Zeus and Phanes had been looking for Kronos for days.
On their way to Olympus, they find a lifeless body on the ground.
Athena had not visited Hephaestus in what felt like an eternity.
The lonely god of the forge had spent countless days in solitude,
consumed by Aphrodite's infidelity, wishing Athena was there to comfort him.
With Aphrodite by his side, Ares returned home to inform his mother, Hera,
about their affair and the child they were expecting.
He wanted to be the one to break the news,
hoping to avoid any gossip that might reach her ears first.
Demeter's world shattered when her beloved daughter, Persephone, vanished.
Frantic with worry, she begged Hecate, the goddess of sorcery and ghosts,
for information about her daughter's fate.
The goddess told Demeter all she had heard but did not know who had taken her daughter
which made Demeter feel devastated.
Hecate tried to comfort her and told her Helios, the all-seeing god of the sun, might have the answer.
In an island not far away, the golden sands of Sulani Island
glowed under the soft embrace of the setting sun,
glowed under the soft embrace of the setting sun,
casting a warm light on the water as it kissed the shore.
The beach was quiet, save for the gentle whisper of waves and the distant calls of seabirds.
Amid this peaceful scene stood Ares and Aphrodite, lost in each other's gaze, their connection magnetic.
They leaned in, their kiss intense, unmindful of the world around them.
But the world was not as blind as they hoped.
From a distance, Hephaestus watched them, his expression frozen in shock and disbelief.
He had not meant to witness this; he’d come to the beach seeking tranquility.
But now, in a single glance, his heart was cracked wide open.
Aphrodite, sensing his presence, paced back and forth not knowing what to do next.
Aphrodite, sensing his presence, paced back and forth not knowing what to do next.
Ares, on the other hand, stood frozen in deep shock as his brother caught them in the act.
Back atop the volcano, within the blistering heat of his workshop,
Hephaestus grappled with his emotions.
The flames surrounding him mirrored the firestorm within.
He clenched his fists, his eyes distant yet full of pain.
Here, in the heart of his volcanic forge, he could lose himself in his work,
pouring his anguish into molten metal.
Sparks flew, illuminating the darkened corners of the workshop as he hammered away
with relentless focus, crafting something powerful, something lasting.
pouring his anguish into molten metal.
Sparks flew, illuminating the darkened corners of the workshop as he hammered away
with relentless focus, crafting something powerful, something lasting.
Each strike of his hammer was a release, a beat in the symphony of his sorrow.
Sweat poured from his brow as his hands moved with an almost feverish urgency.
Through his pain, he sought solace in creation,
every piece of armor, every intricate weapon a testament to his strength
—and his heartbreak.
Hephaestus hadn’t anticipated that Aphrodite’s infidelity would stir such a storm within him,
leaving him to question the true nature of his feelings.
Was it jealousy gnawing at him,
or merely wounded pride that his own brother had deceived him
and pursued an affair with his wife?
To be continued...
Hera visits enchantress Circe's secluded covenstead.
She did not like how Zeus does not spare even his own daughters from his carnal desires
so she hid their daughter Hebe there in the care of Circe.
so she hid their daughter Hebe there in the care of Circe.
She wanted to check on her daughter after years of not being able to see her.
Meanwhile, Nemesis, another of Zeus's victims, was left in the forest,
pregnant with his child whom Nemesis has named Helene.
pregnant with his child whom Nemesis has named Helene.
Not far away from where Nemesis is, Morpheus is seen alone in a cave in deep sorrow.
There he found solitude, hoping to heal his broken heart and ego.
To be continued...
Hecate heard Persephone’s anguished cries and was immediately filled with dread,
fearing for the fate of Demeter's beloved daughter.
fearing for the fate of Demeter's beloved daughter.
Persephone's sweat filled the air like the scent of blooming iris across the sun-dappled garden.
A series of new births are occurring in the lands of both Gods and Mortals.
The ocean scares me.
Not because I'm afraid of drowning but because it is too vast to know where it ends.
Tethys was left grieving over the death of her husband Okeanos.
She promised Kalamos to protect him now that he's the only family she has
since her daughter Metis had died while giving birth to Poros
at the same time hearing about Athena's disappearance.
She promised Kalamos to protect him now that he's the only family she has
since her daughter Metis had died while giving birth to Poros
at the same time hearing about Athena's disappearance.
as she swam across the falls.
Hecate reported to Ouranos about what Gaia did to Tartaros while defending Erebos.
as he felt the effects of the spell from the Fates.
Ananke, who had been observing Cain and Aclima from a distance,
had just realized that the very thing she had feared had started to happen.
Zeus was terribly missing Eve, but he had to stay away from her for both their sakes.
In his longing for Eve, he kept searching for her in every woman he met.
Eris thought her renewed strength and revitalized powers from the Morae's spell
would spare her from death,
but no matter how powerful she was, she was no match to Hecate who she underestimated.
with Hecate overseeing the sacred rites.
