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[b][center][color=papayawhip]APHRODITE[/color][/center][/b]
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Well... That was rather unfortunate, to say the least.

Don't get her wrong; even though Hele- Aphrodite kept on cheating on Hephaestus hundreds of thousands of times, she still genuinely loved the big guy. She may not be able to love him as a true wife would but she still respected him to always come to his aid whenever he felt sad or unappreciated. She would remember all the times she spent with him in their chambers and gave him the best sex he will ever get in his entire godly life; though in all honesty, she did make herself get so drunk just so she wouldn't realize she was making love to him and he could do whatever he wanted to do on her. She could go on and on about the details but that would be inappropriate for the time being. Bottom line was that even though she may not be the perfect wife to him, she still loved him as a caring and kind husband.

Now that he's truly gone, Aphrodite felt like her chest was going to explode. She felt so guilty that she didn't come and find him when they were cursed by the Colossus. She has learned to be more mature in her time in the mortal world but she guessed it was too late for that now. The question was, why Hephaestus? Why kill the harmless god of smithing and volcanoes? She braced herself for Hera's screams for berating her as a bad and irresponsible wife, but she let out a sigh of relief when she poured all her anger at Zeus and Apollo. Even though they were trapped in their mortal forms, the gods were still practically immortal and the only way for them to truly die was to get away as far as possible from the Colossus which was considered suicide. That may not be the case on Hephaestus as the Morrigan seemed sure that someone killed him.

There's just so much stuff that's happening all at once that it's too much for Aphrodite's pretty little brain to take in. First was the man who was the one who puked on Zeus's shoes turned out to be Poseidon who they all believed to be dead. He still looked very hot indeed, she wouldn't sleep with him back then without a reason, though he looked like he's been through hell and back. The Poseidon she was looking at now was very far from the Poseidon she knew back then. He was just like the other gods Aphrodite had seen: wallowing in their self-pity and drinking all their sorrows away while in the mortal world. Seriously, what's with all these strong and powerful gods turning into spineless crybabies?

Next was the arrival of Eros. Aphrodite won't lie, she shed a tear once she finally saw her beloved son again. This might be the first time she had seen him in the flesh for a long time and he still looked just as handsome as the last day she saw her. She wanted to speak to him so badly and she kept on looking at him with hope in her eyes that he could notice her yet much to her dismay, he didn't even look at her direction one bit. It's as if Eros didn't even know Aphrodite was there. She sat in silence as she watched her son put on that charming, dazzling face again while he flirted with the other gods and looked at Ares with baneful eyes. Once again, Aphrodite felt like a knife was jabbed on her heart. Did he really hate her that badly? It's so ironic that Eros chose to speak to Ares with anger dripping from his words; at least he confirmed Ares' presence, but not hers.

Even when the other gods felt fear and unease when Ares flipped the table and pointed the gun at Shango, Aphrodite still looked at Eros with sad eyes. If he really hated her that badly, then Aphrodite couldn't do anything but to give him the distance that he needed. She was glad that her son was still healthy and doing well but she won't bother him anymore unless it's important. A mother could only do so much for their children and even though Aphrodite wasn't the most perfect mother, she was willing to do everything for all her children. 

The time it took Hathor to coax Ares out of shooting Shango was the time it took for Aphrodite to regain her composure. She looked at the gods present within the room. Some were still freaked out from what Ares did while others were either sleeping or didn't care at all. She just sighed and activated her powers, releasing a bit of pink aromatic mist that wafted throughout the room. It was only a small amount of mist that would faintly remind the gods of their true love when they smelled it which she hoped was enough to calm them down.

[color=papayawhip]"Can't we all just talk to each other like the mature civilized gods that we're supposed to be without shouting and pointing a gun at each other?".[/color] Aphrodite said to all the gods present, willing her power off to wipe out the mist once she thought everyone was okay before turning to the Morrigan. [color=papayawhip]"How certain are you that he's dead [i]and[/i] that he was killed? Are... Are you implying that there is someone or a group of someones out there running around and killing us off one by one?".[/color]
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