"Let me tell you a story," she said, her voice dripping with mischief. "It's a tale of deceit, passion, and a certain queen who couldn't keep her hands to herself."
The room fell silent as Aniya began to weave her tale. She described a time when she left the feast to freshen up and stumbled upon Hera, the queen of the gods, in a compromising position with a random person.
"Looks like someone couldn't keep their hands to themselves," Aniya said with a smirk, dragging Hera out of the room.
Hera's face was flushed with embarrassment as Aniya led her through the halls of Tartarus. "Mind your own business, Aniya," Hera spat.
But Aniya just laughed. "Oh, Hera, you're always so much fun."
Aniya took Hera home and eight weeks later, Hera discovered she was pregnant. She lied to Zeus, the king of the gods, saying the child was his.
Aniya watched as Hera's child, Hephaestus, was born. She noticed his tan skin and dark brown hair, but no one else seemed to notice that Hephaestus was Mexican.
Aniya couldn't help but laugh at the situation. "Did no one think it was strange that the child of two Greek gods is Mexican?" she thought to herself.
As Hephaestus grew older, Aniya couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for the child she helped bring into the world. She may be the goddess of sins, but she has a soft spot for those who are misunderstood.
Aniya's story was interrupted by Hera, who cut her off mid-sentence. Zeus looked at Aniya with a raised eyebrow, urging her to continue.
Aniya smirked and continued her story, leaving out the part about Hephaestus' true parentage. "Let Hera have her secret," she thought. "It's more fun that way."
The feast continued, with Aniya's story at the center of attention. Aniya couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She may be the goddess of sins, but she knows how to throw a good party.
As the feast came to a close, Aniya stood up to leave. She looked around the room, taking in the chaos and laughter. "This is what it means to be alive," she thought.
Aniya made her way out of the hall, her laughter echoing through the halls of Tartarus. She may be the goddess of sins, but she knows how to have a good time.
As Aniya walked through the halls, she couldn't help but think about Hephaestus. She wondered what his future holds and if he will ever discover the truth about his parentage.
Aniya shook her head and smiled. "Only time will tell," she thought. "But for now, let the feast continue."
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