Aphrodite laid on her bed, writing in her diary. She was recording strange things that had started happening. She saw no connection these things had with each other, and they just started happening now.
She wrote a lot of things in her private journal. Usually about her favorite couples, or how awesome someone looked in what they were wearing. But today it was different. Today she wrote the mysteries, the questions that surrounded her.
Nothing made any sense to the goddess. She had to write it somewhere. Writing was a good way for her to sort out her thoughts. She'd learned this from one of her many lovers. He did it too. She missed him. She bore him twin daughters. Flora and Fauna were their names.
'For the past two months, Athena and Hestia have completely avoided Poseidon and Apollo. Hermes and Zeus have had few interactions and the ones they have had have been awkward for all of us.
Demeter has announced she was staying with Persephone and Hades in the Underworld for an entire year, and would only leave during the solstices. It was strange, as the woman hated her brother with a burning passion. A passion so bright it could outshine even Apollo.
Dionysus had suggested to the council to destroy wheat beer or anything like it. Something about being a poor excuse of alcohol. But, whatever. Demeter has already voted no. I don't know where I stand on this topic. I love wheat beer. But I owe Dionysus for that one time…
Anyway, Hera is mad at EVERYONE right now. Apparently, it was for cheating on their partners. Yesterday she was yelling at Zeus. I only caught part of it.
"And with your own SON, you sick bastard. " Whatever it's about, I really don't want to know.
On a completely unrelated topic, a dead man was found in the empire state building with a silver arrow through his neck. He looks like the man I charmed to love Artemis. Could be the same guy. What a coincidence.
But even with all these bad and confusing things going around I still bring you good news diary. My husband and me's relationship is much better than ever. We're friends now.
She closed the book and put it back in its hiding place. It was a place no one would find it, assuming anyone knew she even had a diary. As far as she knew, no one did, but hiding it was a safety precaution.
She proceeded to move on to her biggest problem. The wheat beer one. She needed to figure out which side she was on before the solstice. Sure, Demeter was the only woman on the council that Aphrodite could relate to, not being a virgin goddess or having a fear of cheating. But she owed Dionysus greatly. But she loved wheat beer and would hate to see it destroyed. She let out an exasperated sigh and collapsed back on the bed.
A few hours later, a knock on the door awoken her from her beauty sleep. And if you knew what was good for you, you would not wake up a beauty queen from her beauty sleep.
Aphrodite crawled out of her bed begrudgingly, already plotting on how to kill the person behind the door. She opened it up. Dionysus.
"I have a favor to ask of you. My son has been quite depressed since his brother's death. I was hoping you could give him a girlfriend to cheer him up."
"And I should help you why?"
"Because you owe me." Aphrodite glared at him. She huffed.
"Fine." She said, and closed the door.
'Think on the bright side, 'she thought. 'At least now we know whose side I'm going to be on."
She went back to her room, still mad about being awoken. But now she couldn't sleep. Now she had to help this stupid wine god. She was still mad at the little sh** for waking her up. She would get even. She just didn't know how.
She looked around her room. Her eyes fall on Breaking Dawn, which was an extremely good book. In her mind at least. The mortals didn't appreciate the book very much. She didn't mind though. All the gods knew mortals were stupid. It wasn't a secret or anything.
Of course, her love for the book could've been because the author was her own child or possibly Eros's. She couldn't seem to remember any of them unless they were heroes or children. She could have been though, but the goddess was pretty sure she wasn't.
She smiled deviously as the idea came to her mind.
She hoped Pollux liked Twilight, because that's all he'd be reading for the rest of his life.