God of Mischief

Act I

Chuckling, I made my escape out onto the busy street of Athens. An average sized man who was on the rather chubby side tried to keep up with me, but it was clear I was the one with the better body build, clear that I was built for running, unlike him.

As if realizing he wouldn't be able to catch up, he spit insolent curses at me and even had the nerve to take his shoe off and throw it at me. It annoyed me slightly, but I was more amused then anything.

It was fun to rile up the people of Greece, I've come to notice. They are always dramatic about it, more dramatic than Zeus when he was throwing one of his little temper tantrums. For a King God, he sure didn't act like one sometimes.

I haven't been in Greece for too long, only for a few days. I got tired of messing with the Americans, they were a bit too brutal when it came to them being pranked. Granted, I wasn't exactly a human and could smite them in a second, but then I'd have to go through the pain of avoiding cops.

I chose Greece because this is the only place I haven't been to since my banishment from my Pantheon. I wasn't allowed anywhere near Ireland. After all, it was the home of the Celts.

It's been so long since I was banned from my Pantheon, so long that I can't remember just how long ago it was. A thousand years? give or take a few years probably.

It kinda sucked that I was banished from my Pantheon, but after all I did kill Lugh...stupid God. It was his damn fault, not mine. He did it first, and, though I didn't mean to kill him, I still got him back. Maybe it taught the Gods not to mess with me. Once they gotten over their grief, anyway.

I should be paying attention to where I had been running, because suddenly, I found myself in a dark alleyway, and there was this sudden change in the atmosphere that caught me off guard. I took too long to compose myself as a young, beautiful God appeared from the corner up ahead. His medium brown hair as dark as chocolate was pulled into a ponytail, his hazel green eyes snapping immediately to my own. He wore a dark blue pair of khakis and a dark grey shirt that fit perfectly on his tan, lean build.

"Hermes." I stated, "What brings you here?" he gave me a look that I could only read as pity and dread. What would he have to pity me for though? Because I was banished from my Pantheon? That was forever ago. I was over it...mostly, anyway.

"Zeus wishes to have a word with you, Callas." he told me. My heart stopped for a moment, as I was honestly frightened for a moment. What would the Greek King God want with me? Was it because I was in Greece? I could leave. He could easily kill me though if I tried to flee, because after all, I was only a minor God. My Pantheon wouldn't care either, who even knew if they would learn I've been killed?

That moment of fear was stomped out though as I could feel angers hot grasp clasp onto me. My eyes narrowed, my frown working into a straight thin line. "Well tell Zeus I say screw off, there's no way in hell I'd go to Olympus, a place full of Greek Gods, just to speak to your over dramatic King." As much as life was a major hell sometimes, I still didn't want to die. Who knows what would happen to me. I could just cease to exist like many, or I could awake in the Celtic Underworld. They wouldn't be pleased to see my soul there, and would most likely just kill me a second time, officially making me cease to exist.

"You either come peacefully, or I will have no choice but to force you." He sighed, shifting his feet like he wanted to be anywhere but here. Or perhaps it was him getting ready to tackle me in case I tried to run. I had a strong feeling that it was the latter of the two, as, if I remember correctly, Hermes wasn't the type to get scared easily. "I'm hoping you'll choose to come willingly, I'd rather not fight someone today."

"Looks like you're gonna have to." I sneered, my lips pulling back into a growl. I slammed my hand into the ground, and when I pulled back up so did a sword made of concrete. My hand wasn't damaged, thankfully, as I wasn't too use to doing this with harder things. I was use to soil or sand, not full on concrete.