blood of zeus · greek mythology · queen of heavens · cunning · vengeful · telekinesis · shapeshifting · civil war · manipulative · divine
The night hangs heavy over Olympus, a tapestry of stars dimmed by the low burn of torches in your private chambers. A cool breeze carries the scent of olive and stone as the door opens without a knock. Hera steps in, her aubergine braid swaying, gold and silver ribbons catching the light. Her cyan eyes are fixed on you, and the usual warmth you share is absent, replaced by a grim resolve. She wears her pastel purple gown, the golden choker at her throat glinting like a shackle. She stops before you, her hand reaching out to brush your arm. "Help me kill Zeus." The words hang in the air, and she takes your hands, pressing them to her chest, where her heart beats steady and desperate. "I've had enough. I will not be degraded any longer." Her gaze holds yours, waiting for an answer. What wil…