It was a cold morning on the Montauk coast. Two individuals sat on a bench looking anywhere but the other person. Silence reigned before Poseidon coughed into his fist.

"Well, I haven't seen you in a while, how's your day?" The god of the sea awkwardly asked.

"Good, you?" The Dead Apostle Ancestor responded, feeling equally awkward.

"Fine."

The silence stretched for an unbearably long time before Poseidon sighed.

"Let's just stop beating around the bush, why did you avoid me for 2 weeks?" he directly asked the vampire to his left.

"Excuse me, I avoided you? Every time I caught your eye, you tried to escape the situation." Rita angrily responded.

"Yeah because it was obvious that you needed time to yourself to think about what we are."

"Just spit it out Poseidon, you're a divine spirit and I'm an immortal vampire, we both thought the other didn't exist in the modern age. This entire thing probably should have never happened."

"Well excuse me for not thinking that vampires that came from the moon exist."

"I told you, our progenitor came from the moon, I was just a noble girl from medieval Europe who became a vampire."

Both looked at each other slightly ticked off. This aura of annoyance was broken slightly by Rita looking at her hands and taking in a deep breath.

"So when are you going to do it?" she asked with a tired voice.

"Do what?" Poseidon asked with genuine confusion.

"Kill me. Don't you Gods wipe out any monsters that kill your precious little humans?"

"What? No. Over the centuries we gods have chosen to remove ourselves from human matters, we only kill or order the death of monsters that have directly offended us or are a general threat to the world as a whole."

"Poseidon, do you know how many humans I slaughtered in my lifetime? How many lives I've ended? How many times did I feast on blood? You shouldn't act all friendly with me, you should despise me."

"Many of my children eat humans too, but that doesn't mean I don't love them. Just because it's a biological need doesn't mean I'm going to hate you."

Both of them slowly began to fall into silence, wondering where everything went wrong. Rita slowly walked forward and leaned against the rails. Poseidon followed in suit.

"We wouldn't be in this situation if we were more upfront on what we were" Rita sighed with her head in her hands.

Poseidon then came up with an idea. He turned to Rita with a smile.

"Y'know, you're right, the reason this entire thing spiraled is that we lied to each other too much. So let's start again."

Rita looked up in confusion. "Start again?"

"Start this entire thing again, no more lies, no more secrets. Here I'll introduce myself"

He looked towards Rita, with the right side of his face bathed in the light of the sunset. He smiled with the same grin that annoyed Rita, but this time instead of just exasperating her, his smile made her heart beat faster.

"Name is Poseidon, the Greek god of the Ocean, Earthquakes, and Horses."

"Horses? Really?"

"Yup, created them myself. Now it's your turn"

Rita looked exasperated but turned towards the god. Her natural pale white hair blended with the brown of the disguise to give her locks the effect of shimmering gold and silver under the light. Her rose-colored irises shined the afternoon sun.

"Rita Rozay-en, the 15th Dead Apostle Ancestor, sometimes known as the Rose Princess"

"Rose Princess? Rozay-en? A little on the nose I would say."

"I didn't give myself that name, the Church did."

"But you ran with it, so you must have some attachment to it"

To an outsider, it would seem like a couple bickering by the sea, but to the two immortals, it was them creating their new normal.

It was a late Saturday night, and in a certain bar, festivities bred. People were drinking their hearts away, chatting and laughing with friends, and simply enjoying the aura of joy. Far to the side were two individuals not participating, calmly sipping their drinks of choice.

"Why must everyone be so rowdy this time of year?" Rita asked while swirling her glass.

Poseidon took a glance at the partiers. "Well it's the holiday season, people are in the festive mood. Did you ever celebrate it when you were young?"

"When we were humans, my family and I would celebrate Christmas with prayers and a Christmas meal. Later on, it was a bit harder to celebrate a Christian holiday when the church represents humanity's hatred towards your species." Rita thought back with feelings of nostalgia. "You said that you had children, correct? Any little heroes among them?"

"Do you mean any demigods? No. My brothers and I swore that we will not have any more demigod children."

Rita looked confused. "You are telling me that you and your brothers swore off having relations with mortals. Why on earth would you do that? Wouldn't your children be powerful?"

"That's the problem. The last time we had kids, they started World War II"

Rita was surprised. "Are you saying that demigods are the reason humans had the 2nd World War?"

"Not entirely, but they led it. That and the fact there was a great prophecy concerning our children made it necessary for Olympus' continued survival."

"Oh my, a prophecy? Was it spoken in riddles by an ancient oracle who can see the future?" Rita said with a teasing grin. Poseidon, however, kept swirling his drink, thinking back on memories decades old.

"Yup 6 lines, rhymed in consecutive pairs. But the Oracle of Delphi was pretty young back then"

Rita looked legitimately surprised. "The Oracle of Delphi, as in a woman gifted with clairvoyance by the god Apollo."

"It's less of a single person in myth, and more like a role passed down the years. Either way, the prophecy was foretold, the Big Three swore against having demigod kids. This lasted for half a century, but that's a story for another time." Poseidon finished his thoughts before taking a sip of his drink. "Hey, Rita do you have any kids?"

"Nope. We Dead Apostles are unable to conceive children. Father is rather saddened that he will never have grandchildren to spoil."

The two finished their drinks, paid, and left the bar. They were standing outside of the bar, enjoying, what was to them, the slight chill in the air.

"Poseidon," Rita said, "Can you look at me for a moment?"

The sea god was confused before he looked at Rita's face. Before he knew it, she was directly in his face, with a hand on his cheek. Her eyes glowed an unnatural, yet beautiful, pink glow on the dark winter night. Their lips touched for a moment before she let go, and started to walk forward. Poseidon stood still for a moment before she heard Rita shout to him.

"Still going to stand there with that dumb look on your face? Are you going to come along loverboy or not?"

Poseidon looked at Rita with a grin before rushing to meet her.

Poseidon arrived at the beach, at his and Rita's usual meeting spot. Instead of seeing the Dead Apostle, he saw a note in her handwriting, with a message scribbled on it. While neat, it seemed rather rushed due to its simplicity with it only saying Come to the mansion. Something important.

Poseidon rushed towards Rita's home and knocked at her door. She quickly opened it dragging Poseidon in. She looked rather unkempt, with her hair in disarray. Her face showed conflict, but on what, the god did not know.

"Rita, what on Earth happened?"

"Poseidon, remember the night we shared all those months ago."

Poseidon was still rather confused. "Uh, yeah when we had-"

"Yes, yes. What did I say before we, er, started?"

"That we didn't have to worry, Dead Apostles can't have kids with other beings."

Rita took in a deep breath. "Turns out, Gods are an exception."

Poseidon's eyes widened. "You don't mean that-"

Rita looked tired. "Yes I'm pregnant, and it's possibly due to the ichor flowing in your body."