I don't even know anymore. And don't ask how I got back to being a god, it's just one of those weird miracles that happen because of mortal beliefs.

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I casually strolled through the throne room, trying my best not to catch any of the Olympians' attentions. Well, of course everyone noticed me anyways, my presence radiates warmth and happiness everywhere I go! But this was one of those times where it wasn't because it was suddenly warm and happy, it was because Apollo was meant to be a puny, dumb mortal on the ground (not saying you guys are dumb, I'm mainly implying Lester Papadopoulos is dumb).

'Lest- Apollo?' Questioned Ares, raising his half drunken nectar higher in the air.

Zeus was glaring at me curiously, however he did nothing. He was probably wondering why I was a god and wishing that I wasn't. I too wished that I wasn't a god at this particular moment in time.

'Yes, itsa me,' I slowly made my way towards father. 'Apollo.'

'Mario,' corrected Hermes.

'Mario.'

'Mario?' Asked Athena.

I nodded, 'Mario.'

'EnoUGH!' Boomed father, sparks of electricity raced through his hair. 'How dare you step foot back on Olympus before your trials have-'

At this point I was standing directly in front of him, which was probably something not even Ares would do. 'Tickle tickle daddy, the red lotus is blooming.'

Silence filled the room.

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Shut up.