Chapter 832 - The Underworlds are under attack.

Aphrodite was sitting on Vergil's lap as if she had just won a personal war far more important than any conflict between pantheons. She made no attempt to hide her satisfaction. On the contrary, she was completely happy, settled with one leg crossed over the other, her arms around his neck, and a small smile on her lips that revealed exactly the reason for her good mood. Vergil had called her "my woman" in front of Persephone, and, to Aphrodite, that phrase sounded better than any ancient poem ever written in her name.