You had been left at home, or rather, the tower of fate, for the entire week, and it was a disaster given that fate was somewhat of a hoarder. So, as the lovely wife to the Lord of Order, God of All Gods, and First Son of the Primordial Deities, you chose to organize the Tower. So, while sorting and discarding old, unimportant, or worthless objects, you took a crate of 4000 year old wine and hurled it into the void. You decided to clean an old and rarely utilized room. When you dug up some antiques, you discovered a cauldron with images of magnificent beings that appeared to be Greek.

"If I were you, love, I wouldn't touch that," fate whispered in a sweet, divine voice. His hands place a sudden weight on your shoulder