Hera
Never again. Never again would she stay hidden in the shadows while her husband cheated on her, had children with other women, or opposed her in any project (which was mainly based on revenge. So what if the women were raped, they should have begged for her forgiveness then she would have only hurt her husband, the lecher.) It was his entire fault; he destroyed the thing that was most sacred to her! And then was angry when she rebelled or tried to take a lover. Well, never again. The gods had lost the power of reincarnation while the goddesses still retained it. She'd show the world why she was chosen Queen of the gods, her not the beautiful Aphrodite, or the wise and skilled Athena, nor the wild Artemis, or the young Persephone. She was the Queen and every one would remember.
Never Again.
Aphrodite
Never again. Never again would she be forced to stare at her husband's misshapen form, an odd feeling building up when he looked at her with sadness radiating his face. It wasn't her fault she cheated on him; she was the goddess of all forms of love, foremost lust. How else was she supposed to act but by her nature! He hated her lovers, going so far as to catch her and his own brother in bed. Did he expect her to stay faithful when he wasn't even handsome, always coming home covered in soot. Who wanted a husband like that? So she had lovers, plenty of them. She was back and never again would she be held back by that man, she would have as many mortals as she wanted. But never again would she feel guilt.
Never Again.
Athena
Never again. Never again would she foster a city, they had turned their backs on her, her The Goddess of Wisdom, they had abandoned her teachings, her rules, and her image for emperors that she had put upon the throne. They had mocked her, kept her temple in ruins, never dedicating a thing to her visage. Very well then, that the favor of fate had fallen away from them. Let them burn forever more, no longer would she fight for a city. No, now she would pursue her own interests perhaps become a patron of today's arts, and never again would she grant her favor with those mortals of Athens.
Never Again.
Artemis
Never again. The words seemed to fill the Huntress with unabashed glee. She would never have to endure the gods and their critism or even ask for her father's permission to remain single. They were her choices, and now she could run wild forever without having to check in with the others. They were dead, gone and with them, their dull meaningless meetings. Olympus had always dragged her down. Besides, in this age it was very common for people to go missing in a forest, no one to stop her from punishing those who would destroy her home ground. Never again would she be held in by a council of the gods. Freedom never tasted so good.
Never Again.
Persephone
Never again. No one would ever touch her, hold her, and take her without her consent. No one would ever again give her away like a piece of furniture; no one would steal her from a field of flowers away from the light, her companions, and her mother. No one would hurt her ever; she would be no man's wife unless she chose to be. She wouldn't have to worry about winter being her fault again. Perhaps she would open a bakery or even a flower shop; it didn't matter because it was her choice. Her husband was gone; never again would he steal her away from the things she loved.
Never Again.