"Yes—you're absolutely right," he said. Nike, Bia, Zelos, and Kratos, they would be the perfect choices for throne attendants, enforcers, children of Styx and Pallas, and certainly forces to be reckoned with. "Something for the others who helped, as well. Eurynome, Leto, Mnemosyne, and Themis, I was thinking," he said, pensively. "Iris, as well. And perhaps we could invite Aphrodite, too." There was a long pause.
"Once construction is complete, I'd like to have some sort of ceremony, a commemoration, a celebration of those who fought, of our victory, of the dawn of a new age," he gestured passionately as he spoke, caught up in his ability to envision it with clarity. "And I would like to invite my brothers, of course. They should have seats on a counsel that I wish to establish here, perhaps with our sisters, as well, so that we can convene from time to time and make sure that things are going as they should." He shook his head, as he had another thought.
"For the festivities, of course, we'll have to have some sport, some kind of competition, and dancing—I fear my dear sister Demeter will never forgive me if I do not have dancing," he said, with a chuckle. "What do you think?"