Valdemar: ¡Lo siento tanto, querida! Tenía una conocida a la que le decían Valorian, y como las tres primeras letras de vuestros nombres son las mismas, es posible que me haya confundido.

Je, de todas formas. Tendrás que esperar para que Saori vuelva a hablar, porque ahora le toca a "La gran Papa" justificarse a sí mismo.

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Duality: Through the Eyes of the Great:

He stared down at his own daughter, sleeping uncomfortably on her desk. She had fallen asleep, after a strong argument with her fiance. Of course, they wouldn't get along, it was obvious, and he had knew it all along.

But she was a wonderful actress, nonetheless. Maybe after that day's conference, the Saint would give up, but he doubted it greatly. After all, if he wasn't persistent, he wouldn't be a Saint at all. Besides, Gemini was a strong constellation, so, no matter how many blows they could have aimed at him, he would resist until he got what was, righteously, his'.

In this case, his daughter's heart.

Zeus sighed, and smiled contentedly. It would be interesting to see what would be his' and his comrade's next step, because, as he had expected, they didn't take this too good, either. They were too smart to believe she had decided it on her own, and they also knew that the only person who had any authority over their deity was, indeed, Him. They could not defy him directly, so they would apparently do it indirectly, conspiring.

They had reunited at a bar to talk about this whole issue. Even Marin and Shaina, Athena's best friends, had attended to the meeting, clearly deeply affected by the situation. It was moving, to say the least, but a God could not modify His plans because of humans.

She had gotten pregnant. She, herself, didn't know yet, and didn't even suspect it because of her constant stress, and because, well... They had been quite careful when in intimacy. However, it appeared that the child was meant to be. And, with faith, Zeus Himself could not fight against. Of course, He could provoke miscarriage but, this being His own Grandson, from his most loved daughter... How could he do such thing? The only alternative was making those two (Eros and Athena, that was) conceive as if it was theirs. Which would probably also drive the Saint away, just in time.

The God sighed tiredly.

Time.

The thing that meant so little to him meant so much for his daughter, and the Gods in Earth.

Time.

He had so little, now.

He needed to make them procreate, but neither of them would have agreed. Eros had arranged the feelings between Saga and Athena, and, getting between them, was not something he enjoyed... Too much. He had developed a great... How was what the humans called it...? Ah, yes, "crush" on Athenea, which she had, of course, noticed, and detested. Openly.

He knew the feelings about each other, between Saga and Saori were real, serene, and had evolved with time, from the most meaningless infatuation to love. Because, even if Zeus wasn't too pleased with the idea of his daughter loving a mortal, or anyone for that matter, he had to admit it was real.

Him not being a God, was a true tragedy. But the well known incarnation of Athena could not simply lose her virginity and run off with an human, leaving her responsibilities to be a housewife in a foreign, barely known country. The mere idea was... ridiculous. She was far too strong, too perfect for that destiny, that lacked of the glory she deserved, the glory he had prepared for her. The triumph of her beauty and wisdom. She was the one that would lead the world to a new dawn of peace and respect; where all the nations could be one once again. The world that could stop being an utopia, only existing in the imagination of idealistic men and women, dreaming for a better place.

It could all be done, by her. She could do it, thanks to her Foundation, and her intelligence, culture and kindness.

Why did you do this to yourself, my dearest daughter? You could have kept loving him in silence, sharing the only kind of intimacy you find in the soul; the deepest one, for that matter. You could have bought his freedom, if only you could keep yourself in a safe distance; I would have given it to both you and him. Why? You were not supposed to burn in the flame of desire and love. The human kind of love. Ah, Athenea, my beautiful daughter. It is a pity. Such a pity. A shame, from you, specially.

Ah, how it pained Him to hear her crying every night, over her paperwork, until falling asleep miserably, alone, only consoled by her dreams. She thought there had to be a way out, she hoped, she almost begged for it.

But, oh, every time it was time to wake up, she had a feeling in her heart, a void that could not be filled by anything but him.

And both, Eros and Him, died a little bit more inside, but moved on with their lives.

The child had to be born. And Eros had to be considered it's father, no matter what. And that was about it, for to Him, it didn't matter if the Saints tried anything or not. Fate could be not be stopped... But maybe modified.

Let's see what you're capable to do for love, Saint of Gemini. – Zeus thought, somewhat amused- Let's see how far you can go to get to know your child, and get your woman back before she decides it is not worth to be alive anymore. She's had ended her life before... And I have no doubt that if you let desperation settle in again, she'll do it again.

Somewhere in the world, a child shrieked in his sleep.