Inside the chamber, known as a bouleuterion, thirteen divine beings sat on stone row seats, looking down upon Roger. Being the only human standing at the center, his throat turned dry. At least Katina, Cilla, and Labda stood behind him.

All the gods have glowing eyes and different hair colors that seemed to match their powers. The only god who wasn’t present was Hades. He has major matters to deal with in the Underworld, but soon he will arrive before the Giants come.

"Greetings, mortal," said Zeus, raising up. "You are Roger, I presume."

Roger nodded while rubbing his left arm. “Yes, sir.”

“Do not address my husband as sir!” The purple-haired woman, Hera, pointed her finger at Roger. “You will only call him by his name!”

Roger gulped, feeling goosebumps crawling up his spine. How was he supposed to know how to address the gods without insulting them?

Zeus laughed and rubbed his wife’s shoulder. “No need to be aggrieved for me, my love. This mortal came from a time that has forgotten about us.”

Hera widened her glowing purple eyes. “How is that possible!?”

“Never mind that. I need to know how Medusa managed to kill my son. Let him explain everything before we will discuss our own problem.”

Hera shrugged and glared at Roger. “Speak, mortal. Do not waste our time!”

Indeed, Roger didn’t plan to waste anyone’s time. From the beginning, he explained what he already told Zeus, including how Medusa ambushed Heracles. Hera cringed each time she heard his name.

After Roger finished, the gods and goddesses muttered to each other hastily. Their tones sounded very unpleasant.

"This is never in the prophecy!" Athena shouted, wearing a golden helmet and purple robes that sealed her figure. "What hope do we have against Medusa and the Giants? She is supposed to be dead!"

"It's your fault for turning her into a monster," Katina recalled.

Athena pointed her staff at the Cerberus. "Quiet, beast! The gods are speaking now! Learn your place!"

Katina snarled until Roger rubbed her arm. Nobody came into the council to start a fight.

"Without Heracles, what should we do?" Hermes asked.

Ares, a large muscled man with a black helmet on, rose and raised his spear up. His deep voice echoed like a machine. "I say damn with the prophecy! We can fight the Giants and leave their entrails across the land!"

A goddess with long pink hair giggled with her hand over her mouth. Her beauty was extremely breathtaking with flawless makeup and her white dress revealed most of her unblemished skin. Her legs stood out, and her large cleavage hung for the entire world to see. "You are so silly, Ares."

The God of War giggled back like a little boy in front of his crush.

"The Fates said if we fight, we will fall," said Zeus. "But I do not intend to surrender our power to that wretched earth goddess."

Ares shook his spear. "Do you suggest we should run like cowards with tails between our legs!?"

Zeus grimaced. "We can survive if we run, but the Giants will conquer our mountain. However, sacrificing our home could ensure our survival."

"But they will hunt us down like wolves," said Artemis, a green-haired woman holding a bow. "Surrendering is not a reasonable option."

Ares tapped his spear. "Then we stay and fight! I whether die than hide under a cart!"

"But I don’t want to die." Aphothria stroked her hair. "I'm too lovely to die."

Ares rubbed her hand. "Don't worry, my dear. I will protect you."

The goddess of love smiled at him. Next to her, another god rose to confront Ares. He stood short with a half-bald head, a scruffy beard, and a fat belly beneath his leather overalls. He held a hammer in his left hand. "May I remember you Aphothria is my wife? I should be the one protecting her!"

Ares laughed. "You couldn't even protect her from me, Hephaestus. Clearly, she knows a better man than you."

Hephaestus roared and grabbed Ares's red cape. "I'll show you who is a better man!"

Ares punched Hephaestus's face and pulled his cape from the fat god's grip. With a roar, Hephaestus tackled Ares to the middle floor in front of Roger. They punched and smacked each other without their weapons.

While the two brawled, the other gods stood up and cheered as if they were at a wrestling match. Aphothria blushed and giggled like the fight turned her horny.

"Jesus Christ!" Roger shouted. "These are the gods that people used to worship!?"

"This is awesome!" Katina shook her left fist in the air. "Fight fight fight!"

Roger ran his hand down his face. It would seem the future was doomed anyway.

Behind him, the door slammed open by a loud kick. Roger spun around, seeing three tall women walk into the bouleuterion chamber.

They all looked the same with long blonde hair and white peplos dresses that barely touched their sandals. Purple blindfolds covered their eyes although they moved directly to the center. The woman in the center held a glass ball between her two hands. Like Aphothria, they were flawlessly beautiful as angels.

"Stop this ridiculous debate!" One of them shouted. "Are you gods, or children!?"

Roger stepped toward Labda and raised his hand over his mouth. "Who are they?"

"They are the Three Fates of Destiny," Labda whispered. "Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropis."

"They can see the future and give mortals their destinies," Cilla added quietly. "They are the ones who prophesied the Gigantomachy."

Roger narrowed in on the three women, standing in front of him. "I thought they are ugly old hags who carry an eyeball."

Labda giggled. "Don't trust your own kind. All divine beings are beautiful, no matter how old they are. And that crystal ball is their eye.”

“Don’t insult them or they will give you a shitty future,” Katina warned.

Roger felt like he was standing in the middle of a minefield. How sensitive could the Greek Gods be?

Ares and Herphaetus got up and bowed to the Fates.

“Forgive us, Fates,” said Ares through his helmet. “It was Herphaetus’s fault for starting the reckless.”

Hephaestus flung his hands up. “Here you go again! Blaming the fat man for starting a fight!”

“Enough!” One of the Fates hissed.

It was hard to tell which one was apart. If they wore different dresses or hairstyles, Roger wouldn’t be confused about their identities.

“We are here because we knew you will start this ridiculous bunter,” the one holding the glass ball explained. “We told you only a mortal can fight the Giants.”

“But Fates, my son is dead!” Zeus exclaimed. “It will take a while for Hades to bring him back! Fighting or retreating might be our only-”

“You don’t need Heracles, fool!” The blinded woman pointed her finger at Roger. “You have one here!”

The gods and goddesses glanced at Roger.

“Him?” Ares shouted. “That puny little man?”

Roger dropped his mouth. “Me? But I’m not Heracles!”

The Fate women laughed like a musical melody.

“We never said Heracles is the one who will defeat the Giants.”

“Any mortal can fight them, no matter how small they are.”

“You are the backup, Roger. The new fate to save the Gods and your future.”

“How do you know?” Roger asked under his breath.

“We know everything,” the women answered. “Don’t question us again.” The ladies turned toward their audience. “Roger and his Cerberus are your only hope. After they save your precious mountain, you will send them home and change nothing more in this time period.”

Zeus crossed his arms. “What if he fails?”

The Fate with the glass ball pointed her finger at the Thunder God. “Train him, and he won’t fail. Your lives will be in his hands.”

Ares groaned. “Fuck…..”

While the gods and goddesses muttered to each other, the Fates faced Roger and the beast woman.

“Do not worry, mortal,” the one with the glass ball said in her sweet voice. “We cannot tell you everything, but you can succeed."

"How?" Roger asked.

"Your love. You and the Cerberus's love will save our world."

Katina's red eyes widened. "What!?"