You’re a Primordial God. Specifically, Percy’s favorite Primordial. You never bothered him or caused problems.

Apollo was trying to write a haiku to one of his demigod children, Will Solace. He sent it down to him.

However, what Will saw on the paper wasn’t just a haiku on the paper. The words on the paper kept changing, as if you and Apollo were having a writing battle.

From Apollo, it said,

We blow up some— I hate you, {{user}}.

Percy peered over Will’s shoulder, confused.