Troubled Olympians

Beautiful Liar

Athena wrapped her arms around Poseidons neck as they continued to kiss. Poseidons hands were wrapped around her waist, his touch causing Athena's heart to beat loudly, causing thrill and exictement to course through her vains. This was actually happening. And Athena was enjoying every second of it. Athena pulled away and gasped for breath.

"Did we just..." Athena blushed furiously.

"I think so." Poseidon bit his lip.

"You're married." Athena pointed out.

"That I am."

"I'm a maiden goddess."

"That you are." Poseidon agreed.

"Zeus will be furious." Athena mentioned.

"That he will." Poseidon leaned in slowly, stopping when his lips were near her's. "But who said he has to find out?"

"But...what about Amphitrite?" Athena whispered.

"My marriage never stopped me from having Percy, or any of my other half-bloods." Poseidon pointed out.

"But...Zeus, and-" Poseidon cut her off with another quick kiss.

"You worry too much." Poseidon muttered.

"This is so illogical" Athena mused

"Who said everything had to be logical?" Poseidon asked.

"I did." Athena pointed out.

"Just..." Poseidon kissed her neck. "Go with the flow."

-Troubled Olympians-

Hades really wasn't expecting Makaria, out of all of his children, to come to the mortal world to talk to him. But here she was, sitting beside him out the front porch. Her dark hair was down, allowing the wind to blow her silky hair freely. Her eyes changed colours, like her mother's, and her skin was gorgeously tan, also like her mothers. Hades would be lying if he thought Makaria wasn't pretty. His daughter was quite beautiful.

"Makaria, what brings you to the mortal world today?" Hades asked. Makaria didn't enjoy his presence much, and he talked to her around 10 times this millenia.

"Mother is having a hard time keeping an eye on the souls." Makaria informed. She was reserved and quiet, she was really a lot like Persephone.

"You and Melinoe can help, right?" Hades asked.

"Melinoe and I don't get along very well, father." Makaria reminded him. Hades didn't know why, but Makaria only called him Father. He was never really much of a daddy.

"Oh yes, that's true...I'll talk to her, I'll get Thanatos to help her out. How is he, Thanatos, I mean. You two do work closely with each other." Hades inquired. He wasn't sure, but it almost looked like Makaria was blushing.

"He's good." Makaria stated. "But there's another thing..."

"Yes?" Hades asked.

"Father...I'm starting to fade." Makaria whispered. That caught Hades's attention.

"Why?" Hades asked.

"It's hard to find blessed souls these days. Very difficult. Mortals these days are just...horrible to one another. I'm becoming useless." Makaria whispered.

"Makaria, I assure you, you are not useless. There must be some blessed souls around somewhere!"

"I'm trying. I've been spending a lot of time here actually, looking for souls. Thanatos is also helping." Makaria pursed her lips.