Gods of Olympus

Antares sighed; he was in a really bad situation. Athena had found a strange form of entertainment—each time, she would tie his hands and throw him off Mount Olympus, forcing him to fall thousands of kilometers. And each time, he had to climb back up the mountain with his hands still tied, not allowed to use them.

Even though Antares absorbed all the energy from the fall, there was a crater beside the mountain because of him. After the 15th time, Athena got bored and allowed him to use his hands.

Athena: "Servant, do everything exactly as I say, okay? If you do, we'll get along."

Antares, spitting blood on the ground: "Screw you."

Athena got angry but held her temper this time.

Athena looked at Antares.

Athena: "Tell me, Antares, who do you think is more attractive: me or Artemis?"

Antares smiled: "You're both sluts, so I'll go with my right hand."

This time, Athena was really mad. She kicked him with all her might, but this time, the kick landed on Antares' balls. The hit was so powerful that even Hera wouldn't want to hit Zeus that hard—it hurt.

Antares fell to his knees and spat out a handful of blood.

Athena: "Is your answer still the same?"

This time, Antares was serious: "If you asked me if you or my right hand is better, I'd say my right-hand stands next to you like a model."

This time, Athena couldn't hold back. She grabbed Antares by the ankle and threw him off Olympus again.

Ten minutes later, Antares was back at the top, but something came to his mind. He pulled out the All-Black Necrosword from his spatial pocket.

The symbiote that came with the sword was happy to see Antares. He merged the sword with himself, and the black, gooey symbiote covered him.

The symbiote had no will of its own—it did whatever Antares wanted. He transformed it into his usual clothes, and unless you were Tier 0, it was impossible to separate the symbiote from him.

Antares reached the top and found Athena pouting.

Athena: "Hey idiot, this time you're going to face Zeus. I'll present you as my servant."

Antares: "I give respect to those who deserve it."

Athena's face grew serious.

Athena: "Antares, no matter what, show respect to Zeus."

Antares's face also grew serious: "Okay."

Then Athena grabbed Antares by his leash and took him to the gathering place of the Olympians. The door was huge, with a tree and mountain symbol representing Mount Olympus.

The door opened automatically, and all the gods of Olympus were there. Athena stood before them and bowed.

Athena: "Greetings to the great father."

Zeus, in a dismissive manner: "Whatever. Why did you gather us? I hope it's for a good reason."

Athena: "Yes, great father, I came here to introduce my first servant."

Apollo grinned wickedly at Antares, Artemis was angry, and every time she looked at Antares, she remembered what happened because her hand was still bandaged—she couldn't heal the wound he gave her. Demeter didn't know Antares and didn't care, Poseidon showed some interest, and Hades remained indifferent.

Artemis smirked: "Hahaha, this is what happens when you mess with a god."

Antares: "And how's your hand? Hurting, dear killer?"

As he said this, he first looked at Artemis, then at Apollo.

Zeus fired a bolt of energy from his finger and hit Antares, but he didn't move.

Zeus: "Interesting. Tell me, child, why don't you like the gods?"

Antares: "You've got it wrong. There's someone here I respect."

Apollo confidently puffed out his chest: "That's me, right, my dear Antares?"

Antares looked at him with disgust: "No, you're gay. The only ones here I respect are Hades and Hephaestus."

Everyone was shocked. Apollo was furious, and Artemis was surprised that Antares didn't respect a god.

Aphrodite was watching because Antares had told Jason not to trust her. Ares, on the other hand, was just waiting for the meeting to end so he could have sex with Aphrodite. Dionysus was sipping his wine from the corner.

Zeus: "Explain why, child, or I'll send you to Tartarus with my father."

Antares smiled: "Because Hades always minds his own business. Even though he took Persephone, he's always been faithful to his wife. And Hephaestus, even though his mother rejected her, keeps going in life. No matter how ugly she sees herself, to me, she's the most beautiful person here and one of the most tortured. And Hera... I pity her for having a husband like you."

Zeus stood up in anger, but Hera stopped him.

Hera: "This time, don't touch the boy. I like him."

Zeus swallowed his anger and sat down again. Aphrodite stood up, first looked at Athena, then placed her hand on Antares' chest, rubbing her chest against him. Ares was furious.

Aphrodite looks into Antares' eyes: "Is Hephaestus still the most beautiful?"

Antares smiled: "Even my right hand is prettier than you. Now go away—I can't see Hephaestus, and leave Jason alone, you bitch."

Athena hit Antares behind the knee, making him kneel: "Speak properly, Antares, you're in front of gods."

Antares said nothing and just nodded.

Zeus observed everything, then spoke: "I don't like your attitude, but you are a dragon, so as long as you stay loyal to Athena, that's fine. Dragons are valuable, especially those like yours that can withstand my lightning."

Athena: "Don't worry, great father. He'll stay loyal to me."

Antares: "Yeah, whatever."

Athena bowed her head.

Athena: "I apologize to the gods for everything. I promise to train him well, and I hope you forgive him."

Zeus: "I trust you, Athena. I don't want you to end up like your mother."

Zeus was smirking as he said this.

Athena nodded and grabbed Antares by his leash. As they left, Antares turned to Hephaestus and blew a kiss. Hephaestus blushed, feeling frustrated seeing Antares like that, but because he was now Athena's toy, no one touched him—not even Zeus, because Athena had never claimed anything before, and they all knew how obsessive she could be.

And so, Antares' meeting with the gods of Olympus ended.

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