God of My Dreams (Greek Heroes #1) ✅ Completed

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Trials of Morpheus Act II

The Trials of Morpheus Act II

Hera filled herself with power. She loved the heady rush that electrified every part of her body. There was nothing like the seductive sensation of so much living energy just waiting for a target.

It was better than sex.

Her husband would undoubtedly disagree. After all, Zeus thoroughly enjoyed his dalliances with all manner of females, large and small. Or at least he used to. Once upon a time, her husband’s infidelity used to really get under her skin. How she’d hated those easily fooled tramps, thinking they were such hot shit because the king of the Olympians happened to notice they were female. As if they held something she did not whenever he turned and chased after them like dog after a bone.

What an idiot he’d been. Turning into a bull or other such nonsense just to get away with something everyone knew was happening. It was beyond pathetic. Long ago, Athena asked her why she bothered to put up with it at all. Why did any smart, capable woman put up with the lecherous cheating ways of a powerful husband?

Easy.

The benefits often outweighed the irritating and usually distasteful nuances of daily life. Ask any woman who stood by her power-wielding husband. The perks of being associated with such a prestigious mate were fine indeed.  

To be sure Hera was powerful in her own right. Family, hearth and home were the hallmarks of a woman’s natural power. Their prayers were substantial and plenty. Women prayed to her for a good birth, a lasting marriage, and a secure home. Even in the modern era, she was not forgotten.

But she was bored.

Zeus had gotten old. He no longer chased virgins in the guise of animal, vegetable or mineral. She no longer had the opportunity to find joy in watching those little idiots squirm after she’d caught them in her net. Hearing their pleas for mercy as she made their bastard offspring suffer used to make her smile for a month. Then like a switch being turned off, Zeus just stopped. He hardly ever left Olympus now, and on the rare case he felt in the mood to do more than drink ambrosia and reminisce with those other morons Hermes and Ares, he could barely get it up.   

Just when she thought she’d never have any real fun again, along came Artemis all bent out of shape – over a mortal female no less. All of Hera’s old feelings came rushing back, making her feel a thousand years younger.

And with it, a new sense of purpose.

She was ready to help the huntress extinguish the stupid woman who’d dared to trespass where ordinary mortals used to know better than to tread. Modern people had forgotten about the old gods, relegating them to terrible movies and flat stories in history texts. Here was a chance to usher in a new era – a fresh millennium to show the puny humans what true power really was.

During the gods' last reign, the men had ruled supreme. Zeus, Poseidon and Hades controlled most of the earth and regions beyond, without leaving much for the women. But a lot had changed over the last few hundred years. Women were running billion dollar companies, fighting in wars and discovering more ways to stand toe to toe with men in what had been a man’s world.

She would help Artemis with her little mortal problem. Not because she cared really, but because it was the first step in her grand plan. After she took out Hades, the weakest of the three, her powers would grow, enough to bring Poseidon then eventually Zeus down to their knees. Once she controlled Olympus she would rain fire down upon the earth, ushering in the Age of Hera with fire and blood.