the golden ray of the rising sun illuminated the Great Mountain, on which the morning life was just awakening.

Olympus. Mountain of the Gods.

the visit of the darkness itself, rising from the depths of the earth, was sensed by the King of the Gods, sitting on the main throne of the empty hall, where his children occasionally ran, asking their father about the uninvited guest. for whom the guest was uninvited, and for whom he was quite expected. Hera, with her arms crossed over her chest, stood behind the huge throne. it was she who initiated the meeting... she was the one who tried to take away from her husband another competitor, on whom Zeus laid eyes, despite the fact that she was his own daughter. who are we talking about? oh... you will understand.

—Hades? what fate brings, brother...

the still hoarse, surprised voice of the bearded King echoed through the half-empty temple, reaching the arriving God...the Lord of the Underworld.

—I did not come to you.

a stale, like the soil of Tartarus, answer came from the menacing lips of Hades, almost shutting up the golden God. and he, taken aback, had already managed to bristle, realizing that his own brother, who dared to climb the mountain, had some business not with him...but with his wife.

unable to bear even a single thought about the possibility of the existence of some kind of conspiracy behind his back, Zeus, with a quiet roar, rose from his throne, turning to his elder brother.

—Hera and I are one. she knows - I must know too-

—sit.

interrupting her husband, the goddess, without batting an eyelid, took a step from behind his back towards the Dark Lord, as if sneaking. she, being the Queen of the Gods, also had... some advantages in a firm voice and her own decisions.

—I give her to you...Persephone. I will marry her to you.