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Milla Jovovich for Marella

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Ilithyia was staring at her father with confusion. Why wasn't he picking her up or taking her with him? She crosses her arms over her chest and made and hmph sound as Hera looked over at her and raised a brow. "Sweetheart..." She said lightly . "I am pretty sure the man has something else to do other then hold little girls. "She told her with a soft smile. Her eyes averted toward the man as she looked him. She tilt her head to the side and raised a brow. "I am sorry...But have we met?" She asked the gentleman as she put her little girl down.

Hera would have these weird dreams at night her fiance would tell her it was only dreams nothing to worry about but the man she was standing in front of seem to be the man from her dreams or one of the men. She smiles as she looks down at Ilithyia . She shook her head as she smiles. "I probably bump into you somewhere or something." She chuckles. "Seems like Ilithyia, is very fond of you normally she isn't towards a lot of people." She said lightly. "When she was born we had this lady that was always around she ended up and leaving couple of months ago." She said lightly. She shook her head. She was talking to this man as if she knew him.

Ilithyia looks over at her parents and bit her lower lip. She wasn't stupid she knew they belong together. She smiles as she then went back to building her sand castle. The girl finally pushed some of the sand aside to make a new one. She looked at her mother . She loved her other father too. He took good care of her and that would always be her father but something about him was off. It didn't frighten her nor did she think he was frightening.

She looks at her father and stood up and walks over to them both and grabs his hand and her mother's and put them together. She looked up at them and with a small smile she looked over at her father. Hera looked down at her hand in his as she looks up at the male and pulls away. "I am sorry once more..."She said as she picked up her daughter. "I think it's time to go home sweetie." She said lightly. But Ilithyia started to cry and scream. Hera never seen her act like this as she looked over at the other. "Okay okay...would you like it if the man would accompy us for lunch?!" she asked and looked at the male. "I honestly don't mind please say yes. It will make her be quiet.." She said lightly.

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  When it had happened Zeus could not believe that Hera was killed. Of all people to kill her, as well, he was even more shocked that it had been the countess. Hearing what transpired that night after his own life slipped from his fingers was literally almost enough to confuse him. Zeus was quick to make sense out of it. Granted he hadn’t looked at Elizabeth any differently but a part of him was in a hurry to get Hera back into her rightful place. Word had spread quickly starting with Hades that the souls had been set free. Damn near every last one of them was scattered across the planet. That was surely an unfortunate thing, and even not a good thing, but that had given Zeus the opportunity to look for Hera. Against his luck at the time it had been in the body of a woman. Such feat into helping your wife, your sister, remember who she was as a woman when last you were a man was both frustrating and difficult. It was all achieved with no avail. Zeus had been watching from a distance. The woman he had pushed away for so long, disregarded, and played as if to hate and loathe, bathed in the sun with a mirror image of herself only a few years young. When he first saw Ilithyia panic had struck within the god. He had believed Hera to have bedded another man to birth the child but yet more time spent with the toddler and he witnessed similarities. The blond hair. Nose, mouth, ears. She had her mother’s eyes. She looked more and more like him each moment he spent with Ilithyia behind Hera’s back. He had another daughter. Twenty first century. Another chance. His last chance. Zeus looked at Ilithyia when she had approached him. He knelt to her level becoming eye level with the mirror image of himself. Athena’s wisdom, Persephone’s innocence, and a beauty he was sure would make Aphrodite proud. He looked to the sand castle she pointed at only to turn back to her with a smile. “Your architectural skills would make Hestia proud, Illia.” he commented, nodding slightly.

He looked up as Hera had approached. Zeus stood up slowly to nearly come face to face with Hera. “It’s no problem, at all.” he answered lightly while maintaining a bit of the smile he shared with Ilithyia. Eyes fell to the little girl who was trying to reach out for him. She was trying to get him to pick her up. Reluctantly he ignored his daughter’s request and looked to Hera.

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It had been three years since the day Hear had passed away and no one had seen her. The new Queen of the gods stayed with Zeus and their twins. What no one knew about Hera though was that she was indeed with a new child, this child was the daughter of Zeus. She was killed by Elizabeth Bathory who was trying to protect her kids and Hera was refusing the birth. She wanted Elizabeth dead along with those children.

However She was killed by the snap of the countess's fingers. It had been three years since then and the souls were released. Reborn again and had no memory at all. Hera lived with a man she thought was her Fiance and the father to her little girl Althea. Just three years old the blonde haired blue eyed beauty was playing in the sand box While Hera was going under the name Juno. "Thea,be careful sweet heart ...daddy bought you that dress we don't want him getting upset it's dirty." She smiles. The little blond looked over to the side and only to ignore her mother and continue to play.

The little girl stood up though, and ran off towards a man standing by a tree. She looked up at him and then pointed at the sand castle that she made. Or attempt to make. She smiles up at him.

Hera turned her head and looked over to see that her daughter was gone. She already began to panic as she walked over towards the sand box and then around the other area's She saw her daughter over towards a tree where she saw her little girl holding a man's hand and pointing to the san box. Hera could not see his face.

She moved around and got a better look at him. Her eyes widen when she felt like she had seen this man before. "Aletha! " She yelled for her daughters name and walked over on towards them. She sighs as she picks her up and frowns at the man. "I am sorry she only does this to certain people." Hera smiles and looks at Althea trying to reach out for him.

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Hera looked at him with only a soft smile and she leans into her hip as she watched him. He of all them was someone who was first before all. She chuckles as she lightly kept her fingers around the glass. "...Ah." She lightly said. "but of course you been here longer then i have Mephisto." she stated. "There for you seeking knowledge makes me wonder if you're seeking it from me my dear? When you should have it already." She said.

She turned to face the table and only to turn her head and look over towards him. "Tell me my dear. " She said lightly. "Would you like some wine?" She asked. "Although i promise you i am not like other women and will throw themselves at a delicious and handsome man like you..." She stated. Flirting? Maybe but no harm in that. Hera had been loyal and faithful and she was rather amused by Mephisto's appearance. However the thought of other women being around home while she was gone made her skin crawl. "Looks like i am gonna disinfect this place." she looks around. "Do you love Art Mephisto?" She asked him.

 Boundaries. Mephisto found it funny that she would say that. He made his way over to her. Frame leaning against the table in which she fetched the wine bottle from and poured her a glass. His head canted vaguely to the side as obsidian tints watched her take the first sip. “I know you Grecians don’t.” he clarified from his perspective.

  “I’ve tempted the lot of you into your ways. Those I could not tempt into sexual desires, I did so by means of anger, revenge, and wrath. You, my dear, one of those. The faithful, self proclaimed goddess of marriage. Most Christians, Catholics, etcetera etcetera , believe marriage if forever.”

  “You would know all about that, wouldn’t you? I’m sure you live by the saying marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.”  Mephisto shifted in his place. Arms crossed over his chest all the while a smug smile claimed his lips. “I’m already loved and hated. Just as I have those who hate me and refuse to succumb to me, I have a fair share of those who praise me. Equally offering sacrifices to me in the forms of animals and even delicious, virgin mortals. As for what I seek? I seek many things, Hera. At this current moment, however, just knowledge.”  He was studying the Greeks. This time up close instead of from afar.

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It had been ages sense she had seen any of her children alive and a part of her wanted to have another with Zeus but the where abouts seriously frighten her if he would even be around for their child. The only remaking kids she had alive was the bastard child Jolene and her son Ares. Her girls were killed by her fathers rage and watching her own daughter die by his hand made her bitter towards women who were expecting. But she could never take her anger out on those who were expecting their own .

Hera was constantly getting messages from a little girl. She was the daughter of Elizabeth Bathory . She looked at the messages and constantly did not know how to return the favor back. Why now were people praying to her? Maybe it was time to not be afraid anymore. Her husband seem to try to blend in with the mortals while Hera would sit along the side lines just watching. He had be faith ful for the time being but it was something she felt within her body that something was gonna change that.

"She is calling for you again Hera."Hermes told her.

Hera watched the girl asleep and smiles as she turns her had and looks over at the messenger. "Indeed she is. Doesn't she look like beauty while sleeping?"Hera appeared there while she slept but Hermes smiles only to back off. Hera walks over on towards the edge of the little girls bed. She lightly tilt her head to the side. She knew the girl could not speak and hear. So she smiles as she moved her fingers almost like wave and made teddy bear appear and sat it by her. She then lightly tapped on the girls side and left the teddy bear there but sitting by her side.

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Regan learned how to write and read properly at the young, supremely naive age of three. Born without the gift to hear pushed her that much harder to listen to her father and her brother; Cain having learned it all just a little faster so he could eagerly teach his baby twin. Letters were the highlight of her time after school. When other children her age were outside playing, Regan was either praying to or writing to a goddess that she felt closest to simply by the scripture she read in a set of old books her father had stored away. At first the letters received no reply until every so often, Regan would wake up to a bottle with a message inside along with a lily.  It seemed prayer never worked. The old book promised gods and goddesses answered to prayers of those that followed her. Was she not good enough for Hera or was Regan asking for too much: her hearing and a mother’s touch? Years of letters and replies and not once had Regan witnessed the female for her true beauty beyond the depictions in the old book. One last time before bed after being tucked in by her father. Regan thought of Hera.

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"I guess I'm to sit here and see how all this ends?" she places a hand on her stomach as she lounges on the sofa. Hera runs her fingers through her hair and lightly sighs before looking over at the time.

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I-D Magazine Feb 1996 - Milla Jovovich by Mario Sorrenti

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Hera raised a brow and tilt her head with a slight amusement. She chuckles as she watches him kiss her hand. My even for the devil he was rather charming and well gentleman like, But Hera was not stupid. The goddes slowly pulled her hand away and walks over on towards a wine bottle and poured her self a glass of wine. She smiles. "Brother,Cousin,Father...Whatever you want to look at it my dear." She tips her glass lightly before bringing it to her own lips and taking a sip. "We're Greek we have no boundries..." She said. It was true. "As for the men if it has breast and beautiful body and that precious flower of theirs. They can not keep their hands to themselfs." She said. "As for the women. If they are..." She smirks and looks at him. "Gorgeous , breath taking and have a rather nice...hmmm" She humms the rest as she brought rim of the glass to her lips and taking a sip.

"it all works out for the better." She said as she rolls her eyes. "...But to answer your question I love Husband more." She said lightly as she brushed her own fingers over her own lips. "Although i have a feeling Mephisto that you'll be the one where people are gonna love to hate as well. " He said lightly. "You must be seeking something though." she said looking at him.

  Mephisto placed a light kiss upon the back of her hand. “As I’ve heard some about you and I can safely say the legends do not do such a gorgeous woman any justice. What a shame such a beauty has to waste away under the confines of her husband. I’m sorry, her brother.” It was a taunt. Mephisto was already testing the boundaries of the self proclaimed goddess. A serpent’s smile played across his ashen visage as he straightened, lowering his hand from hers. His hands gestured outward attempting to show every inch of himself. “In the flesh. The devil himself. Though I don’t particularly like the word devil. It scares mortals away from the finer tastes in life and drives them to something that dangles their wants before their faces calling it all a sin. I prefer the terms philanthropist or visionary.”

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Hera looked over at the king of hell and smirks as she looks away and move's her hand over and grasp a hold of his . She tilt her head to the side. "...Hm. Well I have heard such things of you." she said lightly. "You're older then me, my brothers and other things." She smiles devilishly . "I guess i wanted to see the devil in the flesh." She normally would never take another man's hand but considering she was feeling nice today why not? It wasn't like she was taking her clothes off right in front of him and sorry for being blunt but seriously jumping on his lap.

  “And let you Greeks have all the fun? Come now, Hera. Your kind are my favorite play things.” He mused benevolently. It was impossible to hide the equally amiable smile at the corners of his mouth. A hand outstretched for the so called queen hoping that she would take it.                              ”To what do I owe this pleasure?”

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                           "..Hmm. The devil himself." She said with a purr. "Starting to wonder when you and the others start popping in." She said. She was talking about how humanity was coming close to destruction thanks to Cronus.

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