Novel & Cerita Dionysus Greek Mythology

He grated, his annoyance blossoming. “But you do.” another god countered. “you're Zeus after all.” Dionysus cleared his throat, “It's about Hades.” Everyone present in the room let out a terrified gasp. Father hated that name and even on mount Olympus they knew of his profound hatred for his brother. I wondered who was going to stop him if he suddenly flew off the handle in anger now that Poseidon had his hands full and wasn't present. I studied Zeus, watch him struggle to hone some ounce of control. Gritting his teeth he spoke, avoiding Hade's name like mentioning it stung.

"Well, Dion is a shortcut for Dionysus, right? And Dionysus is the Greek God of wine." "How odd. You seem close when you two first met, and you were so happy when he treated you on the mall, right?" He shrugs, "That's because you were just starting back then. Now, you are boyfriend and girlfriend, and that's a different thing to discuss. Perhaps when I talk to him and I am assured that he won't hurt you, I'll be back with my amazing and awesome perspective of him." "Oh, boy. I've told you already, he won't hurt me. Well, not for a purpose."

Her father led Athena to the altar, and she stood next to him. “Take care of her boy. You know who I am. If you dare hurt her. I will have your head,” Damien warned Azazel, and the man nodded. “Yes. Sir,” he agreed like a little boy. Cleon stood next to her dad. “Don’t you dare hurt my, Theia,” he glared at the man, and Azazel inched closer to Cleon.