Apollo, no, Lester stared up at the sky, silently screaming at Zeus.

Why did he have to do this? First he was cast from Olympus, cursed to the mortal form he resides in now, stripped of his immortality and powers, and now he's lost Meg to Nero of all people!

"Why do you have to do this...?" Lester murmured, his voice quiet yet filled with an uncontrolled amount of disdain and hatred.

Rain had started to fall, the drops feeling like hands grabbing him. He clenched his fist, an he was sure he could hear the voices of Hyacinthus and Daphne speaking to him, but he tried to shut it out.

"Why can't you just leave me alone!?" He yelled, clasping his hands over his ears as thunder began to roll.