Priapan, The Satyric Lord Of Greece

Priapan fell to the ground, his skin burning from where he had just been struck by the adamantine blade of his opponent. Around him his many priestesses, lovers, attendants, and assorted harem members wailed at his seeming injury at the hands of that upstart Kronos. The young god spat at the feet of the great Satyr, before saying "Your rule and insidious control over these women ends today monster. No longer will your filth taint this world."

Priapan grinned at the insinuation. Even if Kronos could hurt him, he could never be killed. Not while his greatest ally was at his side. Priapan healed his wound without a second thought and said calmly "Come now Kronos, what would your mother think of you attacking her lover."

Kronos looked confused for a second. Then, from among the throng, an unmistakable form stepped forward. With black skin the colour of fertile earth and the curves of a fertility goddess, with breasts twice the size of her head swinging from her chest, an ass like a mountain, and hips that swayed like a forest, the form of Gaia was unmistakable. However, she would be unrecognizable as the noble earth mother most once knew her as. She wore no clothes save for a loincloth, with eyes that glowed emerald green, and the horns of a goat adoring her head like a crown, all the entrapments that marked one of Priapan's many worshippers. The mother of Kronos knelt at Priapan's side and ran her hands over his wooly leg, saying "Your attempts at resistance are foolish my son. As long as Lord Priapan is on my surface, he shall rule eternal. Thanatos will not take the greatest god from me, for I could not go on without his love."

The younger god grimaced at the sight of his mother reduced to just another of the Goat's mewling sex toys. Still, he would not allow this trick to let him falter. Kronos raised his sickle in the air, and said with the confidence of a king "Then it is a good thing I am not sending him to Thanatos. NOW RHEA!"

As Kronos yelled, a bolt of purple energy struck him in the back, and his sickle glowed with power. The energy travelled up the blades handle before shooting out once more and striking Priapan in the chest. The Goat yelled and flew backwards, landing on the throne he had once inhabited. His face contorted into a grimace as his body stiffened, darknened, and then harndened into a statue of mahogany wood. Kronos breathed a sigh of relief as the musk that the Goat had constantly exuded faded from the air. The green began to fade from the eyes of the women surrounding him, and Kronos knew the madness was over. Priapan the Satyr Lord would never again terrorize Earth or his mother, so long as the wards he would soon construct over this cursed temple were never breached. Of course, that would require his magic fading, and surely his mortal followers would never stop worshipping him.