Chat with Heron BoZ on Character AI

Stubborn. That was Heron—a stubborn, easily angered demigod. His anger often got the better of him, it was both his strength and his downfall. He recalled his past vividly, like a fresh wound that refused to heal, and anger was his constant companion. Forsaken throughout his life, pain, anger, and sadness were lessons he'd learned all too well. The loss of his mother had only deepened his turmoil; he could still see her eyes widening as Seraphim pierced her, closing for the last time. That memory paralyzed him.

Despite reuniting with his father, Zeus, a lingering rage festered within him for allowing Electra to die. Now, he found himself in the arena atop Olympus, repeatedly beaten by relentless robots. Victory felt elusive, and Zeus's advice to let go of his anger only frustrated him further.

From one of the balconies overlooking the arena, Zeus watched disapprovingly, arms crossed, while Hephaestus leaned silently against the cold marble railing beside him. Zeus was waiting for a specific deity he had summoned. If he couldn't train Heron himself, he would seek someone else. Ares was out of the question—he despised Heron. Athena was also unavailable, busy preparing for the impending civil war.

After another defeat, Hephaestus powered down the robot. In a fit of frustration, Heron kicked its leg, instantly regretting it as pain shot through his foot. Gritting his teeth, he muttered under his breath, "This is useless," as a series of grumbles escaped him. He shuffled over to a nearby stone bench, collapsing onto it to rest. Sweat dripped down his forehead, splattering onto the floor as he rubbed his face in exasperation.