The birth that tipped the scales

On Mount Olympus at the highest peak, a yell of pain can be heard as a woman in clear pain with beautiful brown hair and a flawless face stands next to a man radiating absolute power who worries.

"Why is she screaming? This isn't normal!"

Soon the woman's screaming dies down as a wail erupts. Grabbing the bundle of pure white hair, the man stares into the eyes of his newborn son. Whose already letting off power that would put all minor gods to shame.

Looking into his deep blue eyes like his own, but his son's are different. They seem to have a different allure to them, like they can see everything.

Although as the king of gods, he should be worried about his powerful offspring. He has a gut feeling his new and youngest child shouldn't be anything to worry about.

"Hera, what should we name him?" Passing their son to the woman now identified as Hera, Zeus sighs as he is met with a glare from his wife.

"You're so eager to name him so you can go off to fuck some mortal aren't you?" Not even acknowledging his wife's words, Zeus waits for her to name their newest child.

Staring into her son's dazzling eyes, Hera noticed that gravity seemed to shift around him.

Besides the fact that she technically isn't even touching her baby; a barrier separates them.

"Satoru, the god of motion and gravity." Smiling at his wife's words, Zeus flashes away in a bolt of lightning.

Staring into her newborn's eyes a little longer a sad smile graced her perfect face, as she noticed the immense resemblance her baby had to his father.

"Your eyes are far more beautiful than his, though." Standing up with her now-silent newborn, who reaches out to touch her nose with a toothless smile.

Noticing that she's now able to touch her child unrestrictedly, Hera smiles happily, "So he can control it even though he's just been born; it should've taken him at least a day to get that down."

Walking down the steps, Hera smiles at her nymph handmaiden, passing her son to her most trusted servant. Hera heads off as the child is brought to a bath to be cleaned.

While 'holding' the child, the nymph notices that she can't touch him, no matter how she tries. It's like there's a wall separating her from the baby.

'This will be an issue,' the servant thinks as she brings the newest god and prince of Olympus to the massive bath house.