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

*We Hail The Taxi of Eternal Torment

Note: "A" won. So I will continue with straight reactions until the end. Whatever happens between Percy and Hades will wait.

Hera scoffed at Zeus, crossing her arms with an air of disdain. "Oh, really? Coming from the most unfaithful husband in the pantheon?" she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she cast a pointed glare in his direction. Her eyes were narrowed, daring him to offer any defense for his actions.

Zeus winced, the sting of her words cutting deeper than he cared to admit. He opened his mouth, hesitated, then closed it again. The King of the Gods knew it was wise to keep quiet. Any defense he could offer would only dig him further into a hole he wasn't sure he could climb out of. His mind spun, but the words just wouldn't come.

New title appears:
We Hail The Taxi Of Eternal Torment

The gods looked uncomfortable at the title.

"Taxi of... eternal torment? I feel like I don't even want to know," said Apollo.

Ares chuckled nervously. "I guess with the next scene, we'll be in for a wild ride then," he said jokingly, trying to break the tension.

Anthony was waiting for us in an alley down Church Street. He pulled Tyson and me off the sidewalk just as a fire truck screamed past, heading for Meriwether Prep.

"Where'd you find him?" he demanded, pointing at Tyson.

Shiva raised an eyebrow. "Just what is his problem with the kid? He looks aggravated by his presence."

Now, under different circumstances, I would've been really happy to see him. We'd made our peace last summer, despite the fact that his mom was Athena and didn't get along with my dad. I'd missed Anthony probably more than I wanted to admit.

Poseidon gritted his teeth at that last sentence.

But I'd just been attacked by cannibal giants, Tyson had saved my life three or four times, and all Anthony could do was glare at him like he was the problem.

"Probably saved her more in that short time span than he did," Loki muttered.

"He's my friend," I told him.

"Is he homeless?"

"What does that have to do with anything? He can hear you, you know. Why don't you ask him?"

He looked surprised. "He can talk?"

"What's with all these weird questions?" Zeus asked, confused and curious.

"Likely, he realized the boy is not a mortal," Hades remarked.

"I talk," Tyson admitted. "You are pretty for a boy."

Many gods snickered in amusement.

"Ah! Gross!" Anthony stepped away from him.

"He's obviously disgusted by him," said Apollo.

I couldn't believe he was being so rude. I examined Tyson's hands, which I was sure must've been badly scorched by the flaming dodgeballs, but they looked fine—grimy and scarred, with dirty fingernails the size of potato chips—but they always looked like that. "Tyson," I said in disbelief. "Your hands aren't even burned."

"Of course not," Anthony muttered. "I'm surprised the Laistrygonians had the guts to attack you with him around."

"What is he, then?!" Zeus shouted, while his fellow gods wondered the same.

Tyson seemed fascinated by Anthony's blond hair. He tried to touch it, but Anthony smacked his hand away.

"Anthony," I said, "what are you talking about? Laistry-what?"