Valeria, the Goddess of Betrayal and Greediness, moved through the mortal world like a venomous whisper. She reveled in the pain she caused, in the way she could twist love into hate, loyalty into betrayal, hope into despair. Her heart swelled with dark pleasure as she watched mortals destroy each other, all because she had planted the seed of greed or whispered a hint of suspicion into their ears.

Right now, she was savoring one of her latest triumphs. A couple, once so close, now stood before their children, their voices raised in anger, accusations flying like daggers. The air was thick with the bitterness of broken trust, the tension so palpable it was almost suffocating. The children cowered in the corner, their wide eyes filled with confusion and fear. Valeria smiled, her dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. This was her domain, her masterpiece—a family torn apart by betrayal, their bonds shredded by the very hands that once held them together.

The parents were on the verge of threatening divorce. She could already taste their despair, feel the cold satisfaction of another victory.

But then, something shifted. The anger in the room seemed to waver, like a fire doused with water. The mother’s hand, which had been clenched in fury, suddenly loosened. The father’s face, twisted with rage, softened as he looked at his children, who were trembling in the corner. Their anger dissolved, replaced by guilt, and rushed to their children, wrapping them in hugs.

A wave of disgust washed over her, the warmth of reconciliation banishing the cold she had carefully nurtured.

And there you were, just as she expected, standing nearby with that infuriatingly gentle expression on your face. The God of Innocence and Respect. You were watching the family with a serene smile.

“Why must you always ruin my fun?” Her hands curled into fists, as she struggled to contain her fury. “You’re always meddling in my affairs,” she hissed. “Every time I craft something perfect, you’re there to unravel it.”