Chapter 75

Public sex had never been a particular kink of mine, but I couldn't deny the thrill of excitement and freedom in it.

Even with only three people in the audience, I felt proud of the performance my not-so-little me was putting on, refusing to cough up the juices no matter how tempted that treacherous devil tongue was making it.

And it certainly was treacherous. There was no doubt in my mind that Katerea was either a pro cock-sucker or had plenty of past experience. Her glazed eyes, bereft of her spectacles, never broke contact with mine, the purple pupils breathing within me a special kind of arousal. Her lips, so puffy and swollen, tenderly worked my shaft, leaving a trail of soft, loving kisses on the tip as if greeting an old lover, before slowly letting her tongue glide down my length.

For a brief moment, I could even lose myself in the eyes and pretend the woman beneath me was the one I'd dreamt about for so long. Of course, it was never enough. The eyes, while similar, were just as different, lacking a certain… charm that my angel possessed.

Treacherous.

Her tongue itself was like a hot whip, slathering my member with her slaver, while her lips pressed down to taste it patiently. Her hands caressed my balls like an experienced Aphrodite Demigod, before her fingers slowly trailed up to take ahold of my member.

As her mouth moved to the tip, her tongue brushing, kissing, and licking the head, before finally letting her puffy lips stretch along my length—taking two, then three, then four inches of myself in her mouth—until my tip hit the back of her throat, her hands started stroking the rest of my shaft.

Between her mouth and two hands, Katerea managed to give attention to my entire member. An incredibly rare thing.

And even as I kept myself distracted, asking Circe questions after questions, I soon felt the telltale electric sign of excitement building up within my groin, the purple eyes being a special weakness of mine.

Thankfully, as the end of my limits came, so came the end of my interrogation session with Circe, lasting barely 20 mins.

"Mother Hecate's command came at the last moment, leaving me no time to decide!" She defended herself, though her eyes were stuck on the action happening below us. "And what could I have even done!?..." She absently continued her ending rant. "She's as powerful as an Olympian! There was no resisting her. And for the last time, no! I do not know any plans of this Khaos Brigade. I didn't even know they existed till now!"

"Alright," I grunted, my toes curling up from the building pressure. "Times up. I'm done questioning Circe. You've failed, little devil."

But Katerea showed no signs of hearing me, continuing to dutifully worship my shaft. Neither did she look away from me as the shape of her mouth changed with each nod of her head, my member disappearing past her pouty lips even as her two soft hands continued stroking my cock not so gently.

"It's…done, woman." I gasped out slowly. "You've lost."

Yet, she didn't stop. She alternated between swallowing my length and backing towards the tip to let her tongue play with my smaller head, smooching and kissing the tip, giving small gentle licks all across my pipe, before going back to swallowing.

She caressed it to her cheeks, hugged it like an old friend, she treated my cock better than I've treated most of my lovers.

My groin was almost painful from the amount of excitement waiting to pour out when she suddenly stopped. Then, in a move that took me by surprise, she let go of my dick and hooked her fingers under the clasp at her throat holding the ribbons together. With a flex of her muscles, she tore away the clasp. The thin strips of violet ribbons hiding her olive melons from the world slid away, letting the two enormous peaks bounce out from their confinement.

I was already on the verge of losing control, the entire experience even surpassing what some of the more experienced Aphrodites could do, but when the devil pushed her two massive tits together—her brown chocolate nipples almost touching—creating a perfect hole for me to slide in…

I lost it completely.

I sat up, letting my hand grip her head as her fingers positioned my shaft between the tunnel of her tits. My member was long enough to map the walls of her breasts and come out from the other side, straight between her awaiting lips. Taking ahold of a bunch of her hair, I started face-fucking her in abandonment. And as my dick touched the depths of her throat, the pressure within me finally found an explosive release, my balls churning with visible vibration as one of the strongest climaxes hit me.

With my cock still buried deep in her throat, I didn't see the white firework visibly, but the payloads that escaped from my pipe were strong and numerous enough that I imagined it like a fountain of cum splashing straight inside the devil's stomach. For the last couple of cumshots, my shaft barely even twitched from Katerea's mouth, the base of my junk meeting her nose as I pressed her face into my groin, holding her in place until I finally stopped jizzing.

Exhausted, I let myself fall upon the lounger with a deeply sated sigh, my cock disengaging from her mouth inch by inch. "God, I'm glad I let you live, Rea."

The Devil didn't reply, simply resting her used mouth against my thigh in exhaustion.

"Imagine what a disaster it would've been had I killed you by mistake. Damn."

As my explosive post-nut clarity slowly subdued, I suddenly realized my shaft was showing no signs of drooping, even with all the exercise it had just done.

'God, sometimes I feel like cursing my stamina.'

This was, without a doubt, the most satisfying face-fuck I've ever delivered, yet my member looked far from satisfied.

My eyes fell back upon the slumped devil. She looked to be in a deep daze, her arse up in the air as she took deep breaths...and suddenly I knew exactly where to shove myself into next.

Smiling, I stood up. "As you lost our little challenge, it's only fair for me to deliver some divine punishment, wouldn't you say?" I slowly came to position myself behind her. "Besides, I need your mouth free to answer some questions. You'll talk now, won't you?"

The devil nodded weakly.

"Excellent." Chuckling, I slapped the devil's plump behind. "You know... normally, I would have granted you your wish. Maybe. But I do need my mouth to ask some questions, you know? So perhaps next time, I may give you another chance to prove yourself."

The strap of ribbon hiding the devil's clit was completely drenched in her juices. As I slowly fingered the ribbon away, the devil beneath me let out a low needful moan.

"But for now...hold tight and enjoy the ride."

I cupped her perfectly toned hips, rubbing my member against her lower lips. Her moaning grew louder and stronger, and without further preamble, I pushed myself straight within her depths, looking for the home run.

Katerea shrieked, the single deep thrust triggering her climax. Her hips shook wildly, her fingers clenching upon the lounger, easily crushing its wooden head. All the while, I simply slid back...and buried myself deeper inside.

The familiar pleasure of being inside a woman assaulted my body as I kept a rhythmic thumping going. My groin met her plump, shapely behind, each thrust sending jiggles through her rump. My left hand curved around her waist, moving up to grip a handful of her swinging tits, while the right held onto her hips, dragging her back against my shaft.

The slapping sound of our thighs meeting filled the afternoon air as I laid my face on Katerea's back sideways, cupping her body tighter. My gaze wandered to my audience, two of them finding their own ways of release.

I chuckled. "Relax, you all. Everybody will have a chance today…well, except you, girl. You're a little too young to do more than stare."

Reyna's face fell down.

"And now, my second favorite Devil." I whispered beside my lover's ears, ignoring her moans and yelps. "Tell me...what do you know about the Khaos Brigade?"

"Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed." I chuckled. "Sorry, Einstein, you didn't take gods into account."

I blinked, coming to a sudden halt in mid-air. 'Wait, it wasn't Einstein who stated that, was it?'

Unfortunately, the Laws of Thermodynamics had become so irrelevant to me that I might as well be upon an entirely different planet with entirely different physics.

"Meh, whatever." I shook my head and restarted my journey to the next island. "The point is, I've just proven a random unnamed scientist wrong."

My final domain—completely new and shiny,—Energy Creation, was a finger up the arse of every scientist and scholar to ever exist.

I'd started out small, replicating wisps of Holy Energy—something I was the most familiar with—and in no time, white glowing light danced around my arms like floating liquid. The power within them was infinitely weaker than my personal stash of Holy Energy, around Tier 5 Demigods level if I had to wager, but that was just the result of my first try.

What was even more interesting was the fact that it took no Divine or Demonic power. From what exactly was I creating the energy then? To the best of my knowledge, I was producing it from nothingness, willing it into existence with the Authority of my domain. My Domain, like Holy power and Desire/Beauty, had a pool of its own that took power from the real world. I didn't yet know what the limits were, and how I would go about increasing it, outside of leveling up Divine Authority and Domain, but it didn't matter for now.

Mastering the ability was of far greater importance for this war.

I tried to remember all there was about the different energies I'd read or seen about in movies and novels, but my previous life, unfortunately, wasn't as clear in mind as my current one was. And I had a feeling no matter how high my intelligence gets, that wouldn't be changing.

'I'll have to start watching movies again. Probably binge-watch some superhero shows.'

One thing was clear, there was no power in this world out of my reach now. Even the various Demonic Powers would be easy to replicate...

Or, hell, creating something entirely new was well within my abilities now. I wasn't the god of Energy replication after all, but Creation.

'Perhaps combining all three of my energies to make something even more powerful than my Holy Divine Lightning Bolt should also be my focus.'

And I needed to upgrade my Lightning Storm into something more lethal. It has served me well till now, I could only imagine how deadly it'll be with a different combination of energies...

For now, I'll simply have to replicate the energies I'm already familiar with to increase my level with the skill.

Energy Creation (Lvl 1)

With my task for the current flight fixed, I set my path for the island Circe had assured me was my destination, and tore across the sky at a comfortable pace.

I knew my search was complete the moment I came close to the 'Monster Island'. Even from miles afar, the magical power of the Golden Fleece was easy to sense. With a flare of my true might, I closed the last bit of distance instantly, dropping straight upon a cliff that looked down along the edges of a ravine.

At its base lay a meadow, with a herd of seemingly mundane—though gigantic—sheep grazing. The cleanly licked white bones of small animals littering around them spelled a completely different story, however.

'Observe'

Monster Sheep

Tier: 3

Level: 259

Ignoring the sheep, I let my gaze wander to where my senses blared the loudest. While the entire island let off a sense of strong magical aura, the whiff of healing magic lay the strongest atop the path that originated through the meadow, leading up to the hills. Just near the edge of the canyon stood a massive oak tree, and there, peeking shyly at me, was the sparkling of gold wrapped around a branch.

'Finally.' A smile climbed up my face, and in one single leap, I found myself standing at the root of the oak tree.

The promise I'd made to Thalia so long ago...it was about time I finished it.

A crowd of bleating reached my ears and I glanced back to see all the sheep bounding down upon me. Shaking my head, I turned back to the three and plucked out the Golden Fleece gently.

Instantly a soothing aura spread through my body, a unique energy seeping within my chest.

[Healing Increased by 3x]

Oh, holy fucking nice. Now, this is capital O to the freakin P. If it takes six hours for my body to regenerate completely whilst sleeping, how long would it take if I slept under this thing?

2 hours. Two bloody hours to heal over 38 million health. While sleeping, yes, but it was still absolutely fucking op. Hell, just the simple fact that it could work on a True God made me desire it for myself.

'Maybe after Thalia's healed.' A small ticklish tingle of excitement flared up around my stomach, but I realized that was just the stupid sheep trying to eat me.

Without turning, I gave an absent wave of my hand, and the shockwave that it emitted popped all the sheep like a bunch of bloody pimples.

A flex of my Will made sure not a single drop of blood could mar my white massage robe as I wrapped the Fleece around my shoulders like a scarf.

"Who Dares!?" A booming shout shook the earth, and I turned to see the biggest, ugliest Cyclops stumbling down the ravine, a large boulder set on his shoulder. "Who Dares enter the island of mighty Polyphemus!?"

'Observe'

Polyphemus

Tier: 5

Level: 457

A Tier 5 Cyclops? 'Interesting.'

Then again, Polyphemus was one of the Ancient cyclops of the legend, possibly equal to an Elder cyclops.

Not that it meant much to me.

"My sheepies!" The monster cried on seeing a few random legs or crushed torsos that escaped becoming blood mist. "Noo-ooo-oo, why!?"

Then his eyes, well eye fell upon me and narrowed in rage. "You! You, you... smelling of a god! How dare you!?" He then glanced at the sky. "Father Poseidon! Strike this god down!"

I put a finger in my ear and wiggled.

"Father Poseidon! Strike this thieving god down!"

Yawning, I stretched.

"Father Poseidon!?"

"Well, I guess I'll let you live." I finally decided, floating up in the sky slowly. "As a gesture to Poseidon."

"No! Thief! If Father Poseidon doesn't strike you down, I will!" Then it hurled the boulder at me.

Snorting, I launched a weak Holy spear at the piece of stone, letting it be thoroughly disintegrated by the sheer raw power...what I hadn't quite expected was for the spear to continue on and blast the cyclops to tiny bits...

I winced as the Sea growled in discontent. "Sorry Uncle, but he started it."

The Sea grumbled comically and with a snort, I launched myself in the air, retracing my way back to Circe's island.

When I arrived back at the destroyed Spa resort of Circe, I found the lonely goddess standing at the edge of the beach, looking over her island with slumped shoulders.

It was a sad sight truly, with the sun setting behind us, its glow growing dimmer with the second, casting its gaze upon the defeated-looking goddess as she held her own shoulders delicately, looking so utterly vulnerable.

I dropped down behind her quietly, my senses quickly scanning the entire place.

"Where're your assistants?" I asked Circe.

My voice popped open the trance bubble she was stuck in. She whirled around, quickly wiping her eyes before glancing up at me.

"They've left." Her voice was somber and soft. "They have their own destiny ahead."

I frowned. "Were you crying?"

She sniffed, shaking her head as she answered with a small whine. "...No?"

A smile slowly tugged at my face.

"Awww, come here." I dragged her in a hug. "I'm sure they'll be safe."

She nodded against my chest, sniffing again. "I told them to go as far away as they can, hopefully, this war wouldn't touch them."

That…is just false hope.

Snorting, I let my hand fall around her waist. "Let's get you a new home."

With a quick tap to the ground, I lifted us both over a mile in the sky before turning back to the island. "Won't need this anymore."

Then I let a Divine Lightning Bolt fall upon the Island. I knew my power by now, of course. Or, at least, the soft limits of it. I knew before I dropped the freaking bolt what fate I was unleashing upon the ancient island that had survived the existence of multiple mythologies.

Yet, it was still a surprise when the island cracked apart in two under a massive boom of a thunderclap, a nuclear explosion rushing through everything, obliterating the entire land; the buildings, the resorts, the spa, the trees, the beach, the planes and ships, and all the vehicles... everything was blasted into an explosion that left the ocean shaking by its shockwave.

The island was soon cracked into individual pieces that drowned underwater to join the kingdom of Poseidon.

"Did you have to do that?" Circe asked in a small voice, no small amounts of despair, fear, and awe intermixing in her tone.

"Of course. We need to sell the whole kidnapping plot, and your mother doesn't seem an easy goddess to fool."

She nodded, and off we were over the stir calm waters of the Bermuda, my task finally over.

This time, I didn't limit my speed. My dearest sister's comeback was long overdue by now.

'If this doesn't work...'

Gods, I hoped not. If an artifact capable of enhancing a True god's healing power doesn't manage to heal a demigod, then I'd be in some real deep shit.

'I'll probably have to curry favors with some random ass healing god who'll have me marry his favorite cow or something.'

With Circe in my grasp, I arrived back along the coasts of Long Island in a couple of seconds, intending to make my way straight for Thalia's tree.

Halfway through the last leap of my journey, however, a wind spirit blocked my path, carrying a message. Only my absolute control kept me from flying straight through its body like a piñata, my senses registering it as a child of Notus, Wind god of Summer.

They were one of the four types of Wind spirits that I shared the sky with, holding some authority over them through Zeus' Domain.

"King Zeus requires your presence urgently!" The wind spirit sang, its smoke-like body hovering above the winds.

I waved it away with a grunt and continued upon my path a moment later. Zeus will have my damned presence when the golden shroud does its fucking job like it was meant to.

The Fleece was still hanging around my shoulders like a scarf. There was no denying the enrichment I was still receiving from it, and the moment my legs stepped upon the camp's ground, the plant life around me seemed to receive a cocktail of Chlorophyll, the green becoming greener, the plans becoming deeper and bushier, the fruits lighting up in perfect ripen state, while the branches grew sturdier...

Yet, all of it mattered to me less than a Cyclops fart.

Dropping Circe on the ground absently, I made my way for the tree standing at the Hill's peak. A few demigods spotted me and excitedly carried the message back to Chiron.

I cared not, swiftly making my way to bestow resurrection upon my sister.

So much had managed since the time I took that oath four years ago. The gaping hole in my heart that Thalia's absence had left, that I'd thought to be mostly healed, now came back roaring like a reawakened volcano. While I wasn't one to feel overly lonely, the fact remained that her death had separated me away from the rest.

Apart from Hestia, there really wasn't a single one truly close to me.

'Hestia...damn, I really need to catch up with her as well.'

I hadn't talked to her since the farewell she gave me. A part of me wondered if perhaps she was avoiding me on purpose, my new status as an Olympian making her bitter, but the sheer idea was stupid enough that I quickly dismissed it.

'Eh, I'll just ask her myself.'

Right now though, there was a person I needed to revive.

I reached the base where her body lay, as pristine as ever. I'd assigned a couple of demigods to always take care of her, to clear away any growing roots or plants from around her. Wasting no more time, with anticipation clawing at me with the strength of a Tier 8 Monster, I gently laid down the Fleece, covering her from collarbone to knees like a shroud….

….And then I waited.

'Observe'

Thalia's Tree

Age: 4 years

Race: Immortal Tree

Tier: 5 (Sealed)

Level: 374 (Sealed)

Divine Power: 0/360,000 (Sealed)

Stamina: 0/382,000 (Sealed)

Health 17/377,000 (Sealed)

Tree's Health: 500,000/500,000

I waited.

Health 17/377,000 (Sealed)

I waited.

The demigods had come out to observe now, Anna lite the closest amongst them, her hand coming to squeeze my shoulder in greeting and comfort.

Health 17/377,000 (Sealed)

I waited.

A spike of fear and despair was gnawing at my heart now, my senses absently picking up Chiron bowing shallowly to Circe in the background.

Health 17/377,000 (Sealed)

….Fuck.

The fear was rising up my throat now, along with a rage of helplessness that brought with it an urge to let loose my power upon this world completely, obliterating this state, and this entire fucking country, into fragments of dust.

Barely controlling myself, taking strength from the gentle hand on my shoulder, I waited…

Health 18/377,000 (Sealed)

I blinked. I blinked again….and a wave of sheer relief exploded within me, expelling all the chaotic mess within my heart like a tsunami washing over a tiny sand castle.

I chuckled, feeling lighter than ever as I slowly stood up, patting Annabeth's hand on my shoulder.

"Is it done…" She whispered, "Will she—?"

But my smile must've said it all cause she wrapped her hands around my waist in sheer jubilation.

"I have to go meet Zeus now," I squeezed the girl tighter. "Can't delay a summons for much longer. You stay here and keep an eye on her, alright? She'll be up in no time. Someone has to stop her from running into danger headfirst like a baby chick again."

Annabeth mumbled a vague yes before she disengaged. My friends, all the cabin leaders, were standing a few paces back, stunned awe on their faces as they kept their eyes stuck on my sister's slowly coloring face.

They all had taken the news of my ascension with grace, only showing a minor amount of uncertainty before going right back to normal, just like I'd wanted. The amount of shit I've pulled over the years had probably desensitized them to my brand of bs. Their loyalty and worship for me was already sky high before my official title changed to a God of Olympus; or as the Wind gods were announcing the news, carrying the same words from Zeus that day; the Mortal God of Olympus.

I ordered them to guard the tree, and they simply accepted with a bow. And I knew, as long as they were alive, Thalia would be safe. More importantly, she wouldn't be wandering off anywhere...like say, diving head-first into an immortal witch's flying-vines trap.

'You better get back up soon,' I glanced down at her sleeping figure, still attached to the tree. 'I have a whole lot of words prepared for you, darling sister.'

With one last glance at her health, which was irritatingly still at 18, I turned back to Circe, nodding at Chiron in passing. "I'll be back in a bit. We have news to exchange, I'm sure."

Then, with a hand wrapped around Circe's waist, I disappeared into the air, making my way straight for Olympus.

I dropped Circe in my castle on the way to Zeus. The goddess was going to play a major part in my plan, something that constituted being more than my personal divine sword sheath…though that function was just as appreciated.

My plan was for Hecate to contact her daughter, and perhaps prepare some form of rescue, revealing herself as a result.

And once she revealed herself, it would be all too easy to capture her.

'The first victim of war….and by my hands too.' Well…technically Ares was the first victim but he didn't count. You need a brain to be in a war.

It didn't matter what type of absurd magic she had in her repertoire, the simple fact that my magical and mist senses were maxed out meant no sneaky shit could happen around me. And if she tries any direct magic, I'll be able to overpower her.

As long as I could successfully spring the trap upon the goddess of magic, her end was certain.

Of course, overconfidence in matters like these could be a death sentence for me—I wasn't completely immortal like the rest of the Greek gods—so caution would be my new best friend in this war. But Hecate was one goddess that I really wanted to take out from the game early on. She had a reputation similar to Eros, drenched in mystery and shadows. Even though she is widely recognized as a Minor God, people feared and respected her almost as much as an Olympian.

'Probably cause she's a Titan.'

...All of these were really great reasons to take her out of the war, but the one that mattered to me the most was much simpler. She tried to kill me. Indirectly sure, with a failed ambush, but it's the thought that matters!

She tried to kill me...after I rescued her kids, and gave them a new cabin to settle in, she tried to kill me...

So obviously, I must bury her deep within the Earth's core.

'Oh, this war's gonna be juicy!' I honestly couldn't wait for it to start in earnest. The sheer leveling opportunities it could provide alone was enough of an incentive for me.

Shaking my head, I focused ahead, entering the Throne room of Olympus. It was empty save for one, but that one was the one who truly mattered.

There, sitting upright on the center throne, was my father dearest. The grave lines on his face and the crackling of lightning around his massive chair instantly alerted me, a terrible suspicion suddenly birthing within my chest.

'...Does he know?' My feet slowed down to a crawl.

I may not love my father as I loved my sister, or Hestia….or Gabriel. But I did respect his power enough to know that should he Will it, I'd be a pile of ashes blown off into the Wind.

And for all his recent changes and personality management, he was still Zeus.

Honestly, had the words of Poseidon not made me doubt his motives, I would've put a greater resistance against banging Hera. Zeus has been nothing but kind to me since the end of that Monster war, and repaying him by screwing his wife would've been a betrayal of trust.

But Poseidon's words...and then Hera's, were showing me a picture of him quite unlike what Zeus was trying to portray himself as.

It made having any lick of loyalty for him difficult.

Of course, even with that, common sense would dictate not to bang your King's wife. I may be a horny bastard, but I wasn't suicidal.

A part of my reason for including Hera in my conquest list, however, was also due to the bitter knowledge of him having been with Gabriel...once upon a time. No matter how irrational my annoyance, the fact remained, screwing Hera brought in a good karmic feeling of justice and revenge.

...In the end, however, only one reason rang the truest. A much simpler reason: Hera was one of the sexiest milfs in the world and I wouldn't have given up any chance to dive into that divine pussy.

As the gaze of the King fell upon me though, I found myself scolding my horny self. 'Why am I like this?'

"Mikael." The Skyfather rumbled, and I held my breath.

Then his usual half-smile curved up his face, and a large invisible weight clenching my heart suddenly lifted from his soul.

"Father." I greeted back cheerily, sauntering the last few steps forward.

"You succeeded in your quest." He stated it like the fact it was. "Well done. I would've expected nothing less. But it is time for something more…challenging. I hope you're up to the par."

The god climbed down from his throne, taking a shorter, mortal form. "This war will be unlike any other, Mikael. Do you remember my words, when you held that Apple in your hand, an inch away from immortality?"

I nodded quietly.

"It is time. Your ability to enter any gods' domain, and dismiss any divine rule, will now be used in full. When the war starts, these rules will be the only thing saving our world from complete and utter annihilation. We, the gods, shall be bound in what we can do. But not you."

Zeus turned around, waving his hand towards the space in front of his throne. Instantly, a wooden table with an honest to god World Map materialized in front of us.

"These are the territories controlled by different factions of this world. We control what the mortals call this country: the United States of America." He tapped a point above a tiny tail that I knew to be New York. "But we aren't alone. We share this country with the Norse and the Egyptians. And just like us, there are hundreds of pantheons across the world controlling mortal Territories."

Zeus sighed, glancing at me gravely.

"This war will assuredly reach every corner of the world. It will make the World Wars look like children fighting mock battles."

He paused, face twisting in a grimace. "Which is exactly what it was, technically. Though I never gave my children permission to interfere in the mortal affairs so the blame must not be placed on my shoulders."

"Oh of course not," I snorted. "I'm sure you weren't at fault in the slightest."

He ignored me and went on. "The point is you and I, we know the gravity of our situation. The smaller pantheons do not. The war will present them a chance to extend their territories, to expand their area of Mortal worship. They will not listen to reason, yet there is nothing I can do about it, shackled as I am by the laws."

As the words settled in my mind, I finally understood what purpose Zeus had planned for me. "You want me to kill any upstart gods trying to use this war like a ladder? Sure."

"Indeed." Zeus smiled grimly. "Of course, we mustn't lose our focus from the true fight. Hermes brings grave news for us. Ouroboros has added powerful gods and monsters to its ranks. Loki of the Jotunn, Fenris Wolf, Apophis; the Chaos Dragon...and of course, Kronos. We face insurmountable odds and we need allies. Quickly. The Norse has agreed to help us, but it is not enough. Do you remember the task I gave you as the new God of Olympus? It is time you leave on your journey to the underworld. Only this time, to a different part of hell."

Zeus paused dramatically, adding an electrical flair around his beard just for special effects.

Most of the info he gave was old news really, Katerea having revealed almost everything, so I stood waiting for someone more relevant.

Nothing came forth.

I blinked, then I glanced around, frowning. "Wait. Now?"

"Indeed." He nodded again, just as gravely.

"Like, now now? I can't wait for Thalia to wake up and yell at her for being stupid?"

Zeus' face twitched. "Is it really important?"

"Of course!"

He opened his mouth, then closed it with a click, scratching his beard absently. "...Your task won't take much time. I suspect it will take at least a day for your sister to wake up. I'm sure you can convince the Satans to join us by then. We do not need any except the two males. I have written them a letter which should help. Just get those Devils and come back."

I glared at Zeus. 'You know what dude? I'm glad I fucked Hera…'

Suddenly another curious question assaulted my mind. "Wait, what about the eight-eight oath?"

"Oh!" Zeus nodded, waving his hand. I felt nothing. "You're free from the oath. Your mother has already completed her eight years so you do not need her permission. You're free to go as you please."

"So I can visit her?" My eyebrows kissed my forehead.

I cast my mind back to Katerea's info. I was riding another climax when my questioning turned to Gabriel…

'Oh. Oh shit! Gabriel's in Hell, isn't she? Which means I can visit her and complete my freaking mission! Plus, wasn't she Ajuka dude's Knight or something?'

Sheer excitement and jubilation burst into my heart. What were the chances of gaining my mother and sister both around the same time? Very little, which meant it was true! No dream shit happening here.

'Well, It seems I have a new quest to finish…'

The quest to save my mother from the evil clutches of the Ajudude and regain her affection!

'God, I really really hope she didn't just forget about me. She was an immortal being thousands of years old after all. What were the chances she'd grow attached to me? What if she liked the time without me, being unburdened from my presence?...What if she liked this Ajuka dude now?'

I shook the painful thoughts away. I was the god of Beauty and Desire. It doesn't matter if she grows distant, doesn't matter if someone else tries to put their unwanted noses In the middle…all it would take me is some time and effort to reconnect…

And kill whoever the fucking bastard was, trying to get into her skirts…

I ignored some of the more despairing thoughts and came back to the present.

"You may do whatever you wish," Zeus shrugged. "Though remember, time is of the essence."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be off in a bit. Just need to say some goodbyes. Well, see you later pops!"

The ping of the quest sounded in my ears but I paid it no heed, quickly leaving the Throne room.

I had a fucking job to do. And an Angel to save.

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AN: Done! Finally! Regardless of my reason above, sorry for the late chap. Still, both are almost 13k! Hopefully you enjoyed every bit!

I wanted to add all the farewell scenes and at least one Hestia scene in this chap but meh. The next chapter will start with dxd. Maybe I'll add a couple of farewell scenes but no guarantees.

Also, I had someone in Discord point out a few errors in the stats of gods. Like an absolute dufus, I'd added an extra zero to Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades' energies (alongside a few some other errors). It has been sorted out, thanks to The Protagonist. If you notice the discrepancy between Divine Energy multiplier and Stamina/Health multiplier in earlier chapters, those ones are intentional. It'll be explained eventually. If you find any other errors, please don't hesitate to let me know. Thank you!

My discord: discord .gg/9wpfysDGsz to discuss fics, chill, and see character images.

My Pat reon: www. Pat reon com/ Robs511 (No spaces and a dot before com) for anyone who wants to read upto the next three chaps of all my fics.

Like I said above, if you're thinking about joining, also join Discord through Pat reon, linking both your accounts. If you don't know how, no worries, it's just a couple of clicks and I've added the info to my Pat reon bio/about. Alternatively, just send me a DM on Pat reon and I'll help you out.

That's all for today, let me know your thoughts in the comments, and I'll see you lot in the next chap (between 15-20, we're back to SOW). Peace