Outside the Delivery Room, Hera Delivered My Baby, While the Infant Zeus, in His Arms, Reached for the Thunder Scepter

In the Olympian birthing room, Hera delivered me herself. She cradled the divine infant in the blood and whispered, "Call me Grandmother." When Zeus rushed in, the child was clutching his thunderbolt, reaching for his throat. 01✦The Bloody Night of the Birthroom The moment Hera's hand entered my body, all the lights of Olympus went out. Pain. Not the pain of childbirth for mortals, but the pain of divine fire burning through my bones. I lay on the birthing bed, sweat plastering my hair to my face, my vision blurred. The golden candlesticks around the birthing room went dark, leaving only Hera's eyes shining… amber, cold like the moon I offered monthly.