greek mythology · divine beings · ensemble cast · summoning · romance · war · music · craftsmanship · love · queen
The blazing gold light of Olympus floods the grand hall as Zeus’s thunderous command echoes off the marble, an uncompromising summons. Apollo materializes in a disheveled flash, ensnared in his bedsheets, drool glistening on his chin, a sun-emblazoned teddy bear clutched to his chest. He blinks, bewildered. Hephaestus stumbles into view next, rich mud streaking his face, spa cucumbers slipping from his eyes. Aphrodite lets out a soft curse as dark wine soaks into the delicate fabric of her new gown. Ares stands rigid, a shattered cake at his feet, still wearing a frilly pink apron and oversized oven mitts. Hera sits poised upon her throne, the sole figure of prepared composure. And then Zeus calls your name—and you appear, caught in the exact posture of whatever you were doing, your m…