34 The Panther Goddess

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Gaea was just sitting on a chair, keeping an eye on the thief, and the other on Theos. For the last few months, she had seen how he had went from being a boy, to a man. Of course, she didn't actually see anything. She respected his wishes, and she respected his privacy. She does hope, that he actually practiced safe sex.

'I did not teach him contraceptive spells just for him to never use them.' Gaea thinks to herself.

As she was reading a new book that Oshtur had sent her, via Agamotto, she saw something that made her pause. Ares was attacking her son. She was almost ready to get up and punish Ares herself, but Theos proved himself enough.

'While he was angry, and hence distracted, he is still almost twice as strong as Theos. Theos has improved a lot, if despite his lower strength, he managed to defeat a God of War, let alone Ares.' Gaea muses, smiling in pride.

As she saw Theos push Ares through a portal, she stands up, and teleports to the beach. Looking up, she sees the portal disappear, and within a few seconds, Ares crashes into the beach of her island, a few dozen meters away from her.

Barely a fraction of a second later, his new sword crashes down in the same location. Gaea winces, already knowing where the sword was stuck, and yet, does not feel an ounce of pity for Ares.

'That's what you get for attacking my son, you dumb brute.'

"Ungh!" Ares grunts, feeling the sword in his left buttock, but somehow feeling thankful that it did not strike in between. That.. would have been more uncomfortable.

"How does it feel? Losing to a God weaker than you?" Gaea asks, amusement colouring her words, and frees him from his bindings. Of course, she does not touch the sword. He deserves to suffer for a little more time.

Ares, now free of the trees, just grunts at her, recognizing her voice, and moves his hand behind him. Wincing at the sharp pain, when his hand touched the sword's handle, he whines a bit, and asks, "Can't you remove the sword too, Lady Gaea?"

Gaea snorts, and says, "You attacked my son. What do you think?"

Letting air through his nose in frustration, Ares grits his teeth, and ignoring the pain, just pulls the sword out. Unfortunately for him, the sword was made from Imperial Gold, which does not allow Divine Healing to work for a few hours.

So, when golden ichor bleeds on the sandy beach of the island, Ares puts his hand on the wound, on his buttock and just glares at it.

Gaea just chuckles, seeing him glare backwards at the wound that refused to heal up. Taking pity on him, and knowing his lack of talent in the Magical Arts, she conjures a large piece cloth, and tells him, "Bind the wound, lest you bleed to death on my island."

Ares roughly grabs the cloth from her hands, and binds his leg, making sure to patch the Butt wound as much as possible. Once done, he starts limping towards the house in the distance, and asks, "I didn't think you had a house other than your caves and the palace in Olympus. What is this place?"

Gaea joins him in his walk, and answers, "This is my home. Despite what you Olympians might want to believe, you are not my sole responsibility. This.. is where I keep an eye on everyone from."

Ares nods, understanding the strategic value behind a hidden home, and honestly impressed that no one knows of it. He thinks, 'No one, other than me, that is. Now I have something to boast about.'

Seeing the grin on his face, Gaea becomes annoyed, and warns him, "You won't remember this place, Ares. I don't trust you enough yet."

Ares, who's left hand was supporting his left leg, puts his right hand on his chest, and says, "Woe is me, Gaea. It hurts, that despite all the hardships we've been through, you don't trust me."

"We-" Gaea motions between the two of them, and continues, "-haven't been through any hardships together, Ares. And don't think I've forgotten. You tried to kill my son."

Putting both his hands up, Ares leans on his right leg, and says, "To be fair, I did not know he was your son. And how could I? He looks like those bloody Daevas!"

Gaea raises an eye, already knowing about the oddity of Theos's skin colour, and asks, "And you thought that I would allow a thief of my swords to just run free? Please don't tell me you did not recognize the Magic on my swords."

Ares mumbles something, that sounds like, "That doesn't work when I can't even sense Magic." But Gaea ignores it.

She says, "I won't hear your excuses, Ares. You saw Adamantine swords, assumed Theos was the thief, and attacked without thinking for a moment. Don't forget, that I saw each and every one of your actions from right before you left the bar, drunk on Ale."

Grunting at her, Ares enters Gaea's house, and says, "Well, then.. uh.. you should have warned us that you were giving your swords to your son. What was I supposed to do if it was actually the thief?!"

"Think, you idiot. Think. The thief already managed to infiltrate Olympus, and steal your sword right from under your bed, without you even knowing. Do you actually think he will so carelessly appear in the open?" Gaea asks, summoning a soft seat for Ares to sit in, while sitting in her own wooden chair.

She's vengeful, not emotionless.

Ares just sighs, knowing she was right. 'Bloody old woman.' He thinks, scowling at her.

Gaea looks at him dangerously, and asks, "Did you just call me old?"

Ares panics, and gets up to run, but Gaea just waves her hand, which magically pulls Ares back down. He yells, "Ow, holy fuck, be gentle, will you!?" As he landed back on his buttock.

Pulling Ares's face towards herself, Gaea whispers, "That.. was me being gentle. The next time you attack my son without any reason, I will repeat the punishment my son gave you, and then spank you."

"I wouldn't say no to some spanking, Gaea. But only if the stabbing doesn't occur again." Ares snarls, fearful of her, but still wanting to seem defiant.

Gaea grimaces, grossed out, and says, "Ignoring that disturbing sentence, be warned. This is the last time I'm forgiving you for an attack on my son. Of course, he can punish you himself later anyway, just like he did today. But, in case he does not, I most definitely will. Now leave."

Without warning him, she summons a portal under him, and sends him to his room in Olympus. Of course, she made sure that he lands on his buttocks. As she said, she was vengeful.

'Now, what are you going to do next, Theos?' Gaea thinks to herself, and sits back down on her vigil, while also keeping an eye on the thief, who was still looking for his favourite target.

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Walking into my first completely Divine Bar, I see a lot of curious faces. By a lot, I mean 4. There were literally 4 people within this Bar, as it catered solely to Gods, and one of them was the barkeep himself.

"Ah, the son of Neith. I was wondering when you were coming into my humble abode." The short barkeep says, welcoming me within the bar. And I mean short, he was about 5 foot tall.

Cautiously, I walk towards the main bar, and sit down, glancing at the other Gods just once. There was Khonshu, the Moon God, Hathor, the Lion Goddess, and Bast, the Panther Goddess. Huh, all of them are siblings, are they not?

As for the barkeep, that was Bes, the Protector God of the Home, and part time God of Brewers.

Heliopolis did not have a set God of Drinking, Beer, Wine, etc, but 3 Gods shared the job, depending on their moods. I guess, Bes decided to work this bar today.

Nodding at Bes, and knowing that he already knows of my mission, like all Gods do, I ask, "Greetings, Lord Bes. Any sign of our thief?"

Bes raises his eyebrow, and pours a drink for me. He smirks at me, and says, "Information is only shared with paying customers. And no conjured Gold."

This short bastard. He's evil, and he knows it. Look at that smirk of his. He knows I only have conjured gold with me. I hear the Gods behind me chuckle, while Bast snarks, "Be careful with this one, Bes. He might just steal your beer if you anger him."

Khonshu and Hathor just laugh harder, making me groan. I whisper, "Oh for fucks sake. You're still on that? Get on with the times, Lady."

The shifting of a chair sounds, making me look up, as Bast gets up angrily. Bes though, calmly says, "Remember the rules, Bast. No fights in the bar. Take this outside if you want it so much."

I was not surprised by this. Gods take Guest rights more seriously than the Starks of Winterfell, and that's saying something. Plus, Bes is the Protector God of the Home, he won't allow harm to come to his guests, at least not under his own roof.

What I was surprised by, was that the still human looking Bast now had black fur growing from her neck, and her canines(or maybe I should say Feline teeth?) were growing sharper.

"Control yourself, Bast." Hathor amusedly says, a bit of arrogance in her voice.

Taking a deep breath, as Hathor looks on in amusement, Bast shifts back into a complete human, and says, "No need, Bes. This thief is not worthy of a fight with me." Turning to Hathor, she says, "I'm leaving. I don't want to stay in the same place as such filth."

As she spoke that, though, it struck a nerve in me. Here I was, roaming the Earth, looking for hints about a weapon that Horus was stupid enough to loose, and Ra was stupid enough to make, and here she was, this cunt Bast, insulting me to my face.

"Is that any way to talk to your uncle, Bast?" I ask, feeling like I had a bruised ego, that I wanted to heal.

"You are not my uncle!" Bast snarls furiously, once again turning into a were-panther.

Taking a sip from the Beer that Bes had kept in front of me, I muse loudly, "Let's see. You're Bast, the adopted Daughter of Ammon-Ra, who is in turn the Son of Neith. And who am I, but another Son of Neith. So, yes, while you're adopted, technically, I'm still your uncle." Smirking at her, I add, "Show me some respect, niece."

The other three Gods, Khonshu, Hathor, and Bes, just looked on, wanting to see how it ends. Well, Bes was also waiting for his payment. I'll have to bring something from Donna, aren't I?

Bast stays silent, but glares at me with her cat like eyes, as I calmly drink the beer. And damn, does Bes know how to make Beer. Granted, this is the first Beer I've drunk, in either of my lives, but wow! Either Beer is inherently this tasty, or just Bes's Beer is.

Looking at my nonchalant face must have been a trigger for the Panther Goddess, who finally turns into a complete were-panther, with black fur covering all of her body, and the crown on her head grows downwards, covering her right eye.

She growls, "You. Me. Outside. Now!" and with that, she stomps out the door. Hathor and Khonshu stand up, with Khonsho just sighing, while Hathor being a bit excited, and walk out after her.

Looking at Bes, I raise an eyebrow, to which he says, "I'm not leaving the bar. You will pay me for the beer later."

I nod, and get up. Stretching a bit, I say, "Don't worry. I'll bring you something nice the next time I come here."

And then I walk out to my first bar fight. I have to say, I did not expect my first bar fight, in either of my lives, to happen with a woman. Granted, she's a God, but still.

I hope mother doesn't get disappointed when I kick Bast around.

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A/N: Don't worry, I have not forgotten the plot. But I just wanted to bring an actual Bar experience to Theos. Fights happen, and he's been Bar skipping for a few months now. That was bound to happen, but since the mortals saw him as someone dangerous, they didn't try anything.

Bast is also a God though, and she has a connection with the Vibranium. Not actually, but meh, my story my rules. He "stole" from her, and she insulted him. They were bound to fight.

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