As These Gods Come Tumbling Down

Once I sent the emotionally exhausted Annabeth back to our quaters with the rest of the group, I continued to walk to my original destination, Hades' palace, and asked Hazel to come with me. On the way, we decided to do a bit of testing. Yesterday, after I fucked Demeter, I had compelled the now weak minded goddess to believe that I was the god of sleep, like I did with all the demigods. With a new deity believing in my divinity, I knew that I would get access to new divine abilities. And I got access to one of these new abilities almost immediately: telepathy, an ability all gods have that I too now possess.

Hazel has always been insisting that I should hone my talents to use them whenever I want, a sentiment I agree with. And so, with just the two of us walking down the streets, I decided to test out my new powers and snaked my consciousness into Hazel's mind. With telepathy I am unable to control another's mind, but since I already have ways to do that, I wasn't too annoyed by that. The moment I entered Hazel's mind, the sensations she was feeling overwhelmed my mind for a moment; her empathy for Annabeth's grief, her pride for being chosen to accompany me in this mission, and the simple yet immense joy she feels at just being in my company.

I decided to let my presence know to her. Hello slut, I thought.

Impressively, Hazel didn't even miss a step or had a change in facial expression when she heard my voice inside her head. Master! I could hear Hazel's joyful voice from the inside of her mind. You got a new talent?

Indeed, I thought to her. Knowing Hazel, I knew that she would ask a ton of questions on how these new talents worked, but since I had some questions of my own for her, I didn't give her the chance to ask more. Hazel, I must ask, are you ready for this mission? Are you willing to do whatever it takes?

Of course, said Hazel's mind, offended that I had to even ask such a question.

Even if the mission is to literally destroy your father? I asked. I had made her completely loyal to me so long ago, but it wouldn't do harm to be certain.

Hazel sighed. My father is a piece of shit. I had to live almost all my life in misery because of a curse he created. He didn't even do anything when my mother dragged me off to my ****. And after I died, I spent some odd 70 or so years in the Underworld and never once did he made any contact. So yeah I'm completely fine with you destroying him. Plus, it's for a good cause after all. A world run by you would be far better off than anything the Olympians could manage.

The completely earnest way she said it both touched me and turned me on.

Master? Hazel asked. What's the reason for you to take me specifically on this mission?

There are two reasons, in fact.

Oh? And I suppose one of them is to stare at my tight ass? Hazel asked, and then shook her booty, clad in a buttshort that she never would have worn before she met me.

Scratch that, there are three reasons, I thought as Hazel giggled. For the past few days, I had stopped sending your father bad dreams and instead sent him dreams of me fucking his wife and making him feel very aroused watching the dreams. But as one of the strongest gods on Olympus, I don't know how much he would be affected. And that's where you come in. If Hades has fallen low enough to admit to his new cuckold fetish in front of his daughter, then that means he's malleable enough for me to start the next phase of my mission with him. If not, and if he gets furious... well Hades is someone who's **** to fix his damaged relationship with his children. He would never strike down one of his children's dearest friends right in front of her.

But he might do that if he gets angry enough, replied Hazel. And even if he was just regular mad at you, wouldn't that slow down your plans?

If any of those things happen, we will have to use our secret weapon, I thought to her, before patting the vial in my pocket. That was to be a last resort however, and I hope it would not come to that.

Hazel smiled knowingly at my gesture, but before she could say anything else we had approached Hades' palace. I didn't know if the Olympian would be able to intercept our telepathic communication line, but just to be sure, I told Hazel that while we are here, telepathy would be off limits. I then snuck out of her mind just as the gates opened by themselves. Me and Hazel walked through the somewhat creepy gardens before coming to the door.

Before I could even knock, the door was opened by none other than Hades himself. That's good news. Last time I was here, a minion was sent to the door to escort me to Hades, who sat on a high backed chair like it was a throne in a very intimidating pose. Now here he was, coming to the door and opening it like a fucking butler. "Ah, Director," said the god of dead. "Please come in my friend."

Oh friend am I? The last time I was here you only threatened to kill me twice you little prick. I thought to myself, but of course did not say it aloud. Instead I bowed low. "Thank you my lord."

It was only when I entered did Hades notice Hazel. He immediately looked at me with reproachful eyes, but before he could say anything, Hazel tackled him with a hug. "Dad! It's so great to see you!"

The hug was obviously fake, but social skills aren't exactly the strong suit of Hades. His anger melted noticeably as he hugged Hazel back very awkwardly. "Hazel what a pleasant surprise! It's so good to see you. But the timing is bad. Me and the director have very private issues to talk about."

At those last few words, he again looked at me with accusing eyes. More good signs. The old Hades would have probably blasted my head off by now.

"Sir," I started. "I never said anything to Hazel. As I said when we first talked, I pride myself in my discretion."

"Then why is she..."

"Dad," Hazel said. "Wouldn't it be better if we talked inside?"

Hades nodded reluctantly. The gods are always spying on each other to get a one up on the others, and it would do no good to have such private talks with a door open. Instead, Hades led us deep inside the palace, to a room which he assured was safe from prying eyes. Once inside, Hades sat on a chair, while Hazel sat next to him. I sat down opposite to them.

Hades seems to be **** to talk against my actions, but he was finally able to form some words. "Uhhh... Director, it's good to see you and we have a lot to talk about... but with Hazel here... well there was this matter of discretion..."

This time, Hazel took the lead. "Dad, Raj didn't tell me anything. I was serious when I said that he can keep a secret. He just told me that you didn't accept whatever solution he proposed to whatever problem that you had."

"Of course I did. It was completely... completely unacceptable!" Hades said in a tone that might have sound convincing if it he wasn't stuttering and sweating.

"Well then tell me what it is so I can help you!"

"Absolutely not! Those are private matters!"

"We are just starting to have a normal relationship dad. Do you really want anymore secrets between us? After everything that happened?"

Hades looked away at that. How could he not, with the broken tone of Hazel's voice and her big golden eyes looking at him with mute appeal? With his already jumbled mind, Hades could not deal with those emotional sighs. He caved in and started to talk while I watched with silent observation. "And so," Hades said, coming to an end. "Our Director here thinks that the cause of my unhappiness is me taking away my wife's choice to choose her own partner. And his solution is me being accepting, or even encouraging of Persephone finding a... partner of her own."

There was a long silence after that. Finally, Hazel spoke up. "I think it's a good plan."

"What?" Hades nearly screamed.

"Oh please dad. You have had tons of lovers, including my mom, if you remember."

"Yes well, Persephone has had many lovers too. Most of the time, we ignore this as long as it's casual. But not only is this casual, I'm supposed to encourage it? What of my pride as a god and a man?" Hades' last words came out as almost a whine, neither manly nor godly.

"And what does a man do Lord Hades? He looks after the well being of his family. This would make your wife happy. Isn't that what's most important to you in this world?" Having his wife being happy being the most important thing to him was a mental command I had implanted in our last conversation, and I saw now my words triggering the command. Hades' whole pose loosened considerably.

"I... well that's true but..."

"Dad, I know that the other Olympians are a bunch of dicks to you," Hazel said, taking her father's hand. "But we are happier now than we have ever been. With this, Persephone will be happy too. You can finally have a happy family that's appreciative of you."

Hades was silent for a long time before speaking up. "Very well. This is not me agreeing to this completely. But... I suppose we can start small and... see where it proceeds from there."

"Excellent!" I said, grinning.

Hazel took her father's hand and smiled at him warmly. Hades returned the smile. He slumped back into the chair and it looked like a heavy weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

"Now we just have to find someone who is a good candidate to fu... uhh be a partner to Lady Persephone." Hazel said, and giving me a discreet wink before continuing on. "In an ideal world we should let her choose her own partner, and that's what started this whole mess too, but it's too late for that and she is the wife of an Olympian whose reputation must be protected. We must find someone who's known for his discretion and trustworthiness, and steer Lady Persephone in his direction. Do you know anyone suitable for the job dad?"

Hades shook his head though I noticed how he was purposefully avoiding my gaze.

"Maybe we can ask one of your brothers," I offered with faux innocence.

"No!" Hades barked, before clearing his throat and composing himself. "No. They would not do. But... what about you?" Hades asked with barely concealed hope.

"Me?" I asked with feigned surprise. "I'm honoured of course, but surely there are better candidates?"

"No, no you are perfect for the role," Hades said. "We already know of your trustworthiness and discretion. And since you are mortal, in some measly 50 or so years, you would be dead and the matter would be forgotten." The Olympian said all this in a gleeful tone. It seemed to me that his earlier protests was something that he had felt that he was obliged to do. But now that he has resigned to the fact that the cuckolding was going to happen, the cuckold fetish I had implanted is out in full swing.

"Very well. If my lord feels that I'm suited for the task I'll accept it."

"When will you start?" Hades asked eagerly. "How could I arrange a meeting with you and my wife without it looking strange?"

I saw Hazel biting her lips from trying not to laugh at her father, and honestly I wasn't much better off.

"What about a dinner?" I asked. "You can say that you have invited the prominent members of Camp Half Blood to dinner... say, tomorrow?"

"It could work," Hades said. He was nearly jumping on his chair with excitement.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was well into the night. I stood up. "My lord, I have other business to attend to. I look forward to receiving your invitation. Hazel will stay here and tell you on what needs to be done."

"Of course," Hades said, standing up and taking my hand. "I will never forget your help in healing my family, Director."

"It's my pleasure," I said, grinning.

Athena is a goddess who takes great pride in her ability to give everything a rational explanation, and her strength of will. So strong is her mental fortitude, that she was able to retain a low level of awareness even in her dreams.

That night, she dreamed that she was a school teacher. That wasn't unusual at all. She often scoured the mortal world disguised as a teacher or a professor to find hidden talent. Athena looked around. She herself was standing in what seemed to be in a school corridor, though most everything around her was the grey mist of her subconscious.

Then, she was compelled to walk. Athena was strong enough to have awareness in her dreams, which itself is a rare ability of mental fortitude, but even she is unable to control what goes around in her dreams. The best she could do was let the dream go on and learn more about her own mind through what she dreams.

Athena continued to walk through the mist grey school corridor. As she did so, she noticed her appearance. Her long blonde hair was tied into a tight bun, and spectacles she always wore when she went to the mortal world were on her face. She was wearing a long sleeved white blouse and a grey skirt that reached her calves. The clothes were tighter than she would have preferred, but were still very formal. Athena approved.

The goddess of wisdom stopped in front of a door. This was her class, her subconscious mind said. She was about to open the door, when a voice stopped her.

"Hey mom!" Annabeth, suddenly beside her, said cheerfully. Her daughter looked happy and carefree, far from the raging, bitter daughter she met that morning.

"Hello Annabeth." Athena said. She wanted to apologize and make amends, but she could not control her dreams, and was **** to resign into talking about whatever words her subconscious mind wants her to.

"Any chance of you telling me what tomorrow's quiz is gonna be about?" her daughter asked teasingly.

Athena sighed. "I have told you this before Annabeth. Just because I'm your mother doesn't mean I will ever show you any favouritism. Now go to the class you were nearly late.

"Jeez fine," Annabeth grumbled and went inside.

Athena wished that the biggest trouble she and her daughter had in real life was a quiz, and that their conversations could be this simple. Sighing again, she stepped inside the classroom.

Upon entering Athena noticed that all the front row students were Annabeth's companions she saw earlier today. That wasn't surprising either. The accusing glances they had given her that morning had seared into Athena. Further back, the faces of the students have disappeared into the misty grey obscurity of her mind.

Another thing Athena noticed was the student attire. She didn't notice it earlier with Annabeth as talking to her estranged daughter distracted her, but now, she could see it. The boys were wearing normal clothes, but the girls were wearing clothes that were... revealing, to say the least. Tank tops and tube tops wound tightly around their chests, leaving their midriffs bare, and the skirts and shorts they were wearing were so short that they showed almost half of their... posteriors. None of them were clearly wearing a bra, as evident by the hard nipples sticking out through their tops. Athena looked at her own daughter, sitting at the very front of the class with her new boyfriend who's name she couldn't even remember, sitting next to her. She wasn't dressed any better. Her boyfriend's arm, wrapped around Annabeth's shoulder, was suspiciously close to her breast, but Annabeth didn't seem to notice it, laughing her head off to whatever her boyfriend was saying, causing her unrestricted breasts to jiggle wildly.

Athena was horrified. If this was in the real world, she would have kicked all those students out of the class in an instant, including her daughter, but of course she couldn't do anything like in her subconscious mind.

Suddenly another mind, alien to hers, masculine, powerful and with a hint of a foreign accent filled her mind. It's just what girls wear these days, the voice said. Relax.

Immediately, the goddess felt relaxed. Of course. For beings with ridiculously small life spans, humans do change a lot, including in fashion, which seems to get more ridiculous and impractical as the centuries pass by. Athena remembered how amused she had been when Apollo showed her all the dumb hair styles of the 80's, a decade she missed out because she was busy with a new area of studies. This is just like that, Athena concluded. A dumb phase of humanity that will eventually go away. Hopefully, it'll happen quickly.

With that personal conflict out of the way, Athena walked to her desk to start the lesson... and was immediately faced with a new problem. Her voice wouldn't work: every word she spoke came out as a ridiculous squeak, with only the students of the front row being able to hear her, and even that barely. The students, bored with their teacher seemingly not even saying a single word, started showing attention to each other; talking, joking, kissing and groping. Soon, Athena was sure it would turn into a full-blown orgy.

The goddess of wisdom looked on horrifyingly at the increasing debauchery of her classroom. Only the two students at the very front were acting normally. Annabeth was looking at her with concerned eyes, trying to concentrate on the squeaks coming out of her mouth. Her boyfriend was looking at her with false, mocking sympathy that made her want to tear his head off.

Eventually Annabeth raised a hand and Athena walked over to her. The sound of the students were nearly deafening at this point.

"Mom," Annabeth said. "You have to get their attention somehow!"

"What do you think I've been trying to do?" Athena snapped. "I'm shouting at the top of my lungs but no one can hear me. You have any brilliant ideas?"

"Actually, I do," her boyfriend sitting next to her head.

"Oh? And what is that?"

"Well everyone here seems horny as fuck..."

"Language young man!"

"Sorry teacher. But you can use this to your advantage."

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?"

"Take their attention by using their horniness. Unbotton your blouse a bit, and I guarantee the class will pay you attention."

"How dare you! I can send you to the principle's office for talking about such garbage."

"With all due respect teacher, this is a wise strategy, and as the goddess of wisdom and strategy, I feel like you would benefit a lot from it."

"Mom," Annabeth said, taking her hand. "Didn't you always say that men were simple creatures that could be easily manipulated? This is the best time to prove that."

That was true. Athena stiffly walked to the front of the classroom and turned her back to the students. Then, with an unsure mind, she began to unclasp her buttons. One, two, three, f- no three was enough. Athena closed her eyes, sighed and turned. Immediately, what she felt was the cool air hitting her now half exposed breasts, which was only covered by a black lace bra that she never would have worn in real life.

Then, the wisdom goddess noticed it. Not a sound to be heard. Annabeth was right, men really are simple creatures. All she had to do was present some of her cleavage to their hungry eyes, and now she had all their attention, along with even some female students. She should do this in real life, Athena realized. Maybe in the next Olympian meeting. That way there would be less arguing and more actual work done.

Athena cleared her throat. "Turn to page 394 of your text books." Then she leaned on her own desk to do so, purposefully giving the class an even better look down her cleavage. Not a meek to be heard, other than her own voice. She grinned. This is how a class should be.

Athena straightened up and started the lesson

Author's note - Hey guys I know this is late, but unfortunately I am super busy these days. I have a very important exam in February, and most of my time will be spent trying to prepare for it. However, once March starts, I will be able to post chapters quicker than I have ever been able to before. Until then I hope you stay patient with my slow progress. Happy New Year!