Prologue
(A/N- This book is in no way meant to hurt or offend anyone, the topic of s*x, rape, misogyny, and more will be included in this book. Greek mythology and religion will be included in this book and I have no intention of offending anyone. I, myself as a Christian understand the trouble of others disrespecting mine or other religions and I believe that is wrong. I include the Greek religion because I find it interesting and it's a big role in this story and plot, again I, in no way mean to offend anyone, and I'm going off of the facts and knowledge I know from school and research. )
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Valiosa
THIRD POV
Zeus sat on his throne of lightning, a chalice of ambrosia in hand. He raised the ambrosia to his lips, taking a sip, he tasted the fruitful flavor as it stained his tongue, the liquid running down his throat. He sighed in boredom, his eyes wandered across the throne room before he felt the plush breasts of one of his mistresses press against his arm. She leaned over, pressing light kisses on his neck before traveling down his chest. He groaned as he felt his manhood come alive, hardening, as her pecks of lust continued. Reaching over, he grabbed her firm breasts, massaging them; she moaned out, her moans of pleasure echoing throughout the room.
Before Zeus and his mistress could carry out their act of lust and desire, Hera walked in with a trail of fury behind her.
“How dare you?!” Hera screamed, her beautiful face turned red by the second.
The mistress, that had moved onto Zeus’s lap during their heated touches, had jumped at the sound of Hera’s anger-filled voice, her skinny rear rubbed against Zeus’s already hardened c**k, making him grunt.
That act alone made Hera scream in fury, tears streaming down her face.
“What is it that you talk about?” Zeus rolled his eyes, waving off the mistress. The mistress stood up, making her way out of the throne room, leaving the furious Goddess and bored God alone. Hera threw her arms by her side, making her breasts bounce, an action that caught Zeus’s attention.
“You said that you would try!” Zeus sighed in boredom once again, he pulled his hand up towards his eyes before rubbing them. He pulled a sly smirk on his face, “But I have, my dear. I have been trying really hard.” His eyes connected with her hurt filled ones, tears of pain streamed down her face. “But you haven’t! you dare let your rotten phallus near another woman’s cunt, you continue to impregnate other women, especially those humans in the mortal world!” In Hera’s fit of rage, she mistakenly let rage overtake her as she sped towards Zeus and landed a hard smack against his cheek, the smack wasn’t enough to make Zeus’s head turn but enough for a red mark to appear.
Zeus stood up off his throne before backhanding Hera, causing her to crash to the floor. “Know your place Hera, you may be my wife but you're still but a woman. You have no say in what women I lay with, nor do you have a say in my life. Quit your tantrum before you spend the night in the room again!” Zeus screamed, his face turning red. Hera felt chills of fear run down her back at the mention of the room. “But for your rebellious and disrespectful attitude, you will not be eating for a month! Now dry your tears!” Hera felt a sob catch in the back of her throat, “W-wait Zeus-” Zeus walked towards her before crouching down and place a finger to her lips, shutting her up. “Shhh, my dear. This is your punishment, besides you’ve gained weight, you need to lay off the ambrosia.”
That was the last that Zeus had said, before he left the throne room, making his way towards his harem.
Hera shook as she placed her hand over her stomach, her head shaking as she told herself that there was ‘absolutely nothing wrong with her’.
Hera’s pain slowly turned into anger as she screamed before storming her way towards her personal room, she bathed through the room, the shine of gold and crystals showed the true wealth of the room. She slammed her door shut before making her way towards her book of sorcery, Hera being the mother of witches that she is, opened her book, looking through pages of the book trying to find anything that would make her suffering go away. As she flipped through pages upon pages she, a certain Page catches her eyes, the page of fate.
Her eyes skimmed over quickly before she started to read the page she wrote herself.
The practice of fate is to cast a spell onto an unborn child, the child will follow the fate that you have chosen for them but the decision if the fate is successful or not is dependent upon the child.
The fate spell is a very powerful spell, those who are extremely experienced in witchcraft.
Hera pointed her manicured nail towards the page, “This, this is what I need…”
And from that day on, Hera planned secretly to soon fulfill her plan.
“You, my child, you will win, you will fight, and you will rule."
With certainty in her voice, Hera look at the page with determination
"She will rule."
