Sing for the Abyss [Greek Mythology] hiatus

5: Serious turmoil, a tainted letter, and a musical chirp.

Hiatum's plan hadn't even erupted into its climax, yet serious turmoil had erupted in Olympus. 

Zeus slammed his hand on the purely black, wooden table that sat before him. The remaining Olympians sat around the table.

"I want to know what has happened!" Zeus yelled at his sister, Demeter. 

Demeter let out a sigh, almost tempted to punch the God of Gods' in the face. "Zeus, shut up. Nobody was watching over Artemis, and no one suspected that Artemis's 'dead' body was going to be kidnapped." She had her arms crossed, eyes deadly serious.

Zeus bit back a low growl. "I want my daughter back."

Hera decided to cut in. "Well, banishing Apollo from the Olympians' meeting was not suspicious at all." She spoke sarcastically.

Zeus let out a huge sigh. "Well, I had to."

"Yes, I'd have to agree. Apollo might bring the next plague if he knows his sister is 'dead.'" Poseidon cut in, trident at his side.

"Still, it was not wise. Apollo would most likely cause far more greater harm, now that you're keeping stuff from him." Athena leaned in her chair carefully. 

"Haha, let the filthy mortals catch the plague! They'd most likely blame each other over such  a thing! Ah, such a entertaining thought!" Ares laughed, clutching his side. 

Aphrodite let out a small giggle at Ares. "Oh, dear." She said. 

Hephaestus was right next to her, the grumpiest look on his face. Well, you'd probably feel that way if your wife, Aphrodite, loved your idiotic brother, Ares, right?!

"Why are we discussing Apollo? Shouldn't we talk about something worse, like who stole Artemis, and where Hestia is?" Hermes asked, the wings on his head dancing in frustration. 

Dionysus nodded, stuffing a grape in his mouth. "Yeah, that's most likely a better topic."

Zeus rolled his eyes. "All right, does anybody know where Hestia is?" He asked his ten Olympians, and Hades, who was standing in the back of the room. 

"No idea." Demeter grumbled, giving Hades angry glances. All the other Olympians seemed to agree with Demeter, without the angry expressions.

Hermes practically face-palmed. "Why aren't you all worried about Hestia? Apollo would be." 

Ares laughed devilishly. "Bwahaha! Apollo would because he wanted to wed Aunt Hestia!"

Hermes growled. "That's not what I meant. You all are simpletons." 

"Whoa, whoa, Hermes." Ares put his hands up, looking innocent. "No need for profanity! I'm sure simpleton isn't even in your vocabulary!" He laughed once more.

Hermes pushed back his seat, giving a deadly glare towards Ares. "You want to hear profanity? Stop acting like an ass!" He screamed.

Hades uncrossed his arms. "Both of you, stop it." He finally decided to join in.

"Ha!" Demeter gave Hades a look. "You're one to talk! You always seem to want my daughter, Persephone, staying in Tartarus longer than the deadline Zeus set." 

Hades huffed. "Goodness, Demeter. It was a serious problem I had to attend to! She's the only one I can trust."

Demeter snorted. "More trustworthy than you." She shot back like a rebellious teenager.

Zeus was rubbing his temples, stressed out completely. 

The door of the meeting area clicked open. A boy that appeared to be at the age of eighteen or nineteen looked in the room quietly. His hair was shockingly yellow, almost blinding. His eyes; however, were a beautiful blue.