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+4 have been dragged into the Underworld...

"Misdirection."

They had fought in the past - and usually Prometheus was overwhelmed by Menoetius because his rage was pretty unpredictable - but Prometheus could handle it.  He could handle it just fine.  Wasn’t like he couldn’t tolerate the pain.

Menoetius still saw red. He anticipated an attack, but wasn't fully ready for it. His head flew back at the kick to the neck, only fueling his rage. He lunged forward, hoping to tackle the other to the ground. He could picture his hand around his brother's neck while the other was attempting to rip his heart out.

"It’s wine," Dionysus said, conjuring the bottle lazily and holding it up with a grandiose gesture. "Made from grapes…which is something else you weren’t here to see me invent." He conjured two glasses next, pouring the rich red liquid he purposely into each. After handing one to the Titan—which was ironic, because he was acting as though nothing ever happened—Dionysus conjured a plate with the fruit he spoke of. Red and Green grapes, looking fresh and delicious, were held out to the other. "It’s more or less my legacy."

Menoetius watched him carefully as he conjured up the grapes and wine. He took the glass slowly, not trusting at all. After a moment of eyeing the offered drink, he slowly drank. It was unlike what he had known. It was much more delicious than what he was offered in Tartarus. "It is a shame that I am only now knowing of this."

Menoetius ducked just in time so that Prometheus' hand hit only air. That started it. He was trying to hold it in. He was trying to hold it in. It was his brother after all. Yes he held some anger towards him, but he was saving it for someone else. Though he knew what Prometheus was doing. He was trying to protect him. But that didn't matter to Menoetius now. All he saw was red.

She felt her spine stiffen as he stared her down. The goddess had heard the name before; Ares mentioned him once or twice over the years, but in hushed tones, in case anyone heard. “The titan of rash anger.” Aphrodite spoke, dropping her gaze. She was almost positive that she would not leave this conversation unscathed, whether it be mentally or physically. “How are you enjoying your time?” The goddess asked carefully, lifting a hand to push back a dark curl.

"So you have heard of me," he said with a voice full of pride. He knew what it meant when she dropped her gaze. She was uneasy. Of course she should be. With his reputation, it wasn't surprising. "Enjoying my time very well," he smirked. "I seem to have forgotten the outside world."