The white marble hall at the summit of Mount Olympus was not usually occupied outside of official meetings. It was spacious, open to the sky, surrounded by Ionic columns that seemed to hold up the heavens themselves. However, at that moment, an unauthorized meeting was taking place.
"This cannot happen without debate," exclaimed Dionysus, frowning. 'It is an affront to everything our autonomy stands for."
"Autonomy? Or is it fear of accountability?' retorted Apollo, arms crossed and a defiant smile on his face.
Aphrodite, dressed in a golden peplos, stood firm in the center of the chamber. It was she who had called the emergency meeting, outraged by what had happened hours earlier.
"Zeus wants to control us, not protect us," she said, looking around at those present. "And what's worse, he's doing it out of fear. He didn't say it, but we all know who he fears. Nemesis. He's afraid of losing his throne, but to avoid that, he's just giving us more reasons why he should lose it."
