DIVINE LOSER!

"The cabin is now a haunted house, baptized by yesterday's violence, and its passive accumulation of similarly vicious and desperate acts is as inevitable as dust gathering on the windowsills."
Paul Tremblay, The Cabin at the End of the World

I AM THE GODS' DIVINE LOSER!
(   ❝ hubris? the famous folly of men ❞   )
I LIVE ON THEIR BORROWED TIME!
(   ❝ i hope to be slightly more unique ❞   )

ACT I.
percy jackson and the olympians series
divine loser—the titans curse era

━━ CHAPEL KING'S life was all set out for her. Bred, born, and raised in Texas, law school in Columbia University, and practicing lawyer in New York State with Poppop's money to fall back on. To her father and mother, it was all as clear as day...

....except for the fact that Julia King wasn't actually Chapel's mother. The secret that her father had been carrying in his chest was unveiled on Chapel's first birthday; a gathering of family and friends where the audience was filled with blurry faces—people they thought they recognized, but couldn't place a name.

The teenage twins with matching faces and opposing clothes and hair—one with fingers experimenting on the piano, the other who stepped up to coo at the child; that was Artemis and Apollo. The gray eyed woman who stood in shadowed corners, who perched on inside balconies; Athena was a trigger finger away from summoning Aegis. Likewise, the burly man with close cropped hair watched the baby with hawkish eyes—a god of war, Ares, eager to see the powder keg about to explode. Then there was a stunning woman hanging on the arm of a husband, and thunder sounded with his every step; the king and queen, Hera and her Zeus.

Julia and William King raised their voices, called everyone to quiet. They took turns with little Chapel, one holding and the other speaking. Words like blessed and grateful would leave their mouths, and the divinities present would endeavor not to snicker.

Because this couple was not blessed, and they would not be grateful for much longer.

Artemis wondered how the goddess would do it, drachmas exchanged hands between Apollo and Hermes, but Athena would be the one proven right ( as usual, ares would grumble ).

William froze open mouthed, and Julia's hands stiffened around the baby. They did not blink or breathe, not even as the woman in black and blue removed the child from Julia's arms. Limbs moved like clay, easy to manipulate, and little Chapel was disentangled from a deceitful mother's arms.

The goddess Thetis turned her head to the assembled crowd, the front row of which was made up of a striking fragrance of divinity, and held the child in her arms.

"Things of the past are stirring, my kings and queens. The muses will sing of this one, and I will raise her well."

THE CAST....

❝THE PROMISED VICTOR❞
🪼 CHAPEL KING ⚔️
( as described )