Wrath part II

For a minute, all the world stood still. I had just unloaded my balls on Thalia's hair when Zeus, now turned into the bombshell Julia walked in. I thought seeing my cock and her daughter drenched in my cum would finally snap Julia's mind... and my assumption came correct, in the worst way possible. With shriek of anger and jealousy and lust, the mind fucked goddess raised her arms, and arcs of lightning flew at me.

I learned one other thing at the moment - it doesn't matter if you have given yourself godly strength, if you don't have godly reflexes. I was planted at the spot, unable to move, hoping against hope that the lightning was not fatal. That is until Thalia, buck naked and cum drenched, stepped in. Her gold bracelet transformed into Aegis, her magical shield with an engraved Medusa head in front, deflecting the lightning.

Using my telepathy, I contacted everyone under my control (which was basically everyone on Olympus except Zeus) and gave a short, brisk command; come!

Meanwhile, Julia looked quite schizophrenic and threatening at the same time, one hand massaging her head while other still having blue lightning swirling around it, all the while tear filled blue eyes stared at me accusingly. "Why... why would you do such a thing? You love me!"

"What would make you think that? You know perfectly well that I have a girlfriend," I said, to fill my curiosity as much as to buy time.

"I - I don't know," Julia frowned, rubbing her forehead even harder. "Those damned dreams..."

I winced. Did I go too hard with the dreams?

"Either way," the teenage looking goddess said, walking to me with arms laden with lightning. "You are mine!"

So... good news; I had turned the king of the gods into an unbelievably hot woman that wanted to fuck me. The bad news was that I drove her nuts on the process and she may end up killing me.

Julia jumped up, arms held up to strike... but then my command had worked, and the most powerful gods and demigods that I have enslaved surrounded us. Ares slammed hard into her with his shield. Caught unawares, Julia crashed through a nearby wall. Even this was a momentary delay for the goddess, who appeared out of the rubble without a scratch. She looked at the host surrounding her wearily, baring her teeth.

"Now!" I shouted. "Now, before she could recover!"

Hephaestus obeyed the command, throwing a golden net over Julia before she could properly stand up, the same type of net that he had once used to trap Ares and Aphrodite. Apparently though, Julia is made of harder stuff, as steam began to rise off her body and the net began to corrode.

"The net won't hold!" a panicked Hephaestus announced.

"How long?" I asked gritting my teeth. "All I need is five minutes of calm to put her mind where it belongs."

"We would be lucky if we have even a minute," the blacksmith god grumbled.

It took me a second to make up my mind. "We'll go with plan B then."

That made even my most devout followers pause. Annabeth took a step forward. "Master are you sure-"

"Plan B!" I snapped. "We don't have much time! Do it Hades!"

Hades nodded grimly before picking up Julia, the immortal wincing at the intensity of the heat. He kept his other hand on my shoulder. "Everyone, get in contact with each other," Hades said, voice tight with pain.

Not a second was lost after everyone came in touch with each other when Hades used his power of Shadow Travel; the ability of Underworld creatures to travel wherever they wish, as long as there were shadows present. My past experiences with Shadow Travel have been unpleasant, and while this time it was the same, it ended at least quite quickly. One moment all of us were on Olympus, and just a few seconds later in the Underworld.

A chilly wind blew as my now nearly divine eyes started adjusting to the darkness. Everything was just shades of black on shades of black, with the silhouettes of skeletal trees in the distance. Only one thing rejected the darkness. A wide river flowed in front of us, every drop pure white; the River Lethe, whose waters every soul must drink before reincarnating. A single drop would erase your memory of the past week, a single gulp would mean the memories of your entire life would be very hard to recover. More than that...

"No!" Julia screeched, evidently recognizing where she was. "Noooo!" With a howl she burst forth from her net.

Hades, already weakened by trying to contain Julia and Shadow Travelling some fifty odd people, was thrown back by the **** of the explosion. Julia quickly lunged at me... but my ever faithful bodyguard Jason stepped in front of us. With a strong gust of wind he pushed his former father into the river.

For a long while, silence reigned. No one moved, everyone staring intently at the seemingly peaceful river as it did it's work.

"Is it... over?" Piper asked nervously, though no reply came.

Then after what seemed like an eternity, Julia emerged from the depths of Lethe. Gasping for breath, she reached the river shore, before collapsing, ****. The strong current had stripped away the last remnants of her garments, but for once I was not interested in a woman being naked. I gestured to Hephaestus. In an instance he started lighting extremely strong fires around the prone body of the goddess, and she soon started drying up, the remnants of the Lethe steaming away from her body. Even indirectly it was dangerous to come into contact with that particular liquid.

Eventually Julia opened her eyes, and I immediately noticed the difference. They were still electric blue, but gone were the millennia of wisdom, madness, lust, experience from her eyes. "What's going on?" she murmured. "Where am I? Who am I?"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "It is over," Hera proclaimed, answering Piper's earlier question. Then she ran over and kissed me, our first public exchange of intimacies, done without fear from Zeus' wrath.

Hazel meanwhile, walked over to Julia and knelt beside the brainwashed goddess. "Your name is Julia, " she said, slowly and compassionately. "You are our sister. And that's our master. I know everything seems a bit confusing right now, but it'll all make sense soon."

The ride back to Olympus was a slow one. With Hades tired and no need for quick travel, we simply opted to use a flying ship, a renovated Argo II actually, to fly back. Much slower, but also far more comfortable.

Julia was in one of the cabins, recovering while Hazel and Annabeth slowly brought her back to her new reality. A new reality in which she was yet another goddess who 'fell in love' with me and started serving me. I'll have to go meet her later to twist her mind into complete servitude, though more as a precaution that a necessity. Everyone else were celebrating out victory.

As for me, I was sitting at the prow of the ship. Thalia sat behind me in silence, dissuading anyone trying to talk to me as I had commanded her to do.

I was feeling... numb. So long had I planned the fall of Olympus, now that it has happened I can't really believe it. Is it all finally over? Why did I feel like it wasn't then, that something's left unfinished. It must be Hypnos, my last real challenge. Well he is in his slumber, and I have some surprises planned for him once he does wake up.

"Master," Thalia said gently, breaking the silence for the first time. "We are here."

I nodded, trying to put the feeling of dissatisfaction behind me and putting on my confident, leader face. The rest of my followers came out into the deck of the ship, still cheering and celebrating.

The cheers died down the moment we entered Olympus however. The very air of the place has changed significantly since that night. As the sun rose on the mountain, I saw the roof of the central palace has collapsed, and smoke pouring out of it. The demigods and the inhabitants of the city weren't in their slutty clothes and cheery moods. Rather grim faced warriors walked the streets in full Greek or Roman armour.

A group of demigods crowded near the ship once it landed and bowed once they saw me.

"What happened?" I demanded.

The crowd got shifty, trying not to look me in the eyes. Eventually, one girl spoke out, though not very coherently. "M-master, it... he- a god... he came and..."

"Who?" I demanded, but then the answer came to me. The thing that had been bothering me. I had been so focused on Olympus, so focused on taking the center of Greek divine power, I had neglected other places that might resist me. I had failed to take into consideration one god who does not live in Olympus. One god who refused to attend this year's council. One god who absolutely hates me for messing up his son's life. I spat out the name. "Poseidon."

The girl nodded vigorously, apparently glad that she didn't have to say the god's name herself. "He came... he came with P-Percy-" the girl flinched at saying the name of their former, now disgraced hero. "And he said that he had been keeping an eye on what's going on here, and that he knows that you are the one in charge here. He said - that is, he told us to say to you..."

"Go on," I said tersely. "I won't shoot the messenger."

The girl swallowed audibly. "He said that he is the only real Olympian standing, and so... and so that he is the real king of the gods. He said the seas are his and one day he'll come for Olympus too. And that he'll come for you."

"A war," I said. "Well isn't that fucking great?" A war. How can I fight a fucking war? Everything I have done so far has been done so through magic and manipulation. Not wars. People die in wars. How will I live with myself, if those following me die under my command?

I felt a hand on my arm. Thalia smiled graciously at me, as my dried cum on her hair gleamed in the morning light. "It is a setback," she agreed. "We didn't win everything today like we had hoped. But just cause we didn't get everything doesn't mean today's not a great day. You are now the king of Olympus. And us demigods and the Olympians will follow you to battle no matter what. Because you are out master, our king... our god."