Sinners.
They were sinners. All of them. All the gods, in their own big ways, were all sinners.
But none more than Apollo and Hermes.
Apollo had too much pride. He thought he would come to him, drag himself even.
Luke had the last laugh when Percy chose him instead of the god.
He had also been lazy. Along with his pride, he thought Percy would just come to him naturally.
But he didn't.
Hermes was too greedy. He was greedy of power, of authority his son had over him.
Luke still had the last laugh with him.
Both Hermes and Apollo lusted after Percy.
But they can never touch what is theirs.
Hermes and Apollo envied Luke.
They envied him for that he had Percy. And not them.
They were gluttons. They had all the power in the world, all the male and female they would ever need.
Except for one. One that will never be theirs.
Now they were angry. Furious even. Their wrath, they knew would be their downfall. It has happened before.
But for once, they listen to their conscience.
For once in three thousand years, they let their wrath fade away.
Step by step, they're reaching for penance.
I know the gods really didn't have to have penance, but as Chiron said, there's a metaphysical being too. So, who knows. Maybe there's a heaven for faded gods?
I disclaim. I do not own PJatO.
Sorry about the drabble though. Just got inspired and poof.