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Title: By Their Own Follies They Perished; Book I, Chapter V
Characters & Pairings (this chapter): Raul Gonzalez/Guti, Mamen Sans/Roberto Carlos implied, David Villa/David Silva
Rating: PG-13
Words: 634
A/N: Sorry for the long wait on this! It kept getting dropped to the bottom of the pile and I finally had to order myself to SIT and WRITE on it. Apologies for all of you who’ve been waiting on it, it’s finally here now :-) This chapter is a bit short but it’s got some action in it! :-)



Previous Parts:
Book I: Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV



Two long months had passed since the wedding of Raul’s nymph to her king. News arrived from Earth and, depending on whom you asked, it was glorious or tragic. Queen Mamen was pregnant.

In his anger, Raul had banished Sandro from visiting him for a whole month due to the god’s ability to bless, or deprive, mortals and gods alike with fertilization. Raul had been furious and banished the god from his sight. Guti, however, had taken great joy in comforting a brooding Raul.

Anything Raul wanted, Guti assured that it would be done. That included seeing that Aegina was given a drought because Guti told Miroslav that one of the Princes of Aegina had ‘words’ with one of his nymphs. Affronted, Miro had slowed the rains directed at Aegina.

Guti knew the citizens of Aegina would get over it, eventually.

He sat now, staring at Raul. Raul, who was looking down upon Aegina with contempt in his eyes, ignored Guti for the most part. He did have his hand on Guti’s arm and was rubbing it, but not in the usual loving way. Guti sighed, at least he was not completely forgotten.

Out of the corner of his eye, the blonde saw Villa looking around. The great brat, as Guti affectionately referred to him as, did not linger though. For that, Guti was grateful. He did not want Raul even more upset because of his son.





Villa thought the whole situation was rather amusing. It was not every day that his father was upset about one of his lovers becoming pregnant. Although usually, the lover was pregnant with his child, no wonder he was so upset.

Villa would laugh at him and then disappear before he got a lightening bolt to his arse. Silva would shake his head at him but Silva would never complain when Villa started kissing his skin and petting his hair. He would make contented little noises and then let Villa have his way with him.

The god of mischief was most grateful that the God loved him enough to stay with him through time. Little Silva, Villa was happy whenever he thought about him. Silva who was kind, caring, and most importantly, lovely. Villa knew he was a lucky god to have found a companion when so many of his peers still searched for theirs throughout the ages.

However, now that he was looking around Olympus, Villa did not see his beloved Silva. He frowned and wondered where the little being had disappeared too. It was not often that Silva would leave Olympus; it was even rarer that he not tell Villa that he was going. In all the eons that Villa had known him, it had only happened perhaps twice. The both of those times were after a fight that the two had had.

Villa wondered what made Silva do so this time. He conjured a cloud into the shape of a hammock and decided to await Silva’s return. He just hoped that it would not take too long.


The sea was rough this time of year; Miroslav usually got a little a perturbed when his nymphs went to find mates of their own and the whole issue with Aegina’s princes was not helping either. Silva looked around and saw that he was not seen; nobody lived here on the island of Ieracia other than the one person he had come to see.

A storm brewed on the sea behind his human form as he took a few steps into the rocky outcrop, the beginnings of a cave. Rain slashed down from the heavens above but that was not why Silva suddenly shivered.

For it was the hoarse, almost sandpapery voice that suddenly was heard from the interior of the cave.

“I know what thee seeks, Silva.”