"Look, told you, Apollo! That boy was gonna ignore it," a woman's laugh echoed through the grand, shining hall. Her tone dripped with amusement as the other gods, who'd made similar predictions, joined her in laughing like it was the funniest sitcom ever.
Apollo scowled, crossing his arms in a huff. "Ugh, he's just an ignorant fool, that's what he is. What does he even know? Nada!" He leaned back in his golden throne like a sulking teenager.
The scene played out in a realm beyond anything a human could dream up. Think floating cities perched on clouds, each dripping with divine gold, glowing waterfalls, and sparkly everything.
A massive palace crowned the highest of these floating islands—a place so bougie it made the Taj Mahal look like a budget Airbnb.
Inside, the gods sat around a long marble table in a hall that could only be described as "peak Greek vibes." Corinthian columns? Check. Chandeliers made of actual stars? Double-check. The table itself? Streaming Parker sleeping like some godly version of Netflix.
Yes, even gods had streams. They weren't above binge-watching a mortal trainwreck.
"Oh, lighten up, sunshine, he's kinda fascinating, though, right?" a woman said, her voice soft yet dripping with power. She leaned forward, Her thin, flowing greek gown clung to every sinful curve, somehow barely covering her curves—not that it mattered since her beauty was so extra it could've caused World War III if dropped in modern times.
Her long pink hair cascaded down her shoulders, and yeah, her assets? Let's just say they didn't get ignored, even in this crowd of divine A-listers.
Aphrodite, the goddess of love, beauty, and desire, stands resplendent, exuding an allure so potent it could spark wars even in a modern world saturated with distractions. Her golden pink curls cascade like rivers of light, framing a face sculpted with such perfection that even the muses might envy it. Her skin glows with an ethereal radiance, a divine luminosity that seems to draw the very light around her into her presence.
Draped in a barely-there gown of silken fabric as sheer as a whispered secret, the gold-trimmed edges ripple with the energy of the heavens themselves.
Her beauty is magnetic, and her curves—most prominently her full, rounded breasts and hips—are accentuated in a way that feels both bold and effortlessly natural.
Big didn't quite cover it; her breasts pushed against the fabric like they had ambitions of their own.
The fabric itself that clings to her form, teasing at what it conceals, while the intricate golden patterns on her dress add a regal touch, befitting a goddess of her stature. Her striking, vivid pink hair is braided with subtle hints of gold, giving her an otherworldly yet approachable charm.
But it's not just her appearance; it's the way she moves, the way she tilts her head with a coy smile, as though she's privy to secrets of love and longing that no mortal could ever comprehend.
Even among gods, Aphrodite is a force to be reckoned with—a reminder that beauty and passion, when wielded by the divine, can reshape worlds.
"Fascinating for sure," chimed another goddess, smirking. "But, like, what do y'all think's gonna happen when he meets them?" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively, and even Apollo cracked a smile.
"Oh, it's gonna be wild. BWAHAHA!" Ares, sprawled out like a warlord with no battle to fight, barked out a booming laugh that rattled the air.
Everyone turned to glare at Ares, the greek god of war, who was laughing so hard he almost spilled his goblet of ambrosia.
A couple of gods facepalmed in unison.
"Dude, could you chill?" Apollo muttered, rolling his eyes.
"I swear, Ares. You're loud enough to shatter Olympus, maybe even other pantheons too." a calm, commanding voice interrupted.
Zeus—ever the king, ever the dad—spoke with the authority of thunder and the patience of someone who'd dealt with the same nonsense for millennia. His glowing eyes briefly scanned the stream of Parker sleeping, as though the boy were a chess piece on a cosmic board.
A calmer, deeper voice cut through the chaos. "Settle down, all of you," Zeus commanded, his tone like a dad who's just done with everyone's antics. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves."
In the corner, Nyx, the goddess of the night, chuckled softly, her voice almost hypnotic. "Oh, I can't wait for him to meet her."
The room collectively paused for a beat, like a divine inside joke had just surfaced. Even Apollo's brooding cracked with a faint smirk.
And then, Aphrodite leaned closer, pink lips curving mischievously. "I just hope he doesn't faint. Humans get a little… overwhelmed when divinity enters the chat."
They all chuckled, the sound mixing like music and thunder. A live stream of Parker—completely clueless—continued to play on the table as he snored, blissfully unaware of the ancient beings gambling with his fate.
Somehow, gods streaming a mortal's life felt hilariously absurd. They were supposed to be all-knowing, all-powerful, and serious, but here they were, treating Parker's life like the next big reality show.
In Olympus, even eternity needed a little entertainment.
But it wasn't just Olympus, other Parthenos were watching the Earth, other players were about to join in.