The Sea Tyrant's Obsession (PJO x ROR) *18+* WTM/WTS Book 1

*I Became Supreme Lord Of The Bathroom

"Seriously? That man is a centaur? They're as horrible as the satyrs!" Zeus exploded.

"Not only does the poor girl have to be near the satyr, but now there's another disdainful creature too!" Hera added.

Poseidon broke a piece of his armrest in anger. Abominable creatures! They shall be eradicated! he thought. They shouldn't be near my Percilla.

Then he widened his eyes in shock at the last part of his thoughts.

"Both creatures are disgusting and awful due to their depravity! Why didn't we annihilate them eons ago?" Athena asked.

Hermes sweated. "Um... the satyrs are my sons..."

Loki side-eyed him across the room. "You must be a terrible father then, to raise such disreputable beings," he finished with a smirk.

Hermes glared at him heatedly.

"You need to straighten out your sons, Hermes," Zeus ordered, and Hermes quickly nodded.

"Then what about the centaurs, Father?" Apollo asked.

"We'll deal with them after the viewing of Percilla's life is over. Are we all in agreement?"

All the Greek deities nodded.

A new title on the screen appears:

I Became Supreme Lord Of The Bathroom

"I have a feeling Percilla's water abilities will be involved in this new scene," said Hades.

Every deity straightened themselves, prepared to see more of the girl's divine powers.

Once I got over the fact that my Latin teacher was a horse, we had a nice tour, though I was careful not to walk behind him. I'd done pooper-scooper patrol in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade a few times, and, I'm sorry, I did not trust Chiron's back end the way I trusted his front.

"That's rather amusing," Apollo commented, "though it's clear Percy's discomfort is genuine."

We passed the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudged each other. One pointed to the minotaur horn I was carrying. Another said, "That's her."

"Looks like she's already the talk of the camp," Hermes noted. "Though it's understandable, given her recent arrival."

Most of the campers were older than me. Their satyr friends were bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMPHALF-BLOOD T-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. I wasn't normally shy, but the way they stared at me made me uncomfortable. I felt like they were expecting me to do a flip or something.

Poor girl," Hestia said with a hint of sympathy. "It's quite a lot to take in all at once."

I looked back at the farmhouse. It was a lot bigger than I'd realized—four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I was checking out the brass eagle weather vane on top when something caught my eye, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable. Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and I got the distinct impression I was being watched.

"I've got a bad feeling about that attic," Dionysus murmured. "There's definitely something not right about it."

"What's up there?" I asked Chiron.

He looked where I was pointing, and his smile faded. "Just the attic."

"Somebody lives there?"

"No," he said with finality. "Not a single living thing."

"He is actually telling the truth," Apollo remarked.