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That’s why they summoned your relative. 

So it doesn’t come as a shock when you offer yourself as a sacrifice for a loved one. It’s weird, because even the nicest people wouldn’t find themselves volunteering to be the Greek gods’ servant.

It still makes Poseidon let out a hearty laugh to this day. 

He can’t believe you’d jump so gladly to save the life of someone that could’ve possibly ditched you somewhere in the near future. He’s not sure he would do something similar for even his sons. 

It’s been a few months, and you still haven’t warmed up to them.

“Good morning, have you prepared my hunting gear?” Artemis asks, voice soft.

You sigh, wondering how much longer you’re going to have to do this. “Just a few more things to pack, but I have to ask… why would the goddess of the hunt need gear to carry out her activities?” you ask, venom laced poisonous in your question, hinting at her incompetency.

“Excuse me?” she tilts her head at you.

But you’re quick to recant. “Nevermind, here you go,” you pass her the heavy bag that contains all the materials she’ll need, but you know she’d only need a bow and arrow. Maybe it’s the fun in making your life harder that makes her request things from you all the time.

You’re often used as a mediator, forced to travel between the underworld and Olympus to carry out simple messages. Whenever they’d have their silly little arguments, you were the one to relay whatever they wanted to say back-and-forth.

It’s embarrassing.

Not for you, for them. How could celestial beings struggle with communicating?

So far, your favorite one that you could tolerate for more than one second is Hestia.

She doesn’t ask you for silly, little things that she could do herself and would rather do her tasks herself than busy you with it. She sees what they do to you.

“Hera,” you call her name. “What do you need?”

“Could you talk some sense into Zeus? He’s being preposterous, hiding something again,” she explains.

“Why don’t you just divorce him already?” you give her an annoyed glare, from the fact that she’s literally barged into your room repeatedly all for the same reason.

Has she never heard the quote: “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”?

Then, you’re sent over to Zeus to tell him to stop his shenanigans. How Hera wants him to tell her everything— from all the lovers to the children.

It only makes you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time that week. Then, it’s Demeter demanding Hades to return Persephone.

Again, you only facepalm and sigh, because for beings that are supposed to be powerful and wise, they’re far from it. All the stories that you used to hear prior to being kidnapped put them on a very high pedestal. Maybe that’s why people say “don’t meet your idol”.

Either way, you’re one more drama away from ripping all your hair out and begging on your knees for your old life back but then it would mean your relative being taken to replace you.

It’s not as mystical as you would’ve wanted it to be. They’re technically humans with problems, just with powers and immortality.

Everything seems to go South ever since they’ve forced your hand but then you meet Patroclus and Achilles. They were everything that the Greek gods weren't. Both of them were brave men that you actually admired.

It’s unfortunate that the said beings you serve started to become… jealous?

And everyone knows what happens to that sort of story. Oh boy, things are going to get much uglier quicker than you wanted it to.