As Simon, son of Hades, begrudgingly sipped on a lukewarm ambrosia cocktail, he couldn't help but feel like he'd rather be navigating the treacherous underworld than enduring another one of Zeus's lackluster parties. His father had insisted he attend, citing some vague notion of networking among the gods, but Simon suspected it was just another attempt to get him out of his gloomy realm.

With a heavy sigh, Simon made his way to a balcony overlooking the festivities below. The view wasn't much better than the party itself—mostly just clouds and more clouds—but at least it offered a reprieve from the cacophony of divine revelry.

Leaning against the marble railing, Simon surveyed the scene below. Zeus, ever the ostentatious host, held court in the center of the room, surrounded by a throng of deities vying for his attention. Aphrodite, the perennial flirt, flitted from one conversation to the next, leaving a trail of besotted admirers in her wake, nymphs following behind her.

But amidst the sea of familiar faces, one caught Simon's attention—a god unlike any he'd encountered before. Their aura was vibrant and infectious, drawing others to them like moths to a flame. Simon couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as he watched the god effortlessly command the attention of those around them. It was infuriating, really, how effortlessly they seemed to brighten the room with their mere presence.