He was growing restless. The trivialities of mortality began to frustrate him. Just today, he almost murdered his assistant for reminding him he had some meeting to attend. He was so much more than some suit and tie. He was proof of divine creation, for fuck sake!

"Fickle thing, divine love is. No wonder mortals call it the 'divine comedy'.

"Then you have a better celestial parent than I do."

"And there is the pride for which a third of His angels fell."

"I sincerely hope the paparazzi didn't follow, darling. Waynes and Princes don't mix well. Not that they'd know how well we 'mix'."

Cinnamon and new leather.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥- 𝐑𝐓 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐆𝐈𝐅 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐃𝐌 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭.

"You bear the strength of our father in your veins, sister. I've seen you hold up buildings and match the alien you call Superman in blows. Pull ups must feel like nothing to you."

Realizes that Jason was around and cowers in fear. If there was one demigod everyone feared, it was this guy. Considering the fact that he terrorized Olympus on more than one occasion and also almost killed Cassie loads of times, the fear is justified.

Not everyone feared him. He quite likes the veil of secrecy he has woven through the centuries. Makes it easier to move about in the world. Those that knew the truth about him, however... Cassie could speak on their behalf, he supposes.

"Don't be alarmed. I got that a lot more than you think."