"No.... My–– my---Adonis!" Aphrodite wailed all alone on top of Mt. Lebanon.
Encasing his handsome limbs in the myrrh tree's branches, her tears slid down her face and landed on Adonis's soft, rosy cheeks. She had loved him so ardently.
"Why so sad, baby? Come to Daddy! I'll make it all better." Ares coaxed. So sure of himself and proud.
"You!" Aphrodite hurled herself at the God of War. Beating him with a stick, throwing rocks at him, and punching him was just the least of it. Very soon, no one knows how, she started kissing Ares long and hard.
In the morning, Aphrodite pulled the cow skin off of her and Ares. Sleepy eyed, she glanced at the place where she last left Adonis. Panicked, she shook Ares awake, "Where's Adonis?"
"Adonis? Oh! You mean the dead guy! I just took him to the river. He needed a proper send off," Ares explained, "So I buried him there."
Crying silently, she beckoned her chariot of doves and flew away to the sound of Ares calling her name in the distance.
Knocking loudly on the gateway to Olympus, Aphrodite yelled for the only goddess who knew more about love than herself. It pained Aphrodite to think such a thing. She would have to confront–– gulp––Hera.
this is just the first chapter. the second is coming out!
