Prometheus the Fire-Bringer
Did you know that, according to Greek mythology, we didn't start the first fire?
Prometheus was the son of the Iapetus, the Titan of mortal life, and was the one who, using clay, brought mankind into existence. Unlike the other Titans, Zeus spared him the punishments given to those fighting the gods in the Titanomachy, and charged him with forming man from water and earth. Unfortunately, Prometheus became fonder of humanity than the king of gods expected or thought possible.
Also, Prometheus was taught by Athena architecture, astronomy, math, navigation, medicine, and a few other things, and he in turn taught these things to the humans. Zeus wasn't happy about him teaching them their skills, and in turn possibly making humans a threat to the gods, but he let it slide.
Since he cared more about humans than the wrath of Zeus, Prometheus disobeyed his orders to never share the power over fire to the humans. He lit up the hollow inside of a plant, using a piece of Zeus's lightning to ignit
Demeter and Winter
Hello, everyone! Well, winter is upon us. And in that spirit, it's time to talk about the mythological origin of winter, at least in the Greek aspect.
Demeter was the one of the Olympian gods, the Greek goddess of crops and the harvest. She was the daughter of Rhea and Kronos, and she had a demigod consort named Iasus, who bore several children with her. But the story she's most familiarly known for wasn't her own, but her daughter's.
Persephone was the daughter of Demeter and Zeus. As she grew up, Hermes, Ares, Apollo, and Hephaestus all tried to seduce Persephone, but Demeter rejected them all and hid her from the company of the Olympian deities.
She lived in hiding, peacefully, until Hades fell in love with her. Since Demeter wasn't going to allow it, Zeus, in what could be said to be a dick move for the ages, advised Hades to just drag her off. One day, Persephone was picking flowers with nymphs, possibly even Athena and Artemis, and Hades did just that. He came up from the earth,
Eris and the Golden Apple
Hello, everyone! It's time for some more mythology. You know, I'm of the opinion that a little chaos is always a good thing. And in that spirit, let's talk about Eris.
Being one of the children of Nyx, Eris was the goddess, or sometimes the spirit, of strife, discord, and rivalry. She was said to be the sister of Ares, and would frequently help him cause strife. But there's one story that's pervaded into modern stories, and that's what we'll talk about.
Ever heard of the Trojan war? Y'know, Helen of Troy, Trojan horse, etcetera, etcetera. Well, mythology says it was started by Eris.
There was a wedding going on, between the King of Thessaly, Peleus, and Thetis, the future mother of Achilles. Eris wasn't invited. In response to this, Eris stole one of the Golden Apples of Immortality, wedding gifts from Gaea to Hera, and turned it into a Sour Apple of Discord. She then took said Apple of Discord, and snuck into the wedding anyways.
She threw the apple into a room, with the label 'For th
Crawling Death- Chapter 13
I woke up slowly. The first thing that hit my senses was an incredible warmth. It was pleasant enough to make me consider just lying there for a good, long time and bask in it.
And then my memories came back. The godhorror, my calling on almost godlike powers to put down said godhorror, and then the chat with the queen of the Fae herself.
But I was in a soft bed, and so at least if I was dead, I’d be comfortable being so. That thought, though, was quickly derailed when I felt something soft slide up against me and a small sigh sounded.
My eyes opened fast, and I found myself staring into a curtain of obsidian, red streaks running through it. Following the mane of hair, I looked down to find Brianna’s face only inches from my own, her eyes closed and her lips pulled into a content smile.
Her left arm was co
Time for some more mythology! This time, we're talking about a demon god. I know, that sounds contradictory, so let's get into this.
In ancient Egypt, demons weren't necessarily beings of evil. Actually, from what I understand, they could be helpful more often than not.
And that's why I can call Shezmu, our topic for now, a demon god. He was known as such more so because he was a lesser deity and he had a relationship with the underworld.
Shezmu had a long list of connections for himself. He covered everything from execution, to blood and oil, to even perfume. Yes, really.
He was often seen as the demonic god of red wine and blood. With the red color, the connection between blood and wine isn't really hard to understand. He was also seen as the Executioner of Osiris, destroying evildoers. And that's where the connection comes in.
He would destroy them by taking their heads off and putting them into a winepress.
Despite this rather horrific way of dealing with the wicked, he followed Os
Sexy-Time, Alone-Time spell
Sexy-Time, Alone-Time Spell
Before the actual spell, I'll give you a bit of an explanation, if one's needed, behind this. I was writing a story recently, and part of the plot involved a kid in a heavily populated college dorm where he wants to hook up with his girlfriend. So they cast this, so that his two roommates will be distracted for their fun, private time.
And now, the spell:
Under this domain, as she and me*, alone for some steamy time want to be,
Under the power of Aphrodite, Queen of Love, and Eros her son, let any time, be the right time for fun,
Let the world go quiet, and all distractions be removed, and let be likewise distracted, all those who would intrude
*Or he and me
Also, it can be written down on a piece of paper and hung over a door, or burned in the room of planned love making, or a ton of other convenient ways to make it less of an every-time thing, and more like an occasional recharge thing.
And that's it. Simple, to the point, and effective fo
Crawling Death- Chapter 12
Chapter 12: Blood Ties
When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a brilliant field. Pure, emerald grass filled my vision in every direction, a sweet smell not unlike pure sugar filling my senses. Trees with trunks thicker than some trucks, sporting glowing leaves made of gold and green stood as skyscrapers throughout the area.
Balls of light flickered in and out of existence around me, some in shades that fit no human words.
As they appeared in front of me, warmth began to fill the air. It was similar to the warmth from coming into contact with Brianna, but somehow incomplete. As though a part of the equation was missing.
As I was contemplating that and the strangeness around me, I saw the air ripple, as though a curtain were being hit by a strong air current. Before my eyes, the air dissolved, and colors and shapes began to materialize, until a woman stood before me. She wore a long, sheath dress that appeared to be made from pure emeralds and grass. The fabric rippled