Harem, officially and forever.”

Cleopatra giggled. “All I saw last week, was you brute **** me into a dungeon. I don’t recall submitting at all.” She took another long bite, and chew the treat slowly, letting the entire table anticipate her next sentence. “Perhaps it’s time we finally come to a true understanding. Mary and I have ten points between us. I have the ability to buy, and upgrade traits for other players.”

“Yes, yes.” Olympias waved her off. “I know it’s because of you Eve is a non-threat, and you have my thanks. But you had a 100 points to take The three of them out, and Erica and Boudica are still in the lead. I don’t fear you with ten points.”

“Of course not. You’ve hardly ever been punished, so what would I even choose?” Cleopatra’s eyes then turned towards Helen. “Her on the other hand… Helen has landed among the bottom many times, I have lots of traits to choose from for her… or even upgrade. Have you wondered what Easy A looks like upgraded?”

Helen bit her lip and look towards Olympias. “What does she mean?”

“She’s threatening me, with you.” Olympias said plainly.

“That’s right bitch!” Mary crooned, and stood to her feet. “No more uniform, no more dragging us out of our bedrooms, and no more sleeping with us. You’re done! Or Helen is going to be so overburdened with traits, she won’t know which way is up. I bet Erica will get in on the fun if we ask, she hates Helen more than we do.”

Olympias dabbed her lips with a napkin. “Mary, be quiet, the adults are talking.” She took her empty plate and tossed it before the demon. “Pick up the plates, we’re done. Take them to the kitchen and clean them.”

“Like hell, I’m going to…” Mary Paused, and saw a crown of horns grow from Olympias’ temples and twist around her skull like a crown. Mary felt her knees go weak. “Right away ma’am.” Mary Curtsied, and began to collect the plates, despite a scowling Cleopatra.

“You must pick better friends.” Olympias lectured.

“The point remains.” Cleopatra crossed her arms. “You so much as lift a finger agaist me, and I’ll destroy Helen.”

“Don’t I get a say in all of this?” Helen asked, she was just barely following the conversation, but was still furious people were doing so much talking for her. Why was she always a piece in other people’s games?

“No dear.” Olympias sighed. “You don’t”

Helen growled, and got to her feet. She stormed out of the room, leaving the two queens to do battle.

“I should be on my way too.” Cleopatra stood up. “I’ve made myself clear.”

“Indeed you have.” Olympias crossed her arms. “Did you enjoy the fruit salad?”

“Yes.” Cleopatra adjusted the one boob, her dress contained. “It was good.”

“I made it myself, did you enjoy the pineapple I added?”

“I’m not even sure what that is.” Cleopatra admitted.

“It was the fruit I won from the competition. The Pine Apple of Purity. I chopped it up, and placed it in your bowl.”

Cleopatra froze. Suddenly she missed her poison taster. “You did what?”

“I’m ridding you of one of your traits Cleopatra, and I think you just helped me decide which…”