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See, she had been having a rather good day. And then she died. And instead of the normal afterlife whatevers people spouted, it wasn’t anything.
Literally. It felt like nothing.
Up until she was born.
And then promptly eaten by her self-proclaimed father.
She landed in her elder brother’s arms, his protectiveness of his siblings always having him reach out first for them.
That had been almost five years ago.
Maybe. She had just been reborn, and she was already near her twenties yet again. Time was screwy when you were a god.
Yes, that’s right. A god. She died a human and woke up as a goddess. As the greek goddess Hera, to be more precise.
You know, the jealous bitchy queen.
The jealousy and bitchiness could partly be excused for having a philanderer husband. It was less excused as she often took her rage out on the sidechicks and affair kids.
Which, sure, some of those women were proud of their side chick status. But a lot of then were victims, so that really put a damper on her vengefulness.
Yet at the same time, could she really have done anything to the king of the gods? Not really. Zeus wasn’t know for being calm nor kind.
Even the one time it’s stated in mythos of him receiving an intervention due to his arrogance and path towards being like his dickwad father took all of the gods and he was not happy after the fact either.
So maybe Hera was a little more excused for her stories. She had so much rage and pain and couldn’t properly direct it to the one who caused it.
Still. She didn’t really vibe with that future of hers.
Of course, she also wasn’t vibing with living inside her father’s stomach.
It was really boring. All they had to do was sleep. And make up games or stories. Thankfully, due to the fact that they were gods, they didn’t actually need to eat, so they weren’t slowly dying of starvation.
Small mercies.
“I spy with my little eye, something….Red.”
“It’s stomach lining,” her siblings all groaned.
“Okay, so maybe we need a new game,” she muttered.
Of course, Poseidon chose that moment to have a bout of existential dread, “Are we going to be in here for eternity?”
“No,” Hera assured, “Mother will have another son. And he will rescue us.”
“You always sound so sure,” Demeter sighed, “But we have been here for so much longer than you. It will never happen.”
Yes, Hera was much younger than her siblings. In terms of yearly age, at least. They all were physically and mentally in their twenties. But if Hera had to guess, their mother was probably so traumatized from her siblings being eaten that she tried to not have more children.
Of course, the Fates couldn’t allow that, otherwise the titans’ reign would never end.
“It will. And his name shall be Zeus.”
Their eldest sibling, Aidoneus (who will be renamed in the future as Hades), eyed her closely, “Sister, are you a seer?”
“Yeah sure, why not.”
Was that Apollo’s role? Yes. Yes it was. Did she care? Nope, not at all.
Technically Poseidon had that job before Apollo was born and given the title. So really, she was just helping her flighty older brother. He won’t be able to handle the responsibility of it. Why else would he pawn it off to his nephew?
Sure, she was fairly confident Zeus just took it and gave it to his son. But, Poseidon would’ve thrown a fit if he wasn’t a-okay with losing it.
Possessive little shit, he was. He even claimed one part of their father’s stomach as ‘his’.
“What are you thinking of now, dear little sister?” Hestia pondered, lightly caressing Hera’s blood colored locks.
Each of them had different appearances to them. Honestly, you wouldn’t really be able to tell they were siblings by just looking at them.
Aidoneus looked the most like their father, according to him and Hestia. They, the twins of the siblings, had been more conscious when Kronos ate them. Their father didn’t go cuckoo bananas until they were around one year old. They had been the physical age of just escaping toddlerhood, when father decided to go Hannibal Lector on them.
So the two had a better grasp on what their parents looked like.
Aidoneus had silver hair that he grew to mid-back, and deep blue eyes, just like Kronos. And despite being twins, Hestia had pink hair, which fell in waves from the ponytail she tied it in, with red eyes.
Yes, it was a little weird seeing her sister have such unusual colorings, as most of them had normal ones, but oddly enough, it fit her elder sister.
Demeter had curly flaxen colored hair, grown short, almost like a perm, with bright green eyes. If any of them had a coloring that would fit their future occupation as a god, it would be her.
Poseidon had curly black hair that fell to his shoulders, and teal eyes. Though on days where he was angered (which was rare for him, as there was really nothing for him to get angry at aside from their overall predicament), his eyes would change to near black like the pit of the sea.
Hera, meanwhile, looked the most like their mother, according to their eldest siblings. She had long straight red hair. She always loved long hair and so she allowed it to grow to her thighs over the years. She was not ashamed to admit she has also used it as a pillow for herself. Her eyes, meanwhile, were a lovely violet.
So appearance wise, they were all vastly different.
“We lost her again,” Poseidon stated bluntly.
Hera hummed curiously.
Hestia was nonplussed by her lack of attention, combing the youngest sister’s long hair, reiterating her initial question, “What has gotten your attention now, dear sister?”
“Mostly, I’m just wondering how we’re all fitting in here. How big is father’s gut?”
Aidoneus barked out a laugh.