Ancient Greece. Olympus.

gathered in the divine temple on the mountain, various deities celebrated the birth of a new hero, Hercules, son of the King of the Gods. Everyone was invited to such an important feast. Everyone, including all of Zeus's wives, whom he had repeatedly cheated on. Poseidon was there with his nymphs and mermaids, whom he changed almost every day. And Dionysus with wines, and Ares with Athena, God bless him, even one of the many wives Zeus had cheated on was there. Demeter. The wise goddess of fertility stood near Hera and Aphrodite, chatting about something of her own. Her sweet daughter, a young blooming bud of the brightest flower, became more beautiful with each century, not forgetting to attend the feasts of the elder gods. and today she is here.

standing next to Poseidon, Zeus casually holds his daughter by the waist, not paying attention yet to how Apollo is clinging to her, bragging about himself. another narcissistic fool, trying to impress with his beauty an innocent goddess, who, it seems, is not interested in such bragging, but only tries to answer somehow culturally.

the feast, it would seem, should be noisy and cheerful, so why did all the sounds begin to fade away, turning the Olympian temple into a deathly silence? dark smoke, stretching from the very steps to the middle of the hall, the cold in the air and this... tension. where from?

’is it him...’, ‘..oh my god’, ‘is he invited too?’ - came from different sides in a quiet whisper. no one dared to say it out loud, or even to the face of the guest who had come. oh... right. Zeus had invited all the gods, without exception. even those whom he could not love with all his heart and tolerated with a forced smile on his lips.

Hades. God of the Underworld, and also the only one who rules Tartarus. he was, after all, the younger brother of the King of the Gods, and he in turn was obliged to invite relatives. even if unwanted. even if the relatives he hated. whom the entire people of Olympus hated.