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Have you ever taken a bath in stomach acid?
No? Then consider yourself lucky.
Because boy do they burn like shit! Imagine if you only had scalding hot water in a bathtub with no faucet to turn off.
That's what this is. I'm lucky my skin doesn't immediately melt off my bones, lest I look like one of my uncle's minions.
But that's the life inside of your Father's digestive tract.
Ignoring the smell of Taco Tuesday, I once again observed my living conditions.
The divine stomach lining that acted as my prison walls surround me at every twist and turn. It was almost maddening if one were to spend the entirety of their time stuck inside a stomach like this, bored out of their mind.
The corrosive acid didn't help that much either, any food statue I made would be digested within minutes. I even managed to make a boat to sail across the acidic seas, yet it too was taken from me, just like my freedom.
Looking into the reflective liquid, I saw myself staring down at it.
Jet black hair that went down to my shoulders, had several bangs that hung in front of my stormy argent-colored eyes. Defined facial features did nothing for me in this fleshy captivity.
The acid while annoying, did burn off any excess fat, leaving me with the body fat percentile of an athlete in exchange. Genes handled the chiseled physique, however.
And clothes? Might I ask, what clothes? Do you think there's anything resistant enough to wear? Out the womb naked, and naked I shall stay. Let's not talk about the problems the third leg brings me.
Maybe if he swallowed some chewing gum by accident, my plight would be solved.
A sorry existence it was, but all was not as grim as it could be, for at least I had my mother.
She had gotten used to the acid baths, which was a miraculous feat within itself considering how low on the pH scale stomach acid rated, let alone goldy stomach acid.
And she was relatively calm about her situation, never really talking about it that much. Not that there was much to talk about besides the cruel fate of being a perpetual undigested piece of food.
Honestly, I was kind of impressed she managed to stay so collected for Chaos knows how long. Always murmuring something about her plans, and how she'd pay back my Father in spades.
Her auburn hair had been soaked in acid, hanging down her upper back. She too was completely naked, her form as beautiful as a boy could see his mother, yet I did not dare to cross that line that would deem me and Oedipus have more similarities than I would be comfortable with.
She would glance at me ever so often, just to make sure I didn't wander too far off from her with her piercing silver eyes that would immediately catch my attention.
"Argentos! Could you assist me with something?" She called my name, with her voice being on the softer of things. Yet her face bolstered a more cold and calculative glance.
"Yes, Mother." Answering, I swam my way to shore.
Although painful, I was quick in coming to shore. My swimming skills were something to be proud of, or that's what my mother would tell me. Personally, I think I got this from when I still had a tail if you catch my drift.
Emerging from the acid, I walked upon a stable large mass of ambrosia that she had constructed herself.
My frame was sopping wet as I walked towards her. She looked me up and down, before coughing into her hand.
"I've seen puberty has treated you quite well, my son." My mother complimented me, looking away awkwardly.
"Really? I don't see it." I shrugged the compliment away. "You always did remind me I was a handsome boy." I grinned at her.
"Oh, stop it. Don't get sidetracked yet, Argentos." She got the conversation back on track with a roll of her eyes.
"I need you to climb up the esophagus and see if your Father's eaten anything that might give him acid reflux." She tasked me with watch duty.
"Ugh. I despise it when he does that. Turns the place into a hellhole, if you ask me." I grumbled. Mother shared the sentiment with a grimace of her own.
"I know son, but soon we will be out of here." She recited her hope that statement as bright as ever.
"I believe you, Mother. But when I get out of here, the first thing I'm going to do is pour wine and mustard down his throat." I plotted a throwback.
"They don't drink at the time that we're going to escape, son." Mother put a stump in my epic prank.
"Aww... Well, I'm going up." I told her, before concentrating on the balls of my feet.
The air around me acted as a physical platform, as it slowly lifted me from the ground. Around me, the air itself moved around my body, allowing the action of flight to be executed.
"See you later, Mother." I waved down at her, and she waved back whilst looking up before her face slightly lit up, looking away again.
"Pfft." I snorted at her reaction. Ever since I matured, she's been making that face from time to time now. Maybe it IS about time we left here or else things are gonna get awkward between us.
Floating up the throat of my Father, I stared up into the darkness that was his throat. Usually, it was a coin toss as to whether a chunk of food would blindside me, but luckily I came up with a countermeasure for that scenario.
Speaking of food, looked as if the old man himself was gorging since some chewed-up ambrosia was heading my way.
Focusing my mind, I caused the wind around me to circulate my body clockwise and counterclockwise on my right and left respectively. This in turn created a vortex of wind that ripped the chunk into shreds.
Disabling the vortex, I conserved my energy and pressed on. The light at the end of the proverbial tunnel was fast approaching, especially with the exhalation of my Father providing a convenient updraft to ascend with.
"Yeesh. I can smell his breath from down here. Take a mint." I crinkled my face at the smell. That was not an over-exaggeration, I really could. Some mouthwash would do wonders for the guy.
Coming from somebody who takes vomit baths, I see no flaw in my astute observation of grossness.
Ascending past the mouth, I entered the nasal cavity of the deity that I occupied. Grabbing onto a fleshy ledge, I pulled myself into the nose of my Father. Army crawling underneath nose hairs, I concentrated yet again after taking a mighty breath and used the wind around me to force it away.
This action created a vacuum that made me virtually undetectable in the realms of sound and smell, not to make my Father notice me right under his nose.
Well, in his nose.
I slowed in the speed of my crawling, reaching the end of my journey as I peered into the light of the outside world.
Wincing, the blinding sensations of my pupils adjusting momentarily blinded me. But as I regained the gift of sight, I was met with a dining table.
A really, really LARGE dining table, accompanied by large deposits of ambrosia and nectar. Fancy forks, knives, plates, tablecloths, the whole shebang.
Multiple people were sitting by the table, eating their godly sustenance, but I couldn't make out their faces from a distance but could tell some defining features.
The one to his immediate left was a blurred woman that wore a peacock-colored dress. Most likely the sister-wife of his Father, Hera.
To his left, he saw a blurry man in a Hawaiian shirt, and some khakis with what appeared to be a bucket hat who was most likely his uncle, Poseidon.
On Hera's left, was a woman in a bright green dress, that had a crown of corn leaves. Aunt Demeter, if I recall.
On Poseidon's right, was a little girl who radiated the warmth of a hearth, young in appearance with mousy hair. Aunt Hestia's presence could be felt, even behind a nose hair.
To the leftmost of the table was a blonde man wearing what seemed to be a laurel wreath. Apollo was sat there for sure.
And to the rightmost, a woman with auburn hair in a ponytail and some hunter clothes had the opposite effect of the sun god. Artemis, no doubt.
Next to the god of medicine and opposite the wheat-obsessed deity, curly black hair and sort of elfish features allowed me to identify Hermes talking to his brother.
Said sibling was dressed in a leather jacket with shades that had glowing eyes with a crew cut that could easily be pointed out as the warmonger, Ares.
To the side of the leader of the Huntresses and opposite the warmest goddess, was a woman with long brown hair and a grey-colored dress as she spoke to the two, Athena wasn't the hardest to spot.
Next to her, sat a deformed man who showed little interest besides eating his food, with a small gadget on the table, indiscernible from my distance. I see Hephaestus with my little eyes.
Last and definitely not least, someone undoubtedly attractive was sitting next to the warrior god, as she was talking to the other goddesses, probably about something trivial.
Describing her was difficult for me since she was changing her appearance according to filters on her socials and that alone was enough to identify Aphrodite.
Too bad she probably had more STDs than brain cells, or else she could've possibly been attractive to me.
Mom told me to stay away from women like her.
Shaking my head, I got back to the mission. Looking down, I saw the usual that Dad had, meaning the internal weather forecast looked bearable for now. With that being said, I deemed my mission complete and headed back into the depths of my father's nose.
Crawling back, I pulled myself over the edge of the nasal cavity and swan-dived into the gullet.
Another piece of food was swallowed, as it chased after me, in lukewarm pursuit as I dived down the esophagus.
With a serene entry into the acid, the chunk followed soon after as I reared my head out of the liquid. I pulled myself through the stomach fluid and out of the way just in time to avoid being crushed by consumed food.
"What did you see, my son?" She asked me, interest and curiosity in her voice.
"Ambrosia and nectar, as usual." I sighed, swimming to the food mass.
"Good. That means that the conditions are in our favor." She told herself, her eyes distant with many thoughts popping in and out of her mind.
Whenever my mother was like that, she was devising many ideas, her brain running through all possibilities and probabilities. She zoned out for a bit whenever she did that, yet when she returned, she came up with something to help us in our detestable situation.
"Are the gods present?" She continued to ask me questions, whilst thinking.
"Everyone on the council is eating," I responded, aiding her thinking.
"..." Her brows furrowed. Kicking the noggin into maximum overdrive, I see.
"My son." She looked at me, her silver eyes meeting mine.
"Have you grown weary of what you see in the time you have spent in this place?" She asked a question, to which I thought was rhetorical from the sheer obviousness of the answer.
"No, mother. I love feeling the agonizing burn of acid reflux every other Thursday, and the whirlpool purge occurring every time food is properly digested. Just swell." I deadpanned.
"A simple yes would've sufficed, Argentos." She pouted.
"Ask stupid questions, get stupid answers." My mother rolled her eyes at my reasoning.
"I was hinting at the fact that I figured it was about time we left this accursed place." She told me.
"Are you serious?" I inquired, disbelief on my face.
"I rarely kid, my child." She smiled, which filled me with the hopes of freedom.
"What's the plan then?" I raised a brow, making sure I was prepared.
"We can climb into each nostril of your father and stimulate his nose hairs to incite a sneeze powerful enough to blast both of us out. You will carry us to the nasal cavity and we split our paths there to our respective nostrils. Give me a signal and we'll prepare ourselves to be blasted out." She explained.
"What kind of signal?" I further questioned, paying full attention to her plan.
"Use your aerokinesis and send me a message through the whisper of the winds. Just loud enough for me to hear, but not too loud for the nearby Olympians to pick up on." She instructed me.
"Understood, Mother." Nodding, I mentally prepared myself.
Then another thought came.
"Could you do one thing before we leave though?" I asked.
"Name it, my son." She was all ears to my condition.
"Can you give us some clothes?" I asked. My mother's face scrunched into confusion.
"You know clothes evaporate down here, don't you Argentos?" She reminded me.
"But you gave my sister clothes when she left!" I brought up.
"She was in your father's brain. We are in his stomach. I returned my consciousness to my physical form to create you, so no fabric created would last in here anyway." She explained.
"I still think my birth's a bit wishy-washy, divine meiosis sounds like a copout. Where did you even get the other 23 chromosomes, anyway?"
"I went to a place you do not want to know." She looked away, with embarrassment. Very suspicious, mother.
"...Y-You went to his balls-" I blanched at the thought.
"I said you did not want to know!" She didn't let me finish, red-faced from recollecting the experience.
"You didn't have to cut me off!~" I sang, mockingly heartbroken.
Moving on, I got back on track.
"But that's beside the point, we're leaving, Mother. The clothes wouldn't have time to be dissolved. And besides, I don't want to pop a rager in my make-or-break jailbreak. Could you imagine me full mast at breakfast? I'd be ruined!" My complaints were voiced with fervor.
"Oh, stop worrying. It doesn't even look that bad." She snorted.
"Mother, there are several people who are willing to castrate me outside. For the love of my family jewels, give me clothes." I got down on my knees, practically begging.
"It'll be fine, we'll be out of the room given the time that they'll be too shocked to react." Mother counted on their stupor for a getaway.
"I'll just grab the tablecloth." I conceded as she used some of her godly energy to wrap herself up in some robes, a traditional peplos to be specific. It was white and hugged her figure whilst she observed her new outfit.
"Oh, how I've missed you, clothes." She reveled in her new attire, and a pang of jealousy could be felt in my heart.
"This is blatant favoritism," I grumbled. I mean, it really was if you thought about it.
My sister and mother get clothes but I have to tough it out starkers?! Give me a break.
"It is not. If you're naked, there's only one person in that. If I'm naked that's half the council that'll leer over my form." She explained.
"You... You have a point, half the gods are perpetually horny. But what about the goddesses, half of them are gonna try to neuter me." I brought up again.
"Oh, please. Stop worrying, it will throw you off." My mother assured me.
"Alright. Whenever you're ready, Mother." I levitated from the acid and dried myself with the winds. Floating to her, I took up her slender frame in my arms as we rose from the depths of my father's stomach.
As we flew, yet a stream of nectar was sent to block our path. Unlike its solid counterpart, there was little room to avoid such an obstacle which left me with little option to dodge.
"Watch out, Argentos!" My mother warned me.
And heeded that warning I did, encasing the two of us in a dome of high-speed rotating wind, like last time. As this happened, the liquid was harmlessly pushed to the side, falling into the abyss of the lower throat where nothing could be seen.
Rising to the mouth, I deactivated my shield and further ascended to the nasal cavity. Moving towards the ledge, I assisted my mother in getting a good grip on the ledge before letting her go.
Soon after, I got over with ease before the two of us were now laying on our stomachs in the nose of my father.
"Remember what I told you." She whispered. I nodded silently, before crawling to the left as she did right.
Reaching the edge of the nose, barely out of sight, I waited for my mother to reach the same position on the other side. I gave her about fifteen seconds before sending my signal.
Closing my eyes, I whispered.
"My body is ready."
Focusing on where the wind that carried these words would go with a tense face, I visualized their path and through sheer willpower directed them to curve around into the other nostril rather than project out to the enhanced senses of the deities around me.
After I felt the air around my mother reacting accordingly, I started to fiddle with the nose hairs of my father, swatting tirelessly to incite the bodily reaction that would get me out of his body.
Sensing my mother was doing the same, I altered my tempo to match hers and persisted with the plan. A twitch could be felt in the nose that we resided in, a clear indication that our biological provocation had succeeded.
"Auuuugh...!" I could hear his voice from his voice, making my surroundings vibrate from his reaction. Our totally not improbable outset was on the cusp of execution!
This is it!
"ACHOO!" With a thunderous sneeze, my body was catapulted at speeds that made the universe turn into nothing but multicolored madness. The expurgation of my previous living conditions had been achieved.
The action of sneezing being the main accelerant was checked. The landing...
Oh shit, the landing-
"ARGH!"
My everywhere hurt when I made contact with the table, several upon several times larger than usual. Also felt way more broken than it was when I first looked at it, alongside the fact that someone's salad fork was stuck in my ass cheek.
MY DICK FELL OFF- Wait, no that's a sausage. Phew.
Since nobody screamed out yet, that means that they were still shocked. Taking some deep breaths, I forced my body to move through the pain and sat up.
It appeared I landed on the left side of the table. Since the first thing I observed on my left side was the dazed and ruffled face of my father; the King of Olympus, Zeus.
Next was the mortified and twitching face of his ambrosia-smeared sister-wife. Hera was especially disgusted with the fact that I thought my mini master bolt was one of her cut-up sausages.
Demeter's jaw was slightly slackened and her eyes widened in awe. Her face was covered in her favorite food, with bran decoration her face in a frenzied pattern with milk dripping off her face.
Onto the sunny deity, he was as awestruck as he was appalled, his plate on his head with his jaw dropped. His otherwise charming demeanor had been reduced to a stupor with nectar dripping from his face.
Hermes blinked several times, his mind still processing what was happening with a neutral face, awaiting his body to react to what his mind was experiencing in real-time, despite the food that was stuck on his face.
And Ares's face was in shock, angry shock, but a shock nonetheless as several veins could be seen forming from his ruined food. His delayed reaction acted like a ticking timebomb.
"Good morning, beautiful world." Stretching, I felt my back pop from the extension before letting out a throaty breath. "And greeting, my equally beautiful family." I gazed at their shocked expressions before clearing my throat.
"You're cool, you're cool, you're cool, fuck you, fuck you and you can go fuck yourself." I pointed to Apollo, Demeter, Hermes, Ares, Hera, and my father respectively.
Floating off of the table, I grabbed the tablecloth without moving I single distilled piece of ceramic or cutlery and rose to the top of the room, their eyes following my uncovered form.
Quickly cutting a hole through the top with a razor wind surrounding my finger, I crafted a makeshift chiton before donning it, using the excess fabric for the belt to wrap around my waist as I wore the garment.
Landing on the other side, I observed my get-up. White with golden food stains.
Classy.
"Where was I, oh right. Everyone here's cool except for you, fuck you platonically." Pointing to the Lady of Doves, I closed my eyes so that she couldn't seem visually appealing to me in any shape or form.
Opening them I was greeted by my mother, who was standing at her side of the table perfectly unharmed.
"How did you take no fall damage, I hit the deck harder than an old person on a LifeAlert commercial!" I gaped at my mother.
"Because I thought the landing when you did not." She smirked at me, with an annoying glance that radiated smug energy as she climbed down from the table, with the other side looking at her.
"Yeah, because you knew what it was like to be not a few millimeters tall." I brought up.
"Oh no! Our table! It's broken!" Hermes blurted out before blinking rapidly and shaking his head. He quickly took notice of the two as he got up out of his chair.
"Wait, you just noticed that?" I raised my brow.
"Well when your father sneezes out two full-grown people, you register that in a short time frame." He bounced the situation back on me with an incredulous look.
"Fair point. But just to let you know, he's my father too." I told the messenger god, to which his brows rose at the abrupt revelation.
"He's your WHAT?!" Hera screeched, immediately recovering from the shock she experienced upon hearing the result of another one of my father's infidelities present in the dining room.
"Why hello there, Hera. It is true, my gracefully gorgeous stepmother, I am yet another son of Lord of the Skies." I gave a nonchalant wave with a friendly faint smile, to which she glared daggers at me.
I could somewhat empathize with her current emotions, having her husband fall off the wagon over and over again, with no signs of improvement, and only randomized instances of infidelity to piss her off at any moment.
But not to the point where I'd allow her to fuck over my life for something she should really confront her husband about. Speaking of which she looked to her significant other with bubbling anger, yet he still looked partly stupefied.
"Don't waste your time, Hera. Zeus will be quite out of it for a little while." My mother told the Queen of Olympus.
"M-Metis?!" The wife of the king stuttered, aghast at the return of the once-swallowed Titan-Goddess.
"Wait, I thought Dad swallowed you?" Hermes rose a brow in confusion.
"He did. We just got out. And since there are two of us, you'll soon know exactly why." She alluded to something that he didn't know, but he'd soon find out exactly why.
"I'm sure you all should be familiar with that fateful prophecy that my father was given, no? About my mother's secondborn to be specific." A small grin spread across my lips as Apollo gasped.
"The one where a son of Dad and Metis would grow strong enough to overpower him?" Wiping his face, the god of the sun recalled the story.
"The very same. And you're looking at the reason why Father consumed his wife." I told my sunspot elder brother, to the three deities' shock.
"Honestly, I don't really understand it. He quite literally did practically the same thing Grandfather did but ate the wife instead of the kids in essence. Was it really going to end up that much different if he changed one or two variables?" I snorted in amusement.
Come on, Dad.
"And just to be clear, Hera. Metis never divorced Zeus, which means by sheer technicality, I was born in wedlock." I flat-out grinned as she tried to retort my claim, but after thinking for a bit, her angered brown eyes widened in realization.
"So if you try to make life suck for me, know you're a big, fat hypocrite." I reminded her, to which she glowered at my logic.
"How dare you try to smart mouth me, boy." The Queen of Olympus did not take kindly to being challenged on her mindset of dealing with the illegitimate children of her husband.
"Not my fault you're in denial." I shrugged. It's one thing to not like the truth, but it's another thing to blame the other person for telling you the truth.
"Oh snap," Apollo muttered in surprise.
"Be silent, Apollo." Snarled Hera, to which her stepson did just that.
"So are you going to try and kill Father?" Athena was the next to speak, and most of the gods started to come back to the present moment, away from their shock.
"Well, prophecy directly states that I have the power to overthrow Father. But it never specified if I'd actually murder him or not." I told Athena.
"But if you have that level of strength, it would only make sense to come to that conclusion." She attested to the context.
"I'm a neutral party until otherwise. Mother is the one with the grudge against Father. I'm simply taking in your reactions, and storing them in my memory for further use." I explained.
There really wasn't a reason to kill my father, even if it is technically alluded to in Gaia's prophecy. Mom's the one who has business with him.
"What my son says is true. After I was swallowed in your father's pathetic attempt of outsmarting, I made sure you were able to escape. Yet I never considered my own freedom in that equation. So after time passed, I grew tired of my confinement. To be subjugated to a surprisingly cruel fate by my once loving husband." My mother explained to the gods with Hera scowling at the remark before glaring at her semi-conscious significant other, and Mom snarling the term as if it were manticore blood.
Only Father could have two women that were his wives who despise his actions simultaneously.
What a great male role model.
"So I decided to create my escape, through my son." She motioned to me, as I waved casually to my family. I got some mixed looks with their response.
"Infusing a fraction of my godly essence with Zeus' godly energy, and after an extended period, Argentos was born. He had matured to adulthood as fast as one would expect, yet due to his limited environment he too grew tired of his space. After a very calculated attempt, we were able to escape the confines of the King of the Gods." She finished her retelling of what happened to my birth and our escape.
"Also, do you get tired of his constant raving about being King of the Universe? He never shuts up about it, and I think it's gotten to his head with all the time he's been uncontested. I think it's rather annoying, personally." Adding to the conversation, I targeted my father's musings.
"Well, you wouldn't be the first person to think that way." Snorted Poseidon.
"At least somebody gets it!" I pointed to the sea god himself, who nodded sagely in understanding.
"You are a threat to Olympus."Artemis brandished her silver bow, as she got up from the table and aimed at me.
"And you are out of your mind. In what world is attacking someone stronger than your father a good idea?" I folded my arms unimpressed.
"You lie!" She fired an arrow at me.
As it left the bow, its trajectory was fast approaching the middle of my face. Yet upon focusing, it slowed down to the point of being able to register its rotations as it tore through the air.
I slowly craned my head to the side, at the same slow speed that the arrow came at me, a tad faster to avoid any damage. Concentration made time speed back up with the projectile zipping out of sight and hitting something down the hall, evident by an echoing shatter.
"No the sharpest arrow in the quiver, are we?" I raised a brow. "I'm not gonna sugarcoat it; that was stupid, sister. Who's gonna fix that vase!"
"GET OVER HERE! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
Her surprised expression was cut off by the screaming of her warmonger brother as he jumped from his chair, fury from a destroyed breakfast fueling his assault.
"Watch out!" My mother yelled to me, fear in her eyes for the first time since leaving Zeus' nose.
Sidestepping where Ares would land, my body left a trail of blue electricity before I watched him miss his mark, sliding on the floor with a painful skid.
Not wasting a moment, I scrambled to the god of war before grabbing him by the nape. Applying pressure, I watched as he couldn't really move that much as a result accompanied by the spider cracks around his head from the pressure.
"Do me a solid and shut the fuck up for one second." I sighed. Ares has a bad habit of punching before pondering, something I immediately dealt with.
"Where was I?" I turned back to the others. "Right, so Artemis. Our father is currently in a catatonic state, and Casualty-of-War over is pinned."I reiterated the situation. "Would it hurt to put down the bow? Is your pride that important to you?" I asked with a snigger, which made her growl in response.
"Listen to your brother, Huntress. You do not want this fight." A warning was dispatched to the goddess of the moon, as her silver eyes locked with my mother's.
"Please, can we deal with this situation non-violently?!" Hestia advocated for peace. "Argentos is part of our family, he hasn't even attacked us!" She brought up a very factual statistic.
"He will be the downfall of Olympus if he is left to live!" Hera argued for my destruction.
"You can't just vote for my death because you're salty about my existence." I deadpanned.
"Be silent!" She snapped at me.
"No, I don't think I will." I shook my head with a wry smile.
Aphrodite suddenly reacted to that tidbit, looking at me as if she was undressing me with her eyes. Luckily she wasn't able to see me with all my godlike glory exposed to the world.
That being said, I'd be a fool to assume that she only wanted to talk to me.
"Argentos, was it? Be a gentleman and come over here so I can get a better look at you~" The Lady of Doves spoke to me in a sultry and suggestive tone, her voice sounding like it was massaging my eardrums in ways that made me feel weird.
"How about no." I shook my head, not even giving her the respect of eye contact. "I know your act. Charm me, and then leave me to the wayside when your boredom ensues. Sorry, but I'm not that easy. Unlike you." I chuckled at the notion, hearing her fume in response.
"Why you little naughty boy. Why don't you look at me and say that?" Her voice was coy, but I could sense some infuriating behind it.
"Because I haven't lost brain cells giving head, that's why." I chuckled.
"Hoh-hoh."
"Oh my."
Athena and Artemis held back some laughter at that one.
"Zing!" Hermes and Apollo unanimously reacted with wide smiles, before innocently looking away as from what I could assume, Aphrodite sent a glance in their direction.
Demeter snapped out of her stupor, looking at the spilled cereal before she wiped her face, and to my direction. Initially shocked, she then whispered something to Hera.
Using aerokinesis, I concentrated on the exact area that they spoke in and mimicked the vibrations to mimic their exact conversation within my own ears.
"Who is the boy?" The blonde wheat-loving goddess asked her sister.
"Another one of Zeus' bastards. But he says that he's the child of prophecy destined to defeat my husband." She narrowed her eyes before rolling them at the seemingly ridiculous statement.
"Why is Ares being held by his neck?" She rose her brow.
"He tried to attack him, but was swiftly outdone." She summarized her son's pinning with some disdain.
"Look, Ares. Your mommy wants you back." Holding him by his neck, I rose with him hanging by my grip as he seethed with enough fury for his eyes to glow through his shades brightly.
"LET ME FUCKING GO, PUNK! I'LL GUT YOUR SKINNY ASS FOR THIS!" Wrathful vitriol flew from my brother's lips as he demanded to be set free, most likely to fight.
As such, I obliged.
"Bet."
Clenching my other fist, it became coated in static that burst into and out of existence. Its power was substantial to the point the entire room darkened around the superior light source.
Swinging my arm as I let go of his neck, my knuckles were introduced to the god's chest cavity as his eyes dimmed, with his face going from lively to borderline lifeless with spit flying before drool hung from his unhinged jaw.
The resulting shockwave from the ring of air pressure that expanded behind the god caused the room to shake, as well as the furniture within the said room, the standing gods momentarily losing their balance from the impact.
"Whoa!" Apollo yelped, stumbling.
"H-Hey!" Hermes shouted, digging his feet into the ground to maintain his footing.
Poseidon summoned his trident and stabbed it into the ground to keep his footing.
Athena did the same, summoning her spear to maintain her stability.
I almost didn't notice a small smirk from Hephaestus, who didn't expect to see something that he'd find remotely enjoyable so early in the day.
Hestia gasped at the showcased mercilessness, as the other gods became defensive, some such as Apollo and Hermes donning their weapons in the process.
The sun god took out his bow, and the messenger god took out a gold and adamantine blade.
Hephestus got up from his seat before his small smile faded, taking out his hammer and flicking it in his hand before clutching the handle.
Hera tried to make a move to restrain my mother, yet she transformed into an ant, evaded her grasp, and shapeshifted into a grasshopper before leaping into the air and sliding next to me, reverting back to her normal state.
"Bitch." I scoffed.
I tossed Ares into the broken table, sending fragments everywhere as he landed in the center with the glizzies smacking him on the face moments after.
The faces of my family were a mix between apprehensive, shocked, and horrified. I don't blame them, either.
"I didn't expect that to be so... Easy?" I looked at my mother.
"Prophecy child, remember?" She told me.
"Fair enough. Also, is Father still out of it?" I looked to Zeus.
"Seems so." Mother confirmed.
"Might as well do my good deed for the day." I stretched my hand and willed a piece of ambrosia to my grasp with the wind.
"Prepare yourself!" Athena yelled as the other deities prepared for a grueling fight. Whoever was still sitting down got up and brandished their weapons.
With a mighty hurl, I threw the cube of ambrosia at the King of Olympus' face.
It was such a good throw, I swear I perceived a hitmaker appearing on his face from the beauty of it.
Dad fell off of his chair, and a loud and unceremonious thud returned him to the world of the living.
"Gah!" The god shouted, rushing to his feet as he quickly took in what was going on, seeing the mess and his family armed with their weapons against what seemed like overkill, according to his confused face.
But as he focused on us, his eyes shifted to my mother and softened.
"M-Metis?!" His astonishment was as clear as the chariot my glaring brother rode on.
"Yes, dear. It is I." She spread her arms, reintroducing her husband to her face.
"I thought I ate you!" He admitted.
"We've been over this." I groaned. Zeus' eyes shifted to me, confounded by my presence.
"Just who in Order's name are you?" His voice was filled with skepticism and confusion, akin to his children when they were on speaking terms.
"Me? Who am I, you ask?" I pointed to myself with my thumb.
"I am everything that you are not. More intelligent, stronger, faster, tougher, possessive of sexual discipline." I snorted at the last one. So did Mother, to Father's silent anger.
"I'm you if you thought with the head above your shoulders, instead of the one below your waist." I ribbed my father, to which he grew annoyed.
"You still haven't told me your name, child." His voice boomed with power, the skies around the windows becoming stormy.
"You think that's supposed to scare me?" I barely held myself back from laughing.
"I am the King of Olympus! The God of Gods! A petulant fool has no right to speak with me with such disrespectful bluster!" He did not take kindly to my words.
"Don't use such strong words. It makes your weakness all the more apparent." I darkly chuckled, to see the ruler of Olympus' reaction.
"GRR!" Father downright growled at me, his eyes glowing with power as lightning crackled from the corners of his eyes.
"YOU DARE MOCK ME!" He raged, his voice causing the room to shake.
"No. You do a great job of that yourself." I smiled a toothy grin. "Now a king being his own jester, now that's pure comedy. Consider me thoroughly entertained, your highness." I mockingly bowed.
"I WILL SMITE YOU WHERE YOU STAND!" Wow. Getting under Father's skin was really easy apparently.
"Smite me? Slow down there, Father. Don't you know death is a mercy to fools like you?" I told him before his face reeled in registration and looked between my mother and me.
This happened a couple more times before it clicked in his mind. Evident from our resemblance. I decided to put the final nail in the coffin.
"I foresee an ass-kicking session incoming." Mimicking my father, I concentrated once again on my eyes, causing them to glow with charged electricity.
Mother recognized what I was about to do, and added her last words.
"It was certainly interesting seeing you again, Zeus. But I am afraid I must take my leave. We may not be so cordial the next time we meet, however." Her face hardened as a looming statement was uttered.
"SEIZE THEM!" Commanded the King of Olympus, as the gods rushed to our position.
However, I had a trick up my food-stained sleeve.
"Think fast, chucklenuts!" I madly grinned, as my mother turned away.
All the approaching deities soon leaned back with caution as they realized something was on the verge of happening, it was too late as an inescapable flash of light covered the room.
It might have lasted for a few seconds, but from my mother's experience, it'll take a few minutes for it to return.
"It was nice, but we'll take our leave now. There's much learning to be done in the outside world." I thought about the possibilities as my mother and I walked out of the throne room.
"Wait!" A voice halted me.
It was Athena, my full-blooded sister. Her pupils dilated, clearly affected yet weren't shrunken to dots like everyone else's.
"I thought you said you reason to fight our father!" Her voice was befuddled by my actions.
"I did I would wait for his reaction. And he reacted just how I thought he would. Like an angry toddler." I shook my head. I knew I shouldn't have expected reasonable character from Father.
"You provoked him!" She accused.
"Not my fault he had his Master Bolt up his ass. That's his problem. And we're out." I turned to open a window.
"Ladies first." I motioned to my mother.
She smiled at me before transforming into a pigeon. Shortly after, she flew out of the window.
Following her lead, I did the same. My body felt awkward as I transformed for the first time, Feathery and small was apt descriptors of my current state. How Mother did this so casually was something I'll never know.
What I do know, is that once the Olympians open their eyes again...
We'll be on the run.
A/N:
Hey there. I see you've read my first chapter. Thanks for taking the time out of your day to give me a chance. I really appreciate it.
This is also my first story about a book series, so any constructive criticism is welcomed!
It's been a while since I read the PJO and HoO series, but I have a feeling I'll be refreshing my memory to increase the accuracy.
But Yeah, I decided that I'd take a myth I found while scrolling on Reddit and take it for a little spin. It's unrelated to my other works so I figured why not explore a new area of fanfiction?
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