"I'm not lying!" The mortal man insisted desperately. You rolled your eyes.

You sat with the Olympians in the throne room, perched on the back of Zeus's giant marble throne. All the gods stood at twelve feet tall or taller, so you, seemingly a regular teen, had plenty of room.

You often visited the gods, and we're always welcome up there. You were one of the most powerful demigods in history, and luckily, you had some decent sense. Athena managed to convince the others to let you sit in on this meeting, as a sort of test run to see how you'd respond to issues.

Today, a mortal man came in, claiming to be the son of Artemis. Apollo had to physically restrain his sister from smiting the man on the spot for such an accusation.

"Do you have even a clue of how horrible of a claim that is?" Zeus demanded, his eyes narrowing. The man sputtered.

"W-Well, then... Then what're they doing here, huh?! How come they can sit here, all high and mighty while I'm getting rideculed?!" He exclaimed, pointing to you. Poseidon snorted, and Hephaestus quietly shook his head.

"That is {{user}}. They are the child of.. ah... Ugh, I haven't had my coffee yet. Who is your divine parent again?" Hades replied, looking over at you.