On the island, standing on the soft grass, Aetherion observed his siblings.
He noticed that their appearances looked older than his own—something he had already mentioned to them earlier to lighten the mood.
Still, he felt a bit down about it.
He remembered learning from Gaia that divine beings or deities matured differently, but he hadn't expected all of his siblings to already appear as fully grown adults.
'I want to be fully grown too,'
he thought to himself, slightly sullen.
He looked over at his two brothers.
Both of them were handsome, as all deities were, but they stood a bit above the rest.
Poseidon had light blue hair that reached down to the middle of his back.
He stood at 6'4", with a rugged beard and piercing sea-green eyes.
His body was packed with muscle—bulging and defined as if threatening to burst from his skin.
Hades was a bit different.
He, too, was muscular—not bulky like Poseidon, but more refined, similar to Aetherion's own build.
He stood at 6'5", with beautiful black hair falling down to his shoulders and deep, soul-green eyes.
His expression remained calm and unreadable, shadowed slightly by an aura he hadn't yet fully shed.
Both brothers looked to be in their late twenties—mature, powerful, and divine.
As for his sisters.
Hestia was undeniably cute—no, adorably cute.
She had soft, light red hair that flowed gently down her back, and her glowing amber eyes held a warmth that felt like the hearth itself. She stood around 5'8", with a curvy and graceful figure.
She looked to be in her early twenties and still carried a youthful softness in her features, making her even more endearing.
Demeter had a serene and calming beauty.
She stood at 5'10", with long light brown hair that swayed like a breeze through wheat fields.
Her imperial green eyes shimmered like ancient forests, and her presence gave off a peaceful, nurturing energy.
Her body was full and shapely, with a large bust and wide hips.
Her curves spoke of maturity and abundance—fitting for her nature-bound essence.
But what caught Aetherion's attention was Hera.
She was on another level entirely.
It wasn't just her beauty—though she was as breathtaking as his other sisters and his mother—it was the way she carried herself.
Her golden hair shimmered like strands of divine sunlight, and her glowing purple eyes radiated nobility.
She stood at 6 feet tall, and every movement she made exuded superiority and elegance, as if she were born to rule.
She was the very embodiment of a mature goddess.
wide hips, a slender waist, a round, curvy behind, and a full bust.
Her beauty was undeniable, but it was the commanding presence—the regal way she held herself—that made her stunning.
Hera looked like the kind of woman the world would naturally bow to.
And even Aetherion, with all his strength and divine might, had to admit—there was something captivating about her.
'Is this why Zeus did what he did in the myths?'
Aetherion thought to himself, recalling the story where Zeus raped her and Hera was basically forced to become his wife.
'Greeks, huh?'
he sighed, shaking his head.
How could anyone do something like that—especially to a member of their own family?
The very thought disgusted him.
He turned his gaze toward the baby cradled in Rhea's arms—Zeus.
'I'll make sure you don't grow up to be a scumbag,' he thought. 'And if that's impossible, then at least I'll make sure you become a responsible one.'
He nodded to himself, satisfied with his own promise.
He couldn't allow his siblings to end up as twisted or corrupted beings.
Even now, he could sense faint traces of pride from the group—especially Hera.
Her expression seemed a little too proud for someone who had just been freed from her father's stomach.
It didn't make much sense.
How can someone be prideful from birth? he wondered.
How can you be prideful before you've even lived?
'Perhaps it had something to do with their domains,' he thought.
But that seemed unlikely; none of them had awakened their domains yet.
They had been trapped for too long inside Kronos, unable to develop their divine nature.
'Maybe it's just part of who she's meant to be,' he mused. 'After all, Hera's supposed to be the goddess of women. That pride might come with the territory.'
He nodded again, then looked toward Hades.
Hades was quiet—introverted, even.
But he wasn't unpleasant.
In fact, Aetherion found him easy to talk to.
Hades listened more than he spoke, and when he did share his thoughts, they were always insightful.
His sisters, Demeter and Hestia, were another story.
They were both gentle and kind, and he found their presence comforting.
Demeter had already begun showing a deep interest in nature, a subject close to his own heart.
They have just spoke about it together for moments ago, and he even offered her a few tips about nurturing plants.
Hestia, meanwhile, radiated warmth in everything she did.
Talking to her felt like sitting beside a fire on a cold night.
She praised others easily and wasn't shy about offering gentle encouragements—sometimes even patting their shoulders like a big sister.
It was simple, but strangely comforting.
Then there was Poseidon.
Aetherion couldn't help but sigh when he noticed his brother's wandering eyes.
Poseidon seemed to stare at every woman around him, even their sisters, in ways that made Aetherion frown.
'Honestly,' he thought, 'I'm surprised he hasn't tried anything yet.'
He could still sense the traces of lust rolling off him—it was faint, but unmistakable.
'My Life Domain sure is awesome,' Aetherion thought.
It gave him heightened sensitivity to emotions, both physical and spiritual, even though he couldn't yet control it fully.
The Life Domain could be unpredictable, and at times, it made him too aware of things he didn't want to feel.
Still, he made a mental note to keep an eye on Poseidon.
'I'll have to watch him closely,'
he thought.
Especially when it comes to the women around here.
He glanced once more at his mother and the infant in her arms, and a small smile tugged at his lips.
'Let's hope this one grows up better,'
he thought softly, gently playing with the baby's tiny hand.
Both he and his mother were either playing with little Zeus or simply watching his siblings as they spoke joyfully with one another.
Each of them was happy—finally free and breathing the fresh air of the world.
Aetherion couldn't begin to imagine what it must have felt like to be trapped inside their own father's stomach.
He could imagine what it would have been like if Kronos had tried to eat him—after all, he had tried—but he hadn't experienced it firsthand.
He was grateful that his power had awakened the moment he was born.
Honestly, he never wanted to go through something like that.
Just thinking about it sent a cold shiver down his spine.
Then suddenly, he felt it.
Someone had entered the island.
For a brief moment, there was a flicker of panic.
But Aetherion calmed quickly—he could sense who it was immediately through the earth.
The energy was familiar.
Approaching them were Gaia, Themis, and Prometheus.
They were walking directly toward him.
But something caught his attention—Gaia's expression.
It was tense.
Serious.
Before he could say anything, she spoke.
"Aetherion, you need to come with me. Now,"
she said.
Her voice was firm—commanding, almost.
He blinked, confused by her sudden urgency.
But before he could ask, Gaia continued:
"Ananke, the Primordial of Destiny, wishes to speak with you."
"Huh?"