My Girlfriend's a Demigod

I Met the Parent

              I went to the restroom to wash my hands. We had a basketball game that afternoon and it’s against out top team competitor. Everyone’s relying on me, but I couldn’t focus. I washed my face with water and stared at the mirror. “She’s not dead.” A young boy stood beside me. He’s around 14 or 15 years old and he’s wearing a black cloak. Dark circles surrounded his eyes and his skin was very pale.

“What?” I asked him.

“Helena. She’s not dead. The battle was over but she was badly hurt. Turned out she wasn’t the child in the prophecy, but she fought really well.”

She’s alive. Thank the Gods! The boy smiled as if he felt my relief. “Wait. Who are you? How did you know about Helena?”

“I was there. They were all very weak to come out of Camp. This is a favor for her cabin for defeating my father.” I got confused.

“Your father?”

“I’m Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, God of the Underworld.” Nico vanished after wishing me luck for the game. My hopes went high. Helena’s alive and would come back. I played the game at my best and in the end, we won. The entire school cheered on and celebrated. I imagined they were celebrating for Helena’s return, too.

            The team went to the ice cream shop to celebrate. Everybody was chatting happily, eating waffles with their ice creams and taking pictures. I went to the counter to buy a waffle when a man beside me said, “Congratulations, boy.” I looked up and saw a big man. He’s tall, muscular and he had scars on his face. He wore black jeans, a pair of combat boots and a muscle shirt. He had a pair of red tinted sunglasses and a weird iron padlock necklace.

“Th-Thank you, sir.” I said politely. I didn’t know this man, how did he know about our win?

“I look after my children, although they don’t notice it. I help them when they’re in need. But I really can’t give things that will make them happy. Some of them are angry to be my child.” What was he talking about? He seemed to have understood the confusion on my face. “I know you’re important to my daughter. Please take care of her when she’s off Camp. I wanted her to stay there, but she hated the place.”

That’s when I realized I was speaking with Helena’s dad- Ares, the God of War himself. “Y-yes, sir. I will.” He tapped me on the shoulder and he walked away. Outside was the biggest motorcycle I’ve ever seen. It was a black Harley. He mounted it and he was off. I felt goose bumps all over my body as I sat back down my chair.

“Taylor, your ice cream’s melted.” My team mate told me. I looked at the frozen dessert and thought the God might have affected its texture.