Chapter 3: The Destroyer
Hera was walking towards the throne room, she just hoped, just a bit, that Poseidon isn’t mad at her.
She entered quietly, as the queen of the gods, she is also authority. She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard something, like people betting on something.
“700 drachmas worth that if we tell Hera, she’ll get mad cow disease.” A gruff voice said. That could only be Hera’s son, the god of war.
“Is Ares bashing me and my sacred animal?” Hera thought to herself.
“1000 drachmas, Hera will send cow shit on Zeus.”
“2000 drachmas, Hera’ll cut Zeus’ peacock.”
“That does it.” Hera looked over the corner where the three of the most mischievous gods are, Ares, Hermes and Apollo.
Hera kicked Hermes’nape.
“Ouch!” Hermes tumbled towards the door.
“He’s not a titan!” Apollo said. The god of the sun was addicted to Japanese culture. Why? It’s because it’s the Land of the rising sun.
“Titan?” Hera said.
“Don’t mind him, he’s just going about this new anime he’s watching called Shingeki…AHHH!” Hera kicked Ares’ crotch. “Don’t think I’ll let you get away from desecrating my animal.”
Hera brought her leg towards Apollo’s face.
“Now, you three, what is it that you’re…” Hera’s eyes widened. There was a video shield, Zeus was having his very own harem with the non-Olympian immortal women he had been in the past.
Hera crushed the video shield with her high heels.
“H-H-Hera, has strong kick?”
“Just like a pirate empr…” Hera kicked Apollo once more. “Shut up.” The queen walked away balling her fists. That old man! It’s not even that good to watch, but it’s Zeus.
“Poseidon was more youthful looking than that old fart.” Hera said remembering Poseidon’s shaved and youthful face, as if he just hit 25. “No! What the hell am I thinking? I need some advice…” She thought over who should she get advice from and narrowed her choices to 4.
Demeter: No, not her, she’ll just offer cereal and continue living her life. Some sister.
Athena: More philosophical shenanigans, or whatever.
Artemis: Most fit candidate for advice, but she doesn’t know anything about love
Aphrodite: No, just no. Hera’s love problem would spread around Olympus and Camp Half-blood like a wild fire.
She decided to try them all. But there is one problem, Hera became dizzy, the same feeling she felt many centuries ago when she got pregnant with that lame Hephaestus, or that stupid meathead Ares.
She ignored going to the goddesses and teleported back to her palace.
Her hand glowed blue-green and put it in her slim tummy.
She felt, a heartbeat.
“No, I can’t be… the last one was… Poseidon… I’m pregnant with that fish head’s child?!” Hera said.
For 3 weeks, she didn’t get out of her room. Godly pregnancy happens only in three whole weeks.
She expected another stupid ugly baby like Hephaestus, or a stupid one like Ares, but when she did gave birth on her own, being the goddess of childbirth she can, it was a handsome baby boy, with Poseidon’s sea green eyes and his jet-black hair. She proceeded to clean the baby, which was covered in golden blood.
“What should I name him…” Hera smiled at the sleeping baby, she remembered how this little cutie was the result of a broken vow. “Perseus. The Destroyer.” She kissed her son, and for the first time in her immortal life she finally have the perfect baby she wanted.
“It was Poseidon all along…” Hera said.
“What is the meaning of this, Hera!?” Hera looked at the door, which stood Aphrodite holding a chocolate box.
“What do you mean, what is the meaning of this, Aphrodite?” Hera hugged the baby closer to her breast.
“You had a baby? With whom!?” Aphrodite’s eyes glittered in curiousity and excitement.
“No one, just like Hephaestus.”
“Then it is deformed again huh? Seriously, Hera, when you try to have a baby with you only, it doesn’t work out to be perfect, Athena explained it right, there’s no complete chromosomes or whatever that is.” Aphrodite crossed her arms.
“See for yourself.” Hera proudly presented Aphrodite with the handsome baby.
Aphrodite squealed. “It’s the most handsome baby I’ve ever seen! Oh so… wait… sea-green eyes…” Then the baby raised its hand lifting the water on the flower vase and pouring it on the floor, then it laughed.
Hera took a step back, “I-It’s not what you think… I mean I can explain…”
“You had a baby with Poseidon!?” Aphrodite went into conclusion. “Oh my goddess.”
Hera narrowed her eyes.
Aphrodite was in shock, she can’t even move.
“Idiot.” Hera said as she cradled her little baby. “So, you can control water, huh?”
