Aғᴛᴇʀ Bᴇʟʟᴇʀᴏᴘʜᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟs﹐ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴏғ Aʟᴇɪᴏs﹐ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ﹐ sᴋᴜʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀsɪᴅᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ. Of Poseidon and Eurynome.

He's still hung up on the movie thing, but at least he's got Pegasus back. Apparently there's more than one now, though.

There's even a black pegasus. Which is giving him war flashbacks to that awful Clash of the Titans film. Yes, he watched it. Yes, he's mad about Perseus.

Hello. He's still bitter about Perseus. Both of them.

Evening. His current mood is: bitter. Nothing new.

Considering he was never really a horrible person, he got dealt a terrible hand in life.

/He just wanted to be a god/.

Listen. He recognises how horrendously arrogant he was (is), but come on. He'd have absolutely made a better god than Zeus.

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See, he even looks like a god.

Good morning. He heard something about Pegasus helping another demigod. It's not the same as actually flying on him, but. He's a tiny, little bit annoyed.

When will modern demigods stop copying the ancient ones? They're not exactly good examples.

Morning, peasants.

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Eugh. Zeus can suck his annoyingly mortal d—

As can the rest of the gods.

Zeus spoke and now he really needs a drink.

Or six.