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"I have died before."
- The clone Palpatine from The Rise of Skywalker who isn't a clone but is a clone in the novelization but might not actually be a clone because the novelization of Kylo only thinks he's a clone but he's not a clone but he is a clone
"[jazz music stops]"
- Internet meme
The courtyard of the Divine Realm was a place where many gods and goddesses went to relax from the tribulations of endless divinity. Ariadoa was sitting a little ways off from the main crowd drinking a cup of tea. A family of deities rested under a tree just across from her.
Ristarte was lounging in the shade in supreme bliss. A tiny black-haired goddess was latched to her chest receiving her usual morning serving of megami milk. The baby was wrapped in a small blanket with a Norwegian pattern personally knitted by Ishtar.
Rista quietly sang a lullaby while she relaxed. She wasn't the greatest cantor in the Divine Realm (she'd just started to learn the basics of tone and melody), but she was decent enough that it kept her baby calm and content. She tilted her head to her side and rested her ear on the shoulder of another god named Hesaeyastus.
Dark-haired, dark-dressed, and almost as still as a rock, Hesaeyastus could have been mistaken as part of the tree trunk at first glance. Only his arms moved as he quietly plucked a lute propped over his knee. His clothing consisted of black robes lightly draped over a statuesque physique. He always wore a black beak-shaped half-mask as an extra safety measure. Having a recognizable face among the pantheon tended to lead toward cult worship. Cult worship lead to war, which he would never wish toward any human world. He had died nobly in his final quest as a mortal man and been reborn as a god so he could spend eternity by his celestial wife's side.
"Hm…" Aria scratched her chin in deep contemplation. "If she's the child of the Goddess of Healing and the God of Caution, I wonder what kind of goddess she'll grow up to be."
"Probably the Goddess of Brain Surgery," Hesaeyastus said with no offense meant toward James McCaffrey. He kept his voice low so he wouldn't talk over his wife's singing. His eyes remained closed as he played the lute, but his attention was fully devoted on her. Every once in a while, he'd steal a quick glance at his daughter nursing out of the corner of his eye and he'd feel a slightly bit jealous. But the nutrition was more important to the tiny girl than it was to him, so he just kept to himself while he was playing.
Rista giggled quietly as she rubbed her fingers on her daughter's head. A proud smile crossed her lips.
"She was a human for a little while. Then she was a robot. Now she gets to be a goddess. I think we should let her choose for herself."
Author's note: Of course I needed to sneak a Viper reference in there.
Author's note 2: This version of Seiya is supposed to be like a hunky Greco-Roman version of Judas from Tales of Destiny 2 crossed with that stranger guy from the Dishonored games.