EpilogueMidnight came and went, even on Olympus.
Zeus had demanded a handful of candles be lit in a circle before his throne. His little brother Hades was afraid of the dark, not him. Indeed, there was a certain comfort in the shadows. The great god drummed his fingers upon the gilded armrest of his seat. Hephaestos had made him a matching pair, of course. Hera had taken the other with her when she left.
A young goddess prostrated herself before him in the centre of the pool of light, her pale hands touching the ground. Her face had disappeared, obscured by her honey locks.
Zeus stared down at his daughter, his bare chest filling with pride.
Such a good girl.
‘Arise, Aphrodite. Come here.’
‘Thank you, Father.’ Aphrodite walked over, perched on the arm of his chair. The goddess hung h
