He was being lulled into an unwary mood.
The attack began!
It was ruthless! They came at him in droves, never giving him time to think. His face whitened, reddened, turned blue.
Demo tried to think of the terms Zeus might use under such circumstances. They didn't come.
Zeus' old flames - angry, petulant, pleading, demanding!
Demo was caught off guard.
They informed him that they had an audience. Zeus plainly had forgotten to pass on the information to him. They waited impatiently for the promised audience.
Zeus had promised faithfully, to each and every one, a place by his side on the throne. Had promised the decision on this very day. At these words Demo hair stood on end.
What kind of fit would Hera throw at even such a suggestion. The heavens would split asunder from her anger! This problem had to be resolved, and quickly, before the return of Zeus and Hera!
Nereids and naiads, they came. Sea nymphs and mountain nymphs. Beauties from far off forgotten corners of the world, and others from nearby. All with one thought in mind - to claim that promised gift from Zeus!