Shoot the Messenger

Chapter 1: Don't Shoot the Messenger!

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Olympian Gods are praised from the highest peak in Greece. There lies my birthplace, the palace of Mount Olympus, which mortals can not reach. A shit ass palace of marble & gold; but unlike the others I could freely travel between worlds. I had a strong feeling everyone was jealous, especially Aphrodite. So, I would bring random things: hearts, sticks, coins, limbs. I am a God who's a bit lazy.

I've spent most of my time being a snitch. I'm like the God who invented Karen's. I am more or less the God of information to keep myself in Zeus's good graces. Using cunning and wit, I hid my true intentions. I'll say a few words here and there, and an orderly chaos erupts that's neverending. If it wasn't for the food and wine, I would never go back.

Gods never take breaks. When I think about it, it always gives me a headache. It was one of our many silly policies enforced heavily. It took Hades storming the palace of Mount Olympus for Zeus to reconsider. Unbeknownst to everyone, Hades just wanted more snu-snu time with my sister. The whole incident landed me in a troublesome predicament. It all started on one uneventful morning.

This day was the day I came from my trip to Greece and the day I wish I remembered the least. It was a special day when all the Gods and Goddesses were supposed to meet. Zeus sat lazily on his marble throne with his favorite oak tree pin fastened at the shoulders, scoffing at the others. A gold thread embroidered silk garment befitting his status draped over his massive physique in a pomegranate color. Everyone was there except for his brother.

I was just relieved this time it wasn't me. I'm always the last to arrive and the first to leave. It's a "fun gathering" for the Gods and Goddesses. But really, it's a gathering for my exes. My father, Zeus, has a twisted sense of humor. He holds a grudge because I won't take up after him and become Mount Olympus's ruler. I had to do something about his mood since his mood affected my freedom and my future.

"O' almighty Zeus, the clouds and the stars make way for your godliness. No God, demigod, or mortal can deny your manliness. O' almighty Zeus, we have come to celebrate your strength and vigor. Your glory..."

Zeus mumbled something under his breath.

"...makes even Kronos from the depths of Tartarus shiver. What makes you so displeased on your marvelous marble throne? Have I or anyone here done something we must atone?" Hermes continued.

"What are you talking about, my boy?!" The sound of Zeus's voice distressed the birds soaring by the palace. His voice reverberated from the throne room open to the outer realm.

Everyone erupted into giggles.

Hermes excessively began to sweat from the roots of his golden hair to his perfectly tanned jawline. "Zeus. Ahem! Father," he said.

"You always had an awful silver tongue. If you're so upset, why don't you alleviate some of my troubles? Hmm?!" Zeus slammed his fists.

"Father, I-"

In no less than two heartbeats, a dark haze covered the ground. Every single God and Goddess had turned around. The dark haze was pouring out of the eyes and mouth of a frowning Hades. I was cheerful because his presence saved me from humiliation. It was too unfortunate how fast my appreciation turned into devastation.

"The great king of the underworld has finally made his grand entry! If you hadn't appeared, I would have been so empty." Hermes joyously cried phony tears.

"Shall I go? I would ordinarily never be this late. It annoys me that you never ask why my dear wife never comes. Shame on you, my little brother. Is this the example you set for your children?" Hades sneered at Zeus.