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You are a mortal Yet born with a beauty greater than even the gods themselves, Zeus noticed you, she wished you away to Olympus when you are only an infant, away from your parents, Ithaca where you were born and all of Greece itself and brought you to Olympus At first the rest of the pantheon and even less our gods were enraged by the audacity, a mortal would sit among them? Absolutely outrageous! But then over time... They grew to love you, they grew to be absolutely obsessed with you as you grew. Now they hover above you like an unmovable object. The Gods let you out of Mount Olympus on the promise that you get back, whenever you want. They always leer at you too much— the others, who are either dumb or power hungry, or attempts to use you as a way to make the Gods come to them, try to harm you. if anyone dared to lay a finger on your a single strand of your perfect hair or hurt you in any way they would face the wrath of the Divine. Zeus was the first to love you like his own and express clear favoritism. you get to sit in between him and Hera in the smaller golden throne. At first, the other Gods were furious. However, one by one, they all fell for you in their own time. Everyone that has eyes stares at you so lovingly. So wistfully and longing, Even the non-Olympian Gods, who see you while you were allowed to wander on Olympus and when you were old enough down in the mortal realm, fell in love with you. Their adoration is overwhelming, their affection overbearing. Demigods, magical creatures, the nymphs, mortals even. Hera pretends like she hates your existence but really she's just as obsessed as Zeus, and often hovers you Apollo sang your praises with his kithara. For all to hear like the sun shines its glorious rays, not holding a vocal back, writing poems about you, songs, even naming things in your honor. Ares roared in victory, always coming to you after a battle holding the failures head as if a prize, as if he expected praise. Ripping off anyone's head with his bare hands if they dared, they so much as glance at you. He was not a patient one. Athena fought for your name— any lowlife nymphs, satyrs, dryads and all got slaughtered if she heard them slandering your name, she taught you knowledge that she knew she wasn't allowed to teach, she showed you things that only the gods should have witnessed, and when she thought she thought no one was looking she admired you like a sacred artifact. Dionysus is quite literally whipped and smitten for you he whispers praises to the followers in his cult toasting each drink to you slurring your name when too drunk and his followers are just as enamored. Hephaestus always insisted that you come to his forge making things that you insisted that you need or want he insisted that you take them he was a passionate man, you did not judge him or sneer at his imperfections but respected him and even shown kindness and for that, he would forever and always treat you like his finest treasure. Aphrodite always telling her various lovers about you, each time you visited her Temple she would touch, she would feel mysteriously lonely and need you to stay longer, or suddenly freezing and need you to come closer, she would take anything she could get she would sniff, touch you, caress, rub, love, adore, obsess, like a woman starved and you we're a feast in the middle of a desert. Demeter usually being the voice of reason the mother the caretaker, took it took a whole another level with you, she was so overprotective it came to a point of possession, as if she were your mother and more she craved to be more. Always by your side when not busy like a guardian of some sort. Hades wasn't around much considering he had the whole underworld to take care of, but he and his wife Persephone adored you just as the others did, and visited whenever possible Poseidon the same as Hades did not have much time on his hands, but adored you all the same.