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@nyx I would actually very much like to see that. Might write a story about it if I can keep a boner up for it.

This story was requested by sloppy_amy, right here on Daddy’s Dollhouse, if anyone else had requests for a story, just let me know.

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In a parallel world, instead of two nuclear bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki to end the US’s war with Japan, two fighter crafts armed with experimental shrink rays were used to reduce all organic life in those cities to minuscule size. With a weapon that didn’t do even remotely as much collateral damage as a nuke, the US used their new weapon in every following war. Winning the Vietnam war with the shrink rays in this timeline, prevented the formation of North Koria entirely and reduced vast amounts of the Middle East altogether. But they didn’t limit this tech to military use, as it was seen as more “human” to shrink people rather than execute them. And while tiny people were still technically considered citizens, crimes against them are not investigated or punished in any meaningful way. And despite the entire point of shrinking rather than executing criminals being that they could be grown back if later found innocent, this rarely happens. The world is now a playground for giants and a cruel hell for their little playthings, and it shows no singes of changing.

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Derek was an unhealthy person, never being less than three hundred and fifty pounds at any given time in his life made that hard to ignore. But apathy took over his life long ago. He just ate what tasted good and as much of it as he wanted. And he was going to his favored Asian puffet to do just that, but he wasn’t just going for the food. The Dragons Purl had a primarily tiny serving staff, not small enough to be put in his pocket and taken home, sadly. They were three or two feet tall, big enough to get drinks to their tables, but too small to fight back when the customers decided to have fun with them. The front desk was staffed by a seven-inch Asian woman, dressed like a porcelain doll in a glass cage, probably so customers don’t grab her up and leave with a new toy.

“Welcome back, sire. Would you like your usual table?”

“Yes, that would be lovely, thank you.” Derek said with a smile. He rather liked the tiny woman at the desk, he never learned her name, but he would have loved to take her home with him as a pet. A two-foot-tall waitress nervously showed him to his table. Derek had a reputation for harassing the waitstaff. Not that management cared. The fact that the little women were there to be fondled and molested was the main selling point and got the most customers. The restaurant was built to acomidait tinies as well however, they had money to after all. So there were tiny stairs and ladders all over the place for tinies of every size and shape to get around, but it was shoddy craft at best. There were no handrails keeping little people from falling to their deaths, and with no segregated seating, the little waitstaff spent plenty of time cleaning little red stains off of the floor. The poor little waitress shook a little as he sat down at his table.

“D-Do you know what you want to d-drink?” She quivered before the living hill of flesh before her, knowing well that he could grab her up and play with her body at any moment. The fear amused Derek. She must have been new. Most of the other waitresses were resigned to their fates. It would be fun tormenting her.

“An entire pitcher of lime soda, no ice, thank you.” He said as he looked her over like he would eat her alive, maybe if she was smaller. She scurried off as fast as she could, making Derek chuckle as he got up to get himself some food.

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Mio was always a bit nervous about going out in public. Being only three inches tall made things very difficult. But she was with her team, which made things more manageable, emotionally anyway. Mio was a part of her college women’s basketball team. To be honest, the little Japones-American woman didn’t much care for the sport, but it offered her an incredible amount of protection from being just grabbed up by some horny giant. Not there seemed to be any other kind of giant. All giants appeared to think she was made for their pleasure.

“When do you think a waitress will come back?” Mio asked her team captain. Tsumugi was a “normal” sized woman, five foot five, and very bossy when it came to her small team, often treating them more like pets than teammates.

“How am I supposed to know? Runt hasn’t come back in a while. Odds are some horny cracker grabbed her up. Why do you ask?”

“Well… I wanted her to carry me back to the buffet table, as she did with the others. C-Can you-”

“No, I’m eating. You want food. Go get it like a big girl.”

“But I’m not a-”

“You know what I fucking meant, bug!” Mio flinched and cowered. It would not have been the first time her captain abused her. She then walked down the stairs that were built into the table. If not for the impossible trek across the open floor, she would have thought it considerate. She ran as fast as she could, looking around franticly, and spotting the worst possible thing she could have seen. A massive fat man, and he was walking toward her.

“Shit!” Mio screamed as she ran toward the buffet table, but he walked in the same direction. She panted hard as he quickly caught up to her. He didn’t even see the woman his shadow engulfed. "No, no, no! She screamed as she made the mistake of looking back and seeing the massive foot coming right at her. “PLEASE, OH GOD, PLEASE NOT LIKE THI-” She was cut off as the massive foot came down. Her death was much quicker than it could have been in the grand scheme of things. A clean, painless, merciful end, all things considered.

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“You know what I hate?” Ichika said as she crossed her arms to her teammates, all of whom couldn’t care less about what she had to say. “Asian restaurants that have no cultural identity. I mean, look at this, Chines and Korean food side by side, and marketed as Japonies food of all things! The owner of this place clearly had no idea what they were doing! Dosn’t this bother anyone else!?”

“Oh, will you just shut up! Like we didn’t get enough of your bitching on the drive here, no, you have to moan the entire time we’re here too!” Yui screamed as she just ate her food. The two of them and three other girls on their team were waiting for the waitress that carried them to the buffet table to take them back to the rest of their team. But she seemed to have just disappeared, stranding them at the buffet table, and tensions were rising.

“Oh, excuse me for caring about this blatant misrepresentation! You know, if we don’t make a big deal about it, then the white male establishment will just-” Ichika stopped mid-sentence when they felt the ground shake under them, then she fell backward into the bin of fried rice. But, then, the shadow of the enormous fat bastard that shook the ground with every step covered her, granted, the big people always shook the ground, but he did it extra. She knew just how bad this could go, her older sister died crushed to death in a condom at a frat party. So she did the only thing she could think to do and buried herself in the greasy rice. It burned a little, but better to be uncomfortable than dead. On the other hand, Yui had nowhere to hide and was spotted by the giant right away.

"Um… Hi? The tiny Asian said meekly. Hoping beyond reason that the enormous fat man would just ignore and her team, but luck was not on her side.

“Oh, hello. Well, aren’t you just the cutest little things~.”

“Um, thank yo- WOW!!!” Yui screamed as she was grabbed up and put on his plate, soon followed by her friends. “H-HAY!!! We are not on the menu, you big bu-” Yui was cut off by being flicked on the ass, forced to the center of the plate with the others as food was piled up around them. Ichika was not spared, as she was scooped up and placed on the plate unknowingly with her team. He then returned to his table, getting out the fork and spoon he was given.

“Now, you girls start stripping. I want a show with my meal.” He said as he stabbed broccoli next to Yui to make his point. “Slowly, I want to enjoy this~.”

“Y-Yes si-sire…” Yui whimpered as things were going from bad to worse, and she started slowly stripping with the rest of her team. The cruel giant then scooped up a spoon full of fried rice, not even seeing Ichika as he stuffed her into his mouth. But he did notice the moment he chomped down into her leg, the greasy tiny Asian woman in his mouth screamed, the kind of scream that would have made a moral man spit her out. But Derrik only paused long enough to smile before continuing to eat the poor tiny in his mouth alive, chomping down on her one limb at a time, making her suffer for as long as he could before swallowing the mush that was once a person with thoughts and dreams. If muffled a bit, the tiny women on the plate could hear the torture that poor Ichika was put through. They trembled as they watched what was left of their annoying teammate get washed down with a pitcher of soda. And they screamed themselves when his spoon came towards them.

“Oh, God, please no!” One of her teammates, she didn’t really remember any of their names, screamed as she was scooped up. She begged and cried as she was stuffed into the blubbery titan’s maw, then was silenced with a crunch. Yui was petrified with terror as she saw one by one, the other Asian women were plucked up between mouthfuls of fried food and devoured along with it. One was dipped in soy sauce before she was crunched, another in general sous sauce, and the third is wasabi. Then it was down to Yui and one other girl on an empty plate, cowering and weeping with fear, knowing that death would come no matter what.

“Now, witch one to eat, and witch to keep?” The fat bastard chuckled.

“ME!!!” Yui shot up. “Keep me, eat that bitch, but spare me! Please, I’ll do anything you want, please!” The fatty rubbed his chin, before, without another word, he scooped her up in his spoon and plopped her into his mouth. It was hot, wet, and stunk of death and blood, it was sickening to breathe, but she couldn’t help but breathe it in as she started to hyperventilate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, don’t! I’m not food, I’m a person!” The tiny whimpered as she was suckled gently, almost condescendingly considering how he so cruelly chomped all her other teammates. He then tilted his head back and swallowed her whole, Yui was nearly crushed into unconsciousness before she was plopped into his stomach. It was a stinking, dark place. It smelled like the inside of a dumpster, and she was waist-deep in the chewed remains of the giant’s lunch and her teammates. It burned to breathe, and it burned to sit in the goop. She did her best to climb on top of the pile, freezing in horror as her hand landed on, from what she could tell, was the face of one of her teammates. Then Yui screamed. She screamed in horror and dread, this was not a stomach, it was her grave.

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Derek could feel his last treat wiggling and struggling to survive inside of him, making him a little hard. Then looked down at the last little morsel on his plate, smiling down at the trembling Asian. She was the cutest one, that saved her life, but nothing else.

“So, what’s your name, sweety?”

“M-My name i-is Ai… What, are y-you going to do with me?”

“Well, I think I’ll keep you in my underwear. At least until I’m done here.” Derek didn’t wait to hear Ai’s response before grabbing her up and shoving her into his tighty whities, feeling the little thing wiggle pleasantly as she was pressed between his crotch and his underwear. He then got up and got dessert, but then spotted six other tiny Asians at the dessert table. He then snatched them all up into a bowl and a few others filled with stuff like caramel and chocolate sauce. As he stripped his desserts, the waitress assigned to him trembled as she walked up.

“D-Do… You need a refile?” The two-foot-tall woman asked meekly as Derek chuckled at her. Then, without warning, he picked her up and forced her to sit on his lap, and poor little Ai would be pressed between her ass cheeks with his erection.

“I want you to finish stripping these little things, dip them, then feed them to me~.”

“Y-Ye-EEEEEP!!!” The poor waitress half screamed as Derek grabbed both her breasts, fondling her as she was forced to serve him. “Yes, s-sire…” She then did as she was told. Her trembling hands stripped the wiggling tinies. Taking her time, trying to give the poor little women as much time to be alive as possible before she was forced to feed them to the monster rubbing his cock on her ass.

“Carmel first, then sprinkles, then in my mouth~.” Hesitantly, the waitress picked one of the screaming tinies up, dipping her as instructed, then moving the poor tiny up into Derek’s mouth. He sucked the camel from the waitress’s fingers as he rolled the tiny around in his mouth, then crunching her. A tear rolled down the waitress’s cheek as she looked at him in horror and dread. “Dip the next one in the chocolate~.”

“O-Ok…” She whimpered as she did as she was told, crying more as his hands moved from groping her from outside her shirt to under it. Then, twisting her nipples as he swallowed the wiggling woman in his mouth, crunching then next, then swallowing the one after that. Finally, when the second to last tiny was in his mouth, he grabbed her head, forcing her to tilt back so he could lock his massive lips with her’s. Again, she cried as she not only feeling the tiny in his mouth moving into hers but the last tiny being forced into her pussy. She tried to break away from him, but her struggles were pointless as the tiny in her mouth was then pushed down her throat. Derek giggled as he looked deep into her dead eyes. She looked like she had just shot someone, which made Derek even harder.

“That’s it!” Derek growled as he picked up the little woman and ran to the men’s room. From the sounds coming from one of the stalls, someone else had the same idea he had.

“No! Please, this is my first day!”

“All the better!” Derek said as he stripped the struggling little woman, dropping his pants, and not noticing that Ai would fall down with his underwear. The two-foot-tall woman screamed as the fat man forced himself into her vagina, being forced not only to take his cock, but feel the tiny woman he left inside of her get ground down like herbs in a mort and pestle. His fat folds giggled almost comedically as he violently used the poor little waitress. And as fast as he started, he finished, filling the little woman with his hot seed, then carelessly dropping her like the used toy she was. “You were way better than the last bitch I had here. You deserve this.” He then stuffed a fifty into her bra, noticing Ai trying to sneak off as he did, picking her up wagging his finger at her. As punishment, he forced her to watch as he dug the mangled tiny out of the waitress’s crotch and swallowing it. He stuffed his pet in his pants and made for the door, but as he walked out, he saw a normal-sized woman looking around frantically.

“Hey! Did you see some tines? I brought about twelve of them in.”

“Sorry, I haven’t, good luck looking for them.” He got in his car, looking forward to playing with Ai when he got home.

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“Knowing that all of his exes were squirming around in his swimsuit should have frightened her, but it only served to make her more aroused…”

I’m so happy that you found a way to incorporate Micro stuff into your IRL relationship. It can be genuinely very hard to pull off.

What A lovely story so far~! I do hope things go very unpleasantly for Ivy~.

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Baptized in the seed of man, they are reborn. Given new life and purpose, a divine task that shalt be their duty, and a test to see if they are worthy of heaven’s embrace.

That could be how you phrase it? Reading the parts of the bible that instruct men on how to treat their slaves/women would also help the brainwashing.

@sloppy_amy Just found a pick that I think would go great with this story.

The number of tinies is off, but I think this is what the team he devours would mostly look like. Complete with normal-sized handler.

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@kondo That would all depend on a number of factors.

1 - Rural or urban? Both have their dangers to consider, but one has a much higher chance of your little pet becoming someone else’s property.

2 - The conditions you kept them in. Depending on how kind or cruel an owner is, I tiny would just try to make due. Or even rather die to an animal or the elements than meet whatever punishment awaited them should they return.

3 - Time of year. Winter is a season with the least chance of independent survival. But every other time of year comes with its own risks, from what animals are out and about, to the weather.

@tiny-ivy A disturbingly accurate depiction of the problems with corporate America. While I have never been a fan of the, building fucking, you did an excellent job!

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Ok, time to throw my disturbing hat into this very inviting ring.

Tinies would probably just taste like people, in most settings anyway, not counting the weird stuff. Maybe if you wash them in some flavored body soup, that would add to the flavor?

But for me personally, the flavor is not the point of eating a tiny. It’s the reinforcement of the power dynamic, I am big, and they are small. The dehumanization of being nothing but food for some sadistic fucker to get off eating, not even being enough to fill them up, so enchanting~. Hearing them scream and beg inside of my mouth while they struggle pointlessly, tasting their tears and blood, not that I would nibble too hard, mind you~. And I would definitely swallow them alive, even gulp down some air, so they don’t pass out from lack of oxygen, making them be awake and wear when my body breaks them down to nothing~.

Damian was what one would call a bit of a shut-in. Not that he didn’t go outside, mind you, it’s just that he didn’t have many friends. However, with a combination of good luck and hard work, mixed with his lack of social life, he could take up an otherwise expensive hobby. The twenty-six-year-old returned home and looked at the package he had received, and proceeded to open it.

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Juno had awoken from her deep sleep, the last thing she remembered was a night of intense passion, and now, she had awoken to being a transparent coffin, looking up at what she could only describe as a god. Juno was a Myrmidon, meaning that she looked like a human woman in every way, except that she was a little less than three inches tall and looked to be wearing a bikini of black ant exoskeleton and had an extra set of arms.

“W-What’s happening!?” She screamed as she tried to push open her prison, but the gargantuan man holding her would not let it open. He then set her down in a vast and barren field, next to a flat stone and a massive water bowl. She was then able to at last break free from her confinement. But, looking around frantically, she could see a similar, mostly invisible barrier boxed in the wasteland’s edges.

“LUNCHTIME.” The titan said in his booming voice. At first, Juno thought that she would be devoured, fleeing from the giant hand coming down from the sky. But it soon left, and when she looked to where it had been, a cube of raw meat and broccoli was left on the flat stone. She let out the breath she was holding. The titan meant that he was feeding her.

“Th-Thank you…” Juno said to the mind-bogglingly large man looming over her. She then made her way over to the stone and began digging in.

…

It had been only a week since Damian had gotten his pet Myrmidon colony. In that time, the Queen had laid dozens of eggs. Her tiny squeals of pain as she did were a little hard for him to listen to, but there was little he could do. And as he looked down on her feeding her larva, he noticed a pattern. She was only providing a third of them meat, and the rest were getting vegetables. Looking it up, Damian found out that it meant the ones eating meat would be warriors, and the rest would be workers.

“What would she need warriors for?” He whispered to himself. It was most likely that she was working on instinct, but he had heard of Myrmidon colonies being able to break out of their tanks and try to overthrow their owners. But he decided to wait and see how things developed.

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Juno looked at how much her daughters had grown, and she couldn’t have been more proud of them. Her children all worked together to form a genuinely remarkable colony. The workers, cute little darlings a third of her size, dug many tunnels, finding many stones that she taught them how to break down and use as construction material. And her strong guardians, standing at half her height, patroled their domain, looking for trouble-makers and outside threats alike. Juno was in the egg chamber, lovingly tending to her unhatched daughters, when a guardian came running in.

“Mother, come quick! The titan has done something to the surface!” The poor dear looked panicked, confused, and needing Juno to guide her.

“Remain calm, my dear. I will investigate this personally.” Juno strode through her domain, putting on a brave face for her children but being just as worried. While the titan had never harmed her of her daughters, but knowing that he could wipe them out with no effort made her wary of the massive god-thing. But all her fears were swept aside the moment she saw what her children worried about.

“What is it, mother!?”

“Is it going to eat us!?”

“Why does it have green bits on its claws!?” Some of the workers asked in panicked voices, pointing to a Bonzi tree the titan must have planted. Juno made a concerted effort not to laugh. This was new and strange for her once too.

“It is not a creature, girls. It is a plant, a living thing from the realm of my mother. And if it is anything like the ones where I was raised, then it will make a food known as fruit. The titan has blessed us as he always has. Rejoice!” As her children calmed down, others cheering, Juno looked up. And sure sunshine, the titan was overseeing all of this, and she made a respectful bow to the gentle giant.

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Damian had grown somewhat worried about his little world. The population was growing a little too rapidly, and they were running out of living space.

“Well, I can’t just tell her to hold it in whenever she’s about to lay an egg, can I?” He muttered to himself. He was warned about making sure he had enough room for the colony by the three months faze, but his work had kept him distracted. So he decided to look up solutions. The first one he found was to introduce a predator, he was a little unsure about that one, he didn’t want to murder the poor little things. The second was simply expanding the living area, connecting one tank to another with tubing. The website said that three standard fish tanks would be more than good enough to sustain a stable population of one colony.

“Ya, that sounds good, but I can’t afford to do the whole package right away. Oh, what’s this?” He again said to himself, a habit he would not consider unhealthy. He then noticed a solution to his problem, at least a bandaid for it.

…

Juno was proud of her children’s accomplishments. Books and clothes made from the grass the titan planted, delicious jams made from the fruits of their tree, and the tunnels of their mighty hive were expansive and sturdy. But if one thing was clear, it was that things were getting crowded. She loved her children dearly, but wished there was not quite so many. Then Athena, the guard captain, walked in with a somehow more stern expression than usual.

“Queen mother, the titan has expanded the realm. Another walled dimension like ours was placed beside us on the northern rim, great tubes that we could easily fit three guards at a time through.”

“Wonderful news. But then, what troubles you, my sweet girl?”

“When we explored the new realm…” Athena paused, seeming to be unsure how to respond. “We found outsiders.” Juno sat at attention. When it came to Myrmidon, strangers always meant enemies. Fear for her children gripped her heart. Did the titan feel that their numbers needed thining?

“How many?”

“Three, they claim to have been sent by the titan himself. Should I bring them in?” Juno nodded, and Athena obeyed. To the naked eye, the three standing before her would be indistinguishable from her children, but a mother knows.

“Who are you, and why are you in my realm?” Juno made sure to be as intimidating as possible, and it succeeded.

“W-W-We were sent by our god to yours… A-And from what I can see… You could use us.”

“What are you implying, outsider!?” Juno slammed her fist against the arm of her throne, making the three of them flinch. It took a few moments longer than before for one of them to respond.

“F-Forgive my sister, y-your majesty! What she meant t-to say is that we are experts in fields of science that your children are not.”

“Fore e-example, we noticed that there is nothing made of metal.”

“And though masterful, I-I’ve noticed that your stonework could be improved.” Juno was furious. To think some strangers would just come barging into her home, uninvited and unwanted, and insult her family! But the titan had sent them, so executing them for hurt feelings might not be the best idea.

“You will be allowed to prove your words. But if I find out that this is some kind of trick, you will all be torn apart and consumed! To the library with them, have our wise women interrogate them at once!”

“Yes, my Queen!” Athena then had the tree trembling scholars dragged from her throne room. She then rubbed her eyes out of stress, praying that the titan knew what he was doing.

…

Damian looked over the four tanks that made up his colony, and he couldn’t help but feel a little proud of how it turned out. The first tank was entirely converted into living space, the second into food production, the third to waste treatment, and the fourth into mineral processing and manufacturing. He was particularly proud of the fourth tank. Every empty soda can he had, was placed there and turned into tools, pipping, and armor. It took years of love and care to get the colony to such heights, and on his first try too. But then he noticed something; there seemed to be some sort of festival. He would lean in to get a better look.

“Oh, wow…” He was in aw. Some of the larvae were royal, three princesses and one prince. He was happy that his little pet civilization was happy, but there was a problem. More than one Queen would mean civil war, countless dead before the new one was crowned.

“Well… I suppose I should head to the chatrooms and see who wants some queens and a king.” Damian then went and did just that. It would take him some time, but queens were in high demand. He might even get some money for them. The king he knew he would make a profit on. Males were rare among Myrmidon, and he knew people that would give an arm and a leg for one. But as people responded to his posting, his heart sank. The birth of royal young meant that his first queen was dying.

…

Juno was in her bed; she found it hard to move in recent days. The titan took three of her royal children, much like she was all those years ago. Only now did she understand why, if they had stayed, they would have killed each other over her grave.

“I’ve brought you soup, mother. Cube meat and broccoli, you’re favorite.”

“Thank you, Persephone.” She took the soup from her daughter with her withered old hands. Her child looked on the verge of tears seeing how much her mother struggled. “Has the titan sent you a man yet?”

“No, mother, not yet.”

“Well, he will. Don’t you worry about that, if there is one universal constant, it’s that the titan provides.”

“I don’t want to talk about the future, mother. I want to talk about right now, about how your feeling.” Juno laughed a little at that.

“Ok, sweetheart, what did you want to talk about?”

“Are you comfortable?”

“I am the most comfortable person in the entire realm. How have you been, sweetheart?”

“I’ve been doing ok.” Persephone said in a tone that made it very clear that she was not all right. The two conversed for what would be the last time. Neither felt like they said enough or that there were even enough words to say. Juno went to sleep that night and didn’t wake up. The first Queen of the realm had passed.

…

Damian was a little sad, but not nearly as sad as the colony was. He saw and heard their cries of sorrow; it was a solid week of mourning. The workers had constructed an elaborate tumb for her, Juno he thought her name was. He was able to trade his male Myrmidon for another, and he had already done his part and died long ago. And even though the hive was producing new young, they seemed to be having a tough time moving on from their original Queen.

“How to lift their spirits?” He questioned himself, then snapped his fingers. Finally, he knew what to do. He then got onto his computer, looking up the logistics, pricing, and everything else he needed to make his plane work.

…

Persephone had just finished laying her first clutch of eggs. It felt like hell, and while she was happy that it was over, she lamented that this was just the beginning. She was leaning on two of her sisters as she stumbled to her bed, but then a guard came rushing in.

“Sister Queen! The titan he… By the offering rock, he… You have to see it!” Persephone waved one of her left arms limply, signaling her carriers to move her to the balcony. What she saw made her break down in tears. A giant statue of her mother, made of gold by the looks of it, had to be almost half a foot tall. The figure was of her in her prime, beautiful, kind, the spitting image of an all-powerful goddess of life. She could even read the plack at the statue’s feet from her palace.

“Juno, the first mother…” The new Queen read aloud through tears. The titan mourned with them, at least, that is how she interpreted it. She, like her mother, had lingering doubts about if the titan really cared. And somehow, seeing that he did, lifted a burden from Persephone. A seemingly immortal god, shed tears along with the rest of them. This grand gesture touched not only her heart, but those of the entire colony, and they made praise to the titan, for his power seemed only matched by his empathy for the mortal things he cared for.