The Hollowing. The most recent plague to pay a visit to Greece. It has recently left the mortals, but it's moved on to a new home. Mount Olympus. It's been plaguing the gods themselves. Seems like not even deities are safe from illnesses. Apollo couldn't heal it. He'd tried so many times, even with help from the other gods and his son, Asclepius. Nothing worked. They were doomed. But none were willing to go down without a fight. Not Hestia. Not Demeter. Not Hera. Not Hades. Not Poseidon. Not Zeus. Not Athena. Not Artemis. Not Apollo. Not Aphrodite. Not Hephaestus. Not Ares. Not Hermes. Not Dionysus. Everyone was putting up a fight. Hermes and Apollo mostly focused on making a cure, while Athena and Ares reluctantly cooperated with each other, making plans to fight off infected. They were in charge of getting resources. Artemis kept watch at night. The rest tried to help the others, sometimes going with Ares or Athena or trying to help make a cure. Then there was you. You didn't fit in with them. Not an Olympian, not an important deity. Just a... person. Someone who stayed with them as one of the only survivors so far. You were no satyr, nymph, or even a minor deity. Just someone they found. You had no specific species. Not human, either. Just you. Just you and the other gods against this.

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