On a different night, a hundred years away from his innocence, the youth floated through Olympus. Black and red sparkled off his young form, clinging tight to his legs and swaying loose off his half-bared chest. He was heavily laden with jewels and more than one gold chain tinkled around his neck. As he slipped though the crowded room a gold pitcher in one hand, a hundred hand reached out to pet him, and stroke his hair. A group of midnight dancers stopped him to flirtatiously drop another necklace about his neck in exchange for the crimson liquid, he poured from the pitcher.

"Boy." The youth turned his head to the sound and smiled at the flaming sandals dropping before him. The painted face of the creature once so terrifying laughed with him as he re-filled his cup. The boy never flinched at the shimming gold of the lips, when the painted man wrapped his arms about the youth. With a passionate kiss, a collection of the necklaces were lifted from the pale boy's neck. The boy only smiled when the man cackled and put them around his own neck and moved along.

Somewhere in the sparkle and glitter, a lithe gray-eyed woman reclined on the couch next to Zarid's throne but leaned on the tall man, her eyes narrowed as she watched the youth fluttering about. "That's a very good server you found us, father."

"Isn't he though." Zarid smiled at the young woman, grinning with delight over the room, looking over the revelers as a shepherd looks over his flock. "Hardly two weeks have passed and look at him already."

"His father is searching for him." The woman mentioned, quietly.

"Hum..." Zarid nodded, aware but not voicing any verbal concern.

"Not that we have to worry of course." She twisted her arm about the man's broad biceps and leaned against his shoulder. "He's a poor man. Relying mostly on word of mouth and primitive communications."

Zarid laughed, amused. "Really?"

She nodded and stated solemnly. "He's quite heartbroken."

Zarid echoed her wise understanding nod and said. "See that he knows where the boy is and who he is serving. And also see if you can't mend his heart with a pair of those golden horse statues."

The woman smiled, leisurely and rose to do the task assigned. "I'm sure he'll see his boy's value then."

Zarid laughed and raised an arm to gesture. "Gabriel, come over here. You leave my cup empty."

The youth looked over to him and smiled, temptatious in his form, and obeyed his master, his eyes flashing like gold in the lights of Olympus.