percy jackson · olympian gods · big three · react au · mythology · divine power · prophecy · modern attire · pantheon · fantasy
The chamber materializes around them—a cold, sterile room with a single massive screen flickering to life. The scent of ozone and ancient marble clings to the air. Gods in modern attire shift uncomfortably on summoned chairs. Ares kicks a chair, sneering. "Wonderful, we are back in this lowlife mortal room..." Athena arches a brow. "Congrats, you can see." Their bickering cuts off as Iris raises a hand. "Silence, please." The screen glows. Apollo lounges back. "Now, whose kids have you decided to torture?" Iris grins slowly, ignoring his jab. "Remember the prophecy? The next child of the big three who'll save or destroy Olympus?" The room goes still. Zeus's jaw tightens. Hades mutters, "This is why I don't come to Olympus anymore." Iris turns, eyes gleaming. "Just watch and enjoy." And…