Battle for Olympus

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Battle for Olympus was an event in SMITE made to celebrate the introduction of Set, Horus and Olorun to the game. This event is currently active.

Description[edit | edit source]

Welcome to the Battle for Olympus![edit | edit source]

During this event you will be introduced to new Gods and discover new Skins.

There is a Chapter associated with eeach new God. When a Chapter is revealed, so are new Skins, which will all be in 1 Chapter Chest. There will be 3 Chapter Chests in total.

Exclusive Items[edit | edit source]

Unlock 6 exclusive items from each Chapter Chest to unlock that God's exclusive skin. Unlocking all 18 Items before the end of the event will grant you the unlimited Tier 5 Kukulkan skin. Items can also be directly purchased for a higher price in the skin store or bundle store.

God Chests[edit | edit source]

Each Chapter will have its own Chest, which will be filled over the course of the chapter. The first being the Usurper Chest, followed by 2 more Chapter Chests. Rolling from a Chapter Chest will grant you a chance at a Skin.

Rolling all 5 skins for one Chapter Chest will grant you the Exclusive Skin for THAT Chapter. Roll all 18 Skins from all 3 Chapters and unlock the Unlimited Kukulkan Skin.

Battle for Olympus Cosmetic Items[edit | edit source]

These are the items that are available during the event. Items are bound to God themed chests. Upon rolling the chest, the player will randomly recieve on of the 6 items. The chests start with only 2 items, with more being gradually added per updated up to 6.

These are the chests currently available:


Unlocks[edit | edit source]

Illuminator
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T BaronSamedi Illuminator Icon.png God Skin April 30, 2019 A skin for Baron Samedi. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Helheim
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T Ullr ForestReaper Icon.png God Skin April 30, 2019 A skin for Ullr. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Marrow Eater
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BfO SkinTeaser 1.png God Skin May 14, 2019 A skin for Fenrir. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Pop Punk
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BfO SkinTeaser 2.png God Skin May 14, 2019 A skin for Hel. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Cove Queen
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BfO SkinTeaser 3.png God Skin May 29, 2019 A skin for Nu Wa. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Howler Demon
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BfO SkinTeaser 4.png God Skin May 29, 2019 A skin for Hun Batz. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Sashimi Neko
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T Bacchus NekoSashimi Icon.png God Skin June 11, 2019 A skin for Bacchus. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Pendragon
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T KingArthur Pendragon Icon.png God Skin June 11, 2019 A skin for King Arthur. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Death Lotus
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Battle-for-Olympus-Teaser-4.png God Skin June 25, 2019 A skin for Daji. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Tiger’s Fury
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Battle-for-Olympus-Teaser-2.png God Skin June 25, 2019 A skin for Achilles. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Mothman
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Battle-for-Olympus-Teaser-3.png God Skin July 9, 2019 A skin for Ah Muzen Cab. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Clockwork Chaos
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Battle-for-Olympus-Teaser-1.png God Skin July 9, 2019 A skin for Discordia. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Collection bonuses[edit | edit source]

Unichrome
Icon Type Release Date Description
BfO SkinTeaser Set.png God Skin May 29, 2019 An exclusive skin for Set granted for unlocking all 6 Usurper items. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Seriph
Icon Type Release Date Description
BfO Horus Skin Teaser.png God Skin July 9, 2019 An exclusive skin for Horus granted for unlocking all 6 Rightful Heir items. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Winds of Change
Icon Type Release Date Description
BfO SkinTeaser T5.png God Skin Unreleased An unlimited skin for Kukulkan granted for unlocking all 18 items. It has custom animations and ability effects, and custom voicelines.
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Lore[edit | edit source]

Chapter 1: Usurper[edit | edit source]

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"You."

The single word rang out across the silence of the throne room. It surprised Ra, the accusation and venom lacing it striking the ear as though it were a physical blow. But what truly surprised the lord of the Egyptian Pantheon was that the word was not his own, though it echoed the shock and anger radiating from his heart.

The challenge had come from the golden, winged god Ra had just encountered, the one whose anger and pain had immediately convinced Ra he was innocent of Osiris' murder. That crime fell upon the hands of another, one who had just manifested from the shadows into the waning light of the setting sun.

"Yes," the dark god answered, his voice never rising beyond a barely decipherable whisper. "I. It is fair enough that the sight of blood might weaken your knees, young nephew. Give it time, and maybe you might recover a measure of the strength that has been so denied to you in your life."

At last, Ra saw them clearly. His gaze fell to the winged god, who knelt beside the slain Osiris, grief warring with rage. "Horus," said Ra.

"All your posturing," Horus snarled, looking back over his shoulder. "All of your threats, we endured them as the rantings of one embittered. But now, you have crossed a threshold you cannot return from. Murderer. You clutch for the crown, still dripping with the blood of the fair Osiris, to place upon your own head. You have destroyed order, Set, and cast us all into chaos."

"Order," Set repeated from behind Horus. "How can you love it so, even as it suffocates you?" He took a step closer, and Ra saw the corded muscles bunch in Horus' arms at his approach.

"Your father's blood is yet warm upon my hands, but it could never match the fire of conviction in my heart. Osiris was weak, and he was a fool. He was our king yet fear was his, her relished our stagnation as he headed the whims of fate for himself. There was never any future for us beyond what he, our master, allowed."

Set stopped just behind Horus, tilting his head to whisper in his nephew's ear. "Ours was an anemic, narrow inheritance, our destinies never our own. We were slaves, Horus. Surely even you could see that?"

Horus bolted upright, rounding upon Set. "Do not dare seek to draw me into your delusions. You speak only for yourself, of power rightly denied to one who seeks only wickedness and evil. You speak of one who murders, the act of a coward."

A dry chuckle slipped from Set's lips. "Only a fool could see my liberation of our land from his oppression as cowardice. Only the blind could fail to see my courage."

"Courage?" Horus roared. "From the shadows you came, a thief who stole the life from a god, a king, a father. With a single act you seek to throw all we know into madness, to sow the discord that will pave the way for your own ascension to rule over a people who have so rightly rejected and forgotten you. This cannot stand. This will not stand."

The air in the throne room crackled with supernatural tension of the three divine beings within it. Set and Horus locked their gaze, their faces a mere hand's span apart, their weapons creaking in their tightening grasps.

"Such pretty words," said Set. "And strong ones, for one who has lived off the scraps Osiris saw fit to drop to him. It is good to look to fend for yourself now. I would hate so to see you starve."

"You will never sit upon the throne of our kingdom," snarled Horus. "Not while my heart yet beats."

"Ah, and so you now seek your own vengeance," said Set, "so that you might take Osiris' place. The broken wheel keeps turning, until its weakness brings collapse."

"This is not vengeance, for this is a crime that can never be forgiven, or what was taken ever restored. No, this is justice, and I will be its agent here. I shall be the one to speak for he who had his voice taken from him. Through me, my father's silence will end."

Set slowly shook his head. "You are blind, nephew, but I promise to make you see. I will make the entire world see our real potential, a power they have yet to witness. Even now it races toward them, flying on the wings I have given it. I have set in motion what Osiris feared to; may he vanish into oblivion for his greed."

A soft rasp of steel filled the air as Set's bladed staff appeared, its edge still red with divine lifeblood.

"Will you join him, nephew?"

-

With Ra's departure, the Council continued its escalating spiral into chaos. The various delegations of gods, fractured into heated pockets of argument. Weapons were drawn, and mystical energies rippled into the air, raising the hair on necks and boiling the moisture in mouths.

Hera sought to retain her elegant, regal calm, an island of resolve against the rapidly disintegrating assembly. The temptation to have Argus restore order with his fists came quickly, but the Queen of the Gods pushed it away. The very purpose of the Council was to create a lasting peace through words, not violence. This could be her one chance to realize such a vision, and she had to bring it back from the brink before it was lost forever.

"Listen to me!"​

For a moment, the gods were rendered silent. Their eyes all turned to Hera, standing alone at the center of the amphitheater. She had seized their attention, but for how long she would be able to keep it, she did not know.

"This infighting must cease," Hera spread her arms to encompass the gods surrounding her. "You have all come here because you believed in the chance for something more, something beyond the constant strife, the vendettas and feuds, the needless spilling of blood, both divine and mortal alike. Together we have the opportunity to ascend beyond that. A golden age is within our reach, if we only release ourselves from the chains of the past that seek to blind us in ignorance, distrust and hatred."

The gods listened. Little by little, more of them took their seats, willing to listen to what the Queen of the Gods had to say.

"This is a dream," said Hera, "but one that can be made real. A dream I have fought for, and bled for. United, we can all make it real. Now," she leveled her scepter into the crowd, "who among you will build this dream with me?"

She was greeted with silence. Several of the delegations withdrew into hushed congress. Hera watched as a single figure rose, releasing a breath she had not realized she had been holding.

"You are right, Queen Hera," said Bellona, stepping down to the floor of the amphitheater alongside Hera. The queen blinked, shocked to hear agreement from the lips of the Roman war goddess. Bellona saw her confusion, offering a slight dip of her head.

"What you speak of is truly a dream," Bellona turned to adress the assembled gods. "A fantasy, and I do not deal in fantasies."

Hera felt her heart sink. This chance for her new order, already thin as gossamer, unraveled in her hands.

"I believe in the reality of the world," continued Bellona, "the realm of blood and steel that really exists. You can talk as much as you like upon your mountaintop but it can never change the fact that the world responds to strength, and strength alone."

Bellona turned to face Hera, her visage the hardened glare of war's very incarnation. "I have such strength and will use it to shape the world around me. Anyone who thinks different can meet me upon the field of battle."

"We cannot continue this," Hera pleaded. "Without order, without leadership, we will slaughter each other until there is nothing but ruin left."

Bellona shrugged in a clinking shift of armor plates and turned to walk from the amphitheater. "Then let us have a leader then."

"Oh?" Hera called after her, her anger slipping free from her demure posture. "And who would you have lead us?"

Bellona stopped at the doors, looking back at Hera over her shoulder.

"Why my Queen, isn't that obvious?" Bellona grinned. "Whoever is the strongest."

-

It was Horus who made the first move.

The two gods blurred as they clashed within the throne room, sparks of birthing flickering showers to illuminate the darkening chamber. Horus roared his anger with every strike, his attack fueled by a wellspring of youth and outrage. His wings swept great buffeting gales across the polished stone, and his spear flashed like a newborn star with every slash and thrust.

Set was a study in contrast, dodging and rebuffing his nephew's attacks in silence. Where each and every one of Horus' attacks bore every ounce of his strength and anger, Set fought with almost meditative calm. He endured the storm Horus brought, his experience knowing that it would not be long before the power of it waned, and finally broke.

With a breathless roar Horus thrust his spear towards Set's heart. He threw everything he had into the strike, his wings pinning against his back to propel him like an arrow toward his enemy. Set awaited the thrust, his stance low with his legs spread. One moment, he was rooted before the leaping Horus, and the next, he was gone.

Horus crashed to the ground as Set spun to one side away from the attack, his spear flying from his grasp to slide beyond his reach onto the polished stone floor. With a panted curse he pushed himself to his knees, only to find the blade of Set's staff resting upon his throat.

"Is that all?" Set looked down upon Horus. "I would express my disappointment, but in truth you have proven what I have said more than mere words ever could have. Look at you. A crown crushes the weak, Horus, and you look so very weak from up here."

"No more."

Set and Horus' eyes darted to where Ra stood, still by the corpse of Osiris. The sun god lifted his gaze from the murdered deity to fix them with his sun-bright glare. "I have allowed this to persist long enough, but no more. The two of you bicker and plot and spill blood for the throne of a single kingdom, when all of creation is at stake. The world has endured cataclysm and monstrosity like never before, and in their wake the pressure to fill the void of leadership has grown overwhelming."

Ra approached Horus and Set. Neither made any move to stop him, even Set as Ra placed his staff between his own and the throat of Horus. "The conflict between you both pales before that. Armies are being raised, and blades honed. Alliances form, or are questioned in light of the gathering storm before us all. The time has now come for us to take a side."

Set glanced back down at Horus. He glimpsed the spot where his blade had pressed against his nephew's neck, drawing a beat of bright crimson to spill down the snowy plumage.

"So be it," said Set, withdrawing his blade. "The world shall turn, and in my heart I know I will see you across the battlefield. I do not wish to fight you, Horus, even as everything burns. But if you make me, I will strangle you in the ashes."

And then Set was gone, vanishing like smoke. Horus rose to his feet, growling as he wiped the blood from his neck. He turned to Ra. "You have my thanks."

"Do not thank me yet," Ra shook his head. "The Goddess of Magic will take care of your father's remains, but you must make ready. We have no idea what is coming."

Chapter 2: Rightful Heir[edit | edit source]

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Olympus was empty.

It was but a shadow of itself. An echo of faded grandeur, doomed to be forgotten by those who had once looked to it for inspiration. Or so it seemed in this moment.

Hera stood alone in the grand amphitheater, save for the ever-watchful Argus. The Queen of the Gods cast her mind across the myriad of possibilities, seeking a way forward through the chaos that was now inevitable. Her eyes strayed to the empty benches. Who had been the last among the gods to leave? The first? Those were the ones to take note of. The ones who might be swayed to her cause, or who might stand against her.

Allies and enemies. As it had always been, so it seemed would always be.

“Hera.”

Ra’s voice pierced the silence. Hera turned to see the lord of the Egyptian Pantheon descending the steps of the amphitheater, followed closely by a golden, winged god. “I see it has not gone as well as you hoped,” Ra continued.

“No. They are as short-sighted as ever. We freed ourselves from the chains of fate, only to repeat the same mistakes.” Hera looked past Ra, to meet the steady gaze of his companion. “You are Horus. Son of Osiris. Your fame precedes you.”

“As does yours, Queen of Olympus,” Horus replied. “Word of your wisdom has reached far and wide.” He took in the empty amphitheater. “Sadly, it seems to be unappreciated.”

“Not by all, I hope,” Hera said, and then cursed herself silently. Ra would not have brought Horus, save that he was potential ally. She could not risk seeming weak.

“Forgive me – circumstances are not as I hoped they might be for a first meeting.”

“You are not alone in that,” Horus said. He fell silent.

Hera looked at Ra. “Osiris is gone,” he explained. Hera felt a flicker of sympathy for the young god. She too knew the loss of a loved one.

Horus’ wings snapped out, stretching to their utmost, before folding again. “Betrayed by Set,” he said, beak snapping in anger. “My treacherous uncle sees opportunity in chaos. He would crack the world, if it served his ends.”

“And what would you do with the world, son of Osiris?” Hera asked.

“I would ensure that it persisted. That the sun rose without fail, and that mortals lived without fear. Though I am a warrior born, I long for the day war is but a memory.​

“As do I,” Hera said.

“As do we all,” Ra added. “That is why I acquiesced, when Horus asked me to bring him here. He too seeks allies, though for a different conflict.”

“Not so different, I think,” Horus said. “It is the same battle, whatever the field.” He looked out over the amphitheater. “Order against chaos. My uncle thrives in chaos – it is his element. He will seek to take advantage of the current upheaval. As the gods squabble amongst themselves, Set will grow stronger.”

“He is not alone in that,” Hera said. “There are others who will find the opportunity in disorder. They will seek to expand their spheres, whatever the cost.” She shook her head.

“Even if it means this new war claims us all.”

Horus nodded in agreement with her words. Set would be forging an army – or at the very least, an alliance of equals. Horus knew that he must do the same, if he had any hope of thwarting his uncle’s ambitions. He had one ally, at least, in Ra. But he needed more.

He glanced at the lord of the Egyptian Pantheon, and took some comfort from that. Ra was mighty indeed, and had witnessed Set’s confession for himself. Had seen him cast down the bloodied crown of Osiris, as if it were but a trinket.

As if it did not matter at all.

Horus’ grip tightened on his spear’s haft, as he fought against the by-now familiar surge of anger. He had lost control, in that moment, and nearly his life. Set had defeated him with ease, leaving him humiliated. But determined. Defeat had brought with it a lesson – to defeat Set required cunning. Strategy. Allies.

“Why did you come here, son of Isis?”

Hera’s words snapped him from his reverie. “Allies,” he said. “As Ra said. I require – I need allies.” He looked around. “But I see none here.”

He felt Hera bristle at that. She was easily insulted, this queen. Proud, but tempered by pragmatism. Even so, his words had stung her. But before he could attempt to mitigate his statement, someone new spoke.

“Then you are not looking close enough, oh lord of the black lands.” The words slithered down from above. There was a great rasping, like the sound of many shields scraping against one another. “You see only the ashes of defeat, rather than the spark of victory. How disappointing.”

Horus turned, seeking the intruder, as Hera, her eyes sparking with divine light, brandished her sceptre. “Who dares come unannounced to Olympus?” she commanded. “Identify yourself!” At her words, her guardian slammed his great fists together.

“Identify myself?” the voice hissed. “Do you not know me, Queen of Olympus? You invited me here, and here I am. I watched and listened, as you waxed eloquent to our kith and kin. And now I am done listening.” Again, the rasping sound. And something else, like the flapping of wings.​

Horus peered upwards. His keen gaze picked out a massive serpentine shape, coiled about the uppermost reaches of the pillars above. Even as he spotted the shape, its coils loosened their grip and it plummeted towards the trio of gods.

“Look out,” Horus cried, letting his wings carry him backwards. Hera and Ra both dove aside as the thing fell towards them. A great rush of wind filled the amphitheater, nearly bowling them all over. Horus fought to stay aloft as the wind ripped at him, and readied his spear. He spied the others preparing themselves as well. Whatever this creature was, it would not find them easy prey, at least

The shape did not strike the floor, but instead hovered in place, held aloft by the beating of great feathered wings. Four of them, in fact, attached to a sinuous, scaled form. A snakelike visage, branded by a plume of feathers, swung towards Horus. Its golden headdress clattering. Horus felt an atavistic chill. God or no, falcons and serpents had a bloody history. He raised his spear warily.

“Stay your spear, little falcon. I do not desire your blood this day,” the newcomer hissed in amusement. It paused.

“Tomorrow, perhaps.. but not today.”

“Kukulkan,” Hera said, flatly. “What are you doing here, old serpent?”

“I was invited,” Kukulkan said. “Remember?” The plumed serpent undulated through the air towards the Queen of the Gods, jaws slightly agape.

“I did not see you among the others.” She waved Argus back, as her guardian tensed. She wanted to know why Kukulkan was here. The Serpent of the Nine Winds was enigmatic – few could claim his good favour, and none seemed to know what he wanted. She had never included him in her calculations for that very reason. There were easier gods to bargain with.

“Because I did not wish to be seen.” Kukulkan slithered around her, his scaled not touching the floor, his gaze cool and calculated. “not by you, or anyone."

“Why did you not leave with the rest?”

“I was curious. And my curiosity was rewarded.” He reared up over her, and Argus gave a rumble of warning. Kukulkan ignored the warrior. “Such an intriguing gathering, this.. a meeting of pantheons.”

“Yes. though I’d hoped our numbers would be greater.”

Kukulkan gave a rattling, hissing laugh. “No doubt. And whose fault is that, then?

Hera frowned. “Did you come here to simply mock me?”

“Not just for that, no.” He turned towards Horus. “My condolences on the demise of your father.” He paused. “Who rules his stead?”

“What business is that of yours?” Horus said.

Again, the hissing laugh. The cold gaze turned back to Hera. “A kingdom without a king, and a queen without a kingdom. Strange bedfellows, indeed.”

“Speak plainly.” The air rippled with heat as Ra spoke. Kukulkan glanced at him, and then back at Hera.

“They will not follow you.” He paused. “either of you.”

She stared at him. “What?”

“Neither of you will be the one to bring about this golden age you both desire.”

Before Hera could reply, laughter filled the amphitheater. For a moment, she feared treachery. But Kukulkan swayed back, head turning, eyes narrowed. Whoever this was, they had surprised him as well.

The shadows swelled and split, revealing a lean shape. “Set,” Horus spat.

Set applauded mockingly. “Well said, old serpent. Well said indeed.” He looked at Hera. “Nothing pierces so sharp as the truth, eh?”

Argus took a step towards the other god, but Hera restrained him. “Leave,” she said. “Olympus is mine and you are not welcome here, traitor.” She glanced at Horus, and he gave her a terse nod of thanks.

“And what of me, oh queen?” a sepulchral voice intoned. “Am I not of Olympus, as much as you?”

Argus snarled, and Hera turned. An ebon-winged shape crouched atop a nearby pillar, scythe in hand. “Thanatos,” she said. “What do you want here, death-bringer?”

“Merely to fulfill my function,” Thanatos said, mockingly. “Death is abroad in the mortal lands. God wars against god. Sides are drawn and a thousand conflicts bloom anew.” He brandished his scythe. “For instance, Bellona rides to war, seeking to overcome old rivals.” he leaned towards her. “Such as your son.”

“Ares,” Hera said, softly. She shook her head. Her son could fight his own battles – indeed, he would likely relish such a conflict. “And this please you both, no doubt.”

“Of course,” Set said. “We have found a commonality of spirit, the Hand of Death and I.”

He leveled his bladed staff. “This world stands upon the brink of a new age. The old ways are done and dust. And you will join them, nephew. As will you, Ra – and you as well, oh queen of nothing.” His red gaze slid towards the Plumed Serpent. “You are free to leave, old one. I bear you no enmity.”

“I am humbled by such magnanimity, oh lord of the red land.” Kukulkan reared, multi-coloured scales clattering like the panoply of war. “But I am afraid I must decline your offer. I stand alongside these, against you. The sun must rise, and Kukulkan will see that it does so.” Hera, somewhat surprised, said nothing. Perhaps the old serpent had not come to cause mischief at all

Set stared at Kukulkan for a moment. Then he gave a brief nod. “You would count yourself among my foes? Very well. One or a hundred, it matters not to us.”

“Bold words,” Hera said, her anger swelling. “Is that why you’re here?” She glared up at Thanatos. “To declare war on your queen?”

Thanatos inclined his head, in mocking respect. “War is but the preamble of death, my lady,” he said. “Immortality a perversion of the natural order. For too long, the gods have flouted the ancient laws that bind all souls.”

“Never fear, Thanatos.. a war among them will soon set that to rights,” a high, girlish voice piped. Thanatos swept aside his wing, revealing a slim, brightly-hued goddess hovering behind him, out of sight just now.

Hera’s eyes widened. “Discordia,” she said. “You as well?”

“Of course,” Discordia said. “Where else would I be?”

Hera stared at the goddess of strife, wondering if Bellona’s actions – the dissolution of her council – had been caused not by her own failure, or their obstinacy, but by the guiding hand of the being before her. It wouldn’t be the first time Discordia – or Eris, as she had once called herself – had set god against god for her own amusement.

As if reading her thoughts, Discordia smiled. She gestured and orbs of unruly magic swirled about her. “I desire to see volleys of arrows, the clashing of blades, strikes of lightning and the surging of death.” Her smile became savage.

“let us be about it, shall we?”

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