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This was hand drawn on brown paper. I changed the contrast so the lines are more visible. \n\nhttp://www.furaffinity.net/user/artspam\n\nI am also adding a story to go with this. Written by Trick The Fox It only covers the first panel. The author passed away before it was finished sadly. I never shared this story before so I hope you like it. \n\nBegin.\n\nShe was the queen, and she knew it.\n\nIt was just such a shame that they built and constructed such a wondrous, beautiful, almost survivable city right in the way of her path, like they couldn't see fit to accommodate the needs of a gigantic, forty-mile tall goddess German shepherd.\n\nTo Hera, non-believers felt the same under her tread as warm sand.\nBut she couldn't let them go with such simplicity as sand.\nNo, they deserved the full goddess treatment.\nIt all started last weekend...\n\nThe Approach\n\nFirst, it was the smell. You could even taste it on your tongue, somewhat heavy; something big was approaching. It had a subtle feeling of dominance, the lingering feeling of guilt.\nLike you'd crossed an invisible fence.\nThe people of Westerton had no idea what was in store for them. The punishment had been decided in only a second. \"Kill them.\"\n\nWhen Hera spoke, it was as if a bomb-blast had gone off. The shock and awe of such an enormous, majestic, powerful creature's will had already obliterated them with just her will.\nShe alone had the right, the authority to casually execute such commands.\nThis is the way of the Goddess. Her will be done.\n\nSaturday's Arrival\n\nThen came Saturday. By now, the air was thick with the smell of dog. No longer lingering, it seemed to seep into everything. Clothing smelled like dog, no matter how many times you ran it through the rinse cycle. That lingering stench was always there, just to provide a warning of what was about to befall them. Cars smelled like dog. Even the grocery stores started to smell like a big dog, and no amount of Purina or Kibbles an' Bits would satisfy her.\nIt was about eleven o'clock when the air became nearly unbreathable. They all knew that something bad was about to happen. A Goddess does relish in being on time. At the stroke of noon...\n\nThe humans panicked, like they always do. Throngs of crowds, realizing far too late that their fate had already been decided, mashed their way through the once-bustling city center of Westerton. They didn't know what to do. They lacked guidance. Like sheep without a herder, chickens running around with their heads cut off, they were reduced to simple animal instincts, scurrying this way and that, more akin to rodents. A pest to be eliminated.\n\nThe Big Step\n\nThen the sound came. A booming, thunderous thud of a single footstep. It shook the ground, rattled everyone; some buildings even collapsed, unable to absorb the sudden concussive shockwave. The damage to the buildings was nothing compared to the damaged psyche of the collective human infestation.\n\nAny human non-believer left in Westerton would've wished they could escape at the speed of sound right about now. And then it came. She came. An ominous shadow befell the city, creeping into every last nook and cranny. The sun was not to be seen today; no, something much more glorious was about to eclipse it.\n\nThey tried to run, they tried to hide. The stench of fear and terror almost washed out the smell of the dog goddess. Almost.\nFor the humans in the city of Westerton, time seemed to slow down. All of them gathered in the streets, the alleys, the parks, aywhere they could be close to their loved ones while staring up at the enormous paw before them. Too late to repent. Time to meet your maker.\nThe pace of it all was what was most disturbing. All the citizens watched the Memorial Clock at Center Square. It didn't seem to be all that pertinent anymore. The citizens would have their own memorial soon, and it wasn't what they wanted.\n\nTick. Tick. Tick.\n\nEvery minute the looming sole of the German shepherdess goddess grew more and more imposing. It was torture. The humans had minutes to live, and they knew it. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nothing to do now but die.\n\nTick. Tick. Tick.\n\nThe Finality\n\nIt seemed like it took hours for the enormous shepherd to finally step down. The last few memories of Westerton were shared equally amongst who would otherwise be strangers. Humans were finally united in one brief moment, one brief moment of pure terror that bound them all together. Finally, their differences didn't seem to matter, which is what they were about to be reduced to.\nThe clock struck twelve, and all at once, it was all over. The meteoric, titanic paw of the gigantic German shepherd goddess had finally landed. Sweet relief of death for the humans that lived below her. They were not so much crushed as they were made to become part of the earth itself. At her size, there was nothing that could withstand such an impact. She made sure of that.\nThe goddess's sole was so broad, there were no dust clouds. The air simply had no time to get out of the way of her enormous foot. It was an imposition from a goddess, and that was impossible to resist.\nSome had gathered in the observation levels of the tallest skyscrapers. Buildings that reached to the sky, so puny, were an insult to Hera, as if they could even come close to her size. Those were the ones that wanted a quick death; they wanted to show they were the most appreciative of the goddess's sole. \n\nThey held their arms up, welcoming the crushing, final embrace of sweet, sweet completeness, complete with their goddess's foot.\nFor the humans, time seemed to slow to a crawl. The agonizing last moments of life, the seconds ticking by awaiting execution. It was a small step for the dog, and a giant catastrophe for the humans in the city. \n\nThey had more than enough time to evacuate their once-towering skyscrapers, the concrete edifices as hollow as their praise to the vengeful goddess dog. It all seemed so fitting. Empty shells, empty praise, shallow, worthless.\n\nA tsunami of debris rushed forward, where buildings at her heel had been demolished, toppled down upon their brethren. A cascading flow of hurricane-force winds, embedded with rubble, steel, concrete, jagged shards, wicked shrapnel whipping through the air and eviscerating those in the fray. Her heel finally met the ground. Obliteration was too soft of a word. Annihilation? Maybe... Atomized. There we go.\n\nThe onrushing cloud of extermination raced through the city, blasting out windows, blowing out storefronts, shattering feeble concrete, structural steel torn to bits by the tempestuous savage whirlwind of their own making. Like a nuclear bomb had gone off.\n\nA Macabre Beauty\n\nIt's a funny thing, how humans react when they know there is an inescapable ending. The way humans look so sad when they've given up all hope, and realize that nothing they can do will help them. It was a rare, special precious time in a human's life. To see death, and to witness it? Gorgeous.\nThe tallest buildings were obviously the first to bear the impact of her sole. Antennae bent as if bowing down to the goddess Hera. The glass of observation levels shattered, raining the people below with showers of shrapnel, but it was no matter. Hera was putting her foot down.\nSnapping cables lashed about, unable to withstand the monumental stress put upon them by the gigantic shepherd. They whipped through the air as if saluting. Just a touch of elegance to welcome their new goddess. Glass blew out from the highest skyscrapers. It rained shards of glass shrapnel above; not even the safest places would be spared.\n\nThey had waited for this day to happen. Trembling, unable to sleep, insomnia, dreams of the dog constantly occupied their thoughts. Millions of humans, everything they knew, everything they loved, every last memory was about to be extinguished in mere moments. Those on the observation deck of the skyscraper were truly blessed.\n\nThe first to die were those who would have welcomed her. Had she been in a more pleasant state, she may have granted them a position of worship. To serve and obey. Now the only command they had to master was 'be crushed'.\n\nAll of their civilization, everything they had built, decades of work, generations of people, all the effort, the expenditure, the work. So much work! Constructions of buildings that had taken years just to plan, let alone commence actual development. Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of humanity's effort. All wasted.\n\nThe tallest structure, proudly standing two-hundred stories, steel and glass, and probably filled with bankers and stock-market whiz-kids, was the first to go. It seemed as if it were beckoning the enormous shepherd. Obviously, a perfect place to plant her foot. Towers toppled. Skyscrapers no longer seemed impressive. They were rewarded for reaching up to the goddess's soles, just that much closer to the touch, to the finality. The end came quickly for the unworthy.\nIt was all over in a millisecond. Complete and utter annihilation, desecrating the land, permanently scarred in her footprint. This was an appropriate monument for those who didn't worship. The craters would be hollow and empty for centuries. She knew that the tiny little things would convert to her side. This was their natural habitat after all. They were only the first of the sacrifice.\n\nHera's Presence\n\nIt all seemed to take so much time for the humans in Westerton. Everything about the goddess Hera was epic: her size, her movements, her existence. Even time slowed down for those around her, as if time itself wanted to savor the moment. There was an omnipresent sense of dog. As if her foot existed everywhere at once. Dog. Dog? Hera. Hera was here. Hera was everywhere.\n\nThe air itself gave way for her ginormous godly foot. This was the passing of a goddess, after all. Her very presence was something to immobilize a person. Such a being of enormous power and grace, magnificent, monumental. The sight of her alone left many men breathless. Now, they would breathe their last.\n\nCloser, closer, closer came the enormous footsole. A dark, wicked black shadow enveloped everything. Everywhere, the creeping black shadow came, tracing its way along the sidewalk, engulfing vehicles, entire showrooms of new cars that were fresh off the line, eager for new buyers to race around the streets of Westerton. The supermarket was full as usual, with all the shoppers looking to save just a bit more, \"Hey, I have a coupon for that!\" It was check-out time.\nRow after row of human needs, stocked to the brim—shelves of now-worthless cans of peas and corn, cereal boxes, laundry detergent—all became deadly weapons with the airborne thrust of the air displaced by her foot. Showers of debris gushed forth through the walls, shattering them into more pieces of deadly debris. And no one was manning the Express Lane, how rude is that?\n\nThe vehicles in the parking lot, along with the trolleys and carts and the humans sent to retrieve them, were so small to the goddess's rough, hard concrete-like footpads. At this scale, tiny human lives could even fit between the cracks and crevices of her enormous footpads. Their very existence, or lack thereof, was defined by the grooves in the shepherd's padded sole. One small step for dog.\n\nBy this point, the debris cloud had coalesced to an overwhelming tsunami. Rubble and debris, displaced by the goddess's sole, crushed to powder, atomized for all eternity, down to their basic elements. It seemed rather poetic. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... the flecks and shreds of so much civilization, all literally turned to dust. But only for a moment.\n\nOne brave soul thought he could outrun the sole and was taking video of the event for their live-stream. More like, dead-stream, in a few moments. He sputters his last regrets of anguish for not worshipping the Goddess of Hera, but no one could hear him over the cacophonous wail of car alarms going off at the Westerton dealership. Live stream has ended.\n\nHotels, casinos, vast places of wealth and opulence, all the treasures that these insolent, disgusting humans worshiped, were being swept away by the enormous overpowering footstep of the massive German shepherd. Like they had lost a bet, everyone knows the house always wins. Even if it were a multiple-mile tall German shepherd, they were cashed out permanently. Hera didn't feel much more than a slight tickle on her foot when she stepped down.\n\nThere was no hope for the humans now, and many had begun to simply fall and cry out their last hopes and thoughts, their last words. \"Tell Cindy I love her. I didn't mean it to end this way. I'm sorry about the divorce.\" And then they were divorced from reality, as the oncoming shepherd pad came down upon them like the righteous wrath of all the gods in heaven. Nothing less should be expected from a goddess.\n\nHer toes fell into the suburbs, compacting what was a neatly trimmed lawn down to a quarter of an inch of finely compacted, instantly rockified granite. It was just fitting for her to leave an impenetrable cast of her enormous footstep, a monument for her powerful stride, a testament for how feeble the tiny humans' hopes and dreams had been. She set her foot down.\n\nThere was simply nothing left of Westerton after the goddess Hera had placed her print upon it. She did make gorgeous works, after all. The craters excavated from her pounding step would soon fill with water, with new life, a renaissance, a flourishing that would reflect her glory.\nSimply lifting her foot was another ordeal in and of itself. Though by this point, there truly were no witnesses for what ravaged the ultimate no-man's-land: the barren wastes, an entire city of countless lives obliterated within a second, a fraction of a second for a goddess such as Hera. The wind of displaced air whipped and scoured every bit of debris into rubble. Rubble into gravel. Gravel into pebbles. Pebbles into powder. Powder into ash. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.\nShe had sterilized the land, utterly, for new life to grow. There would never be a trace, not the minutest bit of evidence, that a city, a civilization, that millions of people had ever existed at all. All of it compacted, compressed, and hardened instantly beneath the sheer mass of a far greater being than even they could comprehend! Though it had seemed like hours for the humans in their tiny little unenlightened world, selfish and corrupt and unable to grasp the idea of benevolence, for Hera? For Hera, it was Tuesday.\n\nWorthington's Devotion\n\n\"Today! It's today! Did you get your ticket?\" This was a refrain echoed by many people across the city of Worthington. A sensation of jubilee, excitement, a festival-like atmosphere enveloped the populace. They were so eager to finally see the day, the day when the German shepherd goddess Hera would grace the city with her presence. And probably leave nothing standing.\n\nMillions of loyal worshipers had assembled in the city, so very many; everyone wanted to bask in her glory when she arrived and used them, of course, but that was the great fun of it all! The ground trembled long before the big behemoth dog goddess arrived. At her size, she was essentially her own continent, a veritable mountain of massive, magnificent canine, a walking monument of dog. There was so much dog to partake in before her actual arrival; the people of Worthington could smell her long before her actual arrival.\n\nThe dogs discovered it first, of course. They could smell their own most keenly. Their excitement spread through the city like wildfire. \"Oh! Oh! She's coming! She's coming, you guys! You guys!\" Happy, happy dogs. The citizens had constructed a massive edifice in her honor. \n\nThe Inevitable\n\nThe massive behemoth of the German shepherd goddess was upon them. So this should be a surprise to the guys here. Spires crumbled. Buildings exploded, blowing out windows onto a helpless populace. Concrete and steel that had been designed to withstand hurricane force winds, earthquake events. Hera was big.\n\nAntennae that reached for the sky, that were so much closer to god, they were truly observing the goddess' enormous sole. It made them feel happy.\n\nHer foot impacted the ground. Seismometers across the globe registered her presence like she were a seismic event. Hera was not so much a harbinger of transition... She was less a being, and more a force. An element.\n\nThe city stood no chance. There was simply no way that anything could survive. Her foot settled down into the graveyard that was now the city of Westerton. The earth seemed to welcome her tread, soft and comforting dirt, a warm happy feeling, as if the planet itself were thankful for what Hera had done. She had done a good thing.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Hera is miles and miles tall as she steps and sits on a city worthy of her.

This is comic commission by Artspam.  This was hand drawn on brown paper.  I changed the contrast so the lines are more visible.  

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/artspam

I am also adding a story to go with this. Written by Trick The Fox  It only covers the first panel.  The author passed away before it was finished sadly.  I never shared this story before so I hope you like it.  

Begin.

She was the queen, and she knew it.

It was just such a shame that they built and constructed such a wondrous, beautiful, almost survivable city right in the way of her path, like they couldn't see fit to accommodate the needs of a gigantic, forty-mile tall goddess German shepherd.

To Hera, non-believers felt the same under her tread as warm sand.
But she couldn't let them go with such simplicity as sand.
No, they deserved the full goddess treatment.
It all started last weekend...

The Approach

First, it was the smell. You could even taste it on your tongue, somewhat heavy; something big was approaching. It had a subtle feeling of dominance, the lingering feeling of guilt.
Like you'd crossed an invisible fence.
The people of Westerton had no idea what was in store for them. The punishment had been decided in only a second. "Kill them."

When Hera spoke, it was as if a bomb-blast had gone off. The shock and awe of such an enormous, majestic, powerful creature's will had already obliterated them with just her will.
She alone had the right, the authority to casually execute such commands.
This is the way of the Goddess. Her will be done.

Saturday's Arrival

Then came Saturday. By now, the air was thick with the smell of dog. No longer lingering, it seemed to seep into everything. Clothing smelled like dog, no matter how many times you ran it through the rinse cycle. That lingering stench was always there, just to provide a warning of what was about to befall them. Cars smelled like dog. Even the grocery stores started to smell like a big dog, and no amount of Purina or Kibbles an' Bits would satisfy her.
It was about eleven o'clock when the air became nearly unbreathable. They all knew that something bad was about to happen. A Goddess does relish in being on time. At the stroke of noon...

The humans panicked, like they always do. Throngs of crowds, realizing far too late that their fate had already been decided, mashed their way through the once-bustling city center of Westerton. They didn't know what to do. They lacked guidance. Like sheep without a herder, chickens running around with their heads cut off, they were reduced to simple animal instincts, scurrying this way and that, more akin to rodents. A pest to be eliminated.

The Big Step

Then the sound came. A booming, thunderous thud of a single footstep. It shook the ground, rattled everyone; some buildings even collapsed, unable to absorb the sudden concussive shockwave. The damage to the buildings was nothing compared to the damaged psyche of the collective human infestation.

Any human non-believer left in Westerton would've wished they could escape at the speed of sound right about now. And then it came. She came. An ominous shadow befell the city, creeping into every last nook and cranny. The sun was not to be seen today; no, something much more glorious was about to eclipse it.

They tried to run, they tried to hide. The stench of fear and terror almost washed out the smell of the dog goddess. Almost.
For the humans in the city of Westerton, time seemed to slow down. All of them gathered in the streets, the alleys, the parks, aywhere they could be close to their loved ones while staring up at the enormous paw before them. Too late to repent. Time to meet your maker.
The pace of it all was what was most disturbing. All the citizens watched the Memorial Clock at Center Square. It didn't seem to be all that pertinent anymore. The citizens would have their own memorial soon, and it wasn't what they wanted.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Every minute the looming sole of the German shepherdess goddess grew more and more imposing. It was torture. The humans had minutes to live, and they knew it. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nothing to do now but die.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The Finality

It seemed like it took hours for the enormous shepherd to finally step down. The last few memories of Westerton were shared equally amongst who would otherwise be strangers. Humans were finally united in one brief moment, one brief moment of pure terror that bound them all together. Finally, their differences didn't seem to matter, which is what they were about to be reduced to.
The clock struck twelve, and all at once, it was all over. The meteoric, titanic paw of the gigantic German shepherd goddess had finally landed. Sweet relief of death for the humans that lived below her. They were not so much crushed as they were made to become part of the earth itself. At her size, there was nothing that could withstand such an impact. She made sure of that.
The goddess's sole was so broad, there were no dust clouds. The air simply had no time to get out of the way of her enormous foot. It was an imposition from a goddess, and that was impossible to resist.
Some had gathered in the observation levels of the tallest skyscrapers. Buildings that reached to the sky, so puny, were an insult to Hera, as if they could even come close to her size. Those were the ones that wanted a quick death; they wanted to show they were the most appreciative of the goddess's sole.

They held their arms up, welcoming the crushing, final embrace of sweet, sweet completeness, complete with their goddess's foot.
For the humans, time seemed to slow to a crawl. The agonizing last moments of life, the seconds ticking by awaiting execution. It was a small step for the dog, and a giant catastrophe for the humans in the city.

They had more than enough time to evacuate their once-towering skyscrapers, the concrete edifices as hollow as their praise to the vengeful goddess dog. It all seemed so fitting. Empty shells, empty praise, shallow, worthless.

A tsunami of debris rushed forward, where buildings at her heel had been demolished, toppled down upon their brethren. A cascading flow of hurricane-force winds, embedded with rubble, steel, concrete, jagged shards, wicked shrapnel whipping through the air and eviscerating those in the fray. Her heel finally met the ground. Obliteration was too soft of a word. Annihilation? Maybe... Atomized. There we go.

The onrushing cloud of extermination raced through the city, blasting out windows, blowing out storefronts, shattering feeble concrete, structural steel torn to bits by the tempestuous savage whirlwind of their own making. Like a nuclear bomb had gone off.

A Macabre Beauty

It's a funny thing, how humans react when they know there is an inescapable ending. The way humans look so sad when they've given up all hope, and realize that nothing they can do will help them. It was a rare, special precious time in a human's life. To see death, and to witness it? Gorgeous.
The tallest buildings were obviously the first to bear the impact of her sole. Antennae bent as if bowing down to the goddess Hera. The glass of observation levels shattered, raining the people below with showers of shrapnel, but it was no matter. Hera was putting her foot down.
Snapping cables lashed about, unable to withstand the monumental stress put upon them by the gigantic shepherd. They whipped through the air as if saluting. Just a touch of elegance to welcome their new goddess. Glass blew out from the highest skyscrapers. It rained shards of glass shrapnel above; not even the safest places would be spared.

They had waited for this day to happen. Trembling, unable to sleep, insomnia, dreams of the dog constantly occupied their thoughts. Millions of humans, everything they knew, everything they loved, every last memory was about to be extinguished in mere moments. Those on the observation deck of the skyscraper were truly blessed.

The first to die were those who would have welcomed her. Had she been in a more pleasant state, she may have granted them a position of worship. To serve and obey. Now the only command they had to master was 'be crushed'.

All of their civilization, everything they had built, decades of work, generations of people, all the effort, the expenditure, the work. So much work! Constructions of buildings that had taken years just to plan, let alone commence actual development. Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of humanity's effort. All wasted.

The tallest structure, proudly standing two-hundred stories, steel and glass, and probably filled with bankers and stock-market whiz-kids, was the first to go. It seemed as if it were beckoning the enormous shepherd. Obviously, a perfect place to plant her foot. Towers toppled. Skyscrapers no longer seemed impressive. They were rewarded for reaching up to the goddess's soles, just that much closer to the touch, to the finality. The end came quickly for the unworthy.
It was all over in a millisecond. Complete and utter annihilation, desecrating the land, permanently scarred in her footprint. This was an appropriate monument for those who didn't worship. The craters would be hollow and empty for centuries. She knew that the tiny little things would convert to her side. This was their natural habitat after all. They were only the first of the sacrifice.

Hera's Presence

It all seemed to take so much time for the humans in Westerton. Everything about the goddess Hera was epic: her size, her movements, her existence. Even time slowed down for those around her, as if time itself wanted to savor the moment. There was an omnipresent sense of dog. As if her foot existed everywhere at once. Dog. Dog? Hera. Hera was here. Hera was everywhere.

The air itself gave way for her ginormous godly foot. This was the passing of a goddess, after all. Her very presence was something to immobilize a person. Such a being of enormous power and grace, magnificent, monumental. The sight of her alone left many men breathless. Now, they would breathe their last.

Closer, closer, closer came the enormous footsole. A dark, wicked black shadow enveloped everything. Everywhere, the creeping black shadow came, tracing its way along the sidewalk, engulfing vehicles, entire showrooms of new cars that were fresh off the line, eager for new buyers to race around the streets of Westerton. The supermarket was full as usual, with all the shoppers looking to save just a bit more, "Hey, I have a coupon for that!" It was check-out time.
Row after row of human needs, stocked to the brim—shelves of now-worthless cans of peas and corn, cereal boxes, laundry detergent—all became deadly weapons with the airborne thrust of the air displaced by her foot. Showers of debris gushed forth through the walls, shattering them into more pieces of deadly debris. And no one was manning the Express Lane, how rude is that?

The vehicles in the parking lot, along with the trolleys and carts and the humans sent to retrieve them, were so small to the goddess's rough, hard concrete-like footpads. At this scale, tiny human lives could even fit between the cracks and crevices of her enormous footpads. Their very existence, or lack thereof, was defined by the grooves in the shepherd's padded sole. One small step for dog.

By this point, the debris cloud had coalesced to an overwhelming tsunami. Rubble and debris, displaced by the goddess's sole, crushed to powder, atomized for all eternity, down to their basic elements. It seemed rather poetic. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust... the flecks and shreds of so much civilization, all literally turned to dust. But only for a moment.

One brave soul thought he could outrun the sole and was taking video of the event for their live-stream. More like, dead-stream, in a few moments. He sputters his last regrets of anguish for not worshipping the Goddess of Hera, but no one could hear him over the cacophonous wail of car alarms going off at the Westerton dealership. Live stream has ended.

Hotels, casinos, vast places of wealth and opulence, all the treasures that these insolent, disgusting humans worshiped, were being swept away by the enormous overpowering footstep of the massive German shepherd. Like they had lost a bet, everyone knows the house always wins. Even if it were a multiple-mile tall German shepherd, they were cashed out permanently. Hera didn't feel much more than a slight tickle on her foot when she stepped down.

There was no hope for the humans now, and many had begun to simply fall and cry out their last hopes and thoughts, their last words. "Tell Cindy I love her. I didn't mean it to end this way. I'm sorry about the divorce." And then they were divorced from reality, as the oncoming shepherd pad came down upon them like the righteous wrath of all the gods in heaven. Nothing less should be expected from a goddess.

Her toes fell into the suburbs, compacting what was a neatly trimmed lawn down to a quarter of an inch of finely compacted, instantly rockified granite. It was just fitting for her to leave an impenetrable cast of her enormous footstep, a monument for her powerful stride, a testament for how feeble the tiny humans' hopes and dreams had been. She set her foot down.

There was simply nothing left of Westerton after the goddess Hera had placed her print upon it. She did make gorgeous works, after all. The craters excavated from her pounding step would soon fill with water, with new life, a renaissance, a flourishing that would reflect her glory.
Simply lifting her foot was another ordeal in and of itself. Though by this point, there truly were no witnesses for what ravaged the ultimate no-man's-land: the barren wastes, an entire city of countless lives obliterated within a second, a fraction of a second for a goddess such as Hera. The wind of displaced air whipped and scoured every bit of debris into rubble. Rubble into gravel. Gravel into pebbles. Pebbles into powder. Powder into ash. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
She had sterilized the land, utterly, for new life to grow. There would never be a trace, not the minutest bit of evidence, that a city, a civilization, that millions of people had ever existed at all. All of it compacted, compressed, and hardened instantly beneath the sheer mass of a far greater being than even they could comprehend! Though it had seemed like hours for the humans in their tiny little unenlightened world, selfish and corrupt and unable to grasp the idea of benevolence, for Hera? For Hera, it was Tuesday.

Worthington's Devotion

"Today! It's today! Did you get your ticket?" This was a refrain echoed by many people across the city of Worthington. A sensation of jubilee, excitement, a festival-like atmosphere enveloped the populace. They were so eager to finally see the day, the day when the German shepherd goddess Hera would grace the city with her presence. And probably leave nothing standing.

Millions of loyal worshipers had assembled in the city, so very many; everyone wanted to bask in her glory when she arrived and used them, of course, but that was the great fun of it all! The ground trembled long before the big behemoth dog goddess arrived. At her size, she was essentially her own continent, a veritable mountain of massive, magnificent canine, a walking monument of dog. There was so much dog to partake in before her actual arrival; the people of Worthington could smell her long before her actual arrival.

The dogs discovered it first, of course. They could smell their own most keenly. Their excitement spread through the city like wildfire. "Oh! Oh! She's coming! She's coming, you guys! You guys!" Happy, happy dogs. The citizens had constructed a massive edifice in her honor.

The Inevitable

The massive behemoth of the German shepherd goddess was upon them. So this should be a surprise to the guys here. Spires crumbled. Buildings exploded, blowing out windows onto a helpless populace. Concrete and steel that had been designed to withstand hurricane force winds, earthquake events. Hera was big.

Antennae that reached for the sky, that were so much closer to god, they were truly observing the goddess' enormous sole. It made them feel happy.

Her foot impacted the ground. Seismometers across the globe registered her presence like she were a seismic event. Hera was not so much a harbinger of transition... She was less a being, and more a force. An element.

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