My back ached when I woke up. The last thing I remembered was becoming the god of... almost everything. 'angels and demons' Well, that explained the wings.
I rolled my shoulders as I sat up and looked around. I was in a hotel room. At least, that what it looked like. It was incredibly fancy.
Before I could do anything else, the door opened. Nico walked in, arm in arm with his sister Bianca.
"How do you feel?" He asked me with a soft smile.
"Like I was hit by a truck."
They laughed. I felt my heart soar at the thought of them being together again. "Have you figured out how to control your wings yet?" Bianca asked, trailing her fingers softly over my wings. I shuddered.
"I kinda just realized I had wings in the first place..."
"Yeah, that was Hermes' idea. Something about transportation," Nico scoffed.
"So what am I supposed to do?"
Nico watched amused as Bianca sniffed around the room like a newborn kitten. "I don't know Jake. Something tells me you have to figure that one out yourself."
I groaned, but I knew he was right.
"Sadly, I didn't just come to hang out, Jake." I easiest my eyebrows. "My father is not happy. Too many people were brought back to life to become gods without his permission. The way I see it, he wants to start a war. Prove a point. I'm sure everyone expects you to do something."
I groaned again, something I seemed to be doing a lot. "So that's why they offered godhood again and agreed to my terms."
Nico bit his lip and nodded. "They seem to do that a lot."
"What am I going to do?"
"I suggest you talk to someone who knows how to win a war."
I knew just the person.
Ares.