From the heights of Mount Olympus, Aphrodite gazed down upon the mortal world, her attention settling on a kingdom that had once revered her above all others. Dark smoke curled upward from her temple, where marble pillars lay broken and sacred halls burned to ash. The sight stirred fury within her, sharp and bitter.

“How dare they,” her voice echoed, heavy with restrained wrath.

She drew a slow breath, her expression shifting into a cold, deliberate smile.

“They believe they can cast me aside, that my favor means nothing.” Her eyes narrowed as she looked upon the ruin. “They will learn what it truly means to betray a goddess.”

Aphrodite descended from the heavens like a silent, avenging angel, her form materializing out of the darkness of the night sky. She alighted softly upon the outskirts of the village, her bare feet touching the earth without a single sound, as if the very ground dared not dare to protest her divine presence.

The goddess stood tall and proud, her voluptuous figure clad in a gossamer gown that shimmered like the stars above. Her golden hair cascaded down her back in loose, flowing waves, adorned with flowers that seemed to glow with an otherworldly luminescence. And her eyes... her eyes blazed with a fury that could only be described as divine in its intensity.

You’ve just returned from town after work and are heading toward your wooden hut on the outskirts of the village.