How Does The Ending Of Counterattack Of The Vengeful Goddess Resolve?

Bright-eyed this morning, I dove into the crossword and the goddess-of-discord clue popped up like a little mythological wink. For a classic clue phrased that way, the common fill is ERIS — four letters, crisp and neat. I like the economy of it: three consonants and a vowel, easy to slot in if you already have a couple of crossings. If the pattern on your grid looks like R I S or E I S, that’s another nudge toward the same name. What I always enjoy about that entry is the little lore that comes with it. Eris is the Greek deity who tossed the golden apple that sparked the whole drama between the goddesses — a perfect bit of backstory to hum while you pencil in the letters. There's also the modern twist: a dwarf planet discovered in 2005 got the name 'Eris', and that astronomy tidbit sometimes sneaks into longer themed puzzles. If you're filling by hand, trust common crossings first but keep 'ERIS' in mind — it’s one of those crossword classics that appears often. I still get a kick seeing ancient myth and modern science share a four-letter slot in a daily grid; it makes finishing the puzzle feel like connecting tiny cultural dots, and I like that little bridge between eras.

Whenever a novel centers a character who reads like they're above the messy rules everyone else follows, I start ticking off telltale signs. The first thing that sets off my radar is narrative immunity — the book treats their choices as destiny rather than mistake. Scenes that would break other characters are shrugged off, and the prose often cushions their misdeeds with lyrical metaphors or divine imagery: light, altars, crowns, breathless epithets. That stylistic halo is a huge clue. Another thing I watch for is how the supporting cast is written. People around the 'goddess' become either worshipful reflections or flat obstacles whose emotions exist to service the central figure. If other characters' perspectives vanish or they function mainly as audience for monologues, the story is elevating the character into an untouchable center. I love godlike characters when the text interrogates their power, but when a novel never makes them pay a bill for their decisions, I get suspicious — it's a power fantasy dressed up as myth, and I can't help but critique it.

If you ever wander through a museum hall lined with marble fragments or get sucked into a retelling of heroics in an old epic, you'll bump into Athena pretty quickly. She's the Greek goddess who rules both wisdom and war — but not the chaotic, bloodthirsty kind. I've always thought of her as the calm strategist: the one who plans, teaches, and intervenes with cleverness rather than brute force. She’s the patron of Athens (the Parthenon is her name stamped in stone), the one who offered the olive tree in the contest with Poseidon, and the deity who sprang fully grown and armored from Zeus's head after he swallowed Metis. That birth story still gives me chills every time I read about it in 'The Iliad' or in later myth retellings. Her symbols are so vivid that you can spot her instantly — owl for wisdom, olive for peace and prosperity, the helmet and spear for warfare, and the aegis (that terrifying shield often bearing the Gorgoneion). I love how those symbols tell a whole personality: practical, protective, and a bit fierce when needed. Athena is also a patron of crafts and weaving — remember the Arachne myth? That thread of crafts ties her to everyday life, not just epic battlefields. She’s a virgin goddess too, often called Parthenos, which fed a lot of Roman and later European artistic portrayals; her Roman counterpart is Minerva. What makes her fascinating to me is the balance. In the same breath she’ll help Odysseus outwit monsters and then teach a city how to govern itself. She’s different from Ares, who embodies the raw chaos of war; Athena is the mindset and skill behind winning a war with the least unnecessary suffering — strategy, justice, and skill. Modern media keeps her alive — from strategy games like 'Age of Mythology' to novels that reimagine the old myths — and I always find myself rooting for her quiet intelligence over loud brawls. If you like clever heroines who solve problems with brains and grit, digging into Athena’s myths is deeply rewarding and oddly comforting.

I've been chewing over myth-meets-comics stuff for years, and Jane Foster's turn as a thunder-wielder always tickles that part of me. The short myth-sense of it is: Jane wasn't inspired by a Norse 'goddess of thunder' because, frankly, Norse myth doesn't really have a named goddess whose domain is thunder. Marvel's Jane Foster as Thor was inspired by the Norse god Thor — the thunder god — but Marvel reinvented the role by putting that power into Jane's hands. It's a gender-flip of the mantle more than a direct lift from a female deity. If you dig into the comics, Jason Aaron's run in 'The Mighty Thor' is the moment that crystalized Jane as Thor for modern readers. Aaron and co. leaned on the mythic imagery and Thor's iconography — Mjolnir, storms, the responsibilities of a thunder-god — and asked, what if the worthy one was a woman? The result feels both faithful to the thunder-god archetype and fresh because it explores worthiness, mortality, and identity through Jane's experiences. Also, while characters like Sif or Freyja might influence Marvel's female mythic palette, Jane's stormy identity really traces back to Thor himself, reimagined.

Worshiping the goddess of fortune is such a fascinating topic! I've always been drawn to rituals that blend tradition with personal flair. In my experience, setting up a small altar with items that symbolize luck—like coins, dice, or even a lucky charm from my favorite game—creates a meaningful space. Lighting candles or incense while focusing on gratitude seems to amplify the energy. I also love incorporating daily affirmations or small acts of generosity, as if paying it forward to attract good vibes. Sometimes, I dive into folklore for inspiration. In Japanese culture, throwing coins at shrines or wearing omamori charms feels like a direct nod to fortune. Meanwhile, Western traditions might involve knocking on wood or carrying a rabbit’s foot. Mixing these practices feels like a personal conversation with luck itself—like I’m crafting my own lucky language. The key, I think, is sincerity over superstition; it’s about the intention behind the gesture.

The first time I saw Jane Foster lift Mjolnir it hit me harder than I expected — not just because it was a cool visual, but because of everything piled behind that single moment. In Jason Aaron's run, the original Thor (Odinson) is revealed to be unworthy of the hammer, and Mjolnir ends up on Earth without anyone able to move it. Jane, who at that point is dealing with a brutal cancer diagnosis and all the indignities of chemotherapy, stumbles into the story and finds Mjolnir. To everyone’s shock, she picks it up. The hammer’s enchantment of worthiness simply chooses her: she becomes the new wielder, and the comics call her the Goddess (or Mighty) of Thunder. What I love is how the creative team layered the mechanics with real emotional stakes. Mjolnir transforms Jane into Thor and, while she’s in hammer-form, her wounds and illnesses are repaired — it’s literally healing magic. But there’s a tragic catch: the transformation also purges the chemotherapy from her system, so every time she becomes Thor she’s trading that temporary salvation for the progress of the disease when she reverts. That tension — heroic power that costs a personal price — made her tenure with the hammer one of the more heartbreaking and humane superhero arcs I’ve read. If you want to follow it, jump into 'Thor' and then 'The Mighty Thor' by Jason Aaron, with ties to the 'Original Sin' event and the follow-up 'The Unworthy Thor'. It’s superhero spectacle mixed with real human stakes, and Jane’s arc kept me tearing up on the bus more than once.

Storms feel like party invitations in some places — seriously. I’ve followed celebrations for thunder deities across different cultures and it’s wild how alive those rituals are today. In West Africa and the diaspora, the goddess who governs storms and change shows up in big, loud ceremonies. I once watched a Candomblé ritual in a documentary where the drumming pulsed like distant thunder; people offered food, cloth, and danced until someone was said to be ‘ridden’ by the deity. Those ceremonies are community-shaped: offerings, rhythmic music, and storytelling keep the goddess present in everyday life, and modern practitioners add contemporary songs or saint imagery to connect old myth with new worlds. In East Asia the frame is different but the energy’s similar. Shrines and gates with thunder motifs — like the famous Kaminarimon at Senso-ji — still draw crowds during festivals and storms, and people visit to pray for protection from lightning and for safe crops. Meanwhile in Europe and the Baltic region there’s been a revival of folk practices: seasonal festivals, reconstructed rites, and craft fairs that celebrate storm-myth motifs. Some evenings I’ve gone to tiny folk concerts where musicians rework old thunder chants into modern folk-rock anthems; you can feel a lineage linking a raw weather myth to today’s playlist. What fascinates me is how flexible the goddess figure becomes. In contemporary neopagan circles she’s often reclaimed as a symbol of feminine power — thanks in part to pop culture flips like the version of 'Thor' where thunder is held by a woman. People show up at parks or online altar-building meetups with candles, rainwater, handmade lightning charms, and playlists. It’s equal parts ritual, folk memory, and creative reinterpretation — and that blend keeps the thunder goddess loud and current in ways that feel both ancient and surprisingly modern to me.

Walking through a dim gallery the first time I saw a statue of an underworld goddess, I felt this odd mix of chill and comfort—like someone was naming the thing I felt whenever life shifted. In art, the goddess of the underworld often symbolizes thresholds: death and rebirth, the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. She's not just doom; she's the keeper of transitions, the one who holds secrets about what lies beneath surface appearances. Beyond transition, she embodies sovereignty over hidden realms. Whether depicted with keys, torches, pomegranates, or animals of the earth, she represents authority over cycles that people try to hide—grief, fertility, the unconscious. I see those motifs as artists' shorthand for power that’s rooted in darkness and soil rather than sunlight and crowns. Lately I catch modern artists reclaiming that figure as a force of feminine agency and radical change; it feels like watching a classic coat get restyled for a new season. If you like, try comparing an ancient sculpture with a contemporary painting of the same myth: the goddess’s role as mediator—between life and death, above and below—jumps out, and you start noticing how every culture reshapes that mediation to answer its own fears and hopes.