xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx✿xxxÐεмεтεяxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcαℓℓ συт тнε δαιмσηα ιηsιδε σƒ мεxxxx»» αηδ ι ωιℓℓ ƒιgнтShe didn't want to flatter around with her temple. Wearing a long, flowing white chiton, she appeared at her palace. Looking at the marble columns that had been lost in the mist, appearing to mortals as a barn yard that was seriously out of shape. Firstly, she went to the true barn, where her animals were kept. She gave the cows and the horses hay, and gave her leopards some meat. Watching them rip it from each other's teeth, she sighed wistfully. Why did gods have to fight so much? She liked to consider herself a rather peaceful goddess, but even Demeter received the rash action from her father, Kronos. Throwing a look at her chariot, she resisted taking it out for a spin. Closing the doors behind her, she walked towards her farm home. Her sandals hit the steps as she walked towards the large, bronze doors. Pushing them open with ease, she looked around her temple. After putting an apple pie into the oven in her kitchen, she walked up the stairs, before sitting on her bed. The bed sagged as she sat down, running her hands through her hair, her finger nails digging into her scalp. Why were mothers so abusive?
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