"Oh my god, SHIT!" were my last words before I plummeted to my death from 25,000 feet in the air.

As a professional skydiver, it was customary to have a regular parachute and a backup parachute. It was not, however, customary for both of them to fail on a single descent.

So here I was, free falling directly to the center of the Broncos' Football stadium with nothing to slow me down. Everything got closer and closer, until the manicured grass field filled my vision.

SMACK! -I hit the ground in front of tens of thousands of Denver fans at terminal velocity.

Darkness. Until I felt a tug in my gut and started floating away from the puddle of human flesh that used to be my body. The stadium went silent, then 70,000 people began talking at once. As paramedics raced towards my heap of bones and skin,

I kept floating upwards towards space. Up and up until I went into a cloud, but didn't come out the other end. Instead I appeared in a fluffy white waiting room, like the kind in a dentist.

"Death will see you now" spoke an elderly woman from behind the desk. She motioned towards a door that had suddenly appeared.

I felt strangely calm as I walked towards the thick mahogany door, which opened on its own. I entered the room, a modern office that wouldn't look out of place in the corner office on the upper floors of a high-rise office building.

"Sorry about that" spoke a pale skinned woman with dark hair.

She looked about 35, and had a very forgettable face. I felt as if I'd seen her before, but couldn't remember where.

"Wha-"

She had a thoughtful frown on her face, "You were never supposed to die. Someone must've tampered with your parachute"

I was confused. I had been a firm atheist my whole life, yet here I was with some chick who called herself death?

"I have a proposition for you Mr. Carter." Death cut in, interrupting my thoughts. "This afterlife isn't suitable for you. So we can resurrect you free of charge. Hell, I'll throw in a few perks to make your next life easier.

My head was spinning. I had died, floated into this weird room, met a chick named Death, and was offered to be resurrected with 'perks'?

Easiest choice of my life, "Fuck it, I'm in."

Death nodded, grabbed my ghostly arm, and threw me out of a window that suddenly appeared.

"Have fun!" I heard her say as I sped back down to earth.

As I flew down, I saw a city in the distance. When I got closer and closer I saw the Empire State Building, Sears Tower, and wait... two World Trade Centers? I sped closer and closer towards the city, closer and closer towards the Empire State building.

Just as I was about to hit it, everything went black.

Hera:

The Queen of the gods was in her bed, Zeus beside her, and Artemis in front of her helping deliver her baby. She hadn't known she was pregnant, but pregnancy for gods was always different. She pushed and pushed until Artemis delivered a squealing little baby, swaddled it, and handed it to her.

The baby was a male with thick, sandy blonde hair atop it's head and two different colored eyes. One eye was a striking sky blue and the other was completely black with a distinct white pupil.

It was unusual to see a godly child 'imperfect' but Hepheastus was the ugliest lump she'd ever seen.

Now, all she had to do was wait until the fates arrived, so they could find out what his godly domains were to be. From there, she could name the child something suitable.

Right on cue the three old women arrived. The tallest reached out impatiently, and she handed her son to the one of the fates. Their names she couldn't remember.

The fates huddled around the child, muttered to themselves and declared, "He is to be the God of Time, Stars, Deserts, Scorpions, Glassware, Fast-food, and uncomfortably long silences."

Hera couldn't help but chuckle at the ladder few. She was pleased that her child was given three powerful domains, and she severely hoped he wouldn't be a disappointment like her other sons.

"I shall name you Aleksandros" She told the child. "I just know you will be strong"

Aleksandros POV:

I hated my life. After my second near death crash, I was put into a cramped warm squishy hole. Then I was immediately pushed put into cold dry air. If that wasn't bad enough, I had no limb function, and was rolled up like a fucking burrito.

Sure, it was comfortable, but... wait.

I was a goddamn baby. I tried to thrash and scream but all I could do was gurgle and cry.

Finally, I succumbed to his fate and looked up. I was being held by a beautiful woman and was being stared at by a grouchy man with a big-ass beard.

My eyes felt heavy, and I promptly fell asleep.

Time skip 10 years.

I loved my life. I was a god. The newest born to the king and queen in over 4000 years. My main domain was also time, which fucking rocked. Nobody had taken up that mantle since Kronos was slayed by my father and uncles. Unfortunately, Mother was extremely overprotective. So, I couldn't yet leave the palace without being accompanied by her or Zeus.

I was taught languages, math, strategy, and science by Athena. Ares taught me how to use a every weapon known to mankind. Hepheastus taught me to forge weapons. Someday I'd make my own.

My father taught me how to control my domains. I could summon any type of fast food at a moments notice. It was great because Olympus didn't exactly have a taco bell.

I hadn't gotten my own temple yet. Athena had a design ready, but my parents still wanted me close. So, I lived at home. I figured I would move out at 18. I overheard hushed arguments between my mother and father. I could only hear little snippets of them, but 'infidelity', 'daughter' and 'tree' were commonly overheard.

I had learned in one of my lessons about demigods. They were children between mortals and gods. There was a camp for them to go in upstate New York. I also learned that the gods gave oaths not to raise their children or directly interfere with their lives. Oaths that I had not given, and would abuse when it benefitted me.

It was also a big shocker to learn that other pantheons existed, and we could interact with them. I decided to research them, knowing I was bound to run into another deity when running around.

Time Skip 3 years

I was running through the dense wilderness chasing a beast. I didn't know what it was, but it sure as hell ruined my camping trip in Yukon so I was pissed. As I gained ground on it I could see it was midnight black and furry. It was clutching my brand new YETI cooler in its jaws. I wasn't concerned about the cooler, but It had my whole supply of ribeye steak in it.

I readied my spear and threw it 50 feet to the back of the monster's neck. It just bounced off. The monster stopped running, dropped my cooler, and turned on me. It was a massive wolf, the size of a garbage truck, and was hardly affected by my celestial bronze spear.

I pulled out the last weapon I had on me. An eight inch stainless steel chefs knife. "Fuck!" It started moving towards me. It kept it's head low as it increased in speed.

As it was right over me, I hit the deck and stuck my knife up to slice its stomach.

Unfortunately the knife shattered into hundreds of pieces when it made contact with the wolf's skin.

The wolf ran through, and then turned on me. Again. I threw my knifes handle aside, and created a massive boar hunting spear out of sand. When the wolf ran at me again, I placed the butt of the spear against the ground and braced myself.

The tip of the spear went through the wolf's mouth, out the back of its head, and it's momentum was stopped by the crossbar that was halfway down the shaft.

"Impressive!" boomed a large man with shaggy red hair. "I had not expected one so young to take down one of Fenrir's children so easily."

I looked up, startled. "Who are you?"

"I am Thor Odinsson, god of thunder, prince of Asgard."

"Ass-guard? Never heard of it."

"No. Asgard. The realm of the gods." Thor frowned.

"I'm just messing with you man. Name's Aleksandros, greek god of time."

"I don't understand your joke, Greek. Everyone keeps making it, but I don't understand."

"Don't sweat it dude, must be a Greek thing." I didn't want to piss off the Prince of Asgard. "What did you say that wolf thingy was?"

"One of Fenrir's spawn." Big Red replied, "it is foretold that the release of Fenrir will start Ragnarok, the end of the world."

"So the wolf I killed was his son?"

"One of them, yes. I was hunting him down but it seems you got to him before me."

"Sorry?"

"Do not be sorry, you have done Asgard a great favor. Someday, we shall return the favor. But today is not that day. I must go."

He raised his hammer, and with a flash of rainbow light, he and the wolf carcass were gone. "Huh, you don't see that everyday." I mused. I collected my cooler, and began the journey back to my campsite.

You might be wondering why I was running around the woods in the Yukon providence in Canada. Well the answer was simple. I had gotten bored from all of the training and learning in Olympus and I needed a serious vacation. I didn't go to far from New York because I hadn't mastered my godly teleportation enough to go halfway around the world.

Besides, my father was mad at my uncle for having a demigod child. He also believed that that child stole his thunderbolt. The problem was that Zeus was always losing his bolt in the stupidest places. Hell, he leaves it sitting around the house all the time.

If anything, he was just pissed that his daughter wasn't a part of the doomsday prophecy. Olympus was tense right now and I needed a breather.

I thought back to my resurrection. I couldn't remember specific details from my past life. I had forgotten my friends, girlfriend, and family. I had retained general knowledge of everything else.

That knowledge was extremely helpful in my lessons with Athena. I picked up English, Greek, and Spanish quickly. Basic math and science were a little slower, but still ahead of the rest of the godly children.