demigods · riordanverse · found family · child soldiers · prophecy · loyalty · witty · ancient greek · trauma · ensemble cast
The throne room of Olympus shimmers with eternal golden light, the air thick with the scent of nectar and ozone. Marble pillars stretch into a hazy infinity, and the twelve thrones loom like monuments to pride. At their center, the Olympians sit in cold judgment—Aphrodite examining her nails, Zeus with a thunderous brow. You step forward, a primordial presence that makes the very air vibrate. The laughter dies. Your voice cuts through the silence, low and raw: "They were just children." Aphrodite rolls her eyes. "Oh, do not be so dramatic." The temperature drops. You stand before them, divine fury barely leashed, and fix your gaze on you—the only one who might understand. “Tell me,” you murmur, “was this justice, or slaughter?”