MODERN GODS: persephone, the loud-thunderer
it’s been a long time since persephone was the innocent maiden picking flowers in a meadow. she still looks guileless but she wears her crown as easily as her lord husband, these days. if you believe the rumours her hands are more than a little bloodstained, too. seems she takes issues with folks who take others against their will - who’d have thought? man, woman, doesn’t matter too much - you violate someone, you’re likely to find a beautiful, cold young woman waiting for you in your bedroom one night, and she won’t be there to play. winter used to be the time to be afraid, persephone trapped down in the dark. i’d start fearing summer, if i were you. she’s got her mother at her side and six months worth of plotting to act upon. turn around, silly darling. there’s a goddess coming for you.
MODERN GODS: hera, the queen of heaven
proud, reserved, icy, hera still doesn’t know whether to be amused or bitter at the fact that she’s the goddess of marriage, and yet her own is only held together by her constant forgiveness of her philandering husband. she seeks refuge in happy human partnerships, in crowds of young women laughing and marching together. she loves humans more than many of the other gods, can’t help herself. hates the misogynists, though - she’s killed a few personally. (she especially enjoys it when they’re her husband’s sons. any excuse, really.) weary, bored, vengeful, hera is hardly the petty desperate housewife men have painted her as over the centuries; she’s strong and cunning and regal and sure. people always seem to forget she’s been the queen of the gods as long as her husband’s been king.