Fetch [Nike]
As Alathea left the throne room, Zeus held out his glass to the air on his left. A silent, gliding bit of white and brown was there in a second, filling the glass again with a liberal portion of bourbon. He swallowed the whole of it, passed his crystal back to his attendant, and stalked down the corridor leading to a set of certain apartments.
None of them were here.
What was the point of housing the children of Styx if they were never where he put them? Growling low in his throat, he propped his shoulder against the door frame to Hera's gardens and counted to ten slowly. Peacocks strutted across the grass a distance away. A fountain gurgled dizzily in the courtyard. His temper did not abate.
It wasn't they whom he was furious with. Nike, Zelos, Kratos, and Bia were more faithful and trustworthy than his own children most of the time. That was what he was angry about. Enyo shouldn't have been simply banished. He should have slain her on the spot and cursed Ares with his sensitivity toward his sister! But one thing was certain: Enyo could not be allowed to continue on as she had been. Rhodes was a disaster. Good Greek men and women were dying or already dead because of Enyo. It was not to be permitted.
Nike was the first of all the children of Styx, the one he had relied on many times. And now that she was returned, she had much to prove. She would be best for what Zeus wanted now.
"Victory," he said at last, when he could keep control of his voice. "Come home. I have need of you."