Gray Heroics: Book 2

Setting Sun (Final) / Hit-Chick (Final)

"You know, I don't believe you've ever told me about this one, my son. Perhaps for good reason, hmm?" Zeus comments as he studies Apollo's only bastard, stroking his lengthy wavy beard while doing so. Presently, the hero is sitting at a lengthy dining table within the King of Olympus' palace, along with Zeus himself, Hercules, Hades, and Apollo. While waiting for the arrival of food, Zeus believes it best to resolve the conflict between his son and his son's son.

"It was a mistake that fate refused to let me solve, father... I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he persists with his troubling presence. A thorn that I simply cannot rid myself of." Apollo informs with a bitter tone.

"Aye. It's no wonder you have wife troubles. And here I thought the lad was just a friend of your offspring. Who knew he'd turn out to be a bastard of yours." Hercules remarks with a smirk, drawing the glare of the Sun God in his direction.

"I'm glad one of us finds this ordeal amusing, brother. Though it shows your taste in comedy is as poor as your dull sense of fashion." Apollo rebuttals. The comment simply earns a soft throaty chuckle from the strongest man alive - Hercules feeling he's stung his brother's pride enough for the time being.

"Well, my interest is certainly piqued enough. Tell us, who is the mother of my newly discovered great nephew?" Hades prods as he leans forward in his seat and rests his forearms upon the table.

"Is it not obvious?" Hercules questions with an arching brow.

"Sometimes, it's best to hear it straight from the horse's mouth than to speculate in vain." The Olympian God of the Underworld reasons as he shoots a brief glance toward Hercules.

"... It's–... My mother is Hel." Tyson answers almost reluctantly.

"The Norse's Goddess of Death!?" Zeus chimes in with a rhetorical question. His eyes then shift toward Apollo.

"Huh. It would seem the phrase drop-dead gorgeous isn't merely a figure of speech after all, eh son?... Heh. Haha! HAHAHAHAA!" thump! Zeus breaks out into a fit of hearty laughter and can't help himself from slapping the table at his own jest. Apollo, of course, looks away in discontent and annoyance while folding his arms.

"Father, please... this is hardly the time to make light of my circumstances." The sun God protests like a snobby adolescent. All the while, Tyson looks on with nothing short of soft confusion on his face. 

"Aye. Heheh... Aye, perhaps so, my son." Zeus responds while wiping away a tear from his eye. Then, the King of Olympus' attention shifts toward the American deity among them today.

"So, what was your ultimate purpose of coming here... my newly acquainted grandson? Surely that fight wasn't simply an unexplainable impulse the two of you suddenly found yourselves stricken with." Zeus inquires. With the heart of the situation finally arising into the conversation, Tyson sits up and puts on a serious face.

"I was the one who started the fight. And I attacked him because I grew frustrated with his callous responses and I felt I had to make my position as clear as possible to him." Tyson begins. 

"And what position was that?" Zeus prods with genuine curiosity.