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   PROLOGUE: In the beginning God had a theory. This theory stated that if only a portion of humanity were made to reflect his likeness more so than the rest, the greater part of the population would come to fear, envy and eventually rely upon those godlike people. The effect of these reactions would be that those who fear would want to destroy, those who envy would seek to obtain power of their own and those who came to rely would cease to do for themselves. The governing philosophy of humanity would be violence and therefore they would never learn their full potential. As God the Creator knew they would, the other gods opposed this idea.

Iole stared at Gabe in a way that one reserved for the spontaneous appearance of horns. He ignored the look and took her blue hand in his own sandy colored hand. "I am serious,' he insisted. Iole continued to stare him down unblinking until she could stand his face no longer and broke her gaze, turning away from him in a huff of frustration. Gabe kept his left hand on hers as he shifted his weight from right knee to his left. He ran his free hand through his loose curls, brushing the stray pieces from his face, and sighed. Gabe had expected to be met with resistance but this silence was wholly unlike Iole. "Iole..." He started but she mer

"You know Steve; I can call you 'Steve,' right? Sorry, I just can't handle all of that 'Father' malarkey. Anyway, I'm sure you'd never be able to guess why I'm sitting here talking to you, could you Steve? I mean, I could be wrong, but I doubt it. I want to get something straight, though. I'm not here because of guilt. I mean I am plenty guilty, I just don't feel guilty. I'm not even familiar with the emotion from an experiencing point of view. I've caused people to feel it, to waste away in the endless despair of it, but I've just never felt it. It's not the way I was made. Don't get me wrong, Steve, I am a far cry from innocent. I've done m

"This won't hurt a bit," Persephone promised as she tightened the bonds.  "Doctors say that shit all the time and it always hurts, but you trust me, don't you?" Simon nodded dumbly as he watched her continue to tie knots with the rope. He didn't know what to say – he had never done this sort of thing before. Persephone crossed to the corner of the room where she selected another bundle of rope from a large pile.            Simon's heart fluttered as he watched her. He liked to call her 'Percy;' Percy often blushed when he said her name like that in public. No one had ever been as intimate with her as Simon was. "Are you comfortable, babe,"