Chapter 27
13th of June 2008
Next to the Garden of the Hesperides.
Dionysos grabbed the fucking sky. He lifted it, with a growl. Fucking hell! How heavy it was! Artemis collapsed at his feet in exhaustion. Fuck !
"It is...Heavy." The weight made him want to bend his legs, put his knee down to help him hold on...but...
"Dionysus...WILL NOT KNEEL," and he straightened. It was heavy. So heavy... He felt like giving up. He felt a certain respect for the enemy whose head lay at his feet. To hold the sky for centuries...But he wasn't Atlas. He wasn't made of the same stuff.
"SKY IS THE LIMIT...AND I'M THE LIMIT BREAKER!"
Artemis couldn't believe the scene unfolding before his eyes. Dionysus, his muscles tense, sweat glistening against his chest, had begun to...he was squeezing the sky. With both hands, he was trying to squeeze the fucking sky...
CRAAAACK...
And then the unthinkable happened. A crack - small at first - appeared in the fucking sky.
"I'M THE DREAM MAKER"
He pressed even harder, and another crack appeared in the huge carved rock. Then another. Then another.
"NO ONE, NOT EVEN THE SKY, NOT EVEN THE GODS, WILL BE ABLE TO IMPRISON DIONYSUS! I. AM. FREE. I AM FREEDOM ITSELF!"
And the sky exploded into lots of little pieces. Strangely enough, they were light, almost like confetti, and came down slowly, in a shower of dust.
Artemis blushed.
So this was what it meant to have a crush?
Congratulations !
You became more yourself
You had a natural Awakening
You. Are. Freedom.
Nothing, even Fate, can bind you
Dionysos
Lvl 2 897/3 000 → 3 000/4 000
You gained your memories back
You can see the reality more clearly
13th of June 2008
NYC
The ground shook beneath Rachel Elizabeth Dare's feet. The radio was spouting something about the biggest earthquake in decades - but RED wasn't listening. Too busy playing Dionysos: the Game I. Especially since she'd discovered a secret cave in the game - perhaps there was a clue to those famous "IRL parts of the game"?
14th of June 2008
Olympus
Hera looked down as Dionysus entered the room. Yes, bitch. Everyone looked at him differently - including her father and Athena. Suck it up. Dionysus knew that when they felt the concussion, most of the gods had probabelemtnly looked up at the sky. And they had seen him. The body covered in Atlas' blood, shattering the sky.
Now the Olympians remembered. Who he had been, who he was.
But Dionysus was not in a happy mood. He sat pensively on his throne. Ses quelques souvenirs manquants étaient revenus. Ses souvenirs sur le wider supernatural world en tant que dieu - et ses souvenirs sur les mangas et webnovels afférents de quand il avait été humain. Mmmh…Fucking Ecchi Anime.
So he was in some kind of strange hybrid world, somewhere between Percy Jackson, other worlds - and above all, Highschool fucking DxD. A fucking Ecchi anime populated by angels, demons, fucking dragons - so many creatures likely to smash Zeus. He remembered Uriel's level - 6,000 or so. Damn. And the archangel was far from the top of the food chain. There were satans, dragons, Khaos Brigade, fucking Ophi..God! God was fucking Dead! That explained so much! That explained why Michael was less and less severe!
"AHAHAHA"
Zeus looked at his son, ready to reprimand him for interrupting him in the meeting, but he remembered what he had seen…and just kept going.
His son had become strong.
Highschool DxD, with strange mixes. He could remember something about the Shinto afterlife that made him think a lot about Bleach. He didn't know exactly how Shinto afterlife worked - the previous Dionysus had never been interested and only knew basic stuff. But a Shinigami military society organized in thirteen divisions? Led indirectly by a guy calling himself pretentiously the Soul King, who was a direct subordinate of Amaterasu? Yep, that sounded familiar…
"...So it occurred to Us that We had to deal permanently with prophecy..."
Uh? Zeus was talking about the children of prophecy? Dionysus began to listen again. Athena recited the Great Prophecy.
"A half blood of the eldest gods,
Shall reach sixteen against all odds,
And see the world in endless sleep,
The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap,
A single choice shall end his days,
Olympus to preserve or raze."
The goddess of wisdom continued. "So we have four potential candidates. Thalia, daughter of Zeus. Percy, son of Poseidon. Nico and Bianca, daughter and son of Hades".
Zeus looked saddened. "Yes, We must consider these problems and deal with them in a permanent fashion".
Poseidon looked scandalized - and Hades looked sad. Zeus snapped his fingers, and the four demigods under consideration - along with the Startegos and the three Archons - appeared in the middle of Olympus. Zeus explained the situation to the demigods.
"What? So you just want to kill them?" raged Clarisse, but Zeus, the King of Olympus, silenced her with a look.
Artemis came to the rescue. "Father! No need to kill them! I have a solution for the two girls! If they join my huntresses, the immortality bestowed upon them will prevent them from aging!"
Percy thought that, decidedly, this sexism was annoying.
Bianca, to Hades' relief, hastened to accept. But Thalia...Thalia glanced at Luke, behind her. Lume, her lover. The one she loved. The one she had pillow fights with. The one who fucked her so well. And to join the Huntresses was to write him off...permanently.
"Maybe I've got a solution."
Dionysus' voice rang out, and everyone turned to him. The god was playing with a kind of metal egg, before tying it up with the Pokeball he wore around his neck.
"My maenads are immortal too. And although they are originally a type of Nymph...There is a ritual. A ritual that transforms you into a maenad. It also will stop Thalia's aging. And it will allow her to continue fucking her boyfriend".
Thalia and Luke blushed. But Thalia was quick to accept the offer.
"Perfect! You just have to go to Plaboy Manor before your birthday, and ask for Angele and Bellatrix!"
"Thanks! Thanks a lot, Mister D", and Thalia and Luke flashed him a big smile.
"But...that leaves Nico and Percy, Father," Athena announced. Only half the problem had been solved.
Dionysus cleared his throat. "I don't know about Percy...But Nico is a fan of games. I mean, a big fan. An enormous fan. Enough for me to...maybe have an idea. As you know, I'm currently repurposing the Lotus Casino, keeping the time-distorting wards but getting rid of all the other, will altering ones. Nico, what would you about being the pseudo-immortal manager of a large casino, a space dedicated solely to games - video games, RPG boards...where time stand still?".
Clearly, he sounded delighted by the idea. Hades gave him a grateful look. Uh. Funny: Hades adored him for what Dionysus had done to his children, while Pluto hated him for what he had done to his daughter.
Athena spoke up, "So, if I may...I may have an idea for Percy. I'm developing a chemical formula to slow down cell degeneration...in short, age. Since there are two years left before he turns sixteen, perhaps you could entrust him to me for a year? If it doesn't work, we can always try something else - but I'm sure it will!
Dionysus grunted. It was only fair. And he'd still won 2-1. He had a daughter of Zeus and one of Hades, she only had a son by Poseidon.
He looked at Athena. Things were becoming clearer.
Athena
Goddess of Technocapitalism, Anthropocene and Knowledge Economy
Lvl 4 490/4 500
16th of June 2008
The small jungle that developed behind the Playboy Mansion
Explicit content
Deep within the verdant heart of the jungle, where the canopy entwined like lovers' fingers and the air hummed with the song of unseen creatures, the Maenads gathered around Angele, their leader. They wore simple togas that left their breasts exposed to the elements. Each Maenad bore intricate tattoos. Angele, with her hair ablaze in a myriad of colors that mirrored the vibrant flora surrounding them, stood at the center. Her eyes, aglow with ancient wisdom and fervor, focused on Thalia, the daughter of Zeus.
"With the blessings of Dionysos," Angele began, her voice carrying the weight of something, "we welcome you, Thalia, into the embrace of our sisterhood."
Thalia, her eyes wide with anticipation, nodded in understanding, feeling the pulse of the jungle echoing in her veins.
Angele initiated the ritual. Her movements, fluid and purposeful, spoke of a connection to the natural rhythms of the jungle itself. Approaching Thalia, she traced intricate patterns upon her skin, each touch imbued with the raw power of the wilderness.
As Angele's lips met Thalia's, a surge of energy coursed through the jungle, a symphony of life and magic intertwining in the humid air. In that sacred embrace, Thalia's essence merged with the primal forces swirling around them, her spirit awakening to the call of Dionysian revelry.
Guided by instinct and tradition, Angele's hands roamed Thalia's form, teasing and caressing, until they reached the hem of her dress. With a quick motion, the garment was discarded, leaving Thalia bare before her sisters.
Under the gaze of the Maenads, Thalia felt an unfamiliar heat blossom within her, a desire that threatened to consume her. Yet, she found herself eager to surrender to the sensation, to give in to the desires that she had only dared to dream of.
With renewed resolve, Angele took Thalia's hand and led her to a moss-covered altar, where she lay her down, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and reverence.
The Maenads began to circle around the altar, their movements mirroring the primordial rhythm of the jungle. Their voices joined in a chorus of ecstasy, their words indecipherable yet laden with meaning.
As the chanting grew in intensity, Angele's hands returned to Thalia's body, her touch eliciting a shiver of anticipation. Her fingers traced patterns on Thalia's skin, leaving trails of heat and desire in their wake.
Angele's lips soon followed, pressing against Thalia's flesh with a fervor that belied her composure. As she continued her ministrations, her mouth lingered over Thalia's breasts, teasing and suckling, her tongue drawing out soft gasps of pleasure.
17th of June 2008
Playboy Mansion
Strangely enough, Prometheus had become one of the people he trusted most. A friendship was developing, and he felt it was mutual. So Dionysus decided to tell him all about it. His reincarnation, fantasy universes, what he knew about Athena and the plots of Bleach and Highschool DxD...
"Mmmmh. That explains a lot..." the titan was thoughtful, and continued. "But it at least gives Fates a motive to take away your memories on DxD. Maybe we're in some kind of alternate universe to yours...Or maybe the world of 'Percy Jackson' has always been intertwined with that of DxD. Let's say it was true. Only, in the "canon" setting, the greek world has never come into contact with the greater supernatural. And if we're in a universe where the only difference is that Athena is an evil genius - maybe she's a reincarnated soul herself. Or, more probable, maybe the Fates arranged for your reincarnation in this alternate world where Athena is naturally an evil genius, different from the original "canon" world - knowing that only madness would be likely to defeat intelligence. But if they'd done it by leaving you your memories...Knowing your penchant for adventure and exploration, you'd potentially have screwed things up more with the other Pantheons, plunging the Greek world into chaos instead of saving it...Yes...Probable".
Dionysus nodded. His friend may be smart, but he wasn't very pedagogical. He however got the gist of it : the Fates pushed old Dionysos to make a ritual that swapped his soul with him, as a more…"creative" and Dionysian Dionysos was needed to save the greek Pantheon from the threat of Athena, who, in this world, took over the domain of technocapitalism. But an informed Dionysian Dionysos ? One that knew that God was dead and that his throne was ripe for the taking?
That was another story altogether.
"I must become stronger. I'm going to kill that bastard Uriel... and I'm going to sit on his Father's throne. And for that, Prometheus, I have a plan. A plan that you're going to love".
End of Arc 5