AN: Not my favorite. Oh well. The Black Death - cheery, right? Ten drabbles in and no sign of stopping soon. Di immortales.
Nothing New Under the Sun
Third
It started with an argument, as so many things do. He can't remember what the argument was about, maybe dating, but somehow he ended up setting a plague on Europe.
Lords, peasants, children. All sick, then dead. Artemis sat silently, arms crossed; she wouldn't act until the situation was apocalyptic.
"Apollo," Hades growled. "Stop this. Do you know how many—"
He shook his head resolutely. "Not until Artemis admits she's wrong."
Finally, she did. Through her teeth and with half the Council holding weapons at her throat, but she did.
And hey, only a third of Europe was killed.