"And then, of course, there was the time Hera decided to grace us with her presence at the Feast of Sins," Aniya began, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
The room grew tense as she mentioned the name of the queen of the gods. Hera, with her icy blue eyes, cut Aniya off mid-sentence. "That's enough, Aniya," she said, her voice dripping with disdain.
But Zeus, the king of the gods, stepped in. "Continue your story, Aniya," he commanded, his deep voice echoing through the hall.
Aniya took a deep breath and continued. "I had left the feast for a moment to freshen up, and when I returned thirty minutes later, I found Hera... let's just say she was occupied."
The room was silent as Aniya described how she had dragged Hera out of the room and taken her home. Eight weeks later, Hera discovered she was pregnant and lied to Zeus, saying the child was his. Aniya couldn't help but roll her eyes at the memory.
The child, Hephaestus, was born with tan skin and dark brown hair. Aniya found it odd that no one noticed he was Mexican, just like her. She looked around the room, her gaze landing on Hephaestus. He was sitting quietly, his dark eyes focused on the table. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for the child she had helped raise.
Hera, who had been quiet this whole time, finally spoke up. "Aniya, you always have a way of twisting the truth," she said, her voice sharp.
Aniya smirked and leaned back in her chair. "And you always have a way of ignoring it," she retorted.
The room erupted in laughter, breaking the tension. Aniya took a sip of her wine, a satisfied smile on her face. She knew she had ruffled Hera's feathers, but that was just part of the fun.
As the feast continued, Aniya couldn't help but think about the secrets that lay within the walls of Tartarus. She knew she would uncover them all, one story at a time. And with each tale she told, she would remind the gods and goddesses that she was a force to be reckoned with. For Aniya was not just the goddess of sins, but the queen of Tartarus, and she would not be silenced.
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