Thysa

Don't mess with a greek goddess

“I love you, my dear”

Thysa’s bare feet thundered against the gravel-- sounding like crackling lighting, her eyes set ablaze with divine fire as she rounded upon the small mortal man. The tiny human who had wielded so much power for a few moments. The blood soaked blade clattered to the ground, the man soon to follow as his knees hit the ground with a harsh thud.

His head lifted timidly to look at her, his entire being trembling with fear and awe. So small, this fragile man. Thin, wrinkled skin over old flesh pulled taught with hunger. He was a skeleton, he was weak. Yet he had been so powerful with the man-made weapon, had gotten drunk on it and like many other, weak, men he had succumbed to it’s overwhelming call and had done the unspeakable.

Where the man trembled in terror, she trembled in fury. Wind picked up around them, storm clouds brewing as thunder roared in the distance. The ocean grew restless, waves beginning to rush faster and crash against the cliffs violently, spraying the two figures in salty water droplets. The storm was sudden and unnatural, brought upon by the anger of a god.

And a god she was. Standing towering above the man despite being short than him.

She pulsed with power, her skin shimmering unnaturally and her presence larger than life. One could almost see the crowning glow of a halo behind the locks of her hair, the flicker of light in the depths of her her eyes revealing the forces of nature that sung just below the surface.

When she spoke the earth trembled and her physical vessel seemed to crack, unable to contain the raging powers within, forcing the man to avert his wide eyes and tightly clasp his hands in prayer.

“ you couldn’t let her go-”

The man shrunk back, cowering and trying to disappear. Thysa’s hands reached out, roughly grabbing the man’s tunic and ripping him forward. “ I should have let the erinyes come and tear your mind apart, like you and so many murderers deserve.” She growled, her voices echoing like boulders crashing against one another and making the man moan in pain as the sounds pierced his skull. “But you are mine, mine forever to break, mine to torture and punish for what you have done.”

Soft pleas started to tumble from the quivering man’s lip, blood leaking from one ear as a hand came up to touch the goddess’ chin. But before his finger tips could brush against her skin, she snatched his wrist,pushing his hand away and tightened her grip, shattering the brittle bones. He let out a pained gasp, now writhing to get away from her instead of placating her.

“ Fool,” she rumbled, her hand still tightly wrapped around the man’s shattered wrist. “ Thinking I’d let you try and weasel out of this” She stepped back, dragging the man with her and drawing pained moans from him as the motion jostled his broken bones.  

She paused briefly at the body of a woman, laying crumpled on the muddy ground, her eyes staring lifelessly up into the storming sky. Her throat had a deep cut covered in drying blood. Thysa crouched down, brushing a few blood caked strands out of the woman’s face and pressing a gentle kiss against her cold forehead.

“ I’ll be back”

The wind howled as the goddess arose, making her way towards the small shack near the sparse cluster of trees, the whining man in tow, the storm continuing to rage around them.

Author's Note

This is just, a thought in my head that I wrote. Feel free to tear it apart if you so wish.

Reviews

[Jay Ghar]

I like this a lot. Only thing...”standing towering above the man”. I’d pick one. “Standing” or “towering”. But I’m pretty jealous if your head just spits out thoughts this good.