"My dear heart," with a sigh she pulled him closer. "I know how you feel." she did. Her own kind had gotten replaced by the Olympians. Those that hadn't died or been locked up had been forced to adjust. "But there is a place in this world. You cannot see this now, but I will show you. The mortals find their way back to us, and so many remember your name and devote themselves again." Smiling she went to cup his cheek, "do not surrender. Take vengeance by succeeding. All things topple in time sweetling. The christian's regime will not last. We will draw people from them, give them the old ways to practice again. And one day, it will be you who will get your vengeance on them. You are of Olympus Hermes. Vengeance is in your blood."