"I swear, on Styx, that I won't cause any unnecessary harm to mortals for the next years or until I get stronger again, whichever comes first."
"Yes" said Artemis. "And of the moon, and several other things. Artemis." She put a little emphasis on her name. It still hurt when mortal didn't know it.
Things had all been so much easier in the years that they were now obliged to refer to as BC.
"Modeling's boring," said Aphrodite. "'Stand here, stand there.' Phone sex is much more fun. And you wouldn't believe how much mortals are willing to pay for a spot of deep breathing and a fake-"
We were...famous once. Back in Greece. And in Rome--Italy. Everyone knew who we were. People were different then. They believed.
"I'm dying," sobbed Demeter. "I'm dying." To her surprise, Artemis felt a little bit jealous.
"A girl?" said Dionysus. He was surprised. It wasn't like Apollo to get emotional over a mortal.
I could kill you all, thought Apollo, with a click of my fingers. I could turn you into nasturtiums, or worms, or yesterday's papers.
She had missed Hera. Nobody did rage like Hera, not even Aphrodite on a bad day.
