Olympian Gods, Truth Or Dare?

Extremity

"OPPA GANGNAM STYLE!"

All heads turned to Demeter, who was dancing to the Korean hit. Even the muses and graces stopped performing from their stages. The goddess' speakers were blaring loudly; even the other creatures who weren't watching the performance of the graces and the muses could hear it at a fine volume. But no one dared to comment about Demeter's bad -like, really bad- dancing.

Awkwardness engulfed the place until the muse of dance, Terpsichore, shouted:

"FLASH MOB!"

The muses danced with the goddess, followed by the graces, and then the spectators, who correctly know the moves to the famed song. Demeter thought it was the perfect time to escape; however, the graces turned the spotlight to her, making her the center of attention.

The panting corn goddess was in the midst of jeers when she appeared at the entrance of the throne room.

Artemis saw her worn out face and said, "Well, that was healthy."

"Healthier than cereal," mutters Hades.

Unfortunately, Demeter heard him. Her short temper was beginning to show. The gods started panicking, except for Hades.

"Lady Demeter!" Apollo called, tittering. "H-how about I give you ambrosia? I-I bet you're really tired!"

"That woman won't accept ambrosia," said the underworld king. "All she wants to inhale is that stupid cereal of hers."

Apparently, that made things worse.

Demeter was now growling at Hades, who seemed not to care. The other deities were tense, until a small voice was heard from the door.

"Mother?"

They looked at the entrance to see Persephone, the daughter of the raging goddess. She gave Demeter an exhausted look; she knew it was her temper issues again. She scanned the throne room and found Hades sitting casually with a smug face on.

"Alright, what did you do to my mother?" she sighed exasperatedly.

Hades shrugged smugly.

"Seriously Hade-"

"Truth or dare, Hades?" said Demeter creepily, cutting her daughter's sentence.

Persephone looked surprised. "Truth or...dare?" The spring goddess glared at the other deities, who shrugged in reply.

"Truth or dare? Really?" said a flabbergasted voice.

"Were you with Persephone, Hebe?" asks Zeus.

"No," answered the goddess of youth, standing by the door of the throne room. "I saw her going through the flash mob earlier. Thought I'd follow her he-"

"Dare," replied Hades courageously to his sister-slash-mother-in-law, cutting Hebe's words. A frown strangely lingered on Demeter's face. Hades' eyes popped open, realizing the goddess peculiarity.

But then Demeter produced yet another creepy smile. "I dare you to choose truth."

"Not fair!" insists Hades.

"It's a dare," replied Demeter monstrously. Her look resembled a monster from some Japanese anime.

"Why were you loitering in Zeus' fist at the fourth of July without pants?"

All the other gods huffed audibly.

"Awkward," squeaked Hebe. Persephone could only freeze in her spot.

"Are you stalking me?!" asked Hades violently, his body jolted. "I never did such thing!"

"I have my own sources," answered Demeter darkly. "Answer me. Now."

Hades attempted pinching himself. Was this some kind of prank of Morpheus, who owed him a few golden drachmas?

No, Hades thought. It's freaking real.

"I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah! Really!"

"No, you're lying," squeaked Apollo, possibly wanting their feud to end.

Damn god of truth, that Apollo. Hades forgot about that.

"Someone took my pants, ok!" He spat, defeated. His brothers snickered. Persephone remained behind Demeter at the entrance. Zeus offered Persephone and Hebe a seat, but they both declined and left.

"W-well then," stuttered Hades. And then he turned to Apollo. "Truth or dare?"

"What?" he complained in a terrified manner.

"This was for earlier."

Hades thought of sticking out his tongue, but was too lazy to do it.

Apollo slowly leaned backwards and said, "Truth."

"I'm curious with you and Hyacinthus," began Hades. "Yes, you may have looked like best friends or brothers, but sometimes I think you two are...more than that."

"I feel the same way," agreed Artemis.

Apollo shot them a violent look.

"Why does everyone ask that? Hyacinthus and I are only like brothers to each other! There was nothing romantic. It was platonic-COMPLETELY PLATONIC. Why do you guys insist that we're lovers?"

"Chill," said Hermes. "You're not, okay? We get it. And hey, if every woman this dude liked said 'yes' to him, he'd overthrow Zeus as the harem king."

Silence followed Hermes' words until Apollo's irritated expression broke into a fit of laughter.

"Okay, okay, I'm fine," the sun god said while laughing.

"Why did you mention my name?" asks Zeus with a furrowed brow. "And what's 'harem king' supposed to mean?"

Hera hissed.

"You don't know?" laughed Poseidon.

"Tell me; I'm willing to know!" insisted Zeus.

"Aphrodite, truth or dare?" Apollo cut his father's words..

"Dare!" declared Aphrodite.

"Alright then. Sit on Hephaestus until five gods are dared!"

"What?" stutters Hephaestus. "You can't do that!"

The god was obviously blushing.

Albeit Aphrodite noticing his blush, she came near the fire god and sat on him. The others were startled: Aphrodite sitting on her husband's lap. Is that even her?

Aphrodite smiled calmly, her legs crossed. "A dare is a dare."

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