CHAPTER 7.

Previously on SON OF THE MOON.

Hades sat on his throne to his full height. His helm appeared on left arm stand.

"Come in Zeus,"

The sky god appeared in his pinstriped suit.

"We need to talk,"

The death glares exchanged between the two children of Kronos would have killed any being in the crossfire mortal or immortal. Dead or living.

"To what do I owe this visit?" Hades began determined to end this conversation as soon as possible.

"Your reputation for hospitality is by all means archaic," Zeus replied summoning a chair and sitting. All the while his eyes focused on his brother.

"Speak your peace and leave. Unlike you, some of us actually have work,"

"Peace brother, I did not come to wage war. I am looking for a man. An assassin of sorts doubling in other several practices,"

"I know a lot of assassins. They cause quite the traffic down here,"

"It has come to my attention that he has worked for you quite recently. Procuring two demigods, your children I suppose,"

The sky god had expected Hades to show the least bit of reaction. The Lord of the Underworld remained calm and collected.

"I always admired your courage. Your determination to fight for what you believed in. Your composure but above all honor. Thousands of years later all that stands before me is a shell of the man I once knew. Power has corrupted you. A man, once filled with love now drowns in paranoia. Without honor you attempted to murder my children who had done no wrong. Without honor you slew their mother and even now you stand before without honor me asking for the man I had save them,"

There was a fury in his voice but even more sour sadness. Zeus stared at his brother in shock.

"I stand for Olympus as I always have," he replied defensively.

"How was keeping me of the council in Olympus interests? Or handing our sisters seat to a petty wine god of any use?"

"She asked to leave!"

"To avoid conflict brought about by you and your selfish ways! Filling the council with your children. Forcing out whoever you thought was a threat," Hades roared in return.

The two brothers fumed at each other in mad fury.

"Why choose the side of one who is not your blood?" Zeus asked his voice controlled.

"Because my family has failed me for millennia,"

The sky god felt a weight drop on his heart. Looking at his brother he could feel the injustice served upon him. Abandoned to the depths of the Underworld. An outcast among his own kin. The elder brother who had stood by his valiantly as they faced their father. Not for one moment faltering in his step or showing weakness. Now a bitter man. Forced to hide his own children from his brother. To win his brother a different tactic would have to be employed.

"What is it you want brother?"

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The table was huge with platters of exotic food set upon it. The room itself was dimly lit with candles. At the head of the table the man had their back turned to them. He was clad in a fitting suit. This time he wore no hood but the shadows shrouded around him thickly enough to conceal his face. Artemis summoned her bow into her hand and fired without the slightest hesitation. The man grabbed the arrow out of the air with remarkable elegance.

"Arrows. Such ineffective projectiles. Surprises me why people are still afraid of them," he spoke in a deep voice that reverberated throughout the room.

"Step out of the shadows and I'll show you why?" Artemis said as another arrow magically nocked itself.

"Invite you to dinner and you shoot at me with an arrow. And they say my sense of decorum is rotten," he said turning to face them. Swiftly he hurled the arrow at Artemis who caught it and nocked it. The hunters drew their knives.

"I knew I should have brought more turkey. Other than its ruthlessness the Hunters of Artemis are known for their rather great appetite. Shall we?" he gestured to the food as he took his seat.

"We are not here for food," Artemis said. The man was unbelievably frustrating her. He was placid. Showing no emotion. Fear, anger none of those. The arrow would have missed any vital organs and she was sure it wasn't a miss. He treated her…normally. As though she were simply a simpleton not a goddess. A rather unwelcome surprise for her. She was used to being treated as a goddess. Especially by males. Before she could react the man snapped and she felt a strong wave of mist wash over. Were she any less a goddess she would have been dazed. The rest of the hunt fell to the floor other than Zoe who held her head painfully before looking at the man infuriated.

"What have you done to my sisters Perseus?" Zoe asked her voice fierce.

"Nothing much. A simple stunning spell they will wake with rather amazing headaches. But fine," he replied.

Did Zoe know the man? The thought crossed her mind with a painful sensation. They had been companions for millennia but even more so friends. And the goddess of the Hunt did not have many friends. How could Zoe lie to her or in this case withhold the truth?

"Zoe you know this man?" she asked shock in his voice.

"Sorry milady. I was not sure of whom he was, I needed to confirm it. He is the man who had saved me all those centuries ago," she spoke with sincerity in her. Relief flooded her systems. Zoe was a friend one who could not so easily be replaced. Quickly she'd remembered what Zoe had told her all those years ago. A man had saved her from the Lydian drakon with remarkable ease. They'd searched for him but called it off thinking him dead. But here he was in flesh, blood and tons of arrogance. The goddess mind ran a thousand miles per hour wondering how the man was alive. There were as many ways of gaining immortality as stealing a tooth from Ladon's maw.

Perseus she distantly remembered his name. Definitely not her half-brother. He was dead and she was sure of it.

Perseus strode over to Zoe who appeared to be ready to bounce. He fished in to his pocket and pulled out a small silk case. Artemis hoped he wasn't going to propose. Otherwise this would end up as a full-fledged fight. He instead gave it to Zoe who opened it and gasped. She pulled out a bronze hair pin. She looked at Perseus who snapped his fingers and she fell into his arms. Sensing no ill intent she let him watched as Perseus carefully placed her on the floor.

He turned to her. His face was for once not hidden. Pulsing silver eyes with streaks of emerald green. An unkempt mop of jet-black hair. A face she'd since only once in her immortal life.

"We need to talk, mother,"

There you have it the confrontation most of you have been waiting for.

Someone suggested pairings. I don't have one clearly in my mind but I've been thinking of Perlia but he is far too older. Perzoe would work but it's far too exhausted. Though if you guy want it. I'll bring it in a new refreshing way like never before. So do suggest pairings in your reviews. I loved the feedback on the last chapter. That is why this chapter is coming this early.

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