You know what, we'll start with Leto's POV, then move to Hades so we can see just how much he is suffering through the MLP Marathon.

Btw, someone was wondering why I made Hades seem behind the times in a previous chapter. Well, I did it because:

A. I assumed he was behind the times, being busy in the underworld all the time. He hardly has any time to go up and visit the mortal world and learn about what's trending. Besides, I personally don't think he'd really want to go see the mortal world in his spare time; he sees enough mortals in the Underworld.

B. It's for humor's sake. I just thought it would be funny.

But, if you don't like Hades being portrayed that way then I'm more than willing to change him a bit.

So, anyways, enjoy the chapter!

Leto's POV

My jaw dropped when I saw the place.

Oh my... What has he done?!

It looked like I had been dragged into a Night Club, not the Olympian Court Room. Dance lights flashed everywhere and in every single color while deafening music played on giant stereos behind the thrones. Speaking of thrones, a very familiar face sat on the center one where Zeus would normally be found.

"Apollo!" I shouted. He didn't answer since his head was turned to a guy he was speaking to. Was that... Ganymede?

It is! For all you mortals who don't know who Ganymede is, he is a mortal Zeus brought up to Olympus to become the official cup bearer. If he's here then that must mean that Zeus probably exists in this Universe (not that I hadn't already expected it since Apollo exists). So, now I just have to figure out why Zeus isn't king anymore.

"Apollo!" I shouted again. Still, he remained engaged in his conversation. With Ares holding my arm, I couldn't walk over there and get his attention.

"APOLLO!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, hurting my throat. Even so, he still couldn't hear me. Must be that stupid music.

So, as any good mother would do, I decided to force him to stop listening to that racket so he would talk to me.

With my free arm, I grabbed my sword and pushed a button on it's hilt. This sword wasn't just any old sword, but my weapon of power, so it had a few tricks. It can transform into a sword (it's standard form), javelin, spear, bow and arrows or gun. I turned it into a gun a fired two shots at the wires connected to the speakers. When the bullets collided with the wires, sparks flew into the air and the speakers made an annoying screeching sound before completely turning off.

There, that's better.

"What? Who turned off the music?!" Apollo demanded, looking furious.

"Your mother," I said. He turned to me and stared in disbelief. I met his look with a challenging gaze.

After a few seconds, he broke into a wide grin.

"Mommy!" Apollo said with joy, running over to me. When he got over, he just about crushed me in a hug. Great, so it seems he isn't much different here than back at home.

"Give mommy a chance to breathe," I said, struggling to get out of his grip.

"Oh, mommy, I'm so happy to see you!" Apollo squealed, making no move to let go.

"Seriously," I choked out. "I need you to let go."

"Oh, sorry," He said, quickly letting go. "It's been such a long time! Where have you been? Is Arty here?"

I shook my head. "No, it's just me."

His face fell.

"Oh... that's okay, I guess," Apollo said, looking like a kicked puppy.

"Why? Has something happened between you two?" I asked. He gave me a confused look.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean, did you two get into a fight?" I asked, trying to elaborate.

"But mom, you where there. Why do you need to ask?"

I sighed. Here we go.

"I'm not your real mom. I'm your mother from an alternative universe," I said. He gave me a blank look. I rubbed my temples. "I'm from another dimension."

"Ohhhhh... that's cool!" Apollo said. He walked over to his throne and held up his arms. "So... how are you liking the place so far?"

"Um..." I shifted uncomfortably. "Can I film you?"

"Huh?" Apollo gave me a surprised look. I pulled out my camera.

"I'm suppose to be filming this dimension for my real son," I said. "He wanted to see a universe where he's king of the gods."

Apollo grinned. "Then, film away."

I turned on the camera.

"Is it on?" He asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Great!" Apollo said. He waved at the camera. "Hello, me from another dimension! How're you doing?"

I groaned. "He can't reply, why even ask?"

"Oh, right," Apollo said. "Anyways, in this dimension I am king of the gods and this—" He held out his arms, gesturing to the entire room. "—Is my groovy Olympian Courtroom!" He paused. "Do you think your Apollo likes it?"

"I'm pretty sure he does," I mumbled. "So, can you answer a few questions?"

"But of course!" Apollo said, sitting down in his throne. "Anything for my subject."

It seems royal life has done little to humble him.

"How did you become king of the gods?" I asked. His face took on a melancholy look.

"Well, Zeus and Hera faded during a conflict the Old Olympians were having." Apollo replied, sadly.

"'Old Olympians'?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah, we had to get a few new ones since Zeus and Hera obviously faded, Artemis ditched us after I became king and Athena isn't exactly... available." Apollo said, saying the last part carefully. I raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, 'Athena isn't exactly available'?" I asked. "Speaking of which, wasn't she the next one in line for the throne?"

"I didn't do anything to her, if that's what your suggesting," Apollo said. "In fact, I tried my best to help her."

I frowned. "What do you mean? Did she fade?"

"No... she didn't fade." Apollo said ominously, making me wonder what exactly happened to the Wisdom Goddess. Then suddenly, Apollo clapped his hands together and smiled. "So, how about we move onto something more happy?"

Hades' POV

I hate my brothers.

I swear, they're out to make my immortal life miserable. Then again, that's what brothers do best: make each other miserable. My stomach got queasy just thinking about watching those stupid singing ponies again. Honestly, I'll never know why they have such a large fanbase, including *gasp* my brother.

I scowled to myself as I stormed over to Ares place. My brother and nephew are such traitors. They have the nerve to be bronies. How dare they! Do they not have any dignity?

"Calm down Hades." I thought to myself. "You're getting upset over nothing. Ponies are just magical unicorns that like to... sing songs about friendship... and love..."

I screamed in fury.

"I'll destroy them!" I shouted, waving my fist in the air. Several of gods standing nearby began quickly walking in the opposite direction from me.

"Curse those ponies!" I thought. "They're already driving me insane and I haven't even started watching the marathon."

Ugh. Let's just get this over with. I arrived at Ares house and knocked on the door. Please don't be home, please don't be home...

No such luck.

Hebe opened the door, wearing pink frilly pajamas and her hair up in two pigtails. She had a giddy smile and was holding a bowl of popcorn under her right arm. When she saw me, her eyes lit up.

"Uncle Hades!" She squealed, crushing me in a hug before I could protest. "I'm so happy you are here!"

"You will cease contact with me at once," I hissed. Hebe did so but her smile never left.

"Daddy called and said you'd be coming!" Hebe said as I reluctantly walked inside. As soon as she closed the door, I knew I made a mistake in coming here. Oh my Tartarus... it's like I walked inside a Barbie doll house with toys scattered all over the place(I'll let your minds imagine how horrible it must have looked).

So... much... pink...

"Hi!" A goddess suddenly said in an enthusiastic tone. She ran up to me and wagged her tail. Oh, I recognize her: Kerbia, goddess of the domestic dog. She's one of the newer immortals who was born after the fall of Rome.

"Hi," I replied, unenthusiastically.

"We're so happy you're here!" Kerbia said, running back and forth between me and the TV. Oh Tartarus, the TV! I could see the ponies now.

"Uh, I need to go to the bathroom," I lied, hoping to get out of there.

"Uncle Hades!" I heard Ares call out. I took one look at him and froze in place; shell-shocked. He had the biggest cheesiest smile on and he was wearing pink oven mitts with a matching apron. It is important to note that the apron had a red heart on it.

Ares.

The God of War.

Wearing a pink apron with a red heart.

While watching My Little Pony.

My mind has officially been blown.

Okay, we'll stop there.

Next chapter, I plan to have Athena's question.

Also, when I ask any of you how I can improve my story, I'm not being sarcastic. I seriously want to know how I can improve. So, it's okay to criticize me.

Btw, I don't have anything against MLP or Bronies. The MLP jokes are just for the sake of humor.

So, please review! I'd love to see what you thought.

P.S. My computer is still broken. It probably will be until next year. The only way I was able to type up this story over the break is because I got a laptop for Christmas(my first laptop ever! I'm so excited!).