One month had passed since the Kingdom of Rus had fallen into Olympus’s hands. Since the day that kingdom fell, a man had arrived to meet with Anat, but when they made him wait and wait, his frustration began to grow. Anat never made anyone wait.
After several days, he was sent to the main vestibule to take a number. After twenty days, he was finally number one.
The man was seated at one of the little tables Astarté had placed there. It was contrasting to see the ceiling imitating a beautiful blue sky, while the only window in Lel clearly showed the eternal darkness outside the castle, where a crescent moon illuminated the surroundings.
Although the garden was immense, there was another woman sitting at a nearby table, close to where the man rested, while drinking a glass of wine. The woman looked at him with eyes full of hatred. The man thought that if she had such a problem with him, why did she not simply go somewhere else?
This man was tall, about one meter ninety in height. His hair was brown and curly, moderately long. He also had a thick, well-trimmed beard. His eyes were black, and his skin was tan. He wore a simple white tunic with sandals. Judging by his age, he seemed to be approximately forty or fifty years old.
The woman, on the other hand, had hair as dark as night, also curly and quite messy. Her black eyes were painted with black mascara, as were her lips. Her skin was brown, and she wore a beautiful red dress with stars painted upon it. She also wore a blue belt and sandals. Beside the goddess, a powerful lioness lay resting.
At that moment, one of the shedu guarding the gigantic oak door of Anat’s office turned to look at the man.
“Zeus of Olympus, thank you for waiting. Please, enter. Our lady is expecting you,” said the monstrous golden statue.
At that moment, the number above the god disappeared.
The man stood while seeing that the woman continued looking at him with disdain. The lady now had the number one, so he knew she would be next after he spoke with Anat.
Passing through the door, the god found himself face to face with Astarté, seated on her elder sister’s throne. Unable to avoid making a gesture of surprise, the man bowed before the goddess.
“I know, you were expecting my sister, but she is indisposed today,” the sensual Phoenician goddess said as she sat with her legs crossed, drinking from a golden cup of wine.
The beautiful goddess was dressed in a small purple strapped tunic. The straps concealed the nipples of her enormous breasts. She also wore a golden diadem that crowned her long violet hair. She displayed a beautiful ruby in the navel of her flat abdomen. In addition, she had many necklaces with precious stones and several bracelets on her arms and right ankle. On her feet, she wore golden sandals. Her moderately short, loose hair also had small golden stones embedded in it. Her red eyes were painted with red mascara, as were her sensual, moist lips.
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Upon seeing the goddess, Zeus could not help feeling overwhelmed by her beauty. However, despite how beautiful she was, the god felt an enormous resentment toward her.
“Indeed, Lady Astarté, I expected to find your sister Anat here,” Zeus said as he raised his head and stood again.
Astarté then shook her head. Although she was very beautiful, many of her movements were rather puerile and gave the impression of someone more childish than sensual.
“Noooo! Our father is sick, so she is taking care of him,” the goddess said. “But you can discuss your matters with me, though I hope you do not still resent me.”
Zeus then sighed and looked toward the ceiling. It could not be seen because of how high the throne room was.
“Leaving me was my wife’s decision. I cannot blame you for being the one who formally separated us,” Zeus said, without much spirit.
It was obvious that the god was lying. Several years earlier, Hera, Zeus’s wife, tired of her husband’s infidelities, had decided to leave him and abandon Olympus to seek her fortune in other lands. The divorce had been processed in Lel by Astarté.
Since that moment, Zeus, who used to be seen as a wise and intriguing god, had lost his motivation to live. Only an empty shell remained of what he had been in his earlier years. Although he had not surrendered himself to alcohol or any drug, and although he had stopped pursuing sexual adventures, the god now spent his time seated before a window in Olympus, trying to understand what his purpose in life was.
“I’m happy you don’t resent me!” Astarté said with a very lovely yet childish smile. “We have to respect other people’s decisions, even when they hurt us.”
“Indeed, Lady Astarté,” Zeus said, and then he saw the goddess stand and approach him.
Although Zeus could not stop seeing how beautiful Astarté was, and although any man, woman, or immortal would be struck by her beauty, something about her… reminded him of his daughter Aphrodite, and he could not look at her with the same eyes as others.
“Pidray told me that Apollo finally managed to chase away those pagan barbarians and allow Christianity to enter Rus. Congratulations!” Astarté said in a very excited manner. Her red eyes shone full of joy.
However, Zeus could not help noticing that the goddess had a slight bruise on one of her cheeks, hidden beneath blush.
Astarté was quite short, perhaps about one meter fifty-five in height. Even so, the goddess was very beautiful, and her smile brought some light to the Hellenic god, though he wished it did not.
“Yes, Lady Astarté. And through that, we have demonstrated that we in Olympus are gods willing to fight for Lel at all times,” Zeus replied, and at that moment, he bowed before the goddess.
“That is why I have a petition to offer you, if you are pleased with our results,” Zeus added.
“A petition? Of course, I’m listening,” Astarté said as she squatted down to bring her head closer to Zeus.
The god raised his head and looked into the goddess’s eyes, which were filled with curiosity.
“I would like to offer my life in exchange for sparing my daughter Athena,” Zeus said.
Astarté fell silent, stunned in that moment.