Hera Alternate Ending

Do you think this is still a place for us? This world used to be ours. This world used to offer us power and worship and honor. There was a time when people offered themselves to us. But not now.These past centuries have been cruel to the forgotten deities. We were not made for this. Where are they now? We are not dead, and we are not gone. We can never be gone. But we didn’t know how low we could become. We’re forgotten and feeble, and the gods are growing tired of being gods.
Zeus, our almighty god and father, is unemployed, single, and mostly drunk. He swears to his brothers that he’ll “definitely get this job, man”, even though he said that the last three times and spends most of his day at a stingy bar. He’s stupid and pathetic now and hits on other stupid and pathetic women. He likes to show off his lightning bolt tattoos but to his embarrassment his tricks just don’t work as much as they used to. He cries when he gets home because Hera stopped coming home ages ago and doesn’t listen to his begs and pleas.

She tells herself that everyday. Her lips are painted blood red, her hair in a tight bun, her clothes Louis Vuitton. She’s forgiven his mistresses, even became friends with some of them after centuries of bitter resentment. Her usual sharp gaze softens during her marriage counselling sessions with her patients. She is titanium and steel hidden as a soft figure, her tongue is cold and sharp. She lives alone in a tall apartment in New York City and she tries to convince herself that she is comfortable and she chooses alone (but lightning loves twenty story buildings and she only feels warmth in a