“ Your dad keeps crying because of you. It was no joke. Taek ah, I thought your dad was Superman today. I don’t know where he got such crazy amounts of strengh… Be good to your dad. It really seems likes you’re everything to him”
The gods were having their luncheon (let’s pretend they actually do that) at Mouth Olympus. They were all gathered around the big golden table and Hephaestus TV was on. It was the gods’ entertainment, they get to see how their children are doing and they get to witness some dramas between the gods and the demigods.
“Oho! That’s my boy, Dan!” Cheered Ares as he drank wine. He looked around the table, “Mother’s from the marines. Pretty—”
“You were not supposed to injure your opponent, demigod.” Shiro on the TV said, catching everyone’s attention back.
Ares snorted, the same time his son on TV snorted. Like father like son. They witnessed Keith turning the tables and sneering at Dan. “You piece of shit.”
“Ohohohoho!” the other gods cheered. “Hades’ boy really knows how to get shit done.” Hermes barked out his laughter.
Hades just shrugged proudly as he drank wine. “My boy is resilient.” Zeus could see how Hades was smiling a little when he saw his son immobilize the son of Ares.
TV Keith spat out blood and walked out.
“Now that was just a very cool exit,” hummed Apollo. “Why can’t my kids be badass like your kids, Hades?”
TV Shiro grabbed Keith’s arm but failed miserably to stop him. The gods continue to watch until they see Shiro sit beside Keith under the tree and they held hands.
“Oh, what is this?” Aphrodite perked up. She giggled. “Do I sense love in the air?” She wiggled her eyebrows at Zeus. “Your son has got good taste, doesn’t he, Zeus?”
“Now that you’ve mentioned it, Hades’ son is quite handsome. Like he’s so rugged yet handsome. Totally manly basing from what he did a while ago, too.” Apollo commented. “I’d totally—”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Apollo,” Hades interrupted to which the sun god just chuckled.
“I agree with Apollo though,” Athena joined. “They would be quite a pair. Two most powerful demigods? Together? Zeus and Hades’ offsprings at that?” She hummed in pleasure.
“Definitely interesting! They could literally destroy the world!” Aphrodite rejoiced. “Imagine if they broke up.”
“No one is breaking up,” Zeus sighed. “Besides, they’re not even together yet.”
“Obviously, ‘cause your son is a wimp.” Hades muttered.
“Did you just call my son a wimp?” Zeus raised his eyebrow, bending a little forward to look at his brother. “Are you telling me he can’t muster up every ounce of confidence and confess his undying love for your boy?”
“Ah, so you do acknowledge he’s in love with my boy.” Hades smirked.
“Why of course. Everyone can see it. Can you?”
Hades just hummed. “I saw it the first time they met actually.”
“Oh my gods! Yes!” Aphrodite exclaimed. “It was the cutest puppy love! I was wondering when they will actually admit it.”
“Alright, alright. Bring it all in.” Hermes said. “Let’s start a betting pool. Let’s all see when one of them finally admits to the other, eh?”
“We are not placing bets on my son,” Zeus interrupted. “If he wants to take it slow, then he will take it slow.”
“You’re just scared you’ll lose, Dad,” Apollo giggled. “C’mon! Have a little faith in my lil brother, will ya? He’s got Zeus genes!”
“I’m betting it will be Hades’ boy who will snap and just kiss him just to get shit done,” Hermes chuckled, placing his bet. “Give or take in a month.”
Hades gasped, scandalized. “My son has more tact than that!”
“This will be fun,” Aphrodite grinned as she looked at the TV and Shiro and Keith were napping under the tree.
I listened to a great Buddhist sermon on TV just now:
once upon a time, there was a father whose son was always getting angry at the smallest things. he just couldn’t control his anger.
one day, the father said to his son, “every time you get angry, hammer a nail into the wall.”
the son was confused, but did as he had been told. several times a day, whenever he got angry, he took a hammer and hit a nail into the wall. soon, his arms were aching and he had gotten thoroughly tired of hammering all those nails.
he saw how ugly the wall had become with all those random nails, and painstakingly removed them all.
his father came and watched him, then pointed out all the holes in the wall that needed to be fixed.
he said something along the lines of, “son, it took you only a few minutes to hammer those nails into the wall, didn’t it? but look how long it is taking you to remove them. and even if you patch up all these holes now, the wall will never look the same.”
i think you all realise what the moral of the story is: anger harms only the one who gets angry…and the damage of angry words, once spoken, can never be undone.