They were immortal -- perfect beings high above earth, ruling over the less fortunate weaklings, those she manipulated to love. She was the most beautiful goddes on mount olympus, the one men fought and waged wars for. In the end they’d all just lose themselves by the attempt of keeping her forever -- no one could, maybe one -- but everyone else was bound to fail, was just a chess piece on her board.
The goddess walked around her sunny home near the water, always standing in contact with her element. She’d been tired for the past two days, recovering from childbirth of her twins, Deimos and Phobos. Luckily for her most other gods were avoiding her, leaving her enough space to enjoy the time alone, to spend her days with her newborn twins underneath the sun, but high above every other peasant. Her hands softly touched Phobos’ belly which she started to rub just a little bit. They were both so beautiful, so identical and strong. She wondered if they’d ever find out about what both of them had done right after being born, but Aphrodite would probably keep it to herself. Other gods avoided the Ares&Aphrodite clan because they knew just too well which powers the twins possessed. Dread and fear slowly found its ways into the heart of other mortals underneath them, already manipulating them into much crueler wars, the most cruel Aphrodite had ever witnessed. Yet, after everything, after representing such negative traits and representing their father and much less their mother, she loved them with all her heart. Her beautiful, sweet boys ----
Aphrodite smiled down at them, watching them play with their hands, both watching her curiously. Did they already knew who she were? Would they remember her? Ares stood outside the building, watching yet another war in his armor, his feet spread and his muscular arms placed against his hips. They both started crying, almost as if they’d realized she wasn’t paying attention to them. Aphrodite giggled, knowing that she probably would’ve been the same as a baby, but luckily she was already born a full grown woman without a mother, but a very old father, Uranus. “Hush little ones. Mama’s here.” she started to sing a lullaby, slowly and gently rocking the cradle left to right. The twins were together in one single cradle because she knew separating them would’ve been a mistake. Her voice echoed through their home, which was made of a beautiful stone Hephaestus created for her. They’d enough space and not much furniture, which made the room look almost empty, resulting into an echo. The sweet melody calmed both of them down, leading to her giggling out of joy. The twins held hands, probably didn’t understood what just happened or why their mother laughed at all. “I love you, Phobos, Deimos.”
