The young prince of Assyria silently tiptoed around his bedroom and lit a lamp. Tonight was the night. Adonis smiled as he knelt down to reach the women's clothing which had been under his bed. He gave the soft silk tunic a look over before pulling it onto his nude body. The beautiful prince walked with untaught grace across the large and beautiful bedroom over to his mirror. There the prince applied a light amount of makeup and combed his hair.
"Would you f*ck me? I'd f*ck me. I'd f*ck me hard." Adonis spoke in a voice that could have belonged to sultry woman or a charming young man. After another long gaze in the mirror Adonis adjusted his posture to that of a woman. Sure enough it looked as though a beautiful young woman was looking back at him with an erotic smile. Adonis tied his coin pouch to the inside of his robe before leaving his bedroom.
He should have left a note at least for Persephone, but not tonight. The next time he wanted to see the goddess was after his death. But it was now midnight and like always the passage would be opened on the first day of spring, usually he would leave with Persephone. However Adonis was leaving early. Adonis quickly and silently made his way out of the underworld's castle. The underworld was dark and bleak, but with the right company it could shine. He nodded to the demons who guarded the exit which led to the myrrh tree he was delivered to each spring.
"It's midnight, and there fore spring. I have every right to leave." The demons glared and looked slightly confused but stepped aside so Adonis could exit. As Adonis stepped through the exit he felt the cold chill of winter brush against his cheeks. His feet felt frozen as he stepped through the deep snow in his sandals. But like he had guessed he giants were not present. And the castle guards weren't in mass numbers like he assumed the would be in the morning when he usually arrived.
The prince made his way over to the castle garden, there a petrified vine clung tightly to the castle wall. Adonis took a deep breath before attempting to climb up the vine it quickly gave way and the prince tumbling down. After all these years Adonis was not going to give up now. Adonis dug his fingers into the wall and to his surprise he found could get a decent grip on the wall and find footholds. With a smile Adonis began his long ascend up the wall. After what felt like forever but eventually the prince made it to the top of the wall and took a moment to rest his aching muclses. Only after his rest did he realize that beyond the wall he had just climbed was yet another, something that must have been added while he was in the underworld. Adonis sobbed at the sight. It seemed he would never get the freedom he yearned for. The mortal god of beauty wiped tears from his eyes as turned his head in the direction of what sounded like singing unlike he ever heard before.
"Piltzintecuhtli, brother thank you so much for going me on my journey home. I invite you to stay in Greece." Apollo said with a smile as he spoke to the Aztec deity who was also in a chariot, however the Aztec god's chariot was pulled by a giant feathered serpent. The Aztec god of sunrises laughed.
"Thank you brother but if all the gods here look like you, I'd rather not." Apollo grinned as he looked over the muses who giggled.
"Here's some seeds, for home. I know how much you like to see things that aren't there." Pilzintecuhtli gave Apollo a pat on the back. "
Come and visit in the next 52 years, Brother."
Apollo nodded his head before giving the Aztec god a hug.
"Maybe I'll visit sooner. Good bye brother." Apollo waved as the Aztec god took off before tightening the reins on his swans. Apollo sighed as he rested his chin on the nearest muse. He hadn't slept in nearly two days during his travel back home. Apollo sung softly as the chariot flew, he smiled, he was sure his mother would be thrilled to see him again. "Let's make a short cut." Apollo offered to which the muses responded with a groan, "
Not again Apollo. You're last short cut is why it took so long to get here!" Apollo rolled his eyes and waved his hand. "I have an idea." Apollo yanked the reins in a sudden left and ordered the swans to fly faster.
"I can show you the world...." He sang as the swans flew. He raised an eyebrow, off in the distance it seemed a woman was standing on a castle wall preparing to jump. In a burst of light the chariot went faster just in time for Apollo to scoop the woman into his arms before the fall. Apollo gave a charming smile,
"Why hello." He said calmly as the woman squirmed in his arms, he laughed. "
What's your name, dove?" He asked in a seductive tone, his voice at least had aged since his departure.
"Lola." Adonis replied quickly making up a name. Apollo laughed,
"Liar. But I can't let such a pretty woman get away, stand over by the muses and hang on tight. I'll take you to Olympus." Apollo yanked the reins again and the swans flew faster once more.
Adonis felt nervous as he stood at the back of the chariot. He was getting jealous glances from the muses whenever Apollo looked away. Adonis gave an anxious smile then suddenly he was pushed off the chariot by several of the muses as Apollo looked away.
"See that, little lady? That's Athens. We're flying over the forest right now and-" Apollo turned back to look at the beatiful woman he had just captured. "
Hey...where did Lola go?" The god questioned, the muses only smile and shrugged. Apollo shrugged
, "I'm sure I'll find her again." Apollo yawned as the swans took him to the home of his mother. There the chariot silently landed and Apollo and the muses stepped onto the balcony, however some how Apollo was managing to carry nine women (some pregnant) silently as he tiptoed to his old bedroom. To his surprise it was clean as the day he had left it over a century ago. Apollo carefully placed the goddesses on his bed then closed his eyes to get some much needed rest. When the sun rose he would surprise his mother who hadn't seen or head from him in a hundred years.
Adonis yelled out as he fell through the air and crashed on brittle tree branches. When he reached the ground he was face down in the snow. After several minutes Adonis rolled over on his back, groaned and spat out snow. He was in a forest. Adonis knew that much, he only wished he hadn't forgotten his bow and arrows. Adonis shivered, he looked like a very cold and a very beautiful woman. Adonis smiled, yes he was freezing and in a strange place but he was free. And in a place he was sure Aphrodite would never find him, Aphrodite was much too delicate to lay foot in a forest.