“My, has it been two weeks already?” Demeter asked in a melodic and motherly voice.
“Quiet Prisoner 8901!” The guard barked when her cell was opened. He then yanked at the chain connected to her arm and leg restraints.
Four more heavily armed and armored guards joined to escort the goddess to the elevator.
Demeter had been captured and imprisoned by her adopted son many years ago and was only allowed out of her cell once every two weeks if she behaved herself. When her son’s ambitions and ideals became darker and more malicious she tried to stop him but they fought and he ended up imprisoning her.
Anyone else would have been angry at this treatment but not Demeter, she believed it was necessary, her beloved son could not achieve his goals with his mother over his shoulder. She saw it as her duty as a mother to support the son she came to love with all her heart.
Many years ago she was still heartbroken over the loss of her only daughter, that’s when she found a child, barely a year old. Demeter had decided to care for the child and grew to love him as she loved Persephone. Eventually Hades had found out about the child and killed her adopted son out of spite. But something miraculous happened: her new son had come back, he appeared to possess a powerful, possibly primordial magic unlike anything the gods possessed. From then on she nurtured and loved her deathless son, naming him Dimitrios. Eventually he would become known by another name: “The Boss”.
As she walked into the secure facility she couldn’t help but notice all the attention she got from the security, it was to be expected, all mortals loved the goddess especially her massive breasts and childbearing hips even when they were hidden under the restricting bright green prisoner jumpsuit.
Every two weeks, if her son allowed it, she would be able to visit with him, although he didn’t want to see her very often she enjoyed the time she spent with her precious Dimitrios, it was similar to her visits with her daughter but Persephone was not fond of her adopted brother and she rarely visited her mother since her mother’s imprisonment.
The process was the same as always; they took her to an elevator that went straight up to the surface floors, from there she was led through hidden passages so she wouldn’t draw the attention of the staff and other agents. When they got to the Boss’s main office she was released from her bonds except for the thick metal collar that was carved with many magic suppressing runes and symbols. The Boss motioned for the guards to leave and once they were gone she embraced her son, he didn’t reciprocate but she didn’t care. Demeter removed his beige hood and cupped his face,
“Dimitrios, you look worried, are you sleeping well?” She cooed.
He removed her hand from his face and turned to look out of the window.
“I’m fine, there’s been an escalation in conflict with our enemies, they are gathering their allies and have even recruited some of our prisoners and attacked us on our own turf.” He explained.
“Was anyone hurt? Were you hurt?!” Demeter asked.
“No, you of all people know I can’t be harmed so easily.” He responded irritably.
With fast reflexes he pulled out his forearm and unloaded the entire clip into her, this did not phase the Goddess, the bullets, even blessed ones, could not harm her. She sighed, to her it seemed he never grew out of his teenage rebellion phase. In reality he despised his mother’s overbearing protectiveness and believed she thought herself superior to him, he had tried many times to be rid of her but killing a Olympian was not an easy task, they were immune to holy weapons that normal supernatural creatures were weak to.
“That may be so but a mother always worries.” She said crossing her arms, pushing up her large chest,
“Silver tipped, blessed bullets with magic cancelling runes dipped in holy water? Nice try but you know these things would not harm me. I can tell you’re upset about something else.” She said unphased by her son’s latest attack.
“Felix Monroe was killed but we’ve managed to restore him in a way, but the worst part is that we had our hands on two rings and we lost them.” He said angrily but recomposed himself and turned to his adopted mother.
“That’s where you come in, the only reason I summoned you is because we are in need of allies as well, I will not allow something like that to happen again.” He continued.
“Oh sweat heart! Don’t worry mommy will fix everything!” She exclaimed and tried to pull him into another hug.
A trap door opened up underneath her filled with acid but she enchanted a nearby plant to grow and catch her, pulling her back up.
“You know the last acid bath only ruined my last jumpsuit, you wouldn’t want your poor mother to walk around with no clothes?” She said and moved closer to the Boss.
The Boss took out a piece of paper and held it out to her to block her advance.
“Take this to our equipment specialist, he’ll supply you with clothes and tactical gear for missions. Then you’ll be shown to your new quarters. You will be acting as an agent temporarily, I foresee a great conflict in the future and the Normal will need every ally it can get. I trust you’ll continue to keep our true connection a secret?” He explained.
Demeter put her hands on her hips and gave a mock pout,
“I understand, you don’t want mommy cramming your style.” She said.
He looked at her annoyed and raised his eyebrow.
“Don’t worry my dear, I will do whatever is in my power to help you in your endeavors. I just hope you know what you’re doing, I know you think you can’t lose but you should know better than anyone that weeds cannot be so easily uprooted.” Demeter said and put her son’s hood back up.
They exchanged looks and the goddess was secretly escorted to the armory. The Boss was annoyed at the goddess’s concerns for his wellbeing, it was not her place to question him either but he knew she could be trusted to aide the Normal.
At the equipment sector she was given new clothes and she was led to a changing room. Demeter came out wearing a green skirt suit and black heels with a white blouse she was instructed to button up all the way. They also had her blonde hair pulled into a tight braid bun. She was given a case containing gear for her to wear when on missions and left for her new quarters. Her new room was like her cell: it was made of thick metal with a locked door and heavily guarded.
The modest attire did nothing to hide her curves, she preferred a more freeing look but knew she would have to make do with more modest clothing if she wanted to help her adopted son. It was best to submit to his rules and orders if she wanted to remain out of her cell, even if it was only temporary.
At her new room she was still under guard but was no longer in restraints, the magic suppressing collar was even removed and she would work hard to prove that she could be a valuable asset to them.