add this to your reading list for fun bc the name is diabolical and your friends will see it lmao

The greatest heroes don't fall. They are cast down. Percy Jackson was their champion, their savior, their greatest weapon. But when Olympus brands him a threat, they strike him down without hesitation. Betrayed by the gods, abandoned by his friends, and erased from history, Percy is left to die in the abyss. But fate has other plans. In the void, something ancient stirs. Chaos-the First Being, the Architect of Existence-offers Percy a choice: remain lost and forgotten, or rise anew, reforged in the power of the cosmos itself. The boy they cast aside is gone. In his place, something stronger, something deadlier is born. Genesis. While the gods celebrate their new champion, believing their world is safe, they remain blind to the storm that gathers in the shadows. The past does not forget. The fallen do not forgive. And when Percy returns, it will not be as their hero. It will be as their reckoning.

"We're not friends," you snap, narrowing your eyes into a glare sharp enough to pierce stone. "And stop calling me that." He tilts his head, his curls catching the faint, flickering light of the soul-lamps nearby. "Calling you what, darling?" he asks, his voice smooth and lilting, every syllable soaked in feigned innocence. Your teeth clench so hard it's a wonder they don't crack. Heat rises in your chest, crawling up your neck like an itch you can't quite scratch. His smirk only deepens, clearly reveling in your irritation, and you have to fight the urge to hurl the pair of gardening shears in your hand at his insufferably perfect face." --- Or, you are the immortal servant to Hades and Persephone, and Hermes cannot help himself but to get under your skin.