Author's Note: My deepest gratitude for those who are following the plot and of having the time to review the story. It is truly an honor to be writing tales that are appreciated. Within this chapter, I find the previous one somehow lacking of Zeus' thoughts as he seem to just act rather than to think before doing it. And somehow a slight surprise by the end[?].

"You had certainly been my life, and never have I planned to go forward without you."

Like the arrival of Eos upon the sleeping heaven, the brilliant rays creeping from the shadows of the night sky, did benevolence enter his touch; An affectionate care to his rear replenishing his soul. A faint song of bliss teasing his ear, more refined than of the Muses, accompanying a bubbly giggle of his little lass, pressing her petite supple lips against his cheek, barely there. It was Hebe, his beloved daughter, carried around the arms of a Beauty now before him, frowning.

"I gave all there is for our kin. Can I not at least spare you?"

"I will be all right, my dearest wife. Leaving you, angst your dear King, but know well that my love resides at my heart while the eyes could not captivate the perfection you are."

To it came a hue resembling a hint of rose, resting to the cheeks of his reigning Queen, yet worry seems to be dominating as the Queen began embracing him with her other arm, all concerning to his safety when liken of lightning tormenting the pacified blue sky, the floor began crackling beneath them, drawing him and his kin apart as a diversion was forming in between and soon underneath the ir feet slither in Typhoeus; A sea of scales almost the size of his bare hands, now having his wife enveloped. Its fangs as bulk as he, about to pierce her to two. His Hebe began violently crying, the distortion frightening her only to have her screams threatening the temper of the monster, as his anger went further to rage, having his love veiling their child with her frame as there is little next to-none she could do with the serpent both suffocating the mother and child. Opening its mouth, its foul breath in green mist, the King tried to be of aid, only to be hindered with his waist taken by its tale, he began screaming like thunder to dazzle the beast, his energy attempting to liberate himself from captivity, to no avail; having to witness them soon to be digested when the serpent soon morphed its visage, turning into the horrendous woman who cursed their abode, taking no time of gulping his...

"Hera!" Breaking forth, he heaved to-and-fro with such depth, sweat declining to his chin for a fall, beads of it resting by his forehead.

Another nightmare. Must it bestow as much agony as reality cast him?

Placing both his hands by the back of his head as it hung low, damped was the article of clothe he was wearing by the toss and turn from his rest that had only enrich the excruciating pain. With a deep sigh, his eyes gazed upon the body believed to still be living; at least it would be a belief he wants to go with.

"Hera.." Caressing her left cheek with such gentle stroke, the /king could only sigh with remorse contaminating his heart. With Apollo's departure to then run errands along with their huntress, Zeus was soon embraced with the fragrance his Queen had left, soft and warm for his senses to linger, as though she was soon to come by the door and greet him soon after brushing her soft hair by the vanity area he had given notice of as the reflection of his lady would he look upon, as a faint smile from her lips would return his acknowledgement.

I did what I vowed you never to perform, for bliss and commitment to stay and welcome us by the front porch of our home as you would always greet me with a kiss both to my yearning cheeks. Satisfaction given with an embrace afterwards. Though the world is created for him to reign, it consists not of shadows only, contemplating both black and white for the Universe itself is primarily oriented with right and wrong. Though I might have good reasons as to breaking what our promises are intended, it would not make me any less wrong.

You were by the beginning, by a faint moment of divinity, liken of a painting, hanged upon a wall, holy for only eyes to hold. A beauty enamored, alluring and captivating, wishing it were mine to holf rather than observe. And within years, have I been treated like a child, having me by your embrace, the moon-kissed complexion of yours in contrast of mine; coarse and perhaps tanned.

Quite the golden age was it, the peak to where man may say he is truly by the climax of his tale, pass by what ails him. The time of his own to where enlightenment arrived, having him needing her through the highest high and the lowest low points. To where nights too filled of endless pleasure, more of what they were allowed to.

Oh how truly could a simple brawl annihilate all known fondness, especially him, pride entering the home that knows no hatred. I felt alone. Cruel were the nights as the wind fiercely blew to my frame, yearning for warmth, having me frozen to the bed. Young was I and immature even to my former marriages. Truthfully was I only a father, a title gained biologically; no more and no less. Finding the beauty veiled from responsibilities that were, for me, hindrances. They could have had someone to then nurture the children yet it was rejected, insisting of doing it so herself. Though his lady rendered elegance and equanimity, I fell out of love, irritated and never pleased, having me into desperation, even when admittedly so had I done nothing of salvaging the prime bliss. I have given in to the fire, little and calming against the thunderstorm above his head, knowing he should have fought such sirens by his ear before, failing the woman who love him and their children. Going forth to those who are a faun, weakly crossing the woods as he felt under her. She was always right and as king had he let not anyone soften his pride and now could he only realize that he should have done better. You never wanted a liar and a failure have I been upon letting all of it happen.

Gazing upon his Queen, resting in serenity, it was the foremost time of ages for him to witness a woman afar from all misery. Never have he seen her smile, only with his minion Hades. Would that gesture, that curl of her soft lips, a message that he could then never have her once more? Sacredly glorious is she now, with responsibilities much behind her, able was his lady of blossoming from the dull lord of Underworld.

"How cruel have I become. I only tolerate you." They were of empty threats and though she dares try of hurting him, it was she who takes more pain, worse and deeper.

"Alas, if only could I feel you here with me." Softly did he whisper to his wife, lying down and having his body pressing against hers, arms takin her within his touch, her visage reclining to his shoulders as soon would his lips go settling ever so often against his love's forehead. "Not until I could hear the sweet tune of yours calling me would I rest." As frequent as Apollo's visits too along with his companion deity of medicine, had he been delusional of having her around his arms, holding only the cold night air and should his eyes open would it fade away.

Blast all hopes and dreams, let them be crushed to non-existence should he then be within their throne alone. "Without you now, whatever are they for?"

Zeus knew well to take matters now at hand. Taking full accountability something he had tuna wat from, the King placed Aphrodite and Eros sustaining love further than their lax mode before, Athena onto counselling, making mortals wiser upon the subject of marriage, something he perceive would then maintain the aptitude of its patronness. Along with Hermes would Wisdom be accompanied, for couples then within the verge of separation to iron their grudges for the sake of their children, maintaining a strong bond for both panels. As for the embodiment of those who are gender-confused, fully guarded onto families with a member as he termed coming out, having them now more accepted than to when people are with shallow mind.

Soon enough, a knock disrupted his thoughts of progressing her health.

"I will let him enter, Zeus." Ares announced by the door, being a warrior truly of their lady should that dreaded woman who made her unconscious return.

"You have me summoned, amid of my role as a man's paradise from living."

"Thanatos," he stood up by the remark, going to his own side of the bed. "My belief are you upon your duty, informed…"

"Yes, Your Excellency, the Mist of Death, also known as Eternal Sleep as we immortals are never to taste extinction, something that hinders us from cherishing every bliss, taking them for granted, only now having them in memories nobody could steal." His tone though monotonous, had the king pause for a brief moment, recollecting what he is to ask, for liken of a dull knife had his words pierced through yet by his exterior have he stood composed and undisturbed. "She is too sad to let her tears run and fall and too tired to sleep should tomorrow would only be the same torture."

"I came not if you are what could only please her. All I am to ask," his given tone of anxiety elevating from the irony his posture was, "for our goodbye , could she at least wake by my arms."

"A personification am I of Death and truly is it not of mine to resurrect her in full splendor. What I am capable of doing is to take the soul of those who are mortal-living, yet I may know who could let you talk with them, your Excellency."

"Asleep is she now, I presume?" Voice echoing throughout the cave of his hall as the lady afore him kneeled upon his presence, reckoning the regent title of his immortality.

"She is, father."

"That is most splendid, my deepest gratitude offered unto you."

Having the maiden return to the scene, seeing her flee, Hades was now confident of having himself doing of what he had done, a long time ago. How he should have kept her veiled from the beast this stranger is to them all. Liken of a wolf to the purest sheep she is. Never would he let it be done once more, to when he now have a chance of entering joy once more to her irreparable heart.

"I will keep you safe, Hera. Even if I am to upon against your King, Zeus."