Return of the Dead King

Godly tension

A golden arrow whizzed through the air, a golden tail, almost like the tail of a comet coming from the end. It flew until it struck a target, splitting the arrow that was there previously. Again, and again, the golden arrows flew through the air, striking the target in the same spot every time, splitting at least hundreds of arrows.

Apollo was firing arrows rapidly, his golden bow, shining with an immense amount of light. Carved along the sides of the wood, orange beams of light burst as if rays of sunlight. The thread glowed silver, opposing the rest of the bow as well as Apollo's domains.

His bright blonde hair was matted with grease, that it almost seemed dirty blonde hair. Sweat dripped down from his forehead and face, showing the amount of time he had been practicing. His bright blue eyes were dull and pale, swirling in them were many emotions, sadness, anger and shame were the most primary. The god of archery was flickering with golden light, as he seemed to be struggling to control his true form. His sclera was bloodshot. His usually tan skin was very pale and seemed almost translucent.

Thunder boomed behind him, causing the god to roll his eyes and continue to his target. His golden bow suddenly vanished from his hands and a small golden knife appeared in his hands. With deadly speed and accuracy he let the knife fly from his hands.

It sailed through the air hundreds of meters before striking the target in the exact center, splitting the arrow and embedding to the hilt. His eyes glowed a brilliant blue before fading quickly and he muttered angrily.

"Stupid father, oh Queen of drama." Thunder exploded behind him, louder than normal and would have exploded his eardrums had he not been a god. Apollo turned towards the target and suddenly his face contorted into a scowl and he screamed in immense rage.

An orange beam of power shot from his chest like a lazer, hitting the target with a huge explosion. The light so bright even he had to avert his eyes. When he turned his attention back to the target he let a small smile spread out on his face. Before his eyelids dropped and the small vanished.

All that was left was black soot and a huge crater.

The god quickly turned around as a bright light erupted behind him, followed by the roaring of hot flames. A little girl around the age of eight stepped from the flames. Her eyes literal pockets of flames, flickering with warmth and hope. Her smile showed her bright white teeth and her pale skin matched perfectly with her light brown hair.

Apollo forced a small smile, causing the young girl to frown. "Aunt Hestia, what brings you here?" He said with a raised eyebrow.

"Your father demands your presence, a meeting is about to take place." The girl said with a warm soothing voice.

"No, he can go shove it up his ass. I am a little busy here." Apollo snarled with an angry rage. Hestia' eyes flashed and she slapped Apollo across the face. The god seemed hardly affected as his pale skin turned red.

"Language." She scolded. At the sight of his eyes, her face softened. "Come to the throne room, they need you there for the meeting." Apollo scowled angrily.

"No, I am done with Olympus. All of them are allowing my sister to rot wherever she is. She needs our help and we are not doing anything about it. As far as I am concerned, I am no longer an Olympian as long as Artemis is gone." Hestia frowned deeply.

"The Ancient Laws, your father can't..." Apollo cut her off with a loud laugh, that echoed across the room.

"He is no longer my father, I am done with him and cut my ties with him. And do not give me the Ancient Laws shit, he breaks them every fucking day. The only reason he allows this to happen is because Artemis went off on him in the last meeting." Apollo roared angrily. As soon as he cut off any ties with his father, his blue eyes were quickly replaced with deep, golden suns. Shooting off an orange light.