Hermes
"Always late aren’t you dear uncle?” Hermes looked at Poseidon as the both seeing Aphrodite walking away. “Aren’t you one bit worried of the destruction of this land?” he asked Poseidon. Placing his hands in his pockets of his suit, wanting to lie to his face about how his own father Zeus didn’t need his help in this war. But, Hermes was too proud to do that. It was going to be too easy to fool him. He briskly left his uncle’s sight and left the conference room, My dear wife where are you when I need you?

