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Chapter 1

Bartholomew of Sandwich stood on Mount Olympus in front of Zeus and Apollo. Zeus had an interesting expression on his face, a combination of boredom and amusement like he had just noticed an ant charging at him and was deciding Whenether or not to kill it or leave it as it was. Apollo was quite more distressed then Zeus. Apollo was usually a happy god. But now was not one of the times he would play one of his famously (bad) quick poems or haikus. The reason being was his son Bartholomew was quite angry and he feared Zeus would dispose of him at any moment.

Bartholomew of Sandwich, on the other hand, was furious and seemed oblivious to the dangers of being angry in Zeus's general direction. In reality he did indeed know the danger but at this point he did not even care.

"Zeus!" He raged. "Are you happy now? My wife is dead! My children are dead! My home is gone! I have nothing left! You could have helped me, you could have helped them. Why?"

Apollo fervently tried to calm his son "Now, now Bartholomew I know you are upset but one should always show proper respect to Lord Zeus."

Zeus calmly spoke "Listen to your father Bartholomew. With the lightning bolt I keep clenched in my hand I could reduce you to dust without even trying. Perhaps you should nicer to me."

"To Hades with that, what do I have to live for? Everything I love is gone. And it's your fault! I HATE YOU! BOTH OF YOU!" He all but screamed at Zeus and Apollo. "You may have the upper hand now but mark these words I will have revenge. You two shall pay for what you have done!"

There was a gasp from the two. No mortal had been so violently disrespectful to them. But then Zeus laughed.

"Oh that is hilarious!" he chocked out. "A mortal like you defeating us gods. Sure you may be a Demigod but just my true form will utterly destroy you without a trace. The idea is hilarious. Ha ha ha!" Zeus laughed at the demigod knowing full well that the demigod could do nothing. It would be centuries before another demigod would show Zeus the value of respecting their children.

Apollo, however, had the gift of prophecy and while he was mysteriously blocked by something from seeing the results of this exchange he knew it would not be good. He tried to say a warning but the sting of his son's words stayed. Even after so many demigod children it was still so sad when something like this happened.

Zeus finally stopped laughing, regained his regal posture and said to the angry demigod "Go. Never Return. While funny, your words were blasphemous and you are forever banished from Mount Olympus."

Bartholomew walked away. Unless you were looking for it you wouldn't notice anything wrong. Even if you were you would be hard pressed to describe how you knew something was wrong. Maybe it was the reddish tint of his skin, or the way his fists remained balled. Perhaps if you were really perceptive you would have noticed his body shook a bit.

Bartholomew knew one thing above all. He was going to get revenge. He didn't know how or care how but he knew that he was.

Most of the story will be in modern times but the first few chapters will revolve around Bartholomew.

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