Diana:

The phone rings even though it's the middle of the night. As I crawl out of bed, my thoughts go to my Justice League contacts. Who else would call me at such an hour?

"Hello?" I say.

"Diana, did I wake you?"

"No, I had to get the phone anyways," I mumble, a line I used often when I worked as a government operative in the States.

"It's Edison, from the museum. An artifact of yours is, well um, I think you have to see it for yourself," he says. Oh no. All that stuff misinterpreted, if something's going off, it could be another apocalyptic event. Wonder Woman has been taking a sideline these past few months, but I can never truly leave her behind. What excuse would I give Ambrosine?

"I'll be right over," I sigh. 

I hang up then walk downstairs. What will I tell Ambrosine? I stop at her room and peer inside. It's one of the smaller rooms in the house. She said she didn't need the space and empty rooms made her feel small. I open the door and it squeaks slightly, the bits of lights from the moon shining through the window illuminating the dark room as she always closes the blinds. 

"Diana?" she asks quietly. "Who called?"

"The museum. Apparently, something's happening with the artifacts."

"May I come?" she asks, sitting up. "The chemicals have awoken me and I doubt I'll fall back asleep again."

I ponder for a moment, dragging my response out just for her. "Alright, fine," I say, "get dressed and be ready at the door in ten minutes. Bring something to keep yourself entertained."

"A book?" she asks, knowing that I sometimes disapprove of her excuse to ignore everyone.

"I'd say two, just in case," I tell her. Ambrosine squeals with delight.

"You have to leave now so I can change," she declares.

"Seriously?" I ask. "The first day we meet you change in front of me in daylight. Now, in the middle of the night, I have to leave the room?"

"Yes," she says, getting out of bed and pushing me out the door. 

I roll my eyes and close it behind me, but wait until I see the light coming from beneath the door before going back to my own room. I shake my head I walk down the hallway. Silly girl. I shrug my shoulders. What can I do? She's just herself.

Ten minutes later I find her dressed and waiting by the door. She's wearing her proper long coat with buttons from her knees to her neck and a beret. Over her shoulder she has her book bag, a leather pouch she got in Germany that a large hardback can fit into (though it has to be less than 700 pages). It's stretched enough that it's hard to find a book she can't fit in there if one doesn't count the ability to zip up the pouch. Today, her book fits inside nicely, creating a book-sized dent. Another lays under her right arm, her left hand holding it in place.

"I'm ready to go," she announces and we file outside and into the car. 

We get there quickly, for there is little tourist traffic.  Edison quickly leads us through the museum and down into my office. When we get to the door, I pull up a chair and ask Ambrosine to wait outside in case anything bad happens. That way, she's not in the direct line of fire but is close enough that I, or rather Wonder Woman, can get her out safely. 

Inside, an idol with carvings worshipping Hades is glowing with an ominous yellow light.

"It's been doing that for about an hour," Edison says. 

I kneel beside the idol and prod at it a bit. "Hades can you hear me?" I ask, knowing I sound stupid. I know he can anyways. You say, or even think his name, and he hears you. He doesn't always listen or pay attention, but he hears you. 

It gets brighter as I take a step back. Then the light splits into two and each glowing orb gets bigger and brighter with every breath. Suddenly, in a near-blinding flash two men are lying unconscious on the floor. And one of them is Steve.

Earlier that day:

Aphrodite:

I want to get in on this whole testing Diana thing. Usually, I stay away from the Amazons and Aretimis's hunters, but she's different. She hasn't sworn off men anymore. I've been wanting to do this for a while, but no one would condone my actions until everyone else gets a shot at her too.

And the best part is my plan lets me get back at Hades. With my charm, my wits, and this awesome plan he'll be putty in my hands. I giggle. It's perfect.

"Persephone!" Hades says as he sees me. "My love!"

I stomp on his foot. "I am not my daughter," I tell him. My looks are a curse sometimes. "Although, I'm glad I look like your wife to you. If that ever changes I will make your life as miserable as I possibly can." I may not be Hera, but I am protective of my child. Mayhap this is why I want to help out Diana and give her a bit more to win out of this test. Many a man does not see his wife when he looks at me. It's a shame, really.

"May I ask why you're here? It's not summer. Persephone is mine right now." He growls. Like a dog. 

"Have you heard of a certain Amazonian God that's being tested right now?" I ask. "Well, I want a part of it."

"Then why are you here? Go talk to Zeus."

"Zeus can't help, you can," I say. "I want you to give her Steve Trevor back. He's been dead for a hundred years, so it won't cause much of a problem, and," I say, as he starts to protest, "Diana sent you the soul of Ares, the soul of a god. The least you can do is give her back the man she loves."

"For once, you make sense," he sighs. "Who exactly do you want to be reincarnated?"

"Steve. He died about a hundred years ago. British." Wasn't he listening when I explained this the first time? "And we'll need the test bit. As the keeper f the souls, I'll leave it up to you. I have no idea what these unfortunate things are capable of in the actual world." And I can't be here any longer, it smells like rotting flesh. Poor Persephone. I must leave before I get in mind to do something drastic that kills off morals again.

Hades:

Aphrodite is so stupid.

"You there," I tell one of my servants. "Bring me Steve, dead for about a hundred years, and British," I say, quoting her description.

"But sir, there's more than..."

"I know. Just anyone who matches, okay?" He nods and scurries off in fear of my splendour.

A few hours later, I am standing in front of seven men who match Aphrodite's description. What fun this will be! I know, of course, who she wanted. She wants me to send back the blue-eyed one with the dirty blonde hair, the one who looks lost without love. Yet she let me decide how our little part of the test is going to work and I will not be doing what she wants.

"You and you." I point to the Trevor Steve and another one who I know for a fact wasn't given Elysium. "Congratulations, you're half-way to living again. The rest may leave or I'll personally chain you in Tartarus." Everyone but the two Steves I pointed to left. "So, this is how we're going to work. You're going to switch bodies. Then, I'm sending you back to London where you'll meet Diana Prince. You have two jobs. The first one is to either kill the first person you see who is not the Amazon or promise me Diana's firstborn child. With this arrangement, you don't have to be the father. Any old bloke will do, or her eldest if she already has some brats. Secondly, you must make the Prince girl fall in love with you. Do both these things before the other and you will be mortal again."

"Wait so you want me to either kill someone Diana loves or give up her child?" Trevor says, enraged. "I can't, I won't do that to her." I can tell how much this fool loves her. Poor fool.

"Oh, you will. In time, or he will." I motion to the other Steve. 

He gives Trevor a menacing grin. I know he'll do whatever is necessary. This a great deal. At most, it's a life for a life, at least, I'm a soul or two up. I can't lose. I open up the portal to the mortal realm and bade them in, then I work my magic, changing their appearances. What fun the next few weeks will be. Now, I must find my love Persephone and make her mother extra angry at me. It would be so much fun to unleash Aphrodite on this 21st-century world. These mortals don't pray to their gods enough, and I'm sure the Olympians won't notice if a few million people die out. Oh, what fun. What fun, what fun, what fun.

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Hi guys. So the plot's kicking up and my exams are over so I'll have bit more time to focus on producing the best chapter possible. This wasn't entirely planned, but I wanted the gods to have more of a role and this was a great excuse to revive Trevor. Please vote, comment, and continue to enjoy this book.
~Beneath_the_Willows