The Olympians had given Percy his wish. They would, from now on, pay more attention to their children, and allow minor gods cabins. They were grumbling over some minor thing or another, as usual, and boasting of exaggerated acts.
Zeus was in the middle of explaining how he's the true hero of the day, when they all felt a disturbance in the throne room; another presence, not Olympian, and not demigod. Zeus trailed off, a look of unease passing his face.
Suddenly, a man materialized in front of the door, seemingly out of shadow, and started walking to the thrones. He was clad in black: black button shirt, black suit, black pants, and black shoes. He was adjusting his sleeve as he walked into the middle of them.
"Lord Zeus!" the man dramatically called out, bowing low. "I humbly request an audience!"
"What do you want, Momus?" Zeus growled indignantly.
"Aside from a kinder reaction? I mean, I've only been gone some five millennia," the primordial said, mocking heart ache.
"Out with it, Writer!"
"Fine. Geez. I want my children a spot in your Camp. Their own cabin, no persecution, you know. Like what you did with Hades," he requested.
"Absolutely not! You're insufferable and we won't allow you back!"
"That's not what I asked. I just want my kids allowed in your Camp, and no hate from you," he said, saying it slowly. "Now, before you argue that my children don't deserve a spot in your Camp, I've prepared a rebuttal. My two sons currently residing in the Hermes Cabin have, to put it informally, kicked some serious monster ass, these past couple days. Drove back the monsters from Brooklyn, and even earning the Blessing of Ares. Without them, Brooklyn probably would have fallen, and the other demigods would have failed."
"Is it true?" Zeus asked Ares.
"I may have subconsciously blessed the Cabin. They were fighting valiantly, so I just kinda took care of it," Ares said. "Either that, or the 'other one' did it."
"Fine," Zeus conceded. "But we're keeping an eye on them. Primordial demigods sound like a recipe for disaster."
"As long as get them their own cabin, and don't keep them on the watchlist too long."
"Are you leaving, yet?" Zeus asked.
"One last thing... Can I get my masque, back?"
"When Greece and Rome get along. Now, out!"
"Alright, alright, I'm leaving. By the way, you should trim your beard. It'll make you look more kingly, and less ragged," the primordial said, before melting into the shadows, disappearing.
Short, yes, but I'm compensating with another chapter immediately after this one.
~SoA