Hello. My name is Hatesion, and these are the eight major complications in my life.

One.

My father has just determined that I will no longer be allowed to live under his roof until I learn my lesson. Pity, too. I'll miss the nonexistent company.

Two.

I am being sent down to Earth as punishment to live among the mortals, inevitably fall in love, and have my heart crushed when they die a few years later. This will, invariably and most finitely, happen, because Olympians are cursed with both a high libido and the inability to have unattached sex- meaning, whoever we fuck, we fall in love with.

Three.

I've already fallen in love, with a demigod. She's straight.

Four.

I am four hundred years old, give or take. I was born of two men, because gods are fabulous like that. I'm technically not supposed to exist. My existence itself breaks The Treaty.

Five.

I am enrolled at William McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio. There are two things that Lima, Ohio can claim: the highest crime rate in the US relative to its size as of 2006, and its oil production (which has since declined). The only mildly good thing about this is that Problem Number Three attends McKinley as well.

Six.

I am forbidden to use my powers on Earth under any circumstances. This means that if I die, I can actually die.

Seven.

There's a demigod resistance brewing.

Eight.

I'm not sure what I did wrong.

AN: For once, I actually know where a story is going when I start.

I know I haven't posted in a while. Roadwork is on infinite hiatus.

I have half of chapter two written, and so far, it's much much longer than this one. Think of this chapter as the prologue, even though it's technically not.

Also, I want to see if you can guess who Hatesion and her lover are. Yes, I did make up that name. It sounded Greek. Don't judge. We'll switch to mortal names in the next chapter, don't fret.

I promise I'll be able to actually update regularly until school starts again-which should be plenty of time to get this story rolling.

And as always, please review. It's like a lovely cheese pizza just for me, except through the internet, and not really comparable to a pizza at all.

Merry Christmas if you celebrate, Happy Holidays if you don't, and Season's Greetings if you don't celebrate any holiday.