// The huge, large, open marble and silver accented temple lay just on the edge of the ocean, waves engulfing the edges ever so slightly. The party was bustling, hot and heavy. Fellow gods (most of which just there for the wine and the company), Demi-gods, nymphs and whatever other creatures or spirits that would wander into the place and into the life of the party. Sirens leaned at the edges of the temple, half submerged in the water, gossiping and mocking, flirting and teasing. Music played loudly and people dance, kissed, giggled and had very public sexual activity. //

// Waysius was the center of it, having practically every creature with a pulse swooning over him. Nymphs clung to him, the wine of the gods was offered on their knees, people obeyed him. After all, it was his birthday. Who wouldn’t want to escort a powerful god on their day of creation? He flirted and chatted, walking around to get a whole surveying his party. //