Chapter 40. Zeus and Hera (2)

“Hades...” A song of utter helplessness it was, the voice so sweet yet the contracting emotions so high like a whirlwind, he felt her before his eyes could see her, she was his sister and best friend after all and when she teleported in front of his throne Hades smile vanished replaced by a horror so deep that he was left without any voice, rhyme or scheme, without a voice as if he had a setback to see someone so dear to him like this.

So heartbroken that it was visible.

Who was the woman standing in front of him?

She was once considered to be the most precious of all, a true beauty inside and out, the goddess who has veins of steel and never backed down even if it meant raising hell. She was the one who treated his wounds when they were younger, she was Hera.

She had been kind, had been cruel but defeated, Hera never knew the word.

But not today.

And then at a closer look she wasn’t the Hera he knew, a defeated and isolated look was etched upon h