𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 - existing outside of or not in accordance with nature.
That's what they are. A Preternatural Existence. A living soul that does not belong in their new world. The world they thought that would only exi...
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𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐎
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"𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐇 dibaaaa...." Carmel sang with a sob as she lifted the cup of water in her hand and brought it to her mouth. Then, she slammed the cup down. "Nakaka-PUTANGINA!" she bawled out before bringing the cup back to her mouth, then slammed it again. (Song: Ere (Juan Karlos), Translation: Oh right? How fucked up it is.)
At this moment, Tadeo was very thankful that there weren't any campers sitting inside the mess hall to witness Carmel's sobbing display as it was still a bit early for lunch, and the campers were out training. He and RK are sitting next to each other as they stare quietly at Carmel, sitting at the other side of the table. "No offense Carmel, but..." RK brought a hand over his mouth. " I can totally see why you're related to him."
"Huh?!" Carmel's tears were literally streaming down her face as she poured herself another cup of water. From the way she was drinking to her crying state like she was a teenage girl who just got dumped and decided to get wasted so she could scream her heart out. Yeah, she's defitnetly Dionysus's daughter.
"Gurl," Tadeo clapped his hands to get her attention. "You, crying out here like some drunkard, yeah, that's enough proof that you're his daughter." Tadeo had to slap the reality in her so she could have a small push to accept it. "I know..!" she slammed the cup down again. To his surprise, it still survived after being pounded on the table many times already. He almost felt sorry for it. "But why him? Why not- Oh, I don't know... Athena? Aphrodite? Demeter? Hecate? Ares?"
'You can't even pass the qualifications of the possibility of being their child.' Tadeo wanted to say that but decided not to.
"Nuh-uh," Tadeo shook his head. "Names, Carmel. Remember? You ought to be careful..." Tadeo whispered. "Oh, right," she nodded her head.
"Also, Carmel, you literally had a stock of wine from your hometown in our past lives," RK pointed out. "And don't get me started with your high tolerance for alcohol, and you were still a minor!" and with that, she started bawling again because what RK had said was all true.
Tadeo sighed before speaking, "Hey, Mr. D ain't a bad guy-" "But he's a bad dad?" Carmel intruded. "Well, not really-" "Really?"
Carmel was now raising a brow at him, and Tadeo sighed. "He really isn't a bad guy. Although he isn't a good father either, out of all the Olympian Gods, he's the one who cares for his children the most." Tadeo could see that Carmel was doubting his words; they read, studied, and researched the same book after all.
However, the rest of them weren't fans; they were still new to the storyline, while Tadeo had been reading the books ever since his childhood. He knew the front and back of those pages like it was a part of him. A part of who he is.
