❝If you return to your old world, we will follow you, and we will destroy everything you love. This is your home now.❞
Percy's world didn't teach her about how obsessive a god's love would be. But when she was accidentally transported to this crazy...
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I MADE SOME MINOR CHANGES TO CHAPTER 34 "SOS I'M GETTING MARRIED, SEND HELP"!!! While I was scrolling around Pinterest, I found a better wedding dress lol, so if you wanna see it, go back to the chapter! It's only 2 images, but I like it better than what I previously chose!
PERCY FOUND THAT SHE ENJOYED exploring Apollo's palace. His palace was like a museum, there was artwork everywhere she turned. And usually she found visits to the museum boring, but his masterpieces were so beautifully done that she could hardly look away. This shouldn't have surprised her, since he was the god of the arts after all.
"Is this you as a baby? You look so cute!" She gushed, pointing at a large painting of a pink haired baby with bright golden eyes.
Apollo laughed, "No, that's my son, Phaethon. He is adorable though, isn't he? He's got his looks from his father." He puffed his chest out in pride.
Ahh, now that she was peering in closer, she could see a few differences. For one, baby Phaethon's pink hair had yellowish tips at the end, kind of like a sunset. Meanwhile, Apollo's hair was completely rose gold.
Wait, Phaethon... that name's familiar... It quickly clicked in her head. She turned back to him. "Isn't Phaethon the kid you told me about? The lil' guy who got you to swear an oath on the River Styx to let him drive the sun chariot and ended up setting fire to Midgard?"
"Which then led to me breaking the oath to try and stop him, being stripped of my godhood, and banished to Midgard for nine years, yes that is the one." He sighed heavily.
She snorted in amusement. "Cool kid."
"It was a horrible nine years," he bemoaned. "I was starving, everything was on fire, I was sweaty all the time, and my hair became flat and lifeless because of it!" He lovingly ran his fingers through his luscious pink hair.
"And that wasn't all," he continued. "After my nine years were over, when I came back, my precious son was already a fully grown god! I missed so much of his life!"
"Whoa, really?" Her eyes widened. "He grew that fast?"
"It's a normal thing amongst gods," he explained casually, but on the inside, he was excited to be able to explain godly biology to her. "You see, godly children are very different compared to mortal ones. They're not even born the same way—sometimes, at least."
"They can be born through reproduction, created through magic, or just... spawn into existence, right?" She listed out, remembering that Beelzebub was the third.
"Correct!" He beamed. "And they can either be born as a baby, or fully grown, like you were."
"...I see," she trailed off nervously. Saying something like 'right' or 'yes' would've been agreeing with his claim, and that would've been a lie that he would've detected. Man, she was beginning to realize how painfully careful she needed to be if she wanted to continue living with him.
