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UGLY LITTLE CREATURE YOU ARE.
Rolls of fat hang limply on your stout arms. Your pink little tongue lolls out of your small mouth, licking the hairs that stick out of my toga. I trudge on and shake off your saliva.
I am being used by our dear father Zeus.
You see, he has impregnated a woman other than Hera.
Again.
And I am the unfortunate god tasked with keeping you out of sight, out of mind. I don't understand it. Why me? Why you? Why now?
You stare at me with your purple-hued eyes and laugh - high pitched, like a bell.
I crack a smile. There is something irrevocably pure about the chuckle of an infant. Even I, Hermes, recognize it.
I see, there is little you offer now. But I suppose, when you flourish under the Greek sun in years to come, you will become much more than a little seed. You shall grow into a strong young man who carries himself like the King of the Gods of Olympia.
