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

*We Get Advice From A Poodle

Note: There will be 7 gods in the harem. They are: Poseidon, Hades, Apollo, Beelzebub, Anubis, Buddha, and Loki

The gods nodded, many still recovering from laughter, while others appeared contemplative.

"She has quite the spark, doesn't she?" Hades mused, a faint smile on his lips.

Ares grinned. "That girl doesn't hold back. She's got fire in her—makes me wish I could be there to guide her."

"She is definitely no ordinary demigod," Beelzebub muttered from his spot, fascinated by the girl's audacity in disrespecting the gods.

"Well," Rhea said, raising her chin slightly, "regardless of her boldness, we'll have to see how the Olympians of that universe respond to such... a unique gift. Though, I foresee they'll be livid."

"Let them be livid," Poseidon muttered under his breath.

The next title appears:

We Get Advice From A Poodle

The gods stared at the new title on the screen, blinking in disbelief.

"A poodle?" Ares said, his voice cracking with laughter. "Wait—advice from a poodle? What kind of quest is this?"

"Is this some sort of joke?" Hera muttered, her regal composure momentarily slipping as she struggled to process the absurdity.

Buddha smirked, shaking his head. "First Medusa, now a poodle. This is certainly not what I expected when I tuned in."

Shiva burst out laughing. "I'm starting to think this whole adventure is just one big cosmic prank. What's next, a talking squirrel giving life lessons?"

Apollo rubbed his temples, sighing. "I should have known things would get weirder. Why does this sound like something Hercules would come up with?"

"Hey!" Hercules yelled.

"I must say," Loki chimed in, barely containing his amusement, "advice from a poodle? I can't wait to see how that plays out."

Poseidon doesn't look amused.

We were pretty miserable that night.
We camped out in the woods, a hundred yards from the main road, in a marshy clearing that local kids had obviously been using for parties. The ground was littered with flattened soda cans and fast-food wrappers.

The gods grimaced at the mess. Hermes and the nature gods looked pissed as fuck at the sight of the litter.

Hermes clenched his fists. "Mortals have no respect for the land anymore," he muttered. "How can Lord Chaos expect us not to destroy humanity?"

Jarilo, the Slavic god of vegetation, barely containing his anger, growled, "It's no wonder many habitats are dying. They treat the world like a trash bin."

We'd taken some food and blankets from Aunty Em's, but we didn't dare light a fire to dry our damp clothes. The Furies and Medusa had provided enough excitement for one day. We didn't want to attract anything else.

Ares, Thor, and Hercules gave approving nods.

"Smart call," Ares grunted. "Better to stay cold than dead."

Hercules chuckled. "Not bad for a bunch of kids."

Thor smirked. "They're learning."

We decided to sleep in shifts. I volunteered to take first watch.

"She shouldn't have to," Poseidon growled, , his eyes narrowing as he glared at the screen. "If her father were handling things properly, she wouldn't be out there, cold and vulnerable."