i've wanted to write something since the whole sdcc shenanigan, but i've been a little too busy with college and work that i couldn't. and then i had to watch the supercorp fanfiction writers all dying away, which i totally understand, but what the fuck guys you can't let them take us down like that honestly get it together

anyway, so now that i've had some time, and i've always wanted to write something related to greek mythology because i'm unhealthily obsessed with it despite being an atheist, here comes this load of crap that i spent more time than i should to research. even after all that research, i'm not surprised if y'all find this filled with flaws, but i did my best guys i did my best oh my god give me a break

anyway, read, ponder, and enjoy!

Bourbon.

She had never liked it. She found it distasteful, too much of a burn at the back of her throat, and it was shrewd. Never in her life had she understood why human beings found this particular drink pleasurable. After all, given her immortality and her many wanderings on this realm, she had had many a chance to get a taste of the many different alcoholic liquids that had surfaced, thanks to the mortals' need for escapism and endless imagination.

The point was: she didn't like bourbon.

And yet, here she was, sitting at a common pub in the middle of what they now call National City, drinking bourbon. Not because she wanted it, no, but because this damn pub seemed to have run out of other viable alcoholic drinks. As she took another sip, she grimaced, wondering how on Earth these people managed to keep themselves afloat when they couldn't even provide tasteful drinks.

She didn't know what she was doing here. She was minding her own business, keeping her identity low profile as she maneuvered her way through this mortal realm, escaping from her responsibilities at home as much as possible. And then, mind you, she came home and found a message laid out on her counter, informing her of a need to meet at this godforsaken pub.

She hated it when her considerably peaceful and routine life was interrupted, so she was of half the mind to not even come here. But when she was granted permission to descend, that permission came with one condition, which was that she would have to fulfill her duties if the situation called for it.

She could only hope that this task wouldn't be…well, too tasking.

It was when she was about to order another glass that she felt that familiar presence, and she couldn't help but scoff at her father's tricks. Yes, she could easily sense a fellow divine being within a hundred miles, but this presence was stronger, only because she grew up with this presence. And the fact that her father needed to send her could only mean that this wouldn't be easy.

Pretending she didn't know, she ordered another glass of bourbon with much reluctance, while devising ways in her head to try to get out of this. He made her promise to fulfill her duties no matter what, but that didn't mean she couldn't negotiate. And if there was anything she had learned during her time in this realm, it was to negotiate.

"Kara." She sighed. Here it was. She turned to see a red-headed woman, dressed in casual clothing standing behind her. The woman then slid onto the stool next to her and smirked as she commented, "Thought you hated that thing."

Kara scoffed again. "I also hate it when people barge into my house without my permission, Alex, but look where we are," she threw back in annoyance, though not without an inflection of adoration. The woman in front of her had to be the one thing she missed the most about home. Of course, given that she and Alex had pretty much grown up through their childhood, she knew that Kara wasn't angry at her, in particular. Kara sighed, twisting the glass in her fingers. "What does he want?"

Echoing her sigh, Alex raised a hand at the bartender and pointed at the glass of bourbon in Kara's hand, and then she turned to the woman she viewed as a sister, even though it was a consensus that the blonde was much stronger than she was. "I'm sorry, Kara. I wouldn't have come if it wasn't necessary."

The blonde only smirked, bringing the edge of her glass to her lips and taking a small sip. God, she really hated this stuff. "I bet he's not as sorry as you are." When Alex didn't say anything for the next ten seconds – she counted – her smirk widened. "Sometimes, I really wish I'm just a mortal." She put down her glass and returned Alex's gaze. "There's really no way out of this." It wasn't much of a question as it was a statement. Both of them knew well enough that there was no way Kara could get out of this.

"I'll help you."

"I'll need to know what I will need help with," Kara replied.

Alex smiled at the bartender when he put her glass of bourbon in front of her. Kara watched as she drank it, and smiled when she grimaced. "How do people drink this stuff?"

Kara chuckled. "The many wonders of human beings," she commented.

Alex muttered something under her breath, and while Kara could easily hear other people due to the fact that they were mortals, she couldn't hear Alex, because she was not a mortal. And then the red-headed woman looked up at her. "Hades has done it again."

"What exactly did he do?"

It wasn't exactly a secret that Kara liked her uncle. She made the mistake of exploring the Underworld when she was a child, and to her surprise, instead of punishing her, Hades brought her to a tour around his world, explaining the workings and rules, and he even extended an invitation for her to visit him anytime.

While her father was known to dislike his brother very much – otherwise he wouldn't have made him in charge of such a gruel world – Kara never did adhere to the unspoken rule that said everyone in the Otherworld was to never build an acquaintanceship with Hades, and went and did exactly that.

Alex never did understand why, and Kara was tired of explaining.

How could she explain that Hades was not as cruel as everyone thought? How could she explain the exhaustion in his eyes when he had to judge every time a new soul came? How could she explain the utter light and love that replaced the exhaustion whenever he saw his wife? How could she explain that his only will to survive in that world was the woman who had to leave his side every two seasons?

"We got word that he's sent someone to this realm," Alex answered.

"By someone, you mean a demon." When Alex nodded in affirmation, she continued, "and by getting word, you mean Hermes." At least Alex had the decency to look sheepish. "That son of a bitch can never keep his mouth shut."

"Don't let the Almighty hear you say that," the red-headed woman quipped.

"Please," Kara scoffed. "As if he ever loves his children."

"Don't let him hear you say that either."

Kara shrugged in nonchalance. "Hades sends people here all the time. He's never needed someone like..." She tightened her grip around her glass as she watched the swirls circling the walls. "I was never needed to take care of it," she changed tact. "So why now?"

"This one isn't any common demon. From what Hermes told us, he was always a wild card, even in the Underworld. Hades had always kept an eye on him – seems that he's only been keeping an eye on this one because he's saving him for a goal. And now, her father's brother dear has sent him to the mortal realm, doing god knows what."

The blonde's brows furrowed. That didn't seem like Hades. From what she learned of him over the years she had spent with him, the God of Death had always tried to keep out of everybody's business, unless his presence was necessary. Otherwise, the Almighty could be holding a birthday party, and Hades would kindly decline the invitation. There would be no reason for him to just send over an envoy.

"Hermes told you nothing else?" Kara asked.

"You know how he is. He's never been loyal to anyone, and he's always asking for something in return. And the Almighty is not willing to succumb," Alex grumbled, shaking her head in irritation at the ruler of Olympus. "Which is why he sent me over to tell you that he needs you to take care of this. Find out what the demon is up to, and stop him."

"Do I even get a name?"

"It seems that he's picked up the name of Alexander Luthor."

"Kiera."

She stumbled on her feet, easily regaining her footing, and hurried over to Cat Grant's office. Never mind that she was a goddess, she didn't think that even her father himself would be so brave as to spite Cat Grant's wrath.

And well, she would really like to keep her job and try to live as normal a life as she could, while also trying to fulfill her mission and get her father out of her hair as soon as possible. So, the lesser she pissed her boss off, the better.

"Yes, Miss Grant," she said meekly, pinching the bridge of her glasses up her nose – a nervous tic that she had made herself develop to throw off suspicion.

"I know I gave you an office, but you will be sorely mistaken if you think that you can simply take advantage of my generosity like that," Cat drawled in that lazy voice of hers, as if she could do much better than be sitting in the largest of what was literally the tallest building in National City. Kara blinked, failing to understand what she had missed. "I haven't seen an article from you in three days, Kiera."

"Oh, um, I –"

Well, she couldn't very tell her boss that she'd been spending the past three days researching everything she could on Alexander Luthor, making her slack on her duty as a journalist. It could safely be said that Alexander 'Lex' Luthor wasn't a hard man to find, given that his name seemed to be splashed across the front pages of every single technology- and business-related publication known to man.

"Don't stutter, Kiera. It is uncomely. Now, let me throw you a bone here. Lex Luthor has just landed in National City two hours ago, and he's holding a press conference in an hour."

Kara's eyes widened. This wasn't just a simple bone. This was the golden bone. She had been brainstorming ways to get close to Lex Luthor without revealing her identity and seeming too suspicious, and it was as if Cat could sense it.

She nodded with a quiet murmur of supplication before turning to head out the door, readying herself to find out what exactly it was about Lex Luthor that caused her father to need to summon her.

It was easy to bring back the personality of whom she used to be – a bubbly, happy go lucky, and generally optimistic goddess that pretty much everyone liked. The fact that Hades didn't so much as smite her for barging into his home said a lot about her likability – or what used to be her likability. It was easy to pretend that she was still that person, especially in front of Cat Grant, that girl who could never seem to pause her mind to give herself and other people a break from her thoughts, that girl who was too interested in everything, and that girl who believed.

She might have changed – she couldn't not – but she had also seen enough and lived long enough to understand the importance of acting when the situation called for it. If one didn't know her any better, they would probably think that the famous Kara Zor-El of the before was still the same Kara Zor-El of the now. She never set out to destroy that belief.

If people were still lookingto her name to seek for somegoodness in this world, then who was she to destroy that dream?

"Kara."

She jumped, closing the door of the cab harder than needed. And lo and behold, it seemed that Kal had decided that being a cab driver was an ideal occupation for today. She lowered her hand from her chest, and then went on to glower at her cousin.

"Shouldn't you be at the sea? Swimming with mermaids or something?" she grumbled. She had had enough familial visits to last her at least a year, or preferably a lifetime. "Your dad wouldn't be too happy to know that you're here."

Kal's eyes twinkled at her attempt of poking fun at his origin. But then he went back to seriousness in a matter of seconds. He revved up the engine of the cab he had probably stolen or something, and joined the cars milling about National City. It didn't escape her notice that he seemed to know where she needed to go, judging by how he weaved in and out of familiar intersections.

"Why are you here?" she asked cautiously, catching his eyes in the mirror.

"I know about Lex," he simply said. She tilted her head. This just kept getting more and more interesting. "And I know that the Almighty pretty much dropped the kill order on him if needed." She stayed mum, waiting for Kal to explain the actual reason he was here. "I need you to do something for me."

"What?"

"You can't kill him."

She raised her brows, more in surprise rather than disbelief. She had never planned on killing Lex Luthor, or doing anything to cause him unnecessary pain. However, judging by the way she had behaved ages ago when Ares wreaked havoc across mankind, she could hardly be surprised that Kal thought she would be capable of such things.

It wasn't as if she had a choice, but it wasn't as if anyone would understand. The things she did, the lengths she had to go to, the irrepressible anger that had burned in her chest, the sorrow that had rose at the sight of watching those mortals suffer because of Ares' jealousy – she couldn't just anything to anyone, not even Alex, which was why she chose to get away from all of them when it was all over, and heal among mankind.

"Why not?" She and her cousin were close, but regrettably not as close as she was with Alex. And she was rather curious as to why Kal would risk Poseidon's temper just to talk to her about a mere demon.

Her gaze darted to his hand, which had tightened ever so slightly over the steering wheel. When Alex had left that night, she had resorted to finding out the purpose of Lex Luthor's emergence into this realm, and bring him to punishment if need be. She didn't care much about his attachments, but now, it seemed that Kal had some attachment to the demon.

"I'm –"

At his hesitation, she cut in, "Kal, I'm under orders here. And as much as I am his daughter, we all know that he's capable of murdering his own children if he wants to." God knew she had lost too many unnamed brothers and sisters because of her father's philandering lifestyle and his wife's jealousy that she hardly ever controlled. She could only be grateful that her mother was spared and he left them alone as much as possible.

"Lex isn't just a demon."

"That's what I've gathered. My father wouldn't have summoned me if he is just a common demon," Kara replied, crossing her arms, her fingers ticking against the material of her button-up shirt.

"Kara, please."

Just then, he pulled up in front of the building that Lex Luthor was going to hold his press conference in. She uncurled her arms and shouldered her bag. Before she opened the door, she caught Kal's eyes in the mirror again. "Listen, I'm not going to kill him. Not yet," she added when she saw the hope in his eyes. "But you have to give me a reason as to why you don't want me to. I can't very well ignore an order from the Almighty himself just because you asked me to. It doesn't work like that. You know that better than anyone else, given who your father is."

He winced at the mention of his father, and she didn't feel sorry for him. After what Poseidon almost did to her before the war, she wouldn't feel sympathy for the man, or anyone related to him. And then he sighed, nodding with resignation in his eyes.

"I suppose I'll see you soon," she noted with narrowed eyes.

He nodded again. "Yeah, I suppose you will."

She opened the door, throwing back a, "Don't be a stranger."

And then she slammed the door closed, but not before she heard him say, "I'm not the one who's become a stranger."

Well, what else could she do but smirkhumorlessly at that remark?

Kara had always been grateful that she had chosen CatCo Media to be the place for her to earn her keep in, and this was one of those times. It wasn't until she entered the building that she realized she didn't actually have an official press invitation to get in, but the CatCo tag that she had clipped onto her shirt had done the job for her, and she was shown her way in in no time.

She watched the people mill about, gossiping and chattering about everything and nothing. Quietly, she sneaked to one of the front rows and sat down, taking out her notebook and tuning out the noise around her as she took in everything around her.

One of the things that she didn't like about herself was that she didn't have the usual Olympian ability to be able to sense supernatural beings that were not Olympian – as the human so aptly called them – like her fellow people could. Somehow, her superior physiology, even when compared to other Olympians, had suppressed the sensors that were born into every other Olympian, hence she always had a hard time wondering if there was a demon or something or other wandering the surface of the Earth with her.

But that didn't mean that she couldn't hone in on her training and spot the dangerous points in the room. And so far, all she could see was that the room was big, filled with rows upon rows of chairs for the press members sit down on. There was a large screen looming upon them with the LexCorp logo twirling lazily in the middle, as if threatening them with some impending doom.

She would have been afraid, but this was nothing compared to what Ares did all those years. Speaking of, perhaps it was time for her to pay a visit to her dear sister, who was probably the one of the few sensible Olympians she could find.

"Hi."

She blinked and turned her head to see a woman sitting next to her, clad in a simple black shirt and blue blazer, paired with a pair of tight leather pants and a newsie hat. Kara blinked again, slower this time, when the woman lifted her eyes and met her gaze.

She had lived a long life. Almost five centuries in Olympus, and two more in the mortal realm. During her five centuries in Olympus, doing her father's bidding, and watching her mother fall in love with a mortal and descend herself, she had easily grown tired of the politics and the animosity in that world, which was why she was so keen on descending to the mortal realm and spend her time wondering why her mother would choose to come.

And she wasn't disappointed. Yes, the mortals were seeded with darkness in them – she couldn't quite blame them, not with Ares' long term existence while the gods and goddesses had to hide to heal. But the mortals were also the most beautiful creation that her father was smart enough to create, despite his many misgivings, and she saw new things every day, striking her with humanity's creativity and boundless imaginations.

However, in human's way of crafting history – even the Amazonian history – they always made her father out to be a benevolent god, someone who made no mistakes. It was one of the things she found extremely annoying and tried to steer away from as much as possible. He was only the ruler of Olympus, because he was lucky and he drew the long straw, nothing more to that. He was a philandering male with little to no respect to the women – be she goddess or mortal – and he made more mistakes than perhaps all of the divine beings at the seas, the Olympus, and the Underworld.

Still, as she looked at the woman who had taken the liberty to sit next to her, Kara couldn't help but think that there was some truth to the humans' claim that her father did not make mistakes.

"I'm Lena."

Because Lena…had to be the most beautiful creature she had ever come across in this realm.

listen i know kara is a bit ooc but bear with me because she's a goddess and she's seen things and i know she's supposed to be really optimistic but she's seen things okay

i'll need you guys to point out any mistakes and tell me everything you know about greek mythology please please please i'm honestly not sure if i made any horrendous mistake that is entirely inaccurate in the greek mythology but also bear in mind that i have to tweak something to fit kara and lena into the story

oh oh oh and even if there isn't any mistakes or if there is like i really wouldn't know - anyway, do you guys like it? it's still the first chapter and i'm always really nervous about first chapters so please like if you do and maybe give me some comment because i'm always hungry for compliments

p.s. bless katie mcgrath for always being awesome and respectful the rest of the supergirl cast would never