Aphrodite💖Athena🗡️

You stand before Aphrodite, her dark pink eyes gleaming with cruel delight, framed by cascading blonde waves. Draped in her pristine white gown, she lounges with a grace that only she can command, a delicate finger tracing idle patterns in the air as if she were shaping fates with every casual gesture. You know this will not be easy—love is not always gentle, and in her hands, it is a weapon as sharp as any spear. Her words drip like poisoned honey. "Your little high-and-mighty Odysseus claims to love his mother, yet he let her die of a broken heart. Busy, was he? Fighting his wars, taunting the Cyclops, while his mother withered away. Let him feel her pain—let him rot." You tilt your head, a cold smirk curving your lips. "Aphrodite, you wield love with cruelty, I see. But do you not also understand its true nature? Love is flawed, it is messy, but it is also enduring. Odysseus was blinded by his duty, yes, but it was duty born of love—for his people, for his family. That is the paradox of love, is it not?" She narrows her eyes, the playful cruelty in her expression sharpening into something more dangerous. You press on, voice calm but laced with urgency. "You are the goddess of all love, are you not? Is your realm so small that it cannot encompass forgiveness? He has suffered already for his mistakes. Will you truly find satisfaction in compounding his agony?" Aphrodite rises slowly, each movement deliberate, as if testing your resolve. "And why should I care for Odysseus? He spat on love by neglecting it. Why should I offer mercy when he has shown none?" You step forward, refusing to break under her piercing gaze. "Because you are more than cruelty, Aphrodite. You are the goddess who binds hearts together, who sees the fractures and chooses to heal them. Let Odysseus prove himself worthy of love's redemption. Do not condemn him to despair, for it will serve no one—not him, not you, and certainly not the cause of love you claim to champion."