Figuring some stuff out

Jason stirred from his sleep as the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft glow that filled the room. He lay still for a moment, savoring the warmth of the blankets cocooned around him and listening to the distant chirping of birds outside his window. Slowly, he stretched, feeling the pleasant pull of muscles easing out the night's stiffness. With a quiet sigh, Jason sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, feet touching the cool wooden floor. Taking a deep breath, Jason rose, his movements unhurried and deliberate. He walked to the window, drawing back the curtains to let the full morning light flood in. The world outside was bathed in a gentle, golden hue, promising a day of possibilities. He stood there at the window, taking it all in. "One day," he thought.

Splashing cold water on his face, Jason cast away the last remnants of his slumber. He looked at the mirror, expecting to see a very similar sight, but was caught off guard. The face staring back was his face, but better. His jawline more enhanced, his teeth straighter and white, his eyes sharper and bluer. He brought up a hand, gingerly poking at his face. "This cannot be real," he thought.

Looking at the rest of his body, he noticed that the rest of him is different as well. Jason was already in great shape before this, being a demigod and a veteran of two wars. He trained vigorously, and treated his body as a temple. But now, he looks absolutely yoked. His forearms are a lot more dense, with the veins on prominent display. His biceps are the size of bowling ball. His shoulders were broad and powerful, creating a solid base for his thick, muscular arms. Jason's chest was a slab of sculpted muscle, each pectoral perfectly defined and hard as stone. He turned slightly to the side, noting the deep ridges of his abs. His obliques framed his midsection, leading down to a trim waist that contrasted sharply with his expansive upper body. As his gaze moved lower, he took in his strong, muscular legs, each one a pillar of strength and stability.

Despite his confusion, Jason couldn't help but grin. He looked like a fucking God. He flexed, feeling the power and strength coursing through his body. However, he had one more thing to check before he could fully celebrate. He dropped his boxers, only to see a monster in between his legs. Veiny and thick, by all accounts, Jason is now equipped with a certified bitch breaker.

Leaving the bathroom, Jason noticed a note on his nightstand. The ink was slightly smudged as if it had been written in a rush.

"Jason,

You might be wondering about the changes you have experienced. I have decided to cheat a little and grant you a God's physical composition. Additionally to your physical changes, you are now impervious to extremely hot and cold temperatures. You also have a boosted regeneration factor, and can heal from minor scratches and wounds in an hour. Major injuries will take a couple days to fully heal. However, you are not immortal nor invulnerable, so try not to die. Also, you have certain abilities and powers tied to your domain. Since these skills are innate to you, you are going to have to figure them out on your own. After you are done reading this note, fold it up into a paper airplane and throw it out the window. Good luck, my son.

Cheers,

Zeus, King of Kings, Lord of the Sky and Olympus, God of Thunder and Lightning"

Rolling his eyes at his father's antics, he began to fold up the note. He threw open the window and flung out his hastily made airplane. However, instead of it plummeting to the ground, it flew completely straight as far as his eye could see. Eventually, he could no longer track it and he shut his window.

"Alright, that was kinda cool. I'll give him that. Powers, huh? This is gonna be fun," Jason said, smiling to himself.