Okay, this is the first fanfiction I have ever written... And pretty much the first thing I have every written, so please don't expect it to be perfect.
Enjoy!
Hades stood in the ruined hotel, staring down at the place Maria's body had laid. He carefully picked up the remains of her purse, and looked at it painfully as he turned it over in his hands.
After the Furies had taken Bianca and Nico away to Las Vegas-along with her body-he was free to reflect on what had just happened. It seemed almost like a blur, it had happened so fast.
I could have saved her. The words were still echoing in his mind. Still completely infuriated with Zeus, bitterness filled every part of his body.
How dare he? Zeus thinks that we are all his little puppets, that will do whatever he says? Well, he's wrong.
Not wanting to hang onto the moment for too long, he returned to the underworld, as he didn't like to feel weak or helpless.
Meanwhile, on Olympus, Apollo was storming around the throne room-which was normally Zeus's job-screaming at his father. "Look at what you've done!"
Zeus gave him a challenging look, as if he were considering making Apollo a mortal again for a while, until he learned some respect.
"I did what was best. If the prophecy had happened because of those children, and I hadn't done anything about it, the others would be upset with me for not doing. It was the best possible thing. Besides, he wouldn't take them to camp," he told Apollo with complete confidence.
Apollo glanced at him sharply, almost shaking with anger "You destroyed my Oracle," he said, his tone full of loathing
His father simply laughed. "No, I did not. Hades did, and she is still alive. I don't see the problem," Zeus said, flatly indicating the conversation was over unless Apollo liked lightning bolts. (And trust me, he didn't).
The furious Sun God clenched his fists and walked to the end of the throne room.
Stepping outside and closing his eyes, he concentrated, pressing his fingertips to his temples. You will pay for this, Hades, his mind screamed.
Apollo opened his eyes, knowing that somewhere, the Lord of the Underworld had heard him.
And almost satisfied with that, he disappeared, leaving Zeus and the throne room behind.