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Glass Over Diamond Skies	By : SinfulVirtue Category: +S to Z > Shugo Chara Views: 1789 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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he queen deity swiftly surged upon her feet, golden eyes flickering with conflict as a smile pressed onto her glossy lips. In a flurry of motion, her pristinely done hand grappled her cloak of immaculate white to lift it up as her knees bowed beneath her weight. The tendrils of rose fell gloriously from beneath her crown as her neck canted to the side in a sign of respect. It was a docile attempt of reverence but it was admiration that the queen surely did not feel.

The court became silenced as the gods aroused from their lingering stances upon their white-gold thrones planted along the chart. The impregnated silence was breached by swift, sounding footfalls.

Her eyes lifted, bashfully hiding beneath her long lashes as her king approached her with a stoic expression. Oh how it would've been so easy, she mused as the two reunited before the other. Her delicate hand fell into his as he lifted it to place a kiss that surely mocked her pride and lead her to their thrones together. It would've been so easy, Hera thought as she stared upon her king with her fingers aching. Her fingers could easily overlap onto his throat and sink in with a mere thought of her nails sharpening and it becoming so. Her very will granted her that pleasure, however she thought glumly as she shifted her head away to peer upon her other fellow gods.

"Now then," the god of lightening announced, "let our meeting begin."

It would've been so easy, wouldn't it?

Once the reunion of gods was released, it was then Hera swiftly abandoned her claimed throne in a flurry robes when Zeus paused her quickly ascending stride. "Hera," he announced. As much as she wished she could pretend not to hear it, they both knew all heard the boom of his voice and when Zeus spoke, you had better listen. Her feet stilled as she slanted her head toward him, briefing him only with a glimpse of her face's side. Her cherry hair had done its best to protection her visage from his scarlet sight.

Unlike usual, where he drew out his agonizing wait, he lumbered out of his seat and strode to his beloved queen. With his large hand wrapping itself over her hip, the king drew his queen close and leant down to brush those disgustingly perfect lips against the marble shell of her ear.

"You will bathe, won't you?"

Hera froze within his arms, eyes widening as the others left soundlessly, not sparing their ruling leaders a single glance though some had lingered. "Of course I will, my king." She grounded out, knowing how Zeus was fickle, even with his own spoils.

"Delightful, I expect to see you within our realm tonight as well." With that, he swept away from her and strutted out; reminding the teeth-grounding queen much like a peacock who was now gallantly flustering its feathers out.

"Hera," announced a voice.

The poor soul had picked the completely wrong day.

The empress whipped about, fingers spreading to their full limit as she clashed her hand outward in a form of anger. Surging from her open palm was an energy blast that would diminish most of anything less than godly stature. It was only then that Hera had realized what she had done and froze with her breath catching within her throat. The blast was deflected by a shield rising up; gifting Hera with relief. She hadn't killed another being, good but surely the person in mind might have been upset.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry if I had bothered you!"

Artemis, Hera realized and relaxed, stood before her with her arms thrown over her head for the shield to remain in case the queen had decided to continue being enraged.

"No, not at all. It's fine. Excuse my behavior," Hera's voice dropped considerably softer as she glanced to the door at her husband's retreating back. "I really must be on my way to the springs and bath myself."

At her words, a light flickered between Artemis' cherry eyes and a wide grin crossed the athletic goddess' face. "Allow me to accompany you, my queen." Although Hera would love nothing more for such a thing, she panicked inwardly. No one was allowed to know of what Zeus and herself did. "No, that will not be necessary." At the crestfallen look of the huntress goddess, Hera cleared her throat and closed her eyes. "We will do something else together when I have finished." This placated the once pouting goddess into grinning once more. "Of course, my queen. Enjoy your bath."

Hera did not need to look once again to see if the deity of hunt and childbirth had left to make sure she did. Her answer was enough for her and Hera was grateful. Digits lifted to brush along the soft fabric of her translucent shawl that granted her godly abilities. The fabric seemingly came to life, its arms writhing and swarming over her shoulders. It seemingly wrapped around her, caressing her granite skin while expanding on its own.

In a flash, the goddess was enveloped in shimmering white and vanished from the realm of the gods. When she emerged, her ethereal eyes had opened to the sight of her hidden springs. Her feet which were otherwise bare wore golden woven fabric to protect her skin from being graced with the filth of mankind. Her feet guided her to the mouth of her beloved spring.

The spring sat, its earthly gums rooted with stones to enforce the god-worthy water to remain in place or risk being influenced with other bodies of lesser placed water. Trees bowed, marveled by her presence with limbs reaching low and their droopy masses of leaves extending even further. They offered a surreal feeling and gifted her protection from the other world. No mortal could afford to climb this high. They hadn't the patience for it. Nonetheless, it did not take away the magical properties that this spring offered.

Footstep by footstep, Hera disrobed herself. Her hands peeled away layers of her splendid negligee. Before long, the deity was within the spring, eyes closed as her head fell back along the rocky teeth. A pleasant sigh came forth as her hands lingered in the water that soaked away the blood marring her otherwise flawless skin and restored what was precious to her; her virginity.

Relaxed by the water, Hera allowed her thoughts to commence and break past the barrier she had created. By this point of time, the daughter of Rhea and Cronus knew that her brotherly husband was off to seduce other women into bearing his children.

While Hera did not love her husband, she was faithful to him completely and resented the fact she would not be given the same treatment but knew than to proclaim otherwise. It had been this way for far too long to be changed. All of the gods had known the loveless marriage between Hera and Zeus was finally beginning to crumble the queen and she was desperate for the king to leave the throne. There was no reason why Hera should but at the same time, she did not want to.

Her hand lifted, dripping with water before it fell upon her face and she sighed deeply. If Zeus was overthrown, there would come to be a gory battle over the throne and Hera was certainly not the strongest goddess. She was a goddess of marriage, not war. She was certainly mother in hindsight but not even the bonds of parenthood could stop the greedy hands of the throne and while Hera did not like her husband, at least she was able to dictate most of the actions that went on.

"Save for him," she groaned. Her shoulders allowed to spread the goddess across the rocky embedding as her golden eyes opened to peer up at the clear sky that seemed to mock her. "Go screw yourself." She grumbled, one hand lifting to flick her index across the small clearing between the trees.

As her powers commanded, Ices had dashed across the sky with a ripping roar. It was shortly afterward that storm clouds rolled in and offered a glooming atmosphere for the dragoness' mistress. As her hand fell once more, plummeting through the water to caused uproar in protest, Hera tilted her head with her eyes coming to a close.

He surely wasn't worth it, the agonizing thought of knowing she shared her bed with a whore. No, she corrected that thought, the king of whores. He freely spread his semen to all who wanted it and she, his beloved queen, was expected to be as pristine as a virgin, faithful to only him.

"No, no, no. I mustn't think that." The words were seemingly wheezed out of her rapid falling chest as her eyes clenched tightly. That was the same line of thought that had come to develop her poor son, Hephaestus.

The poor malformed god, she thought as liquid pain filled her ethereal sight. It was her thought of trying to spite Zeus that had backfired and caused Aphrodite's distaste for her. It was clear who Aphrodite preferred and it was her fault that, that mess had been created.

Eventually in her web of thought, Hera had come to realize she had been in the springs far too long and it was high time she had left. Her hands reached up, grabbing onto the rocky formation to haul her gorgeous body out of the liquid that granted her momentary release from her godly stress. Now it was time to return to them. Fluttering her hand over herself, she became cleansed in a soft whistling of wind and flashed her clothing in place.

It was then that the woman had frozen and frowned at herself. Something was missing. She tried to flash back to Olympus when she realized the most important thing had been missing.

She whipped about, eyes wide as her godly vision did not fail her.

Her shawl that had been slumbering comfortably along the bending branch was gone as the branch swayed; suggesting the poor being who stole it had stolen it soon. Not even the realms of Hades would suffice to the punishment Hera had developed in her mind for the pathetic fool who had dared to steal from the queen holy being.

With her anger, Hera realized the frightening truth.

Without her shawl, she was stuck here, on Earth.
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Glass Over Diamond Skies