Chapter 39

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Luke made good on his promise and promptly apologized to the Chases. After which he spent almost two hours telling stories of his, Thalia's and Annabeth's adventures. Did I grow jealous at any point? Hah! Never! I'm the son of..!

Yeah I did. I grew jealous. A lot. Especially when he described meeting the hunters.

Now now, don't get me wrong, I wasn't a fan of the hunters. But I definitely wanted to meet them and give them a piece of my mind.

Especially that man-hating bitch Artemis. Maybe my views were coloured by the fictions I read, but holy fuck were the hunters annoying.

Like seriously! They hated males because their past boyfriends and lovers hurt them? Oh boohoo, let me just sit here and cry tears of sympathy for them, as if everyday millions of men and women don't get divorced. As if millions of teens don't find their girlfriends and boyfriends fucking their bestfriends behind their backs.

It was just a part of life. It happens to you? Fuck them bitches and bastards, move on to the new ones. Or kill them and take revenge, whatever. You do you.

But outright giving up on the opposite gender? Seriously? The entire group of hunters seemed like overgrown children who've been wronged but never learnt to let go and move on. Pathetic. Or maybe I just didn't understand them.

Nah, they were just pathetic.

Eventually the topic shifted to me, and I wondered if I should tell them about myself, before deciding to go with the spirit of our moment. It wasn't a big secret anyway.

"Well, I don't have any fantastic stories of fighting monsters except rare times, but more like, watching my mother fight while I cheered her on. Though I did kill a dragon when I was six, and that was pretty awesome."

"Wait, your mother? But didn't you say your father was the god? Zeus, right?"

"I am son of Zeus, but I lived my first eight years with my mother. Actually you should probably know my mother. Do you know angels of heaven?"

"Like Michael and Gabriel?"

"Exactly! In fact, I'm the son of the former angel, Gabriel." I declared with a proud smile and a flare of my wings.

They gasped. I preened.

And then they were all over me. Gods Damn it.

"Ooh! These are real wings! How is this possible? Does you spinal cord have extra compartments to store them, or do they come out from the back of your ribs? And how are your clothes still intact? And is this why you look so unnaturally—"

"Frederick, be a dear and shut up. Does it hurt you, Mikael? Are they uncomfortable to extend? Ooh, they are soo smooth and pretty, do you use shampoo to wash them? And what about..."

Gods damn it.

After some time they got over their shock and excitement, and look ashamed. As they should, I made sure to remind them.

Still, I answered their questions as best as I can— I don't know angel anatomy so I didn't know where we stored the wings; my clothes aren't intact, they have four holes in their back for my wings to flare out, I just cover the holes with mist to fool mortal eyes; No, they aren't uncomfortable to release; ...And no, I don't use shampoo to wash them but maybe I should. My beautiful wings deserve all the love they can get.

Eventually the night grew too deep and the parents tried being the adults for the first time that day and sent us to sleep.

I got Annabeth's room; well it was supposed to be Annabeth's if she ever came to live with them again. While Luke slept on the couch. I don't usually like to sleep but i needed to recover my divine energy and 6 hours of rest on a bed is necessary for that.

And so, at around 10 in the night, we all went to sleep.

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The next morning we were introduced to two little Chases– Mathew and Bobby. While Luke and I got up to a comfortable start, Mathew and Bobby's day was a little more hectic; which included nappy changes, random tantrums, and some bad food play.

The elder Chase took a leave from his school for today (he was a history teacher), citing urgent family matters. Around 9 in the morning we were all sitting around the dining table.

"Say, you didn't tell us what you were here for yesterday, did you?" Mr. Chase asked, squinting his eyes as if to remember.

"No, we did not." I replied, before glancing at Luke. "Go on, tell them. It's not that big of a deal."

It was Luke's quest, better for him to explain. And explain he did, but he wasn't too enthused. As time passed, luke seemed even more uninterested in the quest.

'I should ask him for that prophecy again, after we're done with the Chases.'

The Chases had a lot of questions, and even more worries. But we managed to reduce them as much as we could. We still had a few hours to kill, and Mr. Chase suggested a practice match between us to see how far we were compared to normal humans; he even had these various tools to note how fast we moved and how strongly we struck.

Of course, he got smacked on his head for suggesting this by Mrs. Chase but we were too invested in the idea already.

In the afternoon, we drove to the Crissy fields, a former us army airfield, which was declared a wasteland and had just gone through restoration to be opened to public.

"I was hired for my historical knowledge, to try and recreate the bases just as they once were. I have a lot of equipments here, and a large open space where you two could fight!"

He was bonked on the head again by Mrs. Chase, who had also bought along her children to 'try and keep her husband from doing anything stupid.'

Crissy field wasn't some closed off military compound with large walls and boundaries as i was expecting. Instead it was...a field. An open field with a few houses and an incredible view of the bridge and the marsh that connected to the Pacific ocean. It was a simple but beautiful place.

There were a few people present and i had to put a thick layer of mist on their eyes to keep them from seeing anything they shouldn't.

After Mr chase set up his equipment, and Mrs. Chase requested we not take the fight too seriously, Luke and I squared off against each other. I created two steel swords (so our strength wouldn't break it) coated with wood for us to fight with, while taking a look at his stats.

Luke Castellan

Age: 16

Race: Demigod

Tier: 4

Level: 365 (Max)

Divine Power: 100,000/100,000

Stamina: 180,000/180,000

Health: 177,500/177,500

Stats

Strength: 345

Speed: 385

Dexterity: 380

Endurance: 360

Constitution: 355

Mental: 27

Spirit: 200

He had grown much since the monster battle. His ridiculous need to strengthen himself had made him a very powerful demigod, almost to the peak of tier 4. His main strength however, would always be his Sword wielding skills.

Though his maxed status troubled me a little. It looked similar to the gods. Did that mean he wouldn't grow anymore, Or that his physical stats wouldn't grow anymore? Had he finally reached his limit? It seemed likely. Now he can only hope to improve his Sword-fighting.

The fight was...boring. Luke was a fantastic swordsman, around master lvl 5 if I had to guess. But that was the only advantage that he had. Oh, and his height too.

And even in that, it was an advantage I purposely gave to him so he could atleast not bore me too much, considering I was a master lvl 6 in Spear-wielding, a weapon with higher reach which would even take out his height advantage.

Even without my wings, my speed and strength were simply out of his league. Any clever sword move he pulled on me was negated by my sheer speed and strength. He manages to lead me in a trap? I'll simply flex my wrist a bit to overpower him. He manages to get inside my guard? I'll simply move faster than he could react to knock him back. And this was after I was holding myself back. A lot.

To be honest, no demigod was my match anymore. And with this ridiculous 'max' thing they won't even be able to grow. Perhaps if I was living in the times of Hercule and Theseus...maybe they could've proven to be a challenge. But now? No demigod alive could hope to match me.

And Luke knew this. I could see it in his eyes; the frustration and anger. Knowing he'd never be my equal.

And I wasn't even using my true weapon! If I went all out, this fight would be over in a millisecond. Before anyone could even comprehend what happened, I could bend him in two, with his own sword down his throat.

Still, I let the fight go on for a good minute or so, before becoming bored, and finished the fight with a lightning quick twist of my sword to disarm him.

"Good fight." I said with a shameless smile

"No, it wasn't." He groaned out we as moved towards the Chases.

Their faces were worth looking; clear shock and awe was glinting in their eyes.

"I never knew you were superhumans! I mean.. I know you said it but still!" Mr. Chase exclaimed. "You both were moving atleast hundred times faster than humanly possible, while your strikes sent vibrations through the ground! Amazing, truly amazing. Imagine what you could've done in the world wars...the entire history would ha–"

Smack! "Don't say things like that Frederick!"

After that we did the strength test too. Luke was able to lift the whole biplane that Mr. Chase owned. It weighed over a ton, and needless to say, we both managed to lift it.

"What else can you pick up? Drat! I don't have proper measurements for strength, or we'd be done with this by now. We have a bulldozer here but it's a huge one. One of the biggest in existence in fact. It was used in reconstruction of this base. Probably weighs around eighty, eighty-five thousand pounds. It's a bit useless right now, so you can try that if you want. But that'll be too much, wouldn't it?"

The bulldozer was indeed huge. With panzer-like chains instead of tires, it looked more a tank than a bulldozer. So huge in fact, that even someone strong enough wouldn't be able to lift it completely. Not because it was too heavy, but because it would be too huge for them to get a good grip.

Luke tried it first, and with straining muscles, he managed to lift the back of the huge bulldozer but his hands were straining badly.

"Well, it seems we've reached your limit. I'd say you might be able to pick up the whole bulldozer if you try it from below the middle. Truly superhuman!"

Me, on the other hand...

"Holy lord! Are you sure you are even a human anymore?" Mr. Chase exclaimed when he saw me lift up the whole back of the bulldozer with one hand. I could've lifted it completely, but the creaking metal convinced me to let the thing live for another day. It was just too rigid to lift without breaking.

I'm sure it must've looked a little comical to see a 10 year old lift up a bulldozer with a single hand like some badly written fantasy, but their sheer awe seemed to overshadowed any amusement; except for Luke who was snickering quietly.

"Well, I'm more god than a demigod and I'm certain that I'm not a human, soo..."

It would've been possible to lift it up without breaking it had I done so from underneath it, but the terrified Mrs. Chase forbid me from the attempt. She looked so frightened that I didn't have the heart to tell her off.

Eventually we had to stop all our fun as the evening arrived. It was time for us to leave.

The Chases tried to saddle us with all sorts of things from food to clothes. But sadly we had to reject the offer. I was especially sad to leave behind her delicious fried chicken sandwiches, but needs must. In the end, they wished us good luck on our journey and told to stop by whenever we wanted. And of course...

"Please tell Annabeth we care for her and she'll always have a home with us. Tell her to atleast give us a chance." Mrs. Chase said called out as we readied ourselves.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Chase. I'm sure she'll come around eventually."

And with that, our time with the Chase family came to an end as the sun started setting.

Wrapping Luke up in strings of air again, I bend the wind to my will and took off in a burst of speed. And with a last wave towards the Chase family, we flew for the mount Tamalpais.

Home of the Hesperides and the golden Apples.