Aten laughed slightly. He enjoyed the touch of her fingers. She filled him with such thirst. There was something in it that was powerful and unstoppable. He could almost feel her as she circled him. Her breath on his ear stirred things in him that no other had ever done. He smiled as he pictured the subtle movements of her graceful neck and throat as she spoke. He inhaled her scent deeply and mourned it when she drifted. He reached out and ran his hands through Maera's raven hair, tousling it as he liked it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">“I do remember, my desire.”</span>He growled tenderly.<br/><br/>Aten laid a soft kiss to to the side of her neck. She was always one of his. He had many fond memorizes of her, of her hours of basking in his glory. She has reveled in him with reckless abandon. Her unbridled admiration of his warmth made her among his more beloved followers. He had considered her for his lover long before she acquired her own godhood. In fact, she was his first and only consort. He shamed himself in not naming her his bride.<br/><br/>The sun god celebrated with her. Her powers and realm had truly become unrivaled. He'd helped her achieve this willingly. She deserved this. When he was king, she would be his mighty queen, his equal. They had wrested power enough without the pantheons even noticing.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">“Now, my lady,”</span>His countenance darkened as he smirked,<span style="color: #BF0000">“we take our fight to the heavens. Sow disloyalty and insurrection about the attendants of the sky. The earth will fall soon enough.”</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">###</div><br/><br/>Nike sensed Jace's dislike of her greeting. Did he expect a grand gesture? Only a mortal would hope for such equality. It was true that the deities derive much of the power by the number followers they possessed, as well as the strength of the mortal's beliefs. However, Nike had long sense been out of favor. What little remained of her power was what truly lied within her scope and had very little to do with her following. She stood momentarily taking that in. She want want to change her outlook at least a little. With so few humans around, any follower would nice.<br/><br/>Nike could also sense the man's hesitation to repeat back with The Morrigan said. That had not been what she had said. Nike had expected no less. The Morrigan was quite the grandiose sort of goddess. The casual greeting would have no doubt infuriated her. Nike also pondered the idea that pissing off another goddess for spite would not benefit her much either. She took a deep breath (again, with the trivialities of mortal form)  and approached the man. She did her best to give him a warm smile. She was so out of practice at human emotion and expression.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Hello. What is your name?”</span><br/><br/>She looked past his eyes to The Morrigan herself.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">/I am aware that you and I have bad history. However, this...situation, you have found yourself has worried the head of every pantheon. Yours included. Are you still unwilling to speak on this?/</span>