Hours Before Midnight (Persephone and Hades a PJO based fiction novel)

Chapter 6: Let's Get It On

Hades strode on the whale's back having himself a nice refreshing pomegranate juice, not to mention sipping it with a spiral kelp straw(ordered by Poseidon), he sighed and stood looking overhead at the horizon, catching a glimpse at the beautiful sight of the Statue of Liberty. Lunch was great as far Hades could tell. He had to the honor of double killing Poseidon's strange cuisine since Persephone cannot even get a hold with the knife except poking it. Overall, the main course was awesome, but the phase two of the course was kind of side track.

Poseidon had to halt the chef and his unnerving style but Persephone pursued. Persephone's been eyeing on the platter once it has been placed. Seriously, of all the cuisine Poseidon could managed, he ordered cucumbers stack in three layers bathed with vanilla icing with urchin syrup on top saying Happy Holidays. Hades would've slapped himself unconscious for the umpteenth time. Poseidon did a face palm. Hades would've also done the same if it wasn't for Persephone trying to slice it. Fortunately, the dessert/s moves its way off the platter and comes to a squeaky crawl before it goes to a splash.

Who would've thought of a stupendous escape? Sea Cucumbers. Oy.

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I'm so hot

Nymphs they trot

"Oh gods, you're annoying." Artemis put her hands against her ears. Apollo's getting to her nerves, the sun god with his lyre pissing her off with his damn poetry.

Quit fondling my ass sis

Centaurs pawns Artemis

He counts the syllables with his fingers.

"WHAT? Take that back you lousy son of a bitch." She warned materializing her silver arrows and bow.

Guilty that she found some handsome centaur in Chiron's Party Ponies.

"ARTEMIS!" he boomed appearing from a funnel of cloud. "Don't insult your mother." Zeus reminded. Hera rolled her eyes.

The queen flung him off. "Oh don't be Artemis, your mom's a real –."

"HERA!"

Zeus glared at Hera like he's going to struck her his master bolt any moment now. Not the other master bolt for the love of Eros. Hera fumed and glared some more. She would never let thunder-ass pass this.

Yeah, like that'll happen. Gods, his vice had leaded them to disaster. Talk about a thousand of unclaimed demi-gods and his harem of women.

Artemis blinked, still pointing the arrow right at Apollo who just gave her a wink.

Silence had filled the throne room. Though, room wasn't appropriate since it is as big as a baseball gymnasium. Ares began to warm up; he's sore sitting his ass since the war had rested. He hates peace, peace doesn't rock his world.

'Finally some action!'

He thought and hits Hephaestus who goes muttering: "Gibson's… out…..no refunds…shut up…..." in his siesta. Hephy didn't budge so Ares leave him be given that he'll need to be pummelled for a wakeup call. Aphrodite merely glance from her mirror and back to make up her pretty face that if overdone she'll seriously end up as the goddess of clowns. Athena hadn't looked up from her work; she's far busy to mind such repetitive commotion.

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