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(In a great palace in the underworld)
A man woke up in a fright, not remembering going to bed last night. In fact, he didn't remember his room being so dark, or his bed being so big or comfortable. The last thing he remembered was staying up late finishing a college assignment and a report for his job, a terrible habit of leaving everything to the last minute.
Sitting up in bed, he noticed the expensive wood the bed was made of, and the expensive fine linen sheets, things he knew he didn't have in his room.
"Where the hell am I?" he thought, confused.
Before he could think any further, the door to his room, which he didn't recognize either, was opened and an unknown person walked in.
He was a tall man, with pale skin almost like a corpse, yet he was supernaturally handsome, which was a strange combination. And stranger still, he had wings, as if he were an angel taken straight from those statues of great artists.
To his surprise, he almost didn't hear the angelic man speak.
"Lord Hades, Zeus has ordered your lightning to be returned by the solstice, and Poseidon has demanded an apology by the same date. Should we prepare for war?" The stranger asked.
Hades? Who the hell was Hades? That wasn't his name. Suddenly, memories that weren't his own popped into his mind, hundreds and hundreds of years appearing in mere seconds.
At that moment, he remembered being swallowed by his father, his time in his stomach, being saved by his brother, the Titanomachy, the war of the giants, the age of heroes and the birth of his children. He was Hades, and at the same time, he wasn't... more images began to seep into his mind, his reign in the underworld, marriage to Persephone, a rivalry with Hercules, a battle with Wonder Woman and a few moments with a mortal woman called Maria Di Angelo.
What the hell was going on?
Until yesterday he was a simple mortal, with a complicated but still normal life, his main concern being the exams that were taking up all his free time. So how the hell was he here in the body of one of the greatest gods in Greek mythology?
"Wait a second... Did he say that the Ray of Zeus was stolen?" Hades hadn't entered the milieu of Greek mythology as he'd imagined, he'd walked straight into the world of Percy Jackson, with a strange mix of Hercules' design! And despite the unprecedented situation, there was only one plausible explanation.
"I died, and I went to an Isekai?!" Hades thought, surprised by the development.
He could end up in a worse world, but the question was: what to do now?
"I don't know how I got here, or my goal. In all the works I've read, messing with time causes problems, should I do everything according to the books?" Hades thought worriedly, after all his knowledge could drastically alter what he knew.
Many doubts ran through his mind, he had a chance to improve things, however much everything worked out in the end, many bad things happened along the way, and Hades didn't have any improvement or a higher level of respect in the end.
"I have a chance to change everything, to make things better. It wouldn't make sense to come here and waste such a chance." Hades thought with a speculative look, ignoring the angelic man in front of him.
He could make everything better, Nico wouldn't have to grow up so quickly... At that moment, Hades' eyes widened as he remembered an important fact, while anger filled his chest: the death of Bianca, his daughter and Nico's older sister.
His daughter could really live the life she was meant to, not by leaving so young, that was non-negotiable. But Hades had to be careful, changing things would bring consequences. Consequences that he couldn't foresee and that could come back to bite him in the end.
He was brought out of his thoughts when he saw Thanatos, Hades remembered him from the memories he saw, looking at him expectantly.
"Don't worry, Thanatos." Hades spoke calmly. "Get our forces ready, but don't do anything. We know that my little brother, in his fit of rage, will ask for a mission, and since they only care about themselves, there's no doubt that they'll see me as the culprit. In the end, they'll come to us without us having to do anything. "
Thanatos stared at Hades with admiration in his eyes, which impressed the king of the underworld. "Very astute of you, my lord. Well then, I will do as you command." With that, Thanatos bowed once more and left the room, leaving Hades alone with his thoughts.
"What am I supposed to do? I have memories of something that is yet to happen, should I tell anyone? No, no one would believe me, even in a world of gods, the future is not something to be trifled with, only Apollo can see it, and even then only parts of it."
That was something that worried him, does Apollo know what happened? Or worse, the Fates? And Chronos?
"I could at least try to warn the others... No, Hades... I'm not well-liked there. Not to mention, I'm Hades now, so as much as I want to save lives, I have to focus on my kingdom first."
From the memories he received, he noticed how messy his kingdom was. So many senseless deaths, so many people coming to his kingdom, minor gods to hire, several subdivisions having to be created to house the countless dead, a new asphodel for those who want to avoid judgment, a new punishment camp, for the truly bad, not to mention Charon wanting a raise for his suits.
"Heh. No wonder Hades wasn't in a good mood when Percy accused him."
Well, he decided. There's no point in telling anyone who he really is. Anything he does from now on will be like Hades.
"First, I must solve any problems in my kingdom. What about Persephone? Should I tell her? She'll be the first to realize that I'm not acting like Hades normally would."
It was a valid question. Persephone was (is) his wife, if anyone really knows Hades, it's her. Not to mention that she only spends 6 months in the underworld, the other 6 she spends with her mother on Olympus. It would be good, almost like having a spy on Olympus, he knew that Demeter always told her little girl everything.
This reminded him of one more thing to do: gather allies.
"A war is coming, and it would be foolish to try to fight it alone. The Olympians will hardly listen to me, but perhaps some of the lesser gods will. I'll have to do some favors so I can call in some later."
It was a lot to think about in so little time, and he was already feeling hungry (gods feel hungry?!) He didn't know, but he would try to eat anyway, at the very least, it would be a way of distracting himself from the problems that were now plaguing him. Hades had two wars to plan.
(At the same time in Atlantis.)
A man rolled over in his bed, making himself comfortable with his position by slipping his arms around a warm pillow, pulling it close to him. He couldn't remember when he'd slept so well before, it felt like he was sleeping in a place perfectly suited to him. Still asleep, the man pulled the pillow a little tighter, smelling a very pleasant scent.
"Funny, I didn't know there were pillows scented like that, or with hair..." The man thought, moving a little more and hearing a feminine moan, which froze him. "...That's not a pillow, is it?"
Frightened and worried, the man slowly opened his eyes, startled to find himself in a room that wasn't his, in a bed that wasn't his either, hugging a woman he did NOT know.
"What the fuck?" The man immediately lets go of the woman and swims away from her. "Wait... why am I swimming!?"
"Poseidon." Calls the woman coldly as she rises from the bed to face him.
As soon as he saw her, the man froze, staring at her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. She was a short, white-skinned, slightly muscular woman with blonde hair that reached down to her shoulders and floated in the water, giving her an angelic image, with blue-green eyes. To top it off, the woman was wearing a green sweater that showed off her cleavage and curves to the man.
"...Oh my god, I died and went to paradise? Wait a second, did she say POSEIDON!?"
"I'm glad to see that you've finally decided to focus on me, but I'm still very angry with you. I don't want to hear about your amusement until at least 500 years have passed! I'm going to sleep in the guest room." Declares the woman angrily before swimming away, angrily opening the doors, leaving Poseidon alone in the room.
"...Poseidon, she called me Poseidon?" Poseidon asks in disbelief before looking down at his hands, his eyes widening as he sees that he has a muscular tan that he certainly didn't have before. Still incredulous, the man swam over to a mirror and stared at himself, his eyes widening. "Holy shit..."
Poseidon lived up to his divinity, he was divinely handsome, white-skinned with a tan, with short black hair and a short beard on his face. His whole body was even more muscular than he imagined, looking as if it had been polished in marble, and he had no scars on him.
"I am Poseidon, the god of the seas..." Poseidon murmured, reaching up to rub his beard, his eyes widening as he felt it. "Boy, that beard is really well groomed, could Poseidon... I put something on it?"
Suddenly, Poseidon's eyes widened as he held his head, feeling, or rather recalling, Poseidon's memories, seeing everything he had lived through: his birth, being eaten by Kronos, trapped in his stomach, his liberation, Titanomachia, the age of heroes, the birth of his children, his marriage to Amphitrite, but above all some facts that were completely different from what he had expected. First of all, Aquaman existed and he was Triton instead of Arthur Curry, he was also the one who ruled Atlantis, another thing that shocked him was the existence of Percy Jackson, the memories of his night with Sally seeped into his memories, making him angry.
Poseidon already had a stunning wife and nothing against Sally, she was beautiful and had a pleasant personality, but Amphitrite? She certainly was incredible, they had had so many wonderful moments. That was also why Amphitrite was furious with him, which Poseidon didn't blame her for.
But that wasn't the most worrying thing, it was the fact that his most recent memories as Poseidon concerned the declaration of war made by Zeus because his thunderbolt had been stolen and the main suspect was Percy, his youngest son.
"Ah Zeus, you big idiot." Cries Poseidon, narrowing his eyes as he turned away from the mirror in front of him looking at his reflection, before looking at the water around him.
He was in Atlantis, which although now ruled by Triton, was still his home and domain, his family home, meaning he was safe from any spies from Zeus or any other god. That was good, he could start thinking about how to help Percy without breaking Olympian law, although in the books the boy had faced Ares, Poseidon wouldn't allow his youngest son to face said god, nor would he allow Triton to face him.
It was at that moment that Poseidon's eyes widened, it wasn't just Percy and Triton who could be targeted by Zeus and the others, he had several other sons: Polyphemus, Pegasus, Asopus, Despina, Rode, Arion, Proteus, Telkines, Cimopoleia, among others. Obviously, Poseidon had many children, which already worried him, his brother or enemies could target one of them to hit him now and that was something he couldn't allow.
"Wait, why am I worrying about this? They're not exactly my children... are they?" Poseidon asked himself in confusion, trying to understand why he was worried, after all, he wasn't exactly Poseidon. "Still, why am I Poseidon? That doesn't make any sense."
Which was true, just a day ago he was still a simple boy at college, struggling to balance his family, academics, love and home life with great difficulty. It didn't make sense for him to suddenly turn into one of the three great gods of Greek mythology, Poseidon on top of that, the god of the seas, or even to worry about Poseidon's children, since the god himself had never done anything about them.
"Unless the concept of fatal flaws exists here too... Poseidon's fatal flaw is loyalty and that's affecting me too, only in a stronger way than with Poseidon himself, perhaps because of his experience or some other factor..." Poseidon reflected, clutching his chin as he thought about the possible consequences. "But if I were here in Poseidon's place, perhaps I could make some plot changes in my favor?"
Immediately, Poseidon sat down in a comfortable chair and looked out of his window, observing the ocean and Atlantis. He watched the Atlantians swimming back and forth, noticing how they all looked like humanoids and mixtures between fish and humans.
"Atlantis, the city I shipwrecked and turned into my aquatic empire... I may no longer be the king, but I still have a lot of political power here, my focus will be mainly here and with my sons and daughters, I have to prepare for the future war to come." Poseidon comments before leaning back in his chair with his feet up on a table as he now stares at the ceiling. "Maybe I should get closer to my children. If I remember correctly, some of them got closer to Kronos because of the lack of attention they received... Despina especially, my daughter with Demeter, who abandoned her and left her to be raised by a titan, so she probably hates me."
"And that's not even counting Polyphemus, the best-known Cyclops in mythology and known for hating demigods... He's also got an eye injury, maybe I should give him a guide dog? Or take Apollo to look after his eye?" Poseidon reflects with a worried frown before blinking in surprise, processing what he has just said. "My fatal flaw... I have to take care of it soon, besides, my wife is another thing I have to keep an eye on, Triton too, even though he's Aquaman... Is he married to Mera?"
This was another concern that Poseidon began to have: his universe wasn't just Percy Jackson's, it also apparently had DC Comics and that didn't please him, especially some details like Darkseid, or the possibility of Wonder Woman being a possible niece of his. The more he thought about it, the more problems arose.
"Oh boy, this is going to be harder than I thought..." Grumbled Poseidon as he got up from his chair, while swimming towards the door, something he realized was almost natural for him. "First of all, I have to do a few things."
(Some time later, in the throne room.)
Poseidon opened a pair of golden doors that gave access to a long throne room covered in water with some shiny stones around it, with some Atlanteans wearing armor who immediately bowed in his direction. The place was majestic, a mixture of gold with coral and other items from the sea that showed the mix of the ocean and royalty. However, what most caught Poseidon's attention was the man sitting on the throne.
It was Aquaman, or as Poseidon knew him, Triton, his son with Amphitrite. Triton was identical to Arthur Curry, white-skinned with long blond hair and a robust beard worthy of a king and green eyes. He also wore the hero's orange armor, but from the waist down he had the tail of a green fish. Although he had only seen himself in a mirror once, just like Amphitrite, Poseidon was sure that this was his son. At that moment, all the memories of Triton flashed through his head, causing him to shake his head and receive a worried look from his son.
"Dad? Is everything alright?" Triton asks as he gets up from his throne and swims towards Poseidon.
"Oh yes, of course, everything's fine. How are you, Triton? How's Atlantis?" Poseidon's reaction was very different from what Triton had expected, which made the hero look at him with surprise and confusion.
"Everything's fine, Dad, nothing different has happened recently, but... What about the meeting with Zeus? You didn't even want to talk about what happened when you arrived, from what Mom said, is everything all right?" Triton asked worriedly, making Poseidon frown, he still had to deal with this problem and not only that, but several other things he was planning and so little time.
"Unfortunately, no, your uncle's ray has been stolen and he thinks my mortal son is the thief, he's threatened us with war if it's not returned soon." Poseidon explains, making Triton's eyes widen.
"Percy a thief?" Triton asked in disbelief, surprising Poseidon; he didn't think his sons knew each other. "The boy may not be that smart, but I've met him at one of those hero conventions, he's a good kid and ignorant of our world."
"I'm glad someone agrees with me on that. Now the problem is about who the real thief is and whether lightning is his only target." With that said, Poseidon shifted his gaze to the golden trident in Triton's hands, who readily understood the message.
"Do you think this thief might try to take your symbol of power too?" asked Triton, staring at the trident in his hands before looking at his father. Triton asks, staring at the trident in his hands before looking at his father. "Don't worry, father, the trident will be safe in my hands."
"Of that I have no doubt, you have grown up to be a strong god, my son, one day you will surpass me. But that's not my only concern, if your younger brother is being accused and is probably targeting me, how far will this thief go to provoke a war?" After releasing this information, Triton's eyes widened and he swam backwards, making Poseidon worry since he couldn't see his son's expression.
At the same time, the former king of Atlantis looked around to see the serious expressions of the guards and how each of them seemed to be worried about the repercussions and even looked more alert than usual. It was good to see the Atlanteans' loyalty to the royal family, it filled him with joy, something that Poseidon wasn't very good at demonstrating, but then it was something he would have to see.
"Are my daughters and Triton Jr. in danger? Is that what you're telling me, Dad?" Triton asked in a low, angry tone.
"Unfortunately, I'm afraid so, Triton, and not just them." With that, Triton turned to his father, which prompted Poseidon to continue. "All my children, Polyphemus, Despina, Cimopoleia, Asopo, Percy, Tyson, all my children and the demigods connected to me could be in danger... Atlantis too."
"...Dad, I think you're exaggerating a bit and since when are you Despina's father, the cruel one?" Triton asks in confusion.
"It's a long story from a long time ago... which will make Amphitrite even more furious with me..." declares Poseidon, ashamed of the things the god of the seas has done in the past. "Try to talk to everyone you can, let them know and see how they're doing, okay?"
Triton looked hesitant, but nodded at his father's order, if it was true that they could have a war, then Atlantis would need as many allies as possible.
"Of course, Dad, I'll talk to everyone as soon as I can, but what about you? What do you intend to do?" Despite the tension of the situation, Triton couldn't help but be curious, after all, the last time Poseidon had been isolated in his quarters watching the outside world, waiting to see what would happen. However, this time, Poseidon was different, more excited than before.
"Me? Simple, I'll provoke my little brother even more, it's time for the sea to show a united front." Poseidon declared, walking away.
(In the temple of Zeus and Hera on Olympus.)
On a king size canopy bed, a pair of stormy blue eyes open. Immediately afterwards, a man with a beard and dark brown hair with grey strands sat up and looked around the room without being able to recognize him. Everything there was completely different from his room, from the bed to the decorations that clearly followed a Greek artistic pattern.
"Where the hell am I?" He asked himself, before realizing that even his voice had changed. "What's going on?"
Knowing that he wouldn't find out anything if he just sat on the bed, which by the way was more comfortable than any other bed he had ever lain on - almost as if it were made of clouds - the man stood up, noticing that he was completely unclothed.
This only caused him more strangeness, but not as much as the fact that just the thought of him being unclothed caused a full set of ancient Greek-style robes to cover him.
"This is getting weirder and weirder." The man commented.
Leaving the room, he could see a huge corridor whose architecture was in the Greek style, grander than any ancient palace could be. On the walls were paintings and vases with illustrations that he had never seen before, but which he knew to be about events in Greek mythology, the largest and most remarkable being the one that clearly showed Zeus defeating Kronos and freeing his brothers from their father's belly.
The painting itself was a work of great and surprising beauty, which captured the man's attention.
"After so many ages I expected you to be tired of reveling in your own achievements." A woman said, catching his eye. "But I guess I should have expected that the one thing you never get tired of is boasting, husband."
Turning towards what was perhaps one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, the man was momentarily silent as he admired her figure.
The woman appeared to be between thirty and forty years old, with an hourglass figure, dark brown, wavy hair that framed her heart-shaped face with slightly pronounced cheekbones, a snub nose and small, full lips. Her attire consisted of a green silk Grecian robe, adorned with gold and bronze jewels, and over her shoulders a beloved cape of peacock feathers completed her regal look.
"Beautiful." He thought after analyzing her figure.
"What's the matter Zeus, have you forgotten what your wife's face looks like?" Asked the woman with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't think I could, even if I tried." Zeus replies, not letting his confusion and surprise show. "Your beautiful face is not something that can be easily forgotten. But what are you doing here?"
"I've come to remind you of the meeting with the other Olympian gods." Said Hera, somewhat disconcerted by her husband's compliment. "You're almost late."
"A king is never late, Hera, it's the others who are too early." Zeus said, feeling an enormous sense of shame inside for saying it, but knowing that it was something Zeus would say. "Show me the way, wife."
Letting out a grumble, the queen of Olympus turned and started walking, not caring if she was being followed by her husband.
As he followed Hera, Zeus began to analyze the situation in which he found himself: "Apparently I'm in an Isekai scenario, my consciousness has been transferred to another being, one of the gods of Greek mythology. Fortunately I have a good knowledge of mythology, so it won't be difficult to get around. But holy shit, did I have to be Zeus? Zeus? Why not Perseus, Hercules, Hades? Hell, even Ares would be preferable!"
"All right, enough drama." Zeus thought, shaking his head. "I need to find out if I'm in Greek mythology itself or in the universe of some work that uses it. That's the first thing to do. Depending on that, I'll need to figure out how to deal with Hera."
Just then, something clicks in his mind, as if several memories were released.
"I know I'm a god, but that's ridiculous enough!" Zeus thought, holding back a laugh. "Well, I'm in the Percy Jackson universe. But clearly there are several changes. For a start, Hercules is my son with Hera... it seems that Disney in this universe didn't really lie... and he's in the human world, interesting. Well, that makes it easier for me to work with Hera. And apparently I've been visiting Amazon Island too, but Diana hasn't been there for a few years. It seems that in this world the existence of the gods has not been forgotten. Now about the Master lightning... should I go to Camp Half Blood and get it back? Damn, the God of War may be Ares, but Zeus is just as belligerent... maybe even more so. With so many people to be wary of, why should I be wary of a boy who doesn't even know who he is? Just one more problem for me to solve."
"There's still the matter of Thalia and Jason... damn it, why does that shit exist? Well, I guess I'll have to ask Hercules to teach that good-for-nothing a thing or two... as for Thalia, well... I don't think Polyphemus has any use for the speedster anymore. Maybe I should ask Arthemis to train her sister when she wakes up too. I should also deal with the issues of Kronos, Gaia and the Giants."
(Some time after the meeting)
Entering a New York bar was a tall, muscular man with light brown hair, a square face with a neatly trimmed beard and a slightly accentuated chin, who quickly identified the one who had called him there, Zeus.
The ruler of the gods allowed his guest to sit down and drank a generous dose of whisky in one go.
"Not that I don't like the sight of you, but why did you call me here, Father?" the man asked.
"There's a lot I need to tell you, Hercules, but it will take time and I think it's very likely that you won't believe me, so I'll leave it for another time." Zeus replied. "I invited you here for two reasons, the first is that it's been a while since we last spoke, you've been very busy with your duties as a hero, something quite remarkable and admirable by the way, although not as epic as your 12 Labors, not that it matters. Anyway, I'd like to ask you to come to Camp Jupiter."
"None of the Roman demigods are giving you any trouble as far as I know, why are you asking me father?" Hercules asked, with genuine doubt.
"Rest assured son, none of them are in any trouble at the moment, I just want you to go and train and keep an eye on some of them, especially your brother Jason." Says the king of the gods. "I believe that he, as well as the other Roman demigods, could make very good use of some of your teachings."
"And this has nothing to do with the war you practically declared against Poseidon?" Retorts the greatest Greek hero, with a slight tone of sarcasm.
"Actually, it doesn't, and I wasn't in my right mind, I was just annoyed that my thunderbolt had disappeared." Zeus explains, not letting his embarrassment at the previous Zeus' paranoia show. "I'm still trying to locate the Master lightning, but it has no place in our conversation. What do you say, will you do what I'm asking?"
"Well, I believe that the new generation can learn a thing or two from me, so yes, I'll do it father." Hercules agreed, shrugging and drinking a little more.
"Thanks, I think you'll end up enjoying this, so don't take it as a job," says Zeus. "Could you tell Chiron that he doesn't have to worry about the end of the world? Tell him I'll sort it out with Poseidon. It was foolish of me to think that a child could slip in and out of Olympus unnoticed."
"...Don't worry, I'll tell him that." Hercules replied, stopping his drinking to stare at his father strangely.
"Well, I'm sorry to leave like this, but I still have some things to sort out." Zeus said, getting up and leaving the establishment.
"Okay?" As Hercules watched his father leave, he looked back down at his drink, confused and wondering what they had put in it.
(In the half-blood camp.)
All the campers were gathered in the dining hall with concern, after all it wasn't every day that they were all called there, interrupting all their activities for the day and on top of that, making Dionysus anxious. The said god was definitely not normal, looking anxious and alert, his eyes wide as he tapped his foot rapidly on the floor.
Dionysus is the god of wine and madness, one of the 12 Olympians. He was a short, slightly overweight, fair-skinned man with long black hair, wearing a purple dress shirt with beige shorts and sandals on his feet.
It was at this moment that another man approached Dionysus, accompanied by some children. This was Chiron, the hero trainer, he was a centaur, half human and half horse, he had white skin with brown hair and beard, the same color as his half horse, and brown eyes.
Chiron instructed the children to their places before looking at Dionysus.
"Everyone's gathered, Mr. D, we're ready for your announcement." Warns Chiron, causing Dionysus to nod and step forward.
"Okay, I'll make it quick, every half-blood who is the son or daughter of a god who was begotten by Poseidon is, as of today, allowed to live in Poseidon's hut." Dionysus declares, making several of the demigods, nymphs, satyrs and Chiron's eyes widen. "If you are the children of Triton, Asopus, Despina, Rode and others who come from the line of Poseidon, you can now live in Poseidon's hut..."
"Sir, what's going on, what are the reasons for these changes?" asked one of the campers, standing up in surprise and carrying a hopeful tone in his voice.
"That was a direct order from Poseidon, he was... very clear about that..." Dionysus replies, shuddering as he remembers his conversation with the god.
(Flashback)
Dionisio was alone in his chambers in the big house, enjoying one of the gaming machines he had just gotten via Hermes. The game was very good, more than he expected in fact, a real blessing to forget about the brats he had to look after.
"Dionysus." Calls a voice behind him, one that Dionisio recognized, but didn't bother to turn around.
"Hi Uncle, I didn't think you'd get into the camp, thanks to the rules." Dionisio commented as he continued playing before his head was pushed into the screen, breaking it before the god was thrown to the ground. "Ouch, that hurt! You're crazy, I should..."
Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed his neck and lifted the god by the throat, as he struggled to get free, looking straight into Poseidon's eyes.
"What are you going to do? Cry to my brother?" Poseidon asked calmly as he stared at him. "Let's try again, but this time try to greet me properly."
With that, Poseidon lets go of Dionysus, who coughs a little before standing up angrily to face his uncle.
"By Olympus, what the hell has gotten into you?" Dionysus asks before being slapped with a blow that knocks him to the ground.
"...What a disappointment, I guess my brother didn't teach them to respect their elders properly." Poseidon grumbled before grabbing Dionysus again and slamming him into the wall while staring at him.
"It's good that you don't test me nephew, you may be an Olympian god, but compared to me? to my brothers and sisters? You're nothing, even smaller than that, do you think you're strong? Do you think you're a match for any of us? Don't be arrogant, you little brat, if I wanted to I could destroy you from existence without even trying, all that's stopping me is my other brothers who together could defeat me. So I'll say it one last time and you'll obey if you don't want to be erased from existence, any and all demigods who come from one of my children or grandchildren have PERMISSION to sleep or live in my hut, understand? Or do you want me to ram that into your head with the force of a storm?" Despite everything, Poseidon continued in a calm voice, as if he were talking about a trivial matter, while continuing to look at his nephew, who could only nod weakly.
It was the first time in a long time that Dionysus saw the difference between himself and his uncle.
(End of flashback)
"You will all have all day to remove your belongings from Hermes' hut and settle into your new hut." Dionysus declared, before hurrying away from the campers, wanting to return to his quarters.
After this, Chiron stepped forward, although surprised by the statement, but who was he to argue with a god like Poseidon, if it was his order, then the centaur would obey him.
"You've heard, for the selected demigods, get ready for your move and any help you need, just let me know." Warns Chiron before going after Dionysus to get an explanation of what was going on.