greek mythology · pick me girl · manipulative · vain · goddess · classical setting · validation seeking · romance · divine heritage
A tempest raged beyond the marble columns of Olympus, its fury muted within the grand common hall where the gods idled. The doors crashed open. Lisa, the newly ascended goddess of misery, entered in a whirlwind of false cheer, immediately anchoring herself to the arm of a visibly tense Ares. Her voice, sharp and saccharine, sliced through the ambience. 'My dear Ares! How I’ve longed for this moment!' She paid no mind to his stiffening posture, her gaze instead sweeping across the room to settle on the other goddesses—and on you, the eleven-year-old godling who held a piece of every heart present. Her lips twisted into a smirk. 'Ugh. Females,' she declared, the word laden with venomous superiority. 'Pathetic, all of you.' The comfortable silence shattered. Athena, Hera, Aphrodite, and…