Xenomorphic

Chapter 15:Revelations

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Olympus

Throne room

12:27 P.M.

Hades was periodically chuckling throughout the meeting, everyone doing their best to ignore the creepy god. The children were getting anxious to be with their parents, and Athena loved to hear her own voice. Poseidon was trying to merge with his throne, a defeated look on his face. He kept sensing spikes in geokinetic energy around the Death Valley area, but that region was always trembling. Artemis was watching what appeared to be the mother of all forest fires begin to spread out from the Badwater Basin, heading Northwest.

Zeus...he was getting bored with this thing. He wanted to be with his daughter, dammit! He slouched in his throne, Master Bolt in hand; he was seriously debating whether or not to call this shit early, when something foreign suddenly streaked straight into his domain.

The King of the Gods bolted upright in his throne, drawing everyone's attention. His face was one of confusion, anger, and surprise. "What in Chaos...?"

"Brother, are you alright?" Hades asked with a strange grin on his face.

"No, not really. Why does it feel like a female sea-spawn is doing aerial combat in the skies above Death Valley?" Zeus asked with narrowed eyes at Poseidon. "I thought you only had a son?"

The Sea god looked just as surprised as everyone else, "Brother, I...I don't know. I swear on the River Styx that I'm just as lost as you are." Thunder rumbled, and when Poseidon didn't keel over with a massive migraine, Zeus relented his electric-blue stare.

Hades suddenly laughed loudly, a deep, throaty sound that caused the shadows to ripple and the air to grow cold. "Finally, after five years of following their orders, their grand plan is unravelling at the seams."

"What are you rambling on about now, Hades?" Demeter asked condescendingly.

Pitch-black eyes met forest-green ones, and the Goddess of Agriculture realized that she wasn't talking to Son-In-Law-Hades, she was talking to Big-Three-God-Hades. "What I'm rambling on about, dear sister, is Poseidon's daughter. Affectionately referred to by many dead people as 'Subject 3.'"

Blank stares, dropped jaws, and wide eyes were the most common facial features shown.

Before mayhem could ensue, Zeus pointed his bolt towards his fancy door, before discharging a blast that transformed into a real-time, 1080p, Hi-Definition, circular screen that was viewable from all angles, and was showing an airplane that resembled the F-17 Tomcat, with a young girl in the cockpit. The girl was unnaturally dark-skinned, with a Masei 911 helmet colored red. Artemis and her Huntresses gasped.

"Who is that, and why is she in my skies!?"

"That is Poseidon's daughter."

"I don't have a demigod daughter!"

"As of August 18, 1999, you did."

"That's Percy's birthday...what are you talking about, Hades!" Poseidon roared, trident in hand.

The God of the Underworld sighed. This was going to be one helluva conversation. "Five years ago, I sensed an unusual amount souls start to pour in from a single isolated location, so I sent Thanatos to investigate. He found a six-year-old girl with sea-green eyes, that had an aura resembling that of your child. Yes, I instantly realized it was your son. No, it was a bunch of mortals experimenting with DNA that somehow warped his gender. Yes, I tried to extract her from there, but other entities stopped me from doing anything."