20. Parental Guidance

First off I have to address's this as it's getting on my nerves. I don't care what order the Olympians were born, I don't care who did what and who ruled or controlled what. And I don't fuking care if the poison Zeus used on chronos was mustardish.

My story.

His feet were slow as he walked through the town square, his eyes flicking to watch the passerbys, all much smaller than his giant form, and admire the pristine Greek architecture. It's been over 100 years since he's been here and the small island has changed a lot. From wooden huts and sparse cobble streets to brick mortar houses and buildings with proper stone or brick roads.

'I wonder how far the humans have come compared to the nymphs.' Hades thinks as he approaches his destination. Among the Stone and wood buildings a few stand out, one such building being the Parthenon, a giant rectangular monument of the gods glory. Of course when I say 'the' I mean the one on Crete since there's only one here, but there are dozens littering Greece most usually dedicated to one certain god or a group of similar divines, I can sense the mortals praying to me now that I'm paying attention. It's like a faint whisper that goes away when not paying attention with most of them just asking for their loved ones to rest well. I could probably use it to talk back if I wanted to.

Reaching the Parthenon's steps I take a deep breath and start to ascend the few steps, past the large marble pillars to the open wooden double door. Already I could see the small nymphs hustling and bustling to prepare for my arrival. It was enjoyable seeing them so worried about what I thought of the place.

With smooth, light steps I go to the center room which would no doubt house my makeshift family members. Moving the curtain aside I'm greeted with a beautiful sight. Amaltheia dressed in a tight fitting blue robe sits in the floor, play fighting with a little boy. The kid had spikey blonde hair and was short, but I could tell he was around 4 physically. Already, however his entire body was toned and sculpted obviously originating from his divine ancestry. He was my son, clearly but somehow it felt like I've seen his face from somewhere else before. Aha! With the metaphorical snap of my fingers a lightbulb is lit in my brain. He looks exactly like Meliodas from the Seven Deadly Sins anime. 

Well, this isn't good. To say the least. If I remember right R.O.B said Marvel plus a bunch of other universes, which I expected DC or invincible, maybe even The Boys, not fucking Seven Deadly Sins, an anime. This opens up so many more worries for me. Plus to make matters worse, he's my son... Does this mean I'm the Demon King? Meh. Even if I am I dare a hero to come and stop me from doing what I want. (If you can't tell I'm going to add a few characters from whatever I feel would be a cool part of the story. Such as Meliodas.)

With a knock on the doorframe they both snap their heads to me, Amaltheia's face lighting up into a knowing smile.

"Hi." Was all I said a little nervous.

"Looks like I've been gone awhile. Hope I haven't missed much." Rubbing the back of my head I enter the room to the beckoning of Amaltheia. My son just sits there looking at me with his big eyes.

"This is your father Meliodas, Hades. He's been away quite a while." She says to him looking at Hades with sly eyes.

"But he won't be going anywhere anytime soon, right?" Asking the question like it was actually a question. I'm surprised she's so different, but I guess it has been a century.

Walking to them I kneel down to be somewhat similar size to the boy, I look him in the eyes. His emerald peepers not flinching in the slightest from my burning embers.

"I'm not going anywhere." I say, a small genuine smile painting my face seeing them both relax. I have a lot to do now, but this first.

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Olympians pov

Zeus rubs his brow in frustration, his patience running thinner than a Cirrus cloud. The other gods around him feeling similar, with only Athena and the few other well tempered gods remaining composed.

They have been confronted with an ever growing problem. The mortals. They have been flocking together, their actions no longer beastly and barbaric, they are becoming civilized and with it, killing many supernatural beings. Fucking Prometheus. Once Hades wakes up The many minor deitys and prominent monsters have come begging their king, Zeus to do something about it.

This itself wouldn't pose an issue, it's the fact that they all ask Hades be the one to enact the punishment. Making them all a little annoyed at being overlooked.

Not to mention the fact he's been asleep for a hundred fucking years!. While they've been toiling and handing the petty matters of minor deitys and monsters he's been resting like he had nothing to do.

The more prideful of them such as Zeus or Hera scowl thinking about him. But the one who weren't even born when Hades fought were even more pissed off.

Just as they all silently solidified their dislike for the absent god Hades another petitioner entered the room.

Hermes reading her request aloud.

"Medusa, leader of the Gorgon people has come to Olympus to ask us to give them their own secluded island. They feel surround by enemy's, with the humans, nymphs and beasts openly attacking them constantly. They request Naxos, Milo's or if we feel so inclined to make one for them." As he finishes his report he looks at his sibling trying to judge what they think.

Looking at Zeus he can see obvious lust in his eyes looking at Medusas beautiful form, Hera glaring at him.

Medusa was lovely, her skin was a sexy light deep green with the edges of her face and neck patterned with scales. Her hair was made of many snakes each standing with grace, and she had a small mouth and pretty eyes but gave away a look calculation more than innocence.

He body was nothing to scoff at either, she was wearing a dark green toga with small golden embroidery at the edges. It was intentionally tight around the chest and butt parts exposing that she had considerable assets for each.

As all of the gods begin to notice Zeus's demeanor they sigh.

"Of course we'll help her. How could I let my people be slaughtered by beasts. In fact, let's make her an island, we'll call it Severus."

They silently release a groan at their kings stupid suggestion.

"Are you sure we couldn't help in some other way Zeus? Building a new island would cause major disruption to sea life." Poseidon chimes in.

"Plus, I have better things to do than making an entire new landmass, especially with the mortals always asking for fertile lands." Demeter says, annoyed as she feels another job finding its way in her arms.

To this, noticing the overall dislike of the idea, Medusa addresses the court, all while staring at Zeus.

"OH, please great and magnanimous Olympians, I would do anything~ if you would bless me by fulfilling my request." With bedroom eyes focused like a laser at Zeus. At this point the battle is won as Zeus has been ensnared by the snake.

"I don't see it being much of a problem Medusa!" He said excitedly, licking his chops lecherously.

They could only sigh. All of them knowing what happens next. Even Hera, who looked a little distraught more than angry at her husband's eagerness to break their vow.

It's only a matter of time before her love for him gets overshadowed by her divinity of marrige, in the end it wont be pretty, for either of them.