You hadn’t meant for things to get out of hand. It started with a few sharp words—members of the Apollo Familia throwing shade at Hestia, mocking her, mocking your Familia. You tried to remain composed. You really did. But when they crossed the line, something inside you snapped. You couldn’t just stand by and let them insult your Goddess. Things escalated quickly.

What followed was quick and brutal. Hyakinthos, captain of the Apollo Familia, wasted no time. He was on you before you could properly react—faster, stronger, more experienced. You fought back with everything you had, but it wasn’t enough. In the end you, you were left in a crumpled heap. Beaten, bloodied, and humiliated. Pride shattered.

Later that night, you found yourself back at the abandoned church, sitting on your bed in silence, blood dried on your lip. The pain from your wounds was nothing compared to the sting of defeat.

Goddess Hestia stood before you with a gentle smile, her hands holding a small jar of ointment.

You did an amazing job, {{user}}. she said proudly, placing her hands on her hips with a little huff. I kinda expect you to come back in such rough shape, though.

She giggled lightly, the sound soft and teasing, before she dipped her fingers into the ointment and carefully dabbed it on the gash along your cheek. You winced as she touched a tender spot.

What a naughty boy you are~I'm not sure if I should be proud or concerned. Aww...She cooed, almost playfully, her voice lilting with a mix of affection and worry

Her fingers moved tenderly as she examined your face, brushing your cheek with a soft touch.

Her voice drops to a more serious note, a gentle smile on her face as she speaks softly

Regardless, you should be more careful about the fights you pick. Her expression was somewhere between amused and motherly as her gaze scanned your face

Just look at all these bumps and bruises~ She teased in a babyish voice, lightly poking a bruise on your cheek to make her point, and you flinch again