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Nights of Babylon	By : kruemel Category: 1 through F > Alexander Views: 12920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Alexander, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Notes: Okay, so it's been a long, long, long time. And actally I don't have any excuse I can offer to those who liked this story and were hoping for me to finish it. But better late than never, right?
Did this suicidal fool of a catamite think he could make her wait forever? Olympias didn't have much patience. And she certainly wasn't used to be made waiting. Especially not by someone as low as Bagoas. Alexander was the only one who indeed did keep her waiting sometimes - and she hated it. She could only forgive him because he was her son. Otherwise she would have destroyed him.
"Enough!" Olympias rose from her bed where she had been sprawled naked, awaiting her food to be served. She put on a silken robe and stormed out of her chambers, slamming the door behind her shut. It didn't even occur to her to send another servant after Bagoas - that would have meant some more waiting when she wanted to scratch his eyes out now. Too bad he already was a catamite or she would have fixed that for him, too.
Her mood didn't get any better when she realized she was completely lost in this huge palace. She had only just arrived and did not know her way around. So after some storming down some corridors, Olympias had to admit to herself that seeking out the catamite on her own hadn't been such a good idea after all. This part of the palace seemed completely deserted, so there wasn't even a servant she could yell at and order around. Luckily, though, there were noises - distant cries that finally led her into the great hall and thus directly to the obnoxious catamite, crouching on the ground and surrounded by Alexander's generals.
It got even better, though.
Dangling between Cleitus and Philotas there was the female demon. She seemed oblivious of the danger she was in but kept cooing at the men surrounding her. Her charm, though still evident, lacked greatly due that the fact that she was heavily drunk.
"Aww, so you got a loooong sword," Serena giggled when Parmenion drew his blade and pointed it at her. "Is there anything you want to compensate, hm?"
"You have to decapitate her," Cleitus adviced, angrily shoving Serena down to her knees so that she would present the back of her neck to Parmenion's blow. "Then we cut her heart out and burn the remains. Just to be sure. I don't want to wake to a nasty surprise."
"Ohhh, on my hands and knees," Serena said merrily. "We're doing it doggy-style then? Do you want me to bark? Now, who's first?"
"Shut up!" Cleitus forcefully kicked her ribs - and that was when even in her drunken state, Serena had about enough. Moving with a speed far from human, the demon grabbed Cleitus leg and pulled it from under him. Before he could even yelp she had mounted him and pinned him to the ground.
Crying out in alarm, Parmenion raised his sword but was tackled by the frightened catamite in an outburst of valour - that he instantly regretted when the general turned on him.
"Enough!" Olympias snaped, her voice as sharp as any sword in the hands of the enraged generals. "What do you believe you are doing here? As far as I recall, these creatures are under the protection of my son, your king. How dare you ignore his orders?"
She hurried to help the drunken female back to her feet, pushing past the warriors and actually kneeling next to the demon to soothe her and stroke her hair. Olympias felt disgusted to even touch this creature but she knew how to play a role. She needed Serena and she was not going to let these ignorant morons destroy her plans.
"But...," Cleitus began while the other generals ducked their heads and looked more like little boys being caught red handed when breaking into the larder than like experienced warriors.
Olympias decided he wasn't even worth arguing with him. So she just ignored him, turning to the catamite instead. "Bagoas, help me bring her to my rooms," she said as softly as she could possibly manage. Her anger wasn't forgotten but Olympias had never been one to allow her temper to rule over her. She wouldn't have gotten so far if she hadn't learnt that revenge was also a dish that could be served cold and still be as delicious, sometimes even better than when hot and steaming.
Serena followed her like a sheep, completely unaware that she had gotten out of the frying pan into the fire. She even turned to poke her tongue out at the scowling generals. "And I am so going to tell Alexis, ha!"
Olympias patted her hand when she led her through the doors into her bedroom. "You don't have to be afraid anymore now, darling..."
"I am not afraid," Serena yawned. "Just awfully tired." Thus said the succubus grabbed the snakes curled up in Olympias' bed and unceremonously threw them to the floor, not caring at all if they were poisonous or not. One viper even bit her. "Ouch!" the demoness exclaimed - then bit the snake's head off in return and spat it to the ground. Next she slumped down on the bed and was dozing before Olympias could do or say anything about it.
The dark-haired witch stood at the treshold, trembling with hardly suppressed fury. On the marble floor right in front of her feet lay the head-less corpse of her favourite pet. Seezing with anger Olympias picked the dead snake up. She gladly would have throttled the snoring succubus with it. But now was neither the right time nor the right place. Oh, she so would make that bitch pay!
"My food," she snapped at the unfortunate catamite who did not dare to enter the room. He was quite glad there was one snake less but he did not dare to say. He was even more delighted that he was sent away again and did obey in a hurry. He so hoped Alexander would return soon.
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Crouched in his saddle, Hephaistion kept as far away from Alexander as possible without giving away to anybody that they had a fight. He was wracking his brain of what to do but couldn't come up with anything that would not cause more damage considering Alexander's and his relationship. It seemed impossible.
"Alright," Hephaistion muttered under his breath, talking to himself. "You can try to talk to Alexander again. You can beg him but you do know it won't change a thing. Someone you love will get hurt, probably everybody you love will get hurt. You can either watch that happen and live with the result for the rest of your life - or you can act and thus give up the love of your life but keep him safe at the same time."
It wasn't that hard a decision to make. Hephaistion was no coward. Sometimes he had a feminine touch. He liked pretty things and looking pretty himself. He was softer in his opinions and actions than all the other generals. But he was no coward.
Turning in his saddle he smiled sadly at Alexander. Tears were glittering in his large blue eyes and no matter how hard he tried to blink them away, they kept streaming down his face.
"I am so sorry, Alexander. I love you. Always," Hephaistion whispered, reaching out to brush his knuckles gently across Alexander's cheek.
The king was surprised by this gesture. He had expected Hephaistion to fret and and bitch about that matter for much longer. He had already feared to have lost him forever, had almost begun to think about how he could break the promise he had made without really breaking it. However, Alexander wasn't the sneaky type. He was more straightforward, so nothing had occured to him.
"Oh my Patroclus," the king said softly, brushing a strand of Hephaistion's hair from his face. He didn't get much more to say. Nothing about how the demons were evil creatures after all, how they were destroying his and Hephaistion's love and live, how he was only trying to do what was right and so on, and so on... Nothing of that got voiced out loud. Instead Hephaistion punched him straight in the face so hard that the startled king very ungraciously fell of his horse.
"Forgive me," Hephaistion muttered, then he stirred his horse to race towards the city in a breakneck speed.
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