Yay, turned out I haven't died yet.
Anyway, this is a third-rated crossover story that will may-or-may-not be updated in the future, depending on how much I would be able to use the computer this year before the graduation exams began.
I haven't abandoned my first story, yet, I just... didn't get the inspiration to make a new chapter about it. So probably just treat it as being put on hiatus or something.
Like I previously wrote, since English isn't my first language, expect multiple grammar errors and slight(?) cringe. I'm sorry.
I don't own Dungeon ni Deai o Motomeru no wa Machigatte Iru Darou ka or Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
Chapter 1 - Rebirth of the Dark Queen's Son
Reincarnation (/ˌrēənkärˈnāSH(ə)n/) - Noun -
Also known as "Rebirth" or "Metempsychosis".
The birth of a soul in a new body.
· A person or animal in whom a particular soul is believed to have been reborn.
· A new version of something from the past.
That was the definition of reincarnation from the dictionary.
It is a concept shrouded in mystery and is still unknown to the world until this day.
No one truly knows its true nature. Not scientists, not philosophers, not priests. No one.
Is it real or simply fictional?
Is it a clue to discover the existence of the soul and a chance to research the worlds beyond?
Is it an idea that only exists in the myths and legends of old, used as a lesson about the nature of karma and morality?
If it is true then why does it even exist? What is its meaning and purpose?
Is the entire concept of reincarnation the second-chances granted by the gods above? or A cruel trick created by the hellish demons below?
Nobody's really sure.
Even I - A child of the Underworld - had only heard it from my older siblings and cousins, and even then, it was just just a rumor.
Now that I had experienced the phenomenon myself, I finally drew out my own conclusion.
I have absolutely no idea about this shit.
Let me introduce myself.
My name Hesiod Armistead and I was around 20 when I got reincarnated.
The former life I possessed before everything could be described as pretty ordinary.
… well, as ordinary as the life of a demigod whose life is constantly threatened by monsters could be.
Now, before you take out the straight jacket and get me to the loony-bins, let me explain this to you.
I am - or I was? I don't really know - a demigod, the offspring between a mortal man and a divine goddess.
The myths that you've learned in school are pretty much true and all the gods are real, or at least the Greek gods are, I don't really know about other mythologies like Norse and Egyptian.
Occasionally, these gods will have a short-term relationship with a mortal, resulting in the birth of half-human, half-god hybrids known as demigods.
And before you think this is something so awesome, let me tell you, it's not.
Being a demigod suck. Extremely and absolutely so.
It only resulted in you being killed in horrible and nasty ways, usually under the hands of monsters or because of the gods' personal dramas.
If your divine parent is one of the Olympians, chances for the monsters to detect and eat you whole will only increase by the years, especially if you inherited many of their divine powers.
And if your divine parent is a minor deity, well your chances of survival are barely beneath the Olympians', but still enough to live a normal life.
Most demigods don't live past their 20s, with the majority of the deaths belonging to younger demigods who don't find their way to Camp Half-Blood fast enough.
And those who do find their way to Camp Half-Blood will usually find themselves trapped inside the place - The safest place for demigods in the United States - and venture outside to fulfill their wanderlust desire, only to be killed by monsters shortly after.
Yep, it's surely great to be a demigod.
Anyway, back on track.
My life prior to the discovery of my divine parentage was quite simple.
My dad was the owner of a small apothecary in Chinatown, while my step-mom was an archaeologist. I had two younger half-brothers, both just started their first year of high school by the time of my death, I think. Geesh, brother of the year right here folk.
Compared to many people I know, my journey to Camp Half-Blood was pretty normal.
When I was around 10 years old, I accidentally summoned an actual ghost when playing the ouija with my friends, which freaked everyone out and led to my friend's family having to hire an exorcist to purify the house. My dad heard about it and when 'Nope!' before driving me to Long Island and put me under the care of an immortal centaur and a grounded God.
I meant, it is not all bad. After several weeks of an existential and parental crisis, I got claimed by my mother - Hecate, Goddess of Magic, Crossroads, and Necromancy - and the rest of my half-siblings got me under their wings quickly after. Since mother was a minor god and doesn't have a personal cabin of her own (that dumb), we had to live with the rest of Cabin 11, which wasn't so bad since it turned out dad was a son of Hermes so I automatically get some brownie points or something (talk about convenience).
The majority of my time at camp was spent either with my siblings, learning spells and potions and other witchery things that all Hecate kids should know by heart (as claimed by my younger sister Lou Ellen), or with the Hephaestus Cabin to learn how to create magical artifacts. To be honest, it wasn't too bad, I actually liked doing this a lot. From learning how to weave the Mist into various supernatural creatures and phenomena, to crafting charms and amulets for leaving campers as means of extra protection, to making potions under extreme stress every time a Capture the Flag is held…
OK, maybe the last part wasn't something I really like, but you get the point.
But still, for as much as I loved camp and the friends I made there, the fact I was basically imprisoned in this place "for my own safety" was something I couldn't accept.
Therefore, I brilliantly decided to leave camp and join a community college nearby, to start a new life away from the mythological world I've been too familiar with.
And did I succeed?
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, no.
Despite me having prepared for all possible situations, packing all necessities within my backpack, my weapon within reach, my magic fully raised to sense all monsters within a 100-meter radius.
And yet, I still died.
To make matters worse, my cause of death was… by mother's name, it's so freaking embarrassing.
The moment I reach Downtown Manhattan, for gods' know what reasons, I let myself become careless.
Did that mean some monsters ambush me? A deity who angered for unknown reasons and decided to do some random smiting to destress? The sudden awakening of the Titans who decide to bring the end to the world?
Nope.
It was a truck.
Yes, you read that right, a truck.
An ordinary red-and-white truck crashed into me headfirst as I was passing the street.
And as if dying of a mortal truck accident wasn't bad enough, the scene of the accident was a crossroad - One of my mother's most predominant domains.
Aaaahhhhh.
I could already image my siblings', both mortal and half-blood, faces by now.
I was even willing to bet all the 24 drachmas I had on me back then that Alabaster would be laughing the hardest. An additional 10 drachmas I hid under the Stolls' bunk that Lou Ellen would be the first to summon my soul back to question about my death.
Either way, I almost guaranteed that my siblings would cackle (yes, cackle. Hecate kids don't do 'regular' laughs, we don't really know why ourselves) at the cause of my death.
And I was prepared for that.
To have my consciousness appeared in the back of Cabin 11, in the middle of a summoning circle with my teary-eyes half-siblings surrounding.
To accept the fate the Moirai had woven for me and died before I could achieve my own adventure.
To melt away in the embrace of Thanatos and follow the son of Nyx into the Underworld.
But what I awaited never came.
The moment I opened my eyes, instead of the Recording Studio lobby like how the entrance of Hades was now like, I saw myself standing inside a cavern-like hallway, the ceiling lightened up like a plethora of illuminating moss.
Frantically, I looked around the room, trying to figure out where I was.
At first, I thought I was in the Cave of Avernus - The original entrance to the Underworld, there are several cases of souls accidentally transported there before - but that was quickly disproven by how 'lively' this place felt. I had travelled to the Underworld several times before, most chthonic demigods have at least once visited their origins, and this place did not feel like the Realm of the Dead. If anything, this place felt too 'alive', kinda reminding me of the Labyrinth underneath Zeus' Fist.
Looking down, I saw myself dressed in a traditional black chiton with a dark-blue himation over it. Judging by the rough feeling I felt underneath, suggesting that I was going bare feet.
"W-What?" I mumbled, my breath becoming quicker and quicker by each second, "Where am I?"
Then revelation hit me, I breathed.
Now, you are probably thinking 'Duh, how else will you be able to live?' but here the thing, I shouldn't be.
I should be an undead spirit by now - A perk of being a child of the Underworld.
We possess a greater connection to the world of the undead than the living, thus retain all of our consciousness when we pass away. We could see, hear, and feel anything we could when we were alive, but simply exist in a spiritual form and basically not living anymore. No need for sleep, nutrition, bathroom break, and more importantly - Breathe.
Shocked by this news, I quickly tried to calm down and focus on checking if anything was wrong with my soul.
A wave of pure magical energy - One so foreign and unused, as if no one even tried to use it before - rushed through my body and confirmed my theory.
I was alive.
"How-How is this even possible?" I quietly asked my soul "What the Tartarus happened to me?"
However, before my second existential crisis could settle itself, it was hit through the window by a fearsome roar, probably from a monster, coming from behind me.
Quickly, I fashioned myself a kopis out of the bountiful magical energy in the area (seriously, it felt like a magic-energy wonderland here) just to barely counter my attacker's ax.
Under the light radiated by the moss, I could clearly see the face of my new attacker, which only made me want to forget seeing it at all.
It was the Minotaur, or at least a Minotaur as I couldn't sense the diminutive, yet still there, divine energy woven in the Original Minotaur's existence, leading me into the belief that this was merely one of its' numerous offsprings. The most interesting thing I could immediately sense from it was how much it was similar to a Mistborn - Mother and our Hecate's kids' most favorite form of familiar - with its core located at its chest, hard and jagged, as if it was some kind of crystal.
Sensing my momentarily shock, the monster jumped out of my and prepared to swing its giant ax once more, intending to finish me off in one swing but failed.
The moment it moved, its head was decapitated by another person. Literally being cut off its neck in a single kick.
"Geesh, how annoying. Are you hurt or anything?" My savior asked, looking at me with his amber-colored eyes.
He was quite young, probably around his early 20s or something, and handsome too, I had to admit. His light-grey hair, the purple lightning-shaped marking underneath his left eye, and his entire outfit made him look like someone just coming home from a party, I thought (is this how people wear to a party? being stuck in a camp filled with teenagers in bright-orange T-shirts for nearly a decade would put you out of the fashion loop for a while… unless you're Aphrodite's kid).
The language he spoke was strange. Like a mixture between the English spoken with a heavy Japanese dialect with Koine Greek. Interesting.
Yet, the most notable thing I noticed was…
"So fluffy…"
"What?"
Yep, he had ears and tail. The kind one might see in Japanese animations, video games, or at cosplay conventions.
I thought I just saw they moved too, the ears twitched a little while the tail was swinging slightly. Might cause tons of time to make them this detailed.
Just how dedicated was this guy to his character?
"Hey, are you tired of looking at me like some piece of meat yet?" He said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Oh-Oh, sorry, I-I am just-eh…" I stuttered "Sorry for looking at you like that. Do you know where we are right now?"
He gave me a questioning look, as if wondering if there was something wrong with my head.
"Are you kidding me? How did you manage to go down the Dungeon's 5th Floor without knowing it?" He said with disbelief in his voice "Seriously, what do they teach the rookies this day that make them dumber than the last."
H-hey, that hurt you know. I didn't go down here on my own request, some mysterious forces made me.
"Oh yeah, the Fifth Floor. My bad, sorry 'bout that." I nervously rubbed my head, trying my best to look as innocent as possible "Soooo, where does this 'dungeon' again? I'm kinda lost at this moment."
The grey-haired man looked at me with annoyance, his eyes twitching a little bit.
Finally, with a heavy sigh, he pointed to my back and said "Just go back there a few hundred meters and you'll find a stair. Keep climbing up and you'll eventually reach the exit. Are the instructions clear enough for you, or do I need to guide your every step?"
Ouch! That was mean, I was just a lost guy you had an encounter within a dungeon, not your entire burden.
"OK then, goodbye! Hope to see you again!" I shouted as I began to run my way to the exit.
"I hope not." I heard the man mumble behind me. How rude. Just because you were my type didn't mean you get to treat me this way, you asshole.
As I ran up the stairs, the 'dungeon' became less and less alive, more like a beast held by hundreds of chains unable to move a single toe.
That said, the higher I went up, the stronger and purer the magical energy became.
It kinda reminded me of the bountiful magic that existed in the air on Mount Olympus actually, seeing as the gods naturally generate immense amounts of pure magical energy just by existing alone.
How strange.
As I came up to the highest floor, I met a room filled with people that scarily reminded me of an Anime Convention my brothers once dragged me to.
People dressed in revealing fantasy-themed clothing that would do little protection when fighting. Men and women with unnatural colored hair styled in strange fashions. People with animal tails and ears that seem to be moving on their own. The room itself looked like it was taken out from a Greek-themed fantasy movie, with pictures of gods and heroes slaying monsters engraved on the walls, and the ceiling painted a beautiful azure color as if the painter was trying to mimic the sky.
Walking through the sea of people, I discovered a mirror located near the entrance, and for the first time in the entire… 2 hours (I think) I was here, I was able to see my full appearance.
I was mostly the same, though my tanned skin had significantly become paler as if I hadn't gone outside for years. My hair was now reaching my shoulders and luckily still had that purplish-black color I dyed it in. The scars and bruises across my body were gone, my skin was now pale and smooth like a porcelain doll.
I started to think it was Lady Aphrodite who sent me here. The free make-over kinda gave it away.
But hey, let's not look a gift horse in its mouth.
As I came out of the building, I finally got a view of the place I was in. And ooh boy, I was definitely not in Kansas anymore.
The town resembled that of a traditional Medieval European village, the one commonly found in various fantasy books and movies. People of multiple different races living their life normally, as if there wasn't a dungeon nearby filled with monsters. As I walked down the street, I could see stands selling random products, from foods to accessories to even weaponry.
After a while of wandering aimlessly, I gathered some information about this new world that might be valuable.
The city was Orario and the building I exited from was called the Tower of Babel (same name with the tower from Biblical texts). Underneath Babel was the Dungeon (yes, with a capital 'D'), where countless monsters spawn every hour and carried within them Magic Stones, which could be harvested to create numerous equipment such as cooling fridges, stoves, and lighting (surprisingly modern for a medieval world). People who entered the Dungeon are the adventurers and possess greater powers than regular folks.
However, the most shocking news I heard was the fact there were gods in this land.
At first, I thought it was normal, that the people here worship their own version of gods and goddesses. Until I found out these gods shared the same names as those from my world.
From the Norse Loki and Freya to the Hindu Ganesha to the Mesopotamian Ishtar to even the Greek gods Hermes and Hephaestus (they used female pronouns when talking about Lord Hephaestus, weird), those were all the gods originated from my world.
Did that mean this and my home-world were…
Possibly, but there wasn't enough evidence to prove it to be the case.
Anyways, it seemed that the gods descended from their respective heavens to seek mortal enjoyment, sealing their divine powers away to 'feel better experience'. The only form of divine power they now possess is Falna, which they could place on mortal races to turn them into their 'children', granting them powers such as enhanced physical capabilities or magical abilities. A group of these blessed individuals was known as a Familia, led by their respective God and the most powerful/first member of the Familia. Apparently, these Familia were much less of a shared family and more of a personal company owned by the god, mainly used by their god as means of economic support, giving them money to enjoy their time on Earth.
Believed or not, I wasn't too surprised by this new information.
There were dozens of myths about the gods using humanity as their personal playthings. Legends that depicted them as hubris beings of almighty powers. To be honest, these kinds of things were a little too nice of them in my opinion.
And as I wandered through the town, I finally reached the ruins of what seemed to be a cathedral.
"Wait, if the gods are all down here, then what does this thing do?" I quietly asked as I took in the view of the fallen building.
It was too big nor too small, with only the front yard and the statues destroyed because of time. As I entered the cathedral, I saw the interior was mostly in-tact. Sure, the benches were mostly broken and all valuable objects had disappeared entirely, the room was sturdy enough to endure harsh weather. There were also several ideal spots to use as a cover when hiding from invaders.
Overall, not so bad of a hiding place.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps from outside and quickly hid behind one of the ruins.
Entering the building was a small girl, roughly 14 years old, with blue eyes and black hair tied into two twin-tails. One of the most notable traits about her was her large breasts, too unnaturally large for someone of her stature, dangling above a light-blue ribbon. And yet that wasn't the first thing I noted about her.
Surrounding her was an aura unlike anything I felt before.
Powerful, majesty, ethereal… All of those could be used to describe the aura I could feel from her. It felt so familiar, yet so distant, as if it was an eternal hearth opening its arms welcoming me back home.
Unknowing to me, tears running down my cheeks since gods know who, attracting the attention of the young girl toward me without my knowledge.
So yeah, imagine my embarrassment when a young girl tried her best to conform to me as I bawled my eyes like a baby.
I hated it.
I hated acting so helpless in front of someone I didn't know.
I hated that even seeing this girl might be one of these 'gods' and could possibly smite me out of existence at any moment.
Now, let just hope no one else came in and saw my current-
Well fuck.
Bell knew this day was an unnatural day, but nothing prepared him for the sight before him.
His goddess, Lady Hestia, was frantically trying to calm down a handsome young guy who seemed to be crying the whole time.
As he tried to back away from the door, the unknown man rose up and looked straight in his eyes with blood-shot violet-colored eyes.
"S-Sorry for interrupting. I will get out right now." Bell quickly said before giving a 90° bow "Please continue without me."
But before he could close the door on his way out, the man jumped from his place beside Hestia and rushed toward him, grabbing his shoulders in a vice-like grip.
Damn, that kid was fast, almost like a rabbit.
"No. There's no need to." I said, slowly releasing him from my grasp "I just don't know that this place already belonged to someone. I'll go find somewhere else to sleep."
"Well, you don't really need to." The young girl said nervously, but standing in her shoes, I'd probably do the same, "You could just live on the upper floor. Bell and I only live in the basement anyway."
Wait, seriously.
This girl would just allow a complete stranger to live above her as easily as that.
Didn't people have any knowledge of stranger-danger in this world?
"Oh, I don't want to intrude any more than necessary. I'll just be going."
"Don't worry, mister. The Goddess and I wouldn't mind you staying here above our room." The young boy said.
… Yeah, this place definitely didn't have the concept of stranger-danger alright.
"No, there's no need to. Seriously, I'm a guy you two literally met in less than an hour ago," I said, wiping the remaining tears out of my eyes "Besides, isn't there some rules about letting a non-Familia member sleep right near your Familia or something."
The young boy, Bell - I believed, based on how the goddess just said - went into deep-thought for a couple of seconds "Well, there technically aren't any rules but it just simply frowned upon."
"See, frown upon. Now, if you excuse-"
"Then how about you join our Familia? Then you'll have no reason to worry about what other people will say."
Wait, what?
"Yeah, Goddess is right. You should join our Familia sir."
Are you kidding me? Is it that easy to join the Familia of a god? Even a small one?
I-I couldn't even…
"Unless you don't want to, we aren't forcing you or anything."
Weren't forcing me?
I didn't know about others but I considered kicked and teary puppy-eyes a way of forcing people.
You two looked so sad and innocent, my consciousness would literally kill me again if I broke your hearts by saying no.
By the Styx, this gonna bit me in the ass so hard later on.
"…Fine then, you just convinced me. I will join your Familia." I said, trying to sound as honest as possible.
…
…
…
"EEEEHHHHHHHH!?"
Argh, my ears. I thought they might be bleeding.
"R-Really mister. You would join my Familia? Oh my us! It has never so easy to convince someone into joining before-"
Hey, wasn't this kind of acting a bit too close for people you just met? And what did you mean by this easy? Also stopped hugging me so tight, your divinity was beginning to suffocate me, I might not have woken up from such relaxation.
"Yeah, our goddess has never been able to convince anyone but me to join before," Bell said. I swore, there were literally flowers and sparkles appearing beside him, could he be a Mist manipulator as well but I just didn't notice it? "From now on we will be brothers-in-arm. Wouldn't that be so cool?"
I swore this was just like dealing with the younger children I used to babysit.
So clingy, yet so adorable, that I couldn't even get mad at them.
Great, now I started to miss those siblings of mine. I wondered if they ever noticed my passing?
After a few minutes of trying to loosen myself from their hug (trust me, it was that difficult), they led me down to the cathedral's basement to perform my initiation.
It was a small place, consisting of a living room/bedroom with a small kitchen and a bathroom in the back. In the middle of the room was an old twin-size bed with a ragged sofa that had seen a much better day. Now, I didn't know what weird me out more, the fact an abandoned cathedral's basement seemed to be so 'livable' or the fact their toilet actually resembled a modern toilet (I cried a little when looking at them, I thought I had to finish my private business outside the place. so scary).
After the goddess finished updating Bell's status (why did a medieval-European world have such RPG-like terminology anyway?), she told me to undress (not in that way) and lie down on the bed.
"Now, I will use my blood to engrave the Falna on your back. It might feel a little strange but please try not to move too much, or else I might mess up and weeelllll-"
"Yep, rogers that." No moving while the goddess was doing her godly works on my body. Okay, understand clearly.
As I faced down the bed, I could feel the goddess doing her work.
The coolness of the ichor spread throughout my body, bringing weird feelings I'd never thought I'd feel. I couldn't perfectly describe it, but it was… strange, as if her divinity was turning into needles to integrate itself into my blood, weaving their powers into my DNA. My magic seemed to react as well, but not in the way I thought it would act. At first, I was afraid it would reject it, reacting violently and thrashed the room completely, but that never happened; my magic was accepting her, almost like a child welcoming a family member back from a long business trip.
Soon, the feeling ended and I was left with emptiness, wishing it would be longer.
"Here, it is finished. Take a look at your new status." The goddess said with mild concern in her voice, as if she just found out about something irregular.
Oh gods, did something wrong happen?
Almost like sensing my worry, she quickly said "Oh no, the ritual went perfectly. It is just some of your powers are… unique. A bit too unique to be normal."
Eh, who cared about being normal anyway. Also, what was the deal with the RPG terminology?
Taking the parchment, I finally saw this 'status' of mine, and damn if this wasn't like it was written out from an RPG.
Hesiod Armistead
Level 1
STATS
Strength - I 0
Endurance - I 0
Dexterity - I 0
Agility - I 0
Magic - I 0
Development Abilities
Mage - Improves power, widens effect range, and makes mind usage efficient. Creates magic circles that support the magic.
Spirit Healing - Automatic mind regeneration. Begins regenerating mind at a small rate after magic use.
Magic Resistance - Decreases the damage received from magical attacks.
Mixing - Improves quality when creating items such as potions.
Mystery - Allows the activation of a miracle and creates magic items.
Skills
Chthonia Triumvirate - Triples the mind recovery rate when staying within dark places.
Olympos Divinae Logia - Increases the power of magic spells based on the length.
Naturalis Magia - Eliminates the possibility of gaining an Ignis Fatuus. Allows the conversion of natural mana in the environment into mind.
Filius Magicae - Breaks through the Magic Slot limitations. Increases the power of all magic items when being used.
Fatal Scent - Attracts rare and legendary monsters. Increases the chances to receive rare drop items.
Magic
1. Allos Kosmos Xorki - Allows the user to cast multiple short-chant/chantless/wordless magic that the user knows with great efficiency. The maximum of 20 spells can be performed before it required a three hours interval.
Only work with spells originated from XXXX XXXX-XXXXX.
Tis' the remembrance of the lessons of home
The teaching of my brethren, the words of the Great Teacher
Allos Kosmos Xorki
2. Kyrios Mageia - Allows the user to learn and use any magic used by a member of a Familia belonged to an Olympian God. Requires the user to know the chants and effects of said magic.
I call upon the name of my mother
Dark Lady of Three Moons, Ghost Queen of the Crossroads
Her teachings - I shall forever remember, the words of the deathless gods
The Magic of the Maiden, the Mother, the Crone
As her son, her discipline, her priest, I hereby summon thee
Authority of the Sorcerer, Domain of Witchery
Kyrios Mageia
3. Filii autem Nubila - Allows the creation of monsters that the user had killed in combat. The monsters will exist for 3 hours and will be as half as powerful as the original monsters.
From The Mist in Between the Worlds, I summon you to my side
Those I had slain, I had conquered, I had defeated, come forth and serve the victor
Arise, the children of the Mist, awaken from your slumber
Come, those born from the Dungeon and the Infernal Pit
Become my servants, my warriors, my loyal slaves
Come forth, I command you
Filii autem Nubila
Wow, this was definitely bullshit right here.
Based on the Goddess' expression, this was undoubtedly something that never happened before in this world.
Based on what I found out about the gods, as well as how much game-like this sheet was, it could be assumed that I was a hacked character in the role-playing game they were currently playing, possibly even one of the last bosses based on these skills.
To imagine what the other gods would act when they found out about me…
Brrrr, that got me the chill.
Now, all that I could do was hoping Goddess would be reasonable and didn't mention this to anyone. For both me and this Familia's sake.
"Congratulations Hesiod, now you're one of us!" Bell happily said. How adorable, I almost forgot this kid went down to the Dungeon every day to kill monsters "Welcome to the Hestia Familia, please take care of us!"
Yeah, that last sentence of his really shocked me right there.
This was just a coincidence, right?
There was no way that this Hestia would be the Olympian Goddess Hestia right?
The Goddess of the Hearth? Guardian Goddess of the State? Highest of All Goddesses?
That Hestia?
"Uhm, yes, yes, and thanks for the compliment, but not really" Hestia answered with a small smile. Wait, did she just- "No, I didn't read your mind or anything. You just said those questions out loud."
Oh Styx, I just fucked up didn't I.
"Now, Hesiod. As your new goddess, I don't expect great or over-the-top things from you, but what I do want is you to be honest with me." She said, sitting down on the sofa in front of me. Bell standing behind her, looking rather confused at the scene.
Couldn't blame him, I was confused too and I was directly involved with it.
"You see Hesiod, when applying and updating the Falna, the god would receive all memories of their child up 'till the point, from the smallest of actions to the most secretive of memories" She quietly said, her divine authority began to shine more and more, starting to resemble a terrifying forest fire rather than a warm hearth, though I didn't think Bell actually noticed it "So tell me, son of Hecate and Adrian Armistead, why does your Falna tell me you originated from another world?"
Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw...
"Language!"
...I was screwed, wasn't I?
Anyway, for some context.
The character is an OC Son of Hecate I created and the story took place a year or two before The Lightning Thief, so don't feel weird when he said or talked about something that will be changed later on in the PJO world, such as not all gods claimed their kids, minor gods don't have their own cabin, several traitor characters still being campers, etc.
And also, yes, Hesiod does feel attracted to Bete. But that doesn't mean he and Hesiod will be the main pairing. He's bi and there are dozens of male and female characters in Danmachi, I haven't decided which characters will he ended up with, or if he will have a long-term relationship at all, so please, put your recommendation in the comments for me. Pls. There are only two rules though:
1. No harem. I don't have experience writing romance and you want me to write a freaking harem, sorry but no. Plus, spending my childhood watching about Chinese harems made me afraid of the concept as a whole.
2. These characters aren't available: Gods (Hesiod learned enough myths and know enough demigods' past to know how relationships with gods often ended up), Bell Cranel (Bell will be like a younger brother to him, nothing more), Finn Deimne (There's no way he would be able to fight again a pissed yandere Amazon, equally, yet), Syr Flova (LN vol. 16 - just no), and Ryuu Lion, Aiz Wallenstein, Haruhime Sanjouno, Lefiya Veridis (sorry, I just ship them with Bell more).
Well, that's all.
Thanks for reading - Cảm ơn mọi người nhiều! φ(．．;)