We offer unto you our victories at the end of this season that you have ensured
And for your glory offer many more to come with the next.
Drive us, that we may accept only victory in the company of your companions,
That we may accept victory or death and nothing more
Victory from Golden Aphrodite
Victory from Deimos
Victory from Phobos
Victory from Agon
Victory from Harmonia
Let men sing your praises from the gore of the fallen
Let men sing your praises from the high walls of their homes
Let us dance as the Spartoi for your amusement
As you have brought us victory in war, we pray you bring us strength in peace
Let us bear strong and sharp children
Let us bear order upon our disordered land
Let us exchange arms for the labors of the field;
Encourage peace, to gentle works inclined,
And give abundance, with benignant mind.
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Now sorry for wastin' yer time.
Don't ask. I'm a good friend, I reply to statuses, and Lect is a bad influence. Oh, and I've got a f*ckin' straw in my mouth. Swag.
So, you and Hephaestus are the only two children of Zeus and Hera together, the king and queen of Olympus, respectively. Since you're the older brother... does that make you the Prince of Gods? Technically, if Zeus died... wouldn't you be the heir to his throne?
Just food for thought.