A/N: I had originally intended to end the story here, but couldn't. I decided to split this chapter into two or three parts... mostly because I just didn't like the idea of ending this at chapter 51. I just don't like that number for some reason. I guess I'm just a little OCD or something. Anyway, this chapter is kind of short, but I hope you like it anyway.

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The next day was just one huge party, "huge" being used lightly. Just about everyone at Olympus was celebrating in their own way. Some fought for sport (Kenpachi and Yachiru winning several bouts), while others danced to music that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. The gods had even somehow set up a buffet table that had to at least fifty feet long overnight. Renji and Chad had to hold Ichigo back from attacking the ambrosia platter at the end of the table.

Ulquiorra stood out and away from the crowd, simply observing everything as it happened. This type of scene definitely wasn't to his tastes. Sure, he didn't want to have a dull life, but he didn't really enjoy parties. He turned and began walking, but stopped when he heard a calm voice call him. He turned to see Hades approaching him.

"I have been looking for you," the god said. "I have come to personally thank you for defeating the traitor Thanatos. That was certainly no easy task, I assume."

"I have handled difficult things such as that before, sir," Ulquiorra answered. "It was the least I could do after you returned me to humanity." The Lord of the Underworld nodded.

"That is an admirable, albeit sometimes dangerous mindset." The god and the former Arrancar were silent for a moment. "I have a proposition for you. A thank you gift of sorts, though it is one that entails much responsibility." Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow. "It is no small feat to have defeated the God of Death. And Thanatos's betrayal has shown that he is no longer trustworthy to hold his position."

"What are saying?" Ulquiorra asked.

"Ulquiorra Schiffer." Hades gave the ex-Espada a serious look. "I am asking you to become the new God of Death."

"What?" the former Arrancar asked with wide eyes. Had he heard the deity right?

"It is an offer that you can turn down if you so wish. Should you deny it, I will find another. Though, in all honesty, I sincerely hope that you accept." The god turned and began walking away, but stopped a few feet away. "Persephone, Cerberus, and I will be leaving by tomorrow morn. Meet us in front of the palace gates with your answer then." With that, the Lord of the Underworld left, leaving Ulquiorra with the rest.

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Khione was in a good mood. After everything calmed down, Rukia had pleaded the Goddess of Snow's case to the council, and had managed to get some lenience. The goddess's punishment was to spend the next fifty years in Olympus, and was not allowed to leave until those five decades were up, or if there is an emergency that demands the Goddess of Snow's presence. She wasn't really too bothered by it. She was just grateful that the council had been able to listen to her and Rukia's reasoning. The other traitors, Ares included, were all stripped of their titles and banished from Olympus.

She was now in the crowd, her once emotionless expression replaced with one of kindhearted warmth. Ironic, considering the fact that she supposed to be more coldhearted than even Hades. She was just happy that all had been forgiven.

As she drank from a silver goblet filled with nectar, she heard a man's voice calling her name. she turned and saw the still-shirtless Poseidon. The sight of his toned body made her blush and she turned away from him.

"Khione," she heard him say. She turned to face him, her reddened cheeks made obvious by her pale skin. The Lord of the Sea opened his mouth to say something, but closed it just as quickly. When he apparently had a thought-out sentence in mind, he spoke. "It's been a while since anyone's seen any emotion in you. That's probably my fault."

"Well," she said with an angry look on her face, though her blush remained. "You did marry another woman after all those days and nights we spent together. After all those times you told me that you loved me, you married someone else. Then I gave birth to your son, and was forced to throw him into the ocean."

Poseidon hung his head in shame, a sad smile on his face. "Yeah. I guess I should've come to you and told you about that wedding. If it's any consolation, I never really cared for Amphitrite the same way I care for you."

Khione raised an eyebrow at him. "Then why did you marry her?"

"Because Zeus ordered it. He said that only a sea goddess should be allowed to become the Queen of the Sea. He wouldn't listen to any other argument, regardless of how I put it." Khione's expression went from angry to sad at Poseidon's explanation. She had never once considered the possibility that it was an order for the sea god to marry Amphitrite.

"Does all that mean that you took care of Eumolpus, like I asked you to?"

Poseidon smirked. "What kind of man do you take me for? When someone makes a prayer to the sea, I always listen." He then whistled. A young man with dark hair and icy blue eyes approached them from the crowd. He was well-built, with a lean, yet muscular form. His skin was tanned to just a few shades lighter than Poseidon, who placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Khione, this is Eumolpus. Eumolpus, this is your mother, Khione, the Goddess of Snow."

"My mother?" the young man said with wide eyes.

"Eumolpus?" Khione said, just as surprised as the boy.

Poseidon chuckled at their reactions. "I'm sorry for keeping you two apart for so long. I was never able to bring you two together again." He looked up to the sky and sighed. "Well, I'd best be off. Amphitrite will really let me have it if she finds out that I'm spending time with my ex." He turned and began to walk away. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his arm, and was pulled into a group hug with Khione and their son. He seemed a little uncomfortable at first, but soon let his worries leave him. he was with his true family now.