You guys are so LUCKY! Hope this compensates for not updating for a loooooong time. This chapter, as you can tell by the title, is from the romans perspective.

Enjoy! <3

-Elizabeth

It's mine, Minerva thought. All of it. Every stone, every brick, every person. I did it. Its mine.

She leaned back in the magnificent black throne of her own, looking around the throne room and admiring her work and taking all the glory in. The guards next to her stood at attention, staring straight ahead at the large double doors, behind which lied her city.

Where the Olympians once had all their meager thrones in a U-Shape, was now cleared. The interesting globe had been moved to Minerva's private quarters, where she could engorge herself in its contents alone.

The room was now dimly lit by Roman fire, which flickered a gorgeous red color. A wide, deep red carpet stretched across the gray blood stained hard, cold stone floors all the way from her throne up on a small stair case of 4 stairs to the doors, then down to the crumbled city, where Roman soldiers, captives from the raid, and the rest of the Roman gods were now clearing the rubble and reconstructing the city to Minerva's vision of the perfect empire.

Survivors from the raid now scrambled outside the temple, coming out of their hiding places, begging and pleading for food and shelter from the terrible storm that was now threatening to beat down on them. They will just have to endure it, Minerva told herself. They were not her people, they were the Greek's. The Greeks who fled without so much as a second thought about them. So they will starve and endure the harsh weather but not because of her, because of their Gods. 

Minerva was content this way. Sitting alone in this large room, toying with a medium sized heavily weighted sword and wearing luxurious black material and a large black crown to put emphasis on the idea that she was now queen of the land they had claimed. After all, it was her idea to pillage the place. To use it as a battle ground and then a city in her honor. Her brilliance that won them the city and sent its 'Protectors' running to gods only knows where.

A guard knocked on the door from the outside. Minerva signaled the guards to open the door. Both went to the door quickly, eager to not displease Minerva, for they knew it would be their end, and opened it simultaneously. Fear was a tactic used by the Romans to instill allegiance in all of its people. It excited Minerva to know they feared her. Minerva did not lift her head up until she heard a loud thud and a young male satyr adult was dropped on the outskirts of her vision.

She lifted her chin regally and straightened her spine, eying the man who was now standing back up and then looking to the guards that brought him to her. "What seems to be the problem?" She asked, in her usual slow, low voice.

"We brought you a disturber, ma'am. He kept interfering with the construction around the city and refused to follow multiple officers orders to return to the citizens designated area. He then tried to spark a riot amongst the commoners, my lady. He tried coaxing them to... Pray. To the Greek Gods. We were told by Lady Vesta to bring him to you, your highness." The guard on the right explained.

Your highness, Minerva repeated. She quite liked the sound of that.

Remembering the problem at hand, she glanced down to the man who looked away from her, staring at the wall. "What is your name, peasant?" She asked in an uninterested tone. The man did not answer. Did not even do her the respect of looking at her.

"ANSWER ME!" She boomed, the sound echoing around the tall ceiling and long walls of the room. The man flinched.

"I do not answer to the likes of you." He spat at her. She glared at him with a smile on her lips.

"Is that so? On his knees." She ordered of the guards, who roughly knock him down onto his knees. The man struggled for a moment, trying to stand once more, but gave up.

For his utter disrespect, Minerva knew she would have to punish him. But how? How do you take someone down when they have nothing? Well, that is simple, isn't it? You can't.

Unless, of course, there something he was still holding onto...

Minerva looked deep into his eyes, using her mind gifts and searching his memories for whatever it was he was fighting for. That is where she saw it. A full story in flashes. His life unfolding in her mind. His reasons. His story.

"You miss your life from before, do you not Matt Taltns? Before we came here and claimed your city, that is." Minerva purred, watching his eyes widen, as he finally looked at her accusingly.

"How... How do you know my name?" He stuttered, utterly confused.

Minerva laughed scary, dark, slow laugh for a few seconds. She taped her long pointed, scarlet painted nails on the arm of her throne rhythmically. "Oh, Matt, it's all too much isn't it? Watching your only son, what was his name? Demetrius? That's it!" Minerva acted out maniacally, letting Matt's fear of her grow as her preformance progressed, and watching the light drain out of his soul through his facial expression as he relived his son dying in his mind.

"Such an awful, painful, frightening way to die... He was so young, too young to understand. So full of life. Your only son. Your one heir. If only amongst the chaos of our arrival you had been holding his hand like you were supposed to do, maybe he wouldn't have been blasted by that gun..." Minerva said, acting sad. Matt wasn't acting. A tear trickled down his face.

"And what about your daughter, Matt-?"

"No, please-!" He began to beg her to stop, but she was on a roll. She relished in his emotional pain as if it fueled her strength.

"She was beautiful, was she not? Of all your accomplishments, she was your favorite prize... Daddy's little girl. Hearing her scream your name from the inside of that burning building... Its a shame. I'll bet it still rings through your ears every second of every day. What happened Matt? Didn't feel like going in to save her? Didn't even want to try?" Minerva cooed, Matt's sobs echoing through the hall.

"I couldn't! I couldn't! I-"

"To busy looking around to try to find your wife, Matt? Oh, but you knew where you'd find her didn't you?" Minerva smiled. "Naked. Wrapped in the arms of your best friend in his burning house down the road... Such a shame you didn't put the piece together for the longest time. Might of saved her life if you'd called her out on her affair and locked her away in your basement like you planned on doing if you'd had more proof. Such a shame indeed."

"NO MORE!" He yelled, slithering down onto the floor to bury his sorrows in his hands.

Minerva lifted her chin high again, proud of her ability to destroy a man in minutes.

She didn't expect it when Matt jumped up, reaching to his belt and pulling a dagger from it. He threw it at Minerva before she could react. It impaled her deep in the stomach.

The guards were around her at once, offering their help but Minerva fluttered her hand, telling them to back off. The pain was intense, but gods couldn't die from mere peasant weapons, everyone should know that by now. Minerva's face twitched with pain as she slowly stood up. She grasped the handle of the dagger, looking down at Matt's face which gleamed with delight.

She pulled the dagger out slowly, gold ichor dripping onto the carpet, Matt's face shocked and horrified. Though there was now a small rip in her dress, her wound was quickly healing. She glanced at Matt with a huge smile on her face.

"You foolish man. I am a goddess." She informed him calmly. Walking down to him. "Did you really think that would work?"

"One could only hope." He sighed.

Minerva smiled. "Lock him in my prison. Give him no food. No water. No cell mate to talk to. Strip him of his clothes and of his pride with the whip." She cooed, diving into his mind once more and putting the memories of his children dying on a constant replay. "Always remember, it was your fault." She whispered, turning back to her throne as screams and pleads from Matt reached her ears while the guards dragged him out of the room. She paused at the foot of her throne.

This will be to quick, she thought. He'll die to quick.

Maybe I'm doing him a favor...

"Wait." She ordered. The guards paused, turning to face her. Minerva spun around to face them. "Let him return to the people and speak of the pure generosity of their new queen." She spat at him. He nodded slowly through tears and then was dragged out the way he came.

Minerva sat down again, going back to shine her sword as if nothing had happened. For Minerva had not felt a trace of guilt in millions and million of years. 

Half an hour later both the doors shoved open without a knock, startling Minerva enough to look up, and a drenched Neptune stepped inside the room. He walked towards Minerva's throne, strength in every step he took.

"My dear Neptune..." Minerva said coolly, slouching down into her throne.

"My queen." Neptune knelt down before her throne, bowing his head low. A small smile crossed Minerva's lips. Neptune rose, and Minerva offered him her hand. He took it and placed a small kiss on her hand, just above her jeweled fingers, then took a small step forward and ducked his head in for a long, slow kiss.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, my dear?" Minerva asked as they broke apart. Neptune stood back and placed his manly hands on his belt, looking around the room.

"I bring news, and someone I think you're very eager to see." Neptune laughed, lightening the mood.

"Who? Mars?" Minerva was hopeful Mars would return and claim his place as king beside her. Needless to say, Neptune just wasn't cutting it for her.

"No." Neptune responded, disappointed that Minerva was still thinking about Mars so frequently. "Even better if you ask me."

"Who then? Get on with it." Minerva snapped, becoming tired of his stalling.

"Your father."

Minerva's heart sank. She had been dreading his arrival, but at the same time, she was so eager for him to arrive.

"You can do this Minerva." Neptune whispered harshly at her. "You know he wants your throne... He has come to take it. Come to rule your land. To take your crown..." These words ran through Minerva's head. Bringing anger with them that spread like black poison to every muscle in her body.

"Where is he now?" Minerva asked, her voice sounding distant.

"Just outside, my queen."

"Then send him in on your way out." Minerva said. Neptune hesitated, wanting to stay and watch the show. "Are you still here?! LEAVE I SAID!" Minerva yelled.

Neptune was down the stairs before even he probably knew it. He heaved the heavy doors open once more. Minerva got a look outside, at how heavy the rain was pounding down. But the doors shut again, leaving her confined in her dim room.

A few moments later there was a small hesitant knock on the door.

A wicked smile spread across Minerva's lips, followed by a small dark laugh. She knew what she had to do, and every fiber of her being was itching to do it. But first, she would have a little fun.

"Come in."

Hope you guys enjoyed it! I worked really hard to throw this together for you. I just wanted to give you the Romans perspective of what's going on in what used to be Olympus.

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-Elizabeth