The Seventh Child of Kronos

About revealing secrets...

A/n- I am sorry for future delays, I have too much to do and little time. Enjoy this update!

Previously...

"...I am the seventh child of Kronos and Rhea, the first God, the god of procreation, divinity, time and destruction; foresight and weapons are my smaller domains," he said gracing them with an easy smile."

and now...

"Wait a second... If you are dad's brother how come Aphrodite's your sister, she was born from Ouranos, right?" asked Apollo with a thoughtful face, which by the way looks super funny.

"Yes my dear simpleton of a nephew, she is my sister in arms, you could say; Meaning I have to save her ass every time she's in trouble, just because mom says so.," said Perseus, murmuring the last part so no one could hear him.

Everyone except Hestia, who shot him a questioning glance, had by now burst out laughing, the ones who were chuckling had by now developed a laughing fit, seeing that Apollo had not yet figured out the joke and was pouting.

"Hey, no need to be mean, I was just asking a question, and I'm pretty sure if I hadn't asked,  Athena would have." Said Apollo, grinning.

"I would have not, I had already figured it out," said Athena, taking offense on the simple statement.

"Anyways -, Perseus drawled

-you are not supposed to know about me, or that I have been aiding you in those recent wars" he told them, his voice full of fresh hurt and regret.

"But dire times call for dire measures. However, since I will not be able to stay here, in your realm, as they say, without alerting the enemies about my presence. We would not want them to take those extra cautions we do not have the force to oppose. Therefore, I shall be leaving you a method or better said a book, through which I would tell you my story, start till end. And after that, I haven't even thought about it... If it goes without any of you sending people to Tartarus the hard way, we would have to prep for the upcoming war, or rather wars.

"Just to be safe, why would we be after killing people?" Asked Demeter.

"Kill, kill who?" said 'you can guess who'.

"Ares, your attention span is abysmal. As to your question, Demeter, I have been watching you people for millennia, and the book I am giving you is a dairy of my personal records, so, all of your dirty little secrets are going to be revealed." He stated, a smirk making its way to his lips.

"Oh, and Artemis, if I were you I would stock up on weapons before reading time, because Apollo has been very 'active' lately" he said looking at Artemis as she grimaced and vanished in a shower of gold.

He proceeded in giving small warnings and clues to everyone until at last only Poseidon was left.

"Poseidon, as clique as this may sound, Brace yourself, brother" he made his way to the doors a large grin adorning his face.

"I almost forgot" he produced a beautiful book, with platinum ridges and golden pages. The cover was encrusted with precious jewels.

"This belonged to mom, she gave it to me before I had to leave," he said his voice full of regret as a tear trailed down his cheeks.

"She told me to give it to my wife, as father had done to her. It was a kind of family tradition."

He blushed as he said this. Which left a majority of the gods confused, hadn't he just been on the verge of tears, and now he was blushing, this god seemed to be something else altogether.

"But since I have sworn to celibacy, I find it increasingly difficult to bestow this gift to someone without having them think too much into the gesture. Therefore, I shall give it to Athena, who not unlike me, is sworn to virginity, and above all because I think she is responsible enough to look after my book."

"When you would open it at the time to read, which would be 10 in the morning to 5 in the evening mortal hours. Since this diary is only a medium for me to tell my story through, the words would appear at the time you open the diary and vanish at the time of the curfew. You will have to read the book, obviously, and a screen, of my making, would show you selected pieces of visual memory."

A/n: Over and out.