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NeOlympus - Chapter 5 The golden liquid cast its glow on the rim of the goblet as the hand which held it so graciously withdrew it from the pouring font which had moments ago filled it. With a nearby towel, Hebe dutifully wiped some excess Nektar from the goblet's exterior before she began her brief trek across the throne room floor. "Here you are," Hebe said as she neared one of the ten lesser thrones in the massive chamber, but calling it lesser was a disservice to its majestic grandeur. With one leg draped over the arm of his throne and the other dangling limply, thin Dionysus sat. He looked incredibly frail compared to the great chair upon which he sat, but looks could be deceiving. Though Dionysus did not have the musculature of other gods, the god was more substantial than most mortals. This was due to the divinity running through his veins, though if mortals' exaggerations were believed, Dionysus bled wine, not ichor. With the consistently punch-drunk smirk on his face, Hebe wondered if the
