The gods were childish, Danica never had to be an adult. She simply had to be her, unrestrained and powerful. She was doing what she had to do. Jusitce! And peace, once she finished her job. "I'm trying to do what I need to, but I cannot when I am here." It would be hard to fight the gods here, they would have to come to her!
Those who live by the sword, so shall die. That was the honour Danica was given by the blood of her mother, as a god, her honour was whatever she wanted it to be, and she had chosen the amazonian way.
"She is. And Zeus is my grandfather, and every god is related to me through blood of a cousin, uncle, aunt, sister, brother, grandfather...It does not give them a pass for the injustices they have bestowed on many. Rape, death, illness...
"Hippolyta has protected her amazons through the ravishes of time, and when she chose to stand up against Hera, Hera turned her into stone." Danica was starting to get upset, she didn't really want to reveal what had happened, but Kara made her. Hera had always hated Danica, as daughter of the son she loved least...
"I'm not just waging war on the gods because I want to." Danica sighed, feeling deflated, annoyed... "They have done so much wrong, they don't know what is good from bad anymore. My father gets world leaders to slaughter their own people, and everyone lives on like nothing has happened. No one up there cares. And it hurts those down here." Danica argued. Perhaps that was why she was never allowed to the mortal realm...