Summary: Bella is a prestigious goddess on the cusp of adulthood who royally pissed off her fellow gods. She is banished from the heavens and must learn how to be unpleasant experience leads her to finding out about the existence of vampires, werewolves, and succubi. Just when she starts getting comfortable with the supernatural world she recieves an offer to earn her powers back. If she upholds her end of the bargain her new friends will be in danger, if she fails half her family will die. What will she choose? No matter what someone will die…

Hey Shadowfang here, I decided to try a story in this genre. It's different than some of the other stories I've read or written but I promise it will be interesting. This is the intro chapter and for all the latin terms I put in here there's an explanation at the end explaining them. After this the chapters will be longer and more in depth but I thought this was satisfactory for an intro. Oh yeah and there's a very good chance this will end up as femslash or perhaps a three person paring I haven't decided yet . So if you don't like that then I would not suggest reading futher. Other than that I guess there's not much else to say other than:

Read and Enjoy.

Introduction~

"Isabella Marie Heliades*, granddaughter of Hyperion, Daughter of Helios and Clymene," She winced as their patriarch's cold baritone echoed eerily throughout the throne room, silencing the whispers and robbing her of speech. It was never a good when someone in authority addressed you by your full name. Zeus, king of his realm, leader of Olympus, infamous lightning-will-strike-you-down Zeus leveled her with a piercing glare. The dark tumultuous rage swirling in those timeless orbs forced her to look away-scared. She was officially terrified for her life. No one pissed off the gods of Olympus without a price.

The frown that marred his perfectly chiseled features did nothing to assuage her fears either. "Isabella, your fate has been decided. No more shall you walk these halls. You are forbidden to enter Olympus." Her hazel eyes widened in horror. This didn't sound like a death sentence-this sounded disturbingly like a banishment. He pressed on-each word adding another nail to her imagined coffin. "You will be stripped of your title, and your godly talents and be nothing more than an average mortal."

She opened her mouth to object. Scream. Yell obscenities.

No sound came out.

Nothing.

In her entire millennia of existence she had never felt so disconnected from the present. It was like observing someone else's fall from grace and watching mesmerized as they slipped further and further into oblivion. Bella was drowning in her own emotions.

"Sire, if I may…"

All eyes snapped towards the new voice, her own included. She knew that voice intimately. Her father, Helios god of the sun towered over the other deities assembled. Like all gods he was ethereal and distressingly beautiful, and like all gods he had impeccable timing. His melodic tenor washed over the room like a cool breeze. Any human would have been instantly entranced-Zeus simply sighed in exasperation though.

"I'm assuming you're here to petition for your devil's spawn. Speak Helios. " The thunder god commanded impatiently.

Incensed at being compared to one of Hade's brats, Isabella felt her irritation flaring dangerously. She was old, but still a child compared to Zeus and his brethren. Reacting to Zeus' poorly masked insults would not win her mature points though, so with a clenched jaw she ignored them focusing on her father.

Helios chuckled, his sculpted face glowing with amusement. " Every Heliades is a fiery hellion. Isabella is the most well behaved of my children actually. That being said I can assume by the number of gods and goddesses assembled here that asking to revoke banishment is a moot point?"

Zeus inclined his head, the closest he would come to a nod of agreement.

Helios, unperturbed at the information allowed a chesire grin to stretch across his lips. "Very well. I don't object to her banishment, but I am requesting she be allowed to keep a fragment of her power. The world is not as it was thousands of years ago. Not just humans inhabit it anymore. Creatures of power rule the world from the shadows, and it would not be fair to send my kin there unarmed…after all this is simply a banishment."

With growing apprehension Isabella realized her father was not present to advocate her innocence- he was trying to lighten her punishment. Confusion rippled through her. Why did he always choose to support her in the most inconvenient ways? Really? His parenting skills left a lot to be desired.

After Helio's bold statement no one dared speak. No god or goddess found the courage to breech through the culpable tension in the room. It was far too costly, far too dangerous to interrupt the proceedings now.

Only one dared break the ominous silence and it was literally the last person Isabella wanted to hear. "Zeus dear, what harm could it do to leave the wench some of her power? She will still be a weakling in comparison to any of the other gods." Hera's velvety sweet voice entranced the room, lulling them into a false sense of security before she brutally eviscerated someone-someone like Isabella. She was not fooled by Zeus' wife. Hera the self-proclaimed queen of the gods did not care what happened to her. In fact there was a very real chance Hera was simply throwing in her two cents so she could watch Isabella flail ignorantly around the mortal world until she met an untimely demise.

The woman was a vindictive whore like that.

Zeus stood up, inadvertently drawing every eye in the room towards him. He had fallen silent while contemplating Helio's words, but clearly a decision had been made with Hera's prodding. His impassive gaze traveled the vast expanse of his throne room, and paused to settle on her. "Isabella Marie Heliades you are a goddess no more. Only a portion of your power will remain, not enough to constitute you as a threat to the divine, but enough for you to survive as a mortal." His lips curled up in a cruel smile. "Ego Vobis Valedico." *

Isabella gaped as the Latin dismissal registered to her stunned mind. All at once she felt her power being ripped from her. As a goddess of the sun, her power embodied flames-she thrived on heat and fire. It was her birthright, and as much a part of her as her eyes or her ears. Sharp emptiness filled the area where her power should be. Many passive deities watched in sympathy as tongues of fire bled from her, caressing her immortal body before disappearing into sparking embers. Layer after layer of energy, of divinity was ripped from her before nothing but a cold empty shell remained.

A mortal remained.

The last thing Isabella saw before she was cast out, before Zeus's power enveloped her and hurled her limp body from Olympus was the furious glint to her father's eyes.

Then like everything else Helios disappeared from her line of sight and Isabella's world went completely dark.

de bono et malo *

The next time Isabella woke up it was with an acute sense of wrongness. She felt misplaced in her mortal body. Her limbs were heavy and awkward. Her instincts were difficult to place and her emotions were all skewed. After staring at her surroundings for close ten minutes it was safe to say she was lost. When she allowed her eyes to rove downward to peer at her new human appendages, she was met with fair fragile looking skin.

"You've got to be kidding me." She murmured disbelievingly, flexing her fingers and joints to make sure everything was intact. With painful slowness she experimented with her legs, slowly hauling herself to her feet. Immediately upon reaching a standing position she wobbled, unused to the sensation of working with exhausted muscles. "This is really…pathetic." She sighed feeling her elation wear off from doing something as simple as standing.

How was she supposed to get around if just standing was a chore?

Isabella frowned her lips pursing in a thin line.

Humans were so bloody weak.

Disgruntled, and more than a little distressed Isabella took a deep breath to center herself- inhaling and exhaling slowly through pale trembling lips. The calming action did not relax her though. For some reason it seemed to have the opposite effect. In fact for the first time in over a century she had to fight back the barrage of tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. An overwhelming sense of loss coursed through her. Choking her. She had been cast out of her home, deprived of her status and her power. She could no longer produce fire, not even a little flame sparked from her fingers. Everything that had once defined her was gone, ripped from her in an instant.

Her eyes burned from unshed tears and Isabella blinked defiantly, refusing to cry. Even now the gods were probably watching her, observing her. She would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her grieve. She would have to mourn the loss of her divinity later

Standing straighter Isabella swallowed her grief, burying it down deep to unearth at later date. Preferably one when she wasn't the laughing stock of the divine community. At the present she had bigger problems to tackle. She had to determine where she was and figure out how she was going to maintain this human body. She was aware she needed nutrition and hydration to survive. Common sense dictated she handle her basic needs first than worry about her superficial ones. She felt her gaze dropping to her now mortal figure and a very human blush painted her cheeks. Finding clothes was one of those needs.

Apparently being thrown from the heavens, and deprived of immortality ingrained her with a sense of modesty. Nakedness had never bothered her before. Ugh. She wondered what other ridiculous sentimentalities she was cursed with. It was not a pleasant thought.

Clumsily she heaved herself out of the mini-crater Zeus had so callously threw her in. The movement made her muscles twinge in discomfort. As much as it pained her to admit it her equilibrium might never be the same. With some practice she might grasp some of the inherent grace she used to have-but her days of gliding soundlessly wherever she wanted to go were gone. With that depressing thought in mind she shakily took a few steps away from the land she had decimated with her arrival.

Her eyes surveyed her surroundings, hoping she might recognize something-anything. It was a false hope. Nothing looked even remotely familiar. Long elegant trees towered over her. An ocean of green filled the scope of her limited vision. Every sense she had was slowly becoming attuned with the forest. She could smell the greenery, feel the soft breeze wafting over her skin and sifting through the trees. It was soothing.

Involuntarily a small smile crossed her lips.

Perhaps this place was not such a hellhole.

di meliora*

Loathe to sit there enjoying nature while there were more relative things that needed attention Isabella began to walk. Eventually she would have to come across civilization. It was inevitable. Humans populated like roaches. There were towns and cities even in the most obscure parts of the world. She was familiar with some of them, but she was not exactly an expert on them.

As a Heliades she spent a large majority of her time learning her father's craft, and mingling with her obscenely large family. Helios' occupation as the sun god demanded rigorous training and unwavering concentration. For thousands of years before she was even a thought he was the Sol Invictus, irrefutable in his power and revered for his craft. Each day by his grace alone the sun would rise and set-his power dictated whether the sun's life giving rays shined down on the earth to sustain it. The earth continued spinning at his whim.

She wanted that power. She craved it. For the longest time she poured over the tools of his trade honing her skills with them. She familiarized herself with the infamous chariot that dragged the sun across the sky. She forged an unbreakable bond with the raucous and deadly inferno stallions, harnessing their power and fortifying their flames with her own. She loved those beasts, they were heart wrenchingly beautiful and extremely lethal at the same time. She treasured them. Fondly her mind reached for their names-

Eous, Aethiops, Bronte, and Sterope*.

Working with them, riding them, garnering their strength was a difficult skill yet wonderful skill to learn. It was a delicate balance playing with beasts that had the potential to kill you. In mastering them, bonding with them she had accomplished something none of her siblings ever had. She had earned the right to be called Heliades, but the process had been so time consuming she had barely paid attention to anything else.

Isabella knew nothing about human affairs or the current condition of the world anymore.

She had watched with a critical eye as the fall of Rome dictated the future of several nations. She had monitored the Dark Ages and the age of Chivalory. She even vaguely recalled the Victorian Age and some remnants of the Age of Enlightenment. Anything beyond that was hearsay and whatever was gestated from her gossipy attention seeking peers.

She wasn't even sure of the current year.

"Son of a…" Isabella cursed as she blindly stumbled through the undergrowth, an upturned root nearly causing her to faceplant. She had been so absorbed in her thoughts she had lost track of her surroundings. No longer was she in the dense center of the forest instead she seemed to have reached the outskirts of the forest and was precariously finding her way to a new setting again.

Directly in front of her a small uphill slope curbed into what appeared to be a dirt road. Tracks aligned in the dirt depicted this paths heavy use. It did not take a genius to see the road was well traveled. At some point a pedestrian would have to pass through here and perhaps she could see about getting some sustenance and clothes.

Her eyes narrowed as the rancid stench of oil registered to her fatigued human senses. Her nose wrinkled in disgust.

What the hell was that?

That smell was gross.

Her eyes perused her location again and cautiously she picked her way up to the road using her upperbody to heave herself onto the dirt path.

Rolling onto her side Isabella clumsily stumbled to her feet glancing back and forth down the road looking for someone, anyone that could provide transportation. Off in the distance a loud resounding roar caught her attention. Her eyes flickered in the direction of the sound, and she tensed. What was that? The first inkling of fear coursed through her as the sound grew louder indicating whatever was making that noise was getting closer. Fast.

She barely had a second to brace herself before a huge steel contraption on wheels tore around the corner swerving dangerously. Great idea, standing in the middle of the road where any intoxicated moron could run you over- what's your next brilliant idea for the day? A small voice in the back of her head mocked her mercilessly. Terror gripped her and Isabella tried to force her herself to move but to no avail. It was too late, by the time she squashed the fear gripping her muscles the large machine was already on top of her.

For the second time that day her world was dominated by pain and her vision went black.

diruit, aedificat, mutat quadrata rotundis*

End of the Chapter. What do you think, and yes Bella did just get hit by a car. Haha. Anyways- The Latin and the use of greek gods and Goddesses wasn't too bad right? R and R lemme know what your opinion and if I should continue this or not XD

*Heliades is actually the surname given to any child of Helios. Bella is Helio's favorite child in this particular story so I thought I'd just incorporate the surname as her last name. Hyperion was one of the Titans that were overthrown by Cronus and his brethren-A.K.A Zeus' father that ate him at birth.

*. Ego Vobis Valedico. Means "I say to you Goodbye" in Latin.

*De Bono et Malo means "of Good and bad, Come what may" in Latin

*De melioria means "Heaven sends us better times" in Latin

* Eous, Aethiops, Bronte, and Sterope are the names of the four steeds that Helio's uses to guide the sun across the sky. They are the immortal horses that draw the sun chariot All of the horses names represent different aspects of the sky.Eous; by him the sky is turned. Aethiops, as if faming, parches the grain. These trace-horses are male. The female are yoke-bearers: Bronte, is whom we call Thunder, and Sterope, whom we call Lightning.

*Diruit, aedificat, mutat quadrata rotundis means "He pulls down, he builds up, he changes square things to round."