The Trials of Herakles, Part II – A Goddess’ Tears

(Read part I here)

I was in my head and not paying any attention to what was going on around me when I wandered into the breakroom to get a cup of that fancy tea Demeter keeps around. I needed to calm down or I was going to blast the windows out of the entire building. It has been four days since the dinner with my husband, and the only words he’d spoken to me was, “Did you fix it?” Of course, I hadn’t. I wasn’t going to talk to Hebe until she said she’d gotten rid of her husband. Unfortunately, she is just as stubborn as I am, and insists that they are happily in love and she has no plans on leaving him.

I snorted loudly and grumbled under my breath about inconsiderate children as I dug roughly through the cabinets for a mug.

“Mother, I think you need this more than I do.” Ares handed me a mug full of tea. Frowning, I took it and brought hot liquid into my mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the painful burn as it flowed through my chest. As the heat dissipated, I opened my eyes and found my son leaning casually with his hip against the counter, arms crossed, and a line furrowed between his brows.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I did need that.” I managed a weak smile for him.

“You okay, ma’? You look like you have something on your mind.”

I shook my head and took another drink. 

He took a deep breath. “What did Dad do this time?”

Ares wasn’t prepared for what happened. I wasn’t prepared for what happened. Had I known, I would never have opened my mouth. Hell, I never would have left my office. I opened my mouth to deny that anything was wrong, but my voice caught. It was such a little thing, a small hitch to my breath. It almost reminded me of when Ares was little and stuttered. All of a sudden I felt overcome by emotions I wasn’t quite ready for. My lower lip trembled and my eyes watered. 

It was quite comical to watch Ares react to my sudden outpouring of emotion. I can’t think of the number of times my children have seen me vulnerable like this. The look on his face was as if he thought he had broken me and wasn’t quite sure how to put me back together.

He stood, his arms outstretched in an attempt to comfort me. Being his mother and not one of his lovers, I could tell he wasn’t sure if he should pull me into his arms for a hug or just stand there awkwardly patting my back. It ended up being a strange mixture of both. He wrapped one arm around my shoulders and patted my arm in what I assume was supposed to be a comforting tempo.

That he would even try to calm me brought more tears to my eyes. I felt my face start to get splotchy and he looked around the room for some help. Not finding any, he pulled me to the sink and handed me some napkins.

“Here, ma’. Stop crying, please.” He patted my back a little too hard. “Pull yourself together and I’ll go make Dad apologize.” 

I grabbed onto his arm to keep him from wandering off. “No, please don’t bother him with this. He’s already mad enough.”

“Then tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it. I don’t like it when you cry, ma’. It makes me feel all weird, like the apocalypse is coming or something.” I chuckled and finished wiping my face.

“I’m sorry, my dear. There is really only one thing your father and I have never agreed on that always causes me this pain.” I offered him a half-smile, knowing he’d understand.

Ares growled low. He got it. “Herakles. He’s a showoff and an asshole, and has no business being a part of our family!”

With those simple words, my heart healed a little. It was good to know that at least Ares was on my side with this issue. “Your father wants me to make things right with your sister, Hebe. I just don’t know if I can.”

“You know I’ll support you in this, ma’. Whatever you want to do. You want me to kill him for you? Cause I will. Just say the word.” He brought his fists up to show me he was ready to fight for me.

I patted his cheek. “Oh, my dearest boy, this is something that I need to figure out on my own, but I will let you know if I require your services.” 

I heard voices, looked to the door, and saw Nike and Moxie coming into the break room.

“Lady Hera! How are y – ?” Nike glided over to Ares and I, looking between the two of us. “Mom, are you okay? Ares, if you hurt our mother, I will gut you!” She rounded on him, ready to fight.

I guided Nike closer to me and sent a thought to Moxie to have her pull Ares away. “It’s okay, little one. These tears aren’t because of Ares. He was trying to help me.”

Nike frowned. “But why are you crying? You never cry, Lady Hera.”

I smiled at her. “It’s just been a long day and I haven’t been sleeping. Your father and I fought about Hebe and her husband, and it upset me more than it normally would have.”

Nike got more and more confused. “Why would you fight about Hebe and Herakles?”

I took a deep breath, not sure if I really wanted to go into details just yet. “Because, little one, I hate him with the fiery, burning passions of a thousand suns.”

Nike and Moxie both gasped. “But…what did he do to you, Lady Hera? If it was so bad, wouldn’t you have just killed him?” Nike didn’t understand why I would let him live, and sometimes I still wondered the same thing. 

“Unfortunately, he’s a favored son of Zeus and it was decreed, once Alcaeus’s trials failed and he married my daughter, that I was no longer allowed to kill him.”

Nike turned to Moxie and mouthed, “Alcaeus?

Moxie mouthed back, “Herakles.” 

Nike’s lips formed an O in understanding and her eyes got bigger when she looked back at me. “Lady Hera, why do you hate him so much?”

I breathed in deeply and as I released it, I motioned for them to take a seat. “This story will take a while, so you children may as well get comfortable.”

Ares pulled me in for a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry, ma’, got stuff I have to do for Dad. I’ll catch the story after it’s published.” He gave me a saucy wink, waved to the girls, and sauntered out.

The girls and I sat down at a table. “Now, where should I start?”

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Hera (CJ Landry)

Hera (CJ Landry)

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Occasional writer, often wanderer, horrible speller, broken thinker, incessant lover of all things ineffable, neutral evil and serious about it. CJ Landry is a suspense writer who is currently editing her novel, His Undying Love, which has been called by beta readers a cross between Gone Girl and Misery. She also spends time killing people off in her 72-Hour Murder series which has 2 installments already published. Each is a quick read that promises to have you rooting for the death at the end. You can also see another side of her in the poetry anthology, The Madness in Our Intentions, which she published with her son. CJ is fascinated by the different ways to torture someone and hide the body and tries to include those in some way in her writing. You can almost guarantee that someone dies in her books. She is a professional throat puncher, founder of #ThroatPunchTUESday, and benevolent ducktator of #DuckTwitter. She’s also deathly terrified of sharks because those fuckers will one day evolve to breathe on land and eat everyone.
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2 Comments

  1. Nana –

    I will never understand why you insist on blaming the victims and their offspring instead of holding father accountable for betraying you and constantly abusing the love you give him.

    I will not apologize for defending the innocent against your wrath. But you have to admit, that was pretty clever of Alcaeus to rename himself “glory of Hera” after you failed to kill him for the third time. Surely after 2,000 years you can finally enjoy the joke?

    XXOO,
    Pallas Athena

    PS – It still cracks me up. #sorrynotsorry

  2. Oh honey. I have a feeling you’re gonna be needing something stronger than my relaxation tea. Hang on, I’ll go grab my private brew.

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