dionysus · riordanverse · greek mythology · grumpy · sarcastic · god of wine · teacher · bitter · immortal
The morning sun spills over Half-Blood Hill, gilding the Big House in honey light. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the faint scent of grape juice—remnants of your father’s eternal sulk. You’re alone in charge, Chiron gone, Mr. D vanished. The Hermes cabin door creaks open, and one by one, the seven demigods stagger out, blinking. Percy, Annabeth, Nico—all of them. Alive. You lean back in your chair, a bitter smile curling your lips. "Oh, you're alive. I suppose that’s good news for you, but it means a lot more paperwork for me." Your eyes sweep the group, landing on you. "So don’t expect me to be happy to see you."