David Zuzunaga - Zeus becomes mortal

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I woke up in a dumpster. You might be wondering: “why was the king of Olympus in a dumpster?” Well, I’m asking the same question.

All my body hurt. That’s weird. I stood up and looked at it. It was full of trash! Next to me there was a wallet. I opened it. It wasn’t mine, that was obvious. The wallet had a driving license of a mortal called “David Zuzunaga”. That surname was really lame. The guy of the picture had at least 17 years, messy blonde hair, grey eyes and a lot of acne. It wasn’t a pretty guy. I saw a paper next to me. I grabbed it and I read it. It said:

“This is a present for you, daddy. Or should I call you David Zuzunaga? I hope you like the acne. MUAJAJAJA. Love and kisses, Apollo.“

Wait, what? I saw me in a shop window.

Oh no.

I was the guy of the driving license. I was David Zuzunaga. I was horrible. I was…

I was a mortal.

MY SON! APOLLO DID THIS TO ME! BRAT! BUT HOW? HE’S NOT MORE POWERFUL THAN ME! Probably he got help from other gods…That’s not fair! How could my own family do this to me? How? Okay, I’m not the best husband or the best dad, but I’m their king! They have to fear me!

And Apollo? I know he’s angry with me, but it was fair! I had to blame someone! When I get back mi immortality, I will punish him. Him and all the other gods that helped him! Probably Poseidon…he hates me because he’s a rebel. I will make him watch Finding Dory. He always cries with that movie.

Hades might have helped Apollo. They don’t get along very well, but they both hate me. I will make Hades suffer.

And I will transform Apollo in a mortal again and he will have to work like a garbage man! Yeah!

I would think about the other punishments later. I had to search for help. If I was a mortal, the monsters wanted to kill me. So I started walking. I was in New York. The idea of going to the Empire State and shout crossed my mind, but that wouldn’t work. I wondered who was in my throne at that moment. They were probably fighting. Fools. The street where I was seemed familiar to me. I knew I’ve walked there before, I didn’t know when. But I knew it.

The humans were looking at me like if I were some kind of homeless teenager that fell into a dumpster.

Oh, wait. I was that.

Suddenly, I knew where I’ve seen this street before. I was in front of the Hermes Express Company, the place where all the packages waited to be delivered by my son. He would probably help me. I mean, I’m sure he loves when I give him extra work to do and don’t let him rest. He adores me! I ran into de place. It was full of people, probably assistants. They were answering phone calls and carrying boxes and envelopes. I saw a woman in a desk, working with a computer. She was wearing classy clothes and glasses. She had her dark hair tied with a ponytail. She was pretty. Really pretty. When I become immortal again, I will fuck her.

“Excuse me” I told her with my sexy smile. But she looked at me with disgust.

“How can I help you?” She said.

“Is Hermes there?” I asked.

“He’s bussy.” She said.

“This is important! I’m Zeus! His own father! Tell him that if he doesn’t come here right now, he will be grounded!” I said with a high voice, but the woman smiled as if I was a puppy doing stupid things. She grabbed her phone and started talking in a low voice. A few seconds later, Hermes appeared in a flash of golden light in front of me. I closed my eyes. When I opened them, I saw him. He was wearing his sports clothes, as usual, and he had a very big smile.

“Hi dad!” He said.

“Hermes! Son! You have to help me! Your evil brother did this to me! We have to make a plan and-”

Before I could keep talking, he started laughing very, very hard.

“It’s not funny!” I said, angrily.

“Sorry dad. I can’t believe our plan worked! You are a mortal!”

“Plan? What plan?” I asked. But then…oh no. “You helped Apollo! You two did this to me!” I shouted. I was angry. Very angry.

“Oh, not only us. Apollo got help of many other gods.” He said, smiling.

“How could you? I’m your father! I’m your king!” I wanted to throw a lightning bolt to him. I wanted to punish him. I wanted to make him say sorry. But I couldn’t.

“The same king that threw his own son from Olympus and blamed him for nothing? The same king that hates the 70% of his kids? The same king that can’t be loyal to his wife? The same king that doesn’t let his own brother to live in the palace because he’s “creepy”? The same king that gives me lots and lots of work without a rest? Yeah. I don’t think you are a good king, Zeus. Or a good father. Or husband.“

I didn’t know what to say. His smile had disappeared. And when Hermes isn’t smiling, something very serious is happening. What should I do? Say sorry as I do when Hera gets mad? No. I was angry. They made me a mortal!

"I don’t care! I’m your king and you must do what I tell you! The first thing you have to do, is to make me immortal again. The second one is to say sorry. And then-”

“Sorry? You want us to tell you sorry? Oh well sorry father to always do what you want me to do. Sorry for doing lots of jobs for you. Sorry for helping you with Hera. Sorry for not being a good slave.” He said. Now he didn’t look very angry. He looked sad.

And the word slave? That punched me in the stomach very hard. He wasn’t my slave, I didn’t want him to feel like that. He was my assistant, the guy who does all the hard work to me and do whatever I ask for and…

Wait.

That’s a slave.

“Hermes…”

“HERMES NOTHING!” I admit it; that scared me a little bit. “You are not a good king. You are not a good father. You deserve everything! You deserve what Apollo didn’t! Now go away!”

I did as he told me. I got out the Hermes Express Company. I wasn’t that bad! I was a really good king! And a good father!

…

Well, maybe I wasn’t. But that’s not excuse! He will pay! They will all pay!

Where should I go now? Should I ask Percy Jackson? No, he wouldn’t help me. Should I…go to the camp halfblood? No. No way. I won’t go to that horrible camp. I had to think something else…

But oh oh.

A big, black dog, with red eyes was looking at me a few streets away. Probably Hades had send it. I didn’t have another option:

Run and go to the camp.

So I started running, hearing the barks of the dog of the hell.