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After Elara had her...breakdown, Dominic and I took her to a new hotel that I paid for—obviously, since I'm the only one with any money. The hotel had a casino at the bottom, but I had to cross the street to get there.

I left Elara and Dominic in the room together, knowing they'd eventually get together. I just know these things.

I decided to wear a suit because, well, why not? It was just hanging there. As I crossed the street, I didn't bother looking both ways. I stopped caring about my life a long time ago.

Some say I'm reckless, but my mindset is that you only live once, so why waste it following rules when I could be breaking them?

Cars honked at me as I jaywalked, heading straight into the casino. I could sense a whirlwind of emotions around me—anger, fear, resentment. The air was thick with tension, but I thrived on it.

I wandered through the casino, the flashing lights and the sound of coins clinking filling the air. As I walked past the rows of slot machines, I noticed a group of five playing poker at a table in the corner. A blonde guy with a confident smirk was at the center, goading people into trying their luck against him. "Come on, if you win, you get a million dollars!" he shouted, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Intrigued, I made my way over to the table. The blonde guy's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a strange energy radiating from him. "Hey there, want to try your luck?" he asked, his smirk widening.

"Why not?" I replied, pulling up a chair. Little did I know, I was about to play poker with gods.

As I sat down, the blonde guy's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer. "You're a demigod, aren't you?" he whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I blinked in surprise. "How did you—"

"Name's Apollo," he interrupted, introducing himself with a flourish. "And these are my friends: Phobos, Iris, Deimos, and Zephyros." He pointed to each of them in turn. I noticed a slight disdain in his voice when he mentioned Zephyros.

I glanced at the cards in front of me, feeling a bit out of my depth. I had no idea how to play poker, but there was no backing out now. "Alright, let's do this," I said, trying to sound confident.

As the game began, Apollo and the others exchanged knowing glances, their faces a mix of amusement and anticipation. My hands trembled slightly as I fumbled with the cards, desperately trying to recall the rules.

Phobos and Deimos, the gods of fear and terror, watched me with barely concealed amusement, their eyes glinting with mischief. Iris, the goddess of the rainbow, offered me a reassuring smile that did little to calm my nerves, while Zephyros, the god of the west wind, remained aloof, his expression unreadable.