Azara smirked at the man before her; a huge, tan man with long blonde hair and icy blue eyes. He wore a greek robe and yellow sandals, a yellow halo-crown rested on his head. Zeus, god of the skies, in all his glory. "So what you're telling me is that i'm going to the human realm? Like, for real?" The dark haired girl muttered in pure disgust. The powerful God stared at her, a slightly fearful look hidden behind his seemingly fearless eyes. She stood from the thrown in which she had previously resided. Her waist length black locks fell in waves as she stood up at inhuman like speed. She glared at the god with pitch black eyes. Zeus gulped. He knew the Goddess wouldn't cooperate, and he really didn't blame her. "Yes Azara. The human realm. New York in The United States to be precise." "For WHAT reason?!" She hissed, baring her fangs at the god. "Do not raise your voice to me Azara, i don't care if your father Hades is my brother and the god of hell, i don't care that your mother is Hecate, goddess of witchcraft. I am in charge here and i could make this permanent." He roared at the young goddess, pointing his finger at her. "Kay. Whatever. Why the fuck am i going to New York?" She spat in defeat, slumping gracefully back into her thrown. Zeus huffed. "You're going to find the son of Ares and Aphrodite." Azara remembered the beautiful boy she grew up with. Demetri was always quite a violent boy, always causing trouble that lead to many wars among the gods. He had left Olympus decades ago in search of something more "normal". "For what purpose?" She scoffed. "That will remain classified until you return with him." She cocked an eyebrow at the god. With the flick of her wrist the doors to the thrown room had opened. "Begone. I shall leave shortly." She tapped her long black nails against the large metal chair, pondering what possible reason Zeus needed HER of all the gods, to go after him. And why he even needed HIM. "Azara-" Zeus called before looking back over his shoulder at the girl. Azara rolled her now icy blue orbs. 'Why the fuck isn't he gone?' She wondered impatiently. "What is it now uncle?!" "Promise one thing before you leave." "What?" "Don't fall for him."