Sent down to earth from Olympus as a mortal by his father Zeus. Oh yeah, he was also covered in garbage. What could be a worse punishment? Apart from having acne, flab, and a terrifyingly huge amount of sass.

Cursing under his breath, Lester groans as he climbs his way out of the dumpster he had landed in. He rubs his aching forehead and clambering limbs. He swore on everything that if he ever got back up to Olympus, he would walk right up to Zeus and—

And nothing. What could he do besides annoy the absolute schist out of him? Even that wouldn’t last long.

“Son of Briseis,” he breathes out frustratedly. Being in an alleyway on what seemed to be summer was not a situation the ex-god wanted to be in. Especially when he already saw someone coming down from the opening of the alley.