Awake And Alive ((Neptune))

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Saturn smiled, a look that would make Caesar pee himself. He lifted his arms and looked at his hands, flexing his fingers. Real fingers. Ah, it was good to be back. He straightened his suit jacket and looked around at the ruins. They wouldn’t be ruins for long if he had a say in it. His grand palace home here on Mount Tamalpais would be back to its former glory within the year, looking as though nothing had ever dared disturb it. And no one would dare disturb it again.

Molten gold eyes scanned the horizon where the sun was setting, lighting the Pacific Ocean on fire. It was beautiful, he mused. He hadn’t seen the sunset in… well, two years. But it felt like too long. And it was too long. But that was soon to be amended. Ah, a revenge sweeter than nectar. It would be his. And soon. Those Olympians wouldn’t know what hit them. His foolish children and the ones who sided with them would perish. Turn to him or perish. There were no other options. Servitude or death. It would be spectacular. The throne, his again. The world, his. Perfect.

He walked along what used to be a grand corridor, enjoying the sound of his own footfalls. They sounded real. Because he was real. Never to grace Tartarus again. He would not be defeated again. The Olympians, on the other hand, would have no such luck. They would all fall to the might of Saturn. Some of them he would give the chance to join him, but the first generation Olympians, his children, would stand no chance. He looked forward to their demises. It would be his crowning moment. When his army of mortals, demigods, monsters, and every creature with two cents in their brain who sided with him, would overcome Olympus and the armies that still dared oppose him. He would soon have his day. Very, very soon.

Tag: Neptune
Word Count: 325ish
Notes: here to stay! Mwahaha! song

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The Pacific Ocean, the god of the seas much preferred the Atlantic as opposed to its western ocean. Still, he was called to this side of the Earth due to a few of the sea creatures getting tense and jittery. They wanted Neptunes attention because something was bothering them. Sure, these waters were always a bit unpleasant because it was so close to his dear father old ruins were. He glanced at the peak of the mountain. Even he felt a form of disturbance. Heck, he almost did the silly hand gesture to ward off evil. Silly, him. There was nothing that scared him. He was one of the big three Olympians. He ruled a majority of the Earth for Gods sake! Still, he should probably check it out, with all the rumors of his dear old dad making a return, any news could do good for the Olypmians.

Neptune made his way to the shore and decided to walk to the peak, wasn't long for him to get bored and just poof up there. Not straight to the peak mind you, he wasn't that much of an idiot, just a few feet down. Yet, he froze in place for a moment as a tremor went up his spine. Probably just from the cold, right? Neptune was too use to the waters, not the mountains, never been found of them. Not even of Olympus, but he gave his brother the courtesy of showing up for the annual solstice meet ups, even if they were a drag. But still, at least he had a throne unlike his dear older brother Pluto. Neptune always wondered why Pluto got the short end of the stick. Maybe deep deep deep, you know, once you dig past his giant ego, a part of Jupiter was worried Pluto would try to overthrow him since Pluto was older than Jupiter and whatnot. Neptune shrugged as he continued his train of thought. It didn't really matter to him. He was still the middle brother so his position wouldn't change, regardless of whose huge ego butt sat on the throne of Olympus.

As he made his way to the peak with the ruins he stopped short as his face paled. There was just no way what he was seeing was real. It couldn't be. They had just stopped an attempted arising of him just a few years back. He couldn't have reformed this early. He swallowed hard as he remembered hearing about the rumors surrounding his daughters little camp. He shrugged off his timid deameanor and put back on his mighty godly one as he strode within eyesight. "Seems I missed the invite to a family reunion, father."

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notes: hope this works >_<

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He could feel him coming, but still he didn’t turn. Though it did bring a smirk to his face. He knew sooner or later he would be found, and all the better too. Let little Neptune be the one to sound the warning to his dear siblings and company. At the sound of his oh so pleasant sound of his son’s voice. He turned slowly in place and smiled coldly. “I suppose you’ll have to take that one up with your failing postal service. Though I’m glad you could make it on such short notice.”

Saturn turned to look at the ruins around him as if with pride. They were starting to look less like ruins, though. Solid black stone walls rose here and there up to his waist. The statues were reforming as well. And even in one spot the wall was high enough to support a torch that flickered in the growing dark. He looked back to Neptune, the smile still on his face. “My apologies for the less than full welcome party. It’s been a while since this place was whole. Soon though. Very soon. Then I shall be able to host as many… family reunions, as you put it, as I wish. But in the meantime, it’s just the two of us, by the looks of it. So, my dear son, welcome to Orthys. The proper seat of power.”

He kept a close calculating eye on Neptune, looking for the slightest hint of apprehension. Oh, just to know he made the gods nervous would be such sweet news. But at the moment, no such luck. Then again, Neptune was oftentimes hard to read, much like the sea he ruled over. Finicky. Changing. There was no telling what was going on in that man’s head. His brother’s on the other hand. Jupiter was easy to read because he didn’t bother holding anything back. Pluto was harder, true, possibly more so than Neptune at times. The three boys made an interesting variety. Not that it would matter very much longer though. Soon they would all be history and nothing more. Specks of dust in Tartarus if he had any say in the matter, which he liked to think he most certainly did.

“So, let me guess. You’re going to run home with your tail between your legs like a good god and tattle on me?” Which, albeit, was what he was hoping for. Let the gods know he was here, let them start building their army. Let them fear.

Tag: Neptune
Word Count: 427
Notes: sure it does! mwahahaha!