Consort to the Primordials

Chapter 8: Camp Half-Blood

Dionysus reappeared at camp and sighed.

"Stupid tease..." he muttered.

He walked out of the Big House and into the dining hall, where everyone was eating. He sat at his table and clapped his hands together loudly, getting everyone's attention. "Alright, everyone, pay attention now, because I refuse to repeat this multiple times."

Lou raised her hand. "Mr. D, why do you... look like that?"

Dionysus looked down and realized that he hadn't changed forms, and then looked back up. "A very specific someone decided they like me more when I look like this, " he replied.

Another camper raised their hand. "Is it Ariadne?"

Everyone laughed. Ariadne had started spending time in camp with Dionysus after he had returned from Tartarus, and the campers had taken a liking to her.

Dionysus nodded. "Yes. Her and one other. However, this is also how I looked when I traveled through Tartarus."

Everyone fell silent, and then a voice started laughing. "If I remember correctly, you only started to look like that 5 months after you accepted his offer!"

Dionysus looked around grumpily. "Hello, Apollo."

Everyone sucked in a breath. Gods still didn't visit the camps that often, so the occasion must be important.

"Well?" Apollo asked. "Are you going to -"

"I was getting to it!" Dionysus yelled. "Chaos, you just have no patience."

Apollo suddenly took on a physical form, floating on his back in the air, rotating around Dionysus, who just looked at him, annoyed.

Apollo laughed. "I mean, to be fair, we it's been like a year since I've had any one-on-one time with -"

"ENOUGH!" Dionysus yelled. "Stop bugging me!"

Apollo rotated so that he could float on his belly and then wiggled his finger, making tsk tsk noises.

"And I thought you were trying to be nicer."

Dionysus groaned and put his head on the table. After about 10 seconds, he lifted it and found a random Satyr.

"You," he pointed out. "Go get Grover."

The satyr suddenly grew nervous. "U-uh, sir, h-he s-says that he's b-busy, and -"

"Tell him it's about Percy," Dionysus said.

Instantly, everyone in the camps eyes widened. The satyr dashed into the woods in a mad sprint, determined to find Grover.

Dionysus rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers, teleporting the satyr away.

"What about Percy?" Clarisse asked, her eyes narrowed.

"Oh, nothing bad," Apollo said. "In fact, it's actually good news!"

Clarisse raised an eyebrow. "Really? And what exactly is defined as 'good news?' Is he back from Tartarus?"

Apollo opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by Grover flying out of a bush.

He slammed into the ground and lay there for about 5 seconds before quickly standing up and staring expectantly at Dionysus.

"Dave told me you have news on Percy?" He asked.

"Oh, was that his name?" Dionysus asked. "Anyhow, we -"

"PERCY'S BACK!" Apollo yelled, doing jazz hands.

The dining hall was silent for a moment before chaos erupted.