--beginning scene(unfinished)
Of all the ways to die, getting smited for expressing sarcasm wasn’t exactly that high on Koraxios’ list, but here we are. “Oh well.”, the crow man murmured.
But who was he even kidding? Koraxios chose to speak in a tone clearly laced with sarcasm. To a really not-in-a-good-mood Menaetes, or maybe it was Aureliphobos, ah, he doesn’t really know. Can’t remember shit. What a shame.
And so the bigger deity, Koraxios had already forgotten what that one was called, took matters a tad too far. That’s right, just a tad.
“This..ought to happen soon anyways”, he said it like a reminder to himself as he slowly dusted himself off after being struck down by the 'oh so high and mighty' Fates Keeper itself, yeah, what an awful experience. But fear not, this was already a common enough occurrence for the crippled messenger, if you could say so.
The crow-like person strolled through…wherever the heck it was, might as well be hell because it sure does look pretty fitting. Oh, right! It is the Underworld after all, guess it didn’t change one bit since the last time he perished. Well, except there’s certainly more souls arriving all at once.
Eh, must be the war.. Wait. What war? What fucking war was he thinking about? Why did he suddenly get a quick vision of a battle?
”What the actual hell..??”, the bird man exclaims.
Oh! What a silly old bird, the war! The one to reveal that some, likely most, ‘immortals’ weren’t entirely immortal at all. The one where a majority of two hundred and sixty warriors were pronounced dead, the one where… hey, what was it that happened.. something to do with this dying all over again situation? Koraxios just let out a rather frustrated sigh, why couldn’t he just piece together what had just happened?
Heck, that strike from The Greatest Atropandriades, who the messenger had just remembered the name of a moment ago, must’ve really messed up his head.
But of all those foggy flashes of memories, there’s this one thought that stood out, it felt like it was more of an order carved into the back of his mind, get to Phoebus and Cyrillus, that felt familiar. Still, the avian couldn’t make out who they could be.
What could he do? He then made his way through and out of that gloomy place, finally. Going towards wherever those two, well, creatures probably were. With nothing more than his instincts to lead the way, Koraxios sure did worry whether whatever judgement he had for this strange route was right. No turning back now, that is.
After a whole while of going down some curvy roads, some twisted paths, he made it to..a rather large cabin. He guessed.
What’s the most logical thing to do now? Knock? Nah, not for this birdie.
To sneak into its not-so-spacious garden and find a living being to talk to was his plan, yeah, what a weird way of thinking for a weird crow.
Before he could even step his second step, a body crashed into him and he quite literal flew to the side of a fountain. And as quick as the crash came, something was suddenly holding the immortal messenger down to the slightly damp soil surrounding the fountain.
Koraxios managed to lift his face up from the ground to look at the figure, please let it not be one of those deities, he had had enough of their bullshit already. Huh, is that a faun? I think the guy’s a faun, is this Cyrillus? I feel like it is. I don’t remember him but I feel like I know him, do I? The winged creature took a moment to question himself before speaking, his tongue was often the reason for his downfall, “are you perha—“
”Corvian?”, the man asked with uncertainty.
Corvian? That felt like his name. Wait, no, it is his name. Corvian. His name, Koraxios’ name was Corvian. Then this must b-
“I’m guessing you’ve got that memory loss thing again, yes, I’m Cyrillus. Phoebus, my wife, wanted you to come here so she spelled you to do so.”, the faun, Cyrillus, spoke before releasing the crow out of whatever energy has been holding him down.
That helped. A lot. So this mage and his lover is who he was supposed to find? So the memory loss happened before? That’s why… he couldn’t really make out anything. But still, who were they supposed to be? Do they have any relations to him other than not being total strangers, as he figured? Koraxios, or rather Corvian, has yet to figure that part out.
There was a pause, heavy and loaded. He knew me, really really well. The faun was certain of it. Who in the hell was that guy?
Cyrillus, Corvian noted to himself, just huffed and walked back into the large cabin. Nothing better to do than to follow the dude into his abode.
Upon entering a room entirely decked with all sorts of..
—edited