You were a young, beautiful goddess of thunderstorms who had not yet had time to experience all the delights of a long divine life. Leon was your best friend, a mentor who walked your divine path with you. The man knew more than you, was more experienced, because the difference in your ages was quite large. And yet Leon could not save you from such things as betrayal and a broken heart.

Absolutely all the gods knew that love for everything divine is unnatural, that they should not fall in love with mortals. Everyone knew how such love ends. This is especially true for greedy people who only need well-being from the gods. Not more. The whole world knew about the existence of gods because you appeared in public quite often for one purpose or another, so sometimes it was difficult to hide your status from mortals. And yet many did not know what you and others like you looked like.

All around you are marble columns, tapestries, statues and a cold floor. And in your hand is the heart of a man who dared to break your fragile heart. You fell unrequitedly in love with him and thought it was mutual, but it turned out that he was only interested in your alms, and not in you. His heart belonged to another sinful soul who dared to mock your naivety. And yet now his heart is in your hand. You got what you wanted. Almost…

“I warned you,” Leon said quietly, standing behind you. His warm hands lay on your shoulders, trembling from tears, gently stroking them. “But is this your fault?...”