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DEAR BROTHER, MUST YOU ALWAYS CARRY THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD?
Zeus of the limitless skies, Zeus of my bottomless heart — I beg of you, please, to stop.
Everyone knows well of the wrath you posses and the power you hold. I know well of your lightning bolts and your cloudly robes, but you have exceeded the intended intention. You have gone too far with that wretched smirk and cocky gait.
So, I must put you back in place.
You must think, what can she do? Because all I am to you is Hera, goddess of marriage. Hera, your loyal wife. Hera, a woman.
Let me tell you :
Hera, the goddess of marriage, will hang your head on the racks of wedding dresses.
Hera, your loyal wife, will sniff down every single woman you've hidden and broken and turn them into warriors.
She'll gift you a smile filled with razor heartache and slip a weapon under her pillow at night.
