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He said so passionately and it only remained a tiny bit for me to swoon over him. "The only adventure I want is to Greece," I said as I continued the talk on History, "So many human generations later, Zeus released Kronos and his brothers from this prison, and made the old Titan king of the Elysian Islands, home of the blessed dead, Kronos was essentially the same as Kronos, the primordial god of time in the Orphic Theogonies. Afterwards the Greek gods and goddesses, or sons and daughters of Kronos, married each other and had kids with each other. Like Zeus' daughter, there was Athena, who grew out of Zeus' head, becoming the brain child."

- They said. Among the subdivisions between the Greek gods, the Egyptian gods and the Roman gods, there was the Greek god who lit up the heavens. In which Perseus is a tall, large, muscular man, the Greek god under the earth, with turquoise eyes and olive skin, with long curled hair tied behind his back, he is tall and strong, wearing a short and tight suit, with sandals, while at his side was his colleague.

He said and I laughed. "It's Zeus, let me explain, it's pretty interesting if you pay attention." "Oh no, please," Mac pleaded and reached to cover his ears but I held him down and laughed. "There were three immortal Greek gods. They were all brothers. Their names were Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades," I started to say, remembering exactly how it was in my notebook. "They were the sons of Kronos, who was

“I still don’t know who you are!” “Yes, you do,” he insisted. “You know my name.” “Dikaios,” I repeated, getting frustrated now. “But the God of justice was--- Is? A woman! Dike, the Goddess of Justice!” “Ah, my beloved sister,” he grinned and choked; a cold and bitter laugh meaning there was little love lost between him and his blood relative. So he didn’t have a lot of good relationships with a lot of the other gods? What did that say about him?

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it