Olympian Gods, Truth Or Dare?

Horsing Around 'til Sundown

It took Hades more than ten minutes before coming back to the throne room.

He felt like the after flavor of Demeter's godforsaken cereal still lingered in his tongue even when he brushed his teeth, flossed, and used a mouthwash. It was the feeling of recognizing a taste from somewhere in the stomach. Hades went a little nauseous, and thought of getting himself something sweet after the game is over.

When exactly will the game end, though?

He shook his head, returning back to where everyone else waited for him. It was his turn. Hades just entered casually, ignoring the snickers of the other gods and sitting back on his throne. And apparently, Demeter waited for him to do so.

"Well?" She began to speak in a cheery voice. "Tell me what the best cereal in the world is! Tell me!"

Hades looked at her with a straight face, smiled lightly, and said,

"Koko Krunch."

Demeter looked like it was the end of the world.

"What? Oh how petty! Too sweet. Lots of preservatives. Not healthy!"

"What does it have to do to me?"

"It gives you bad health leading to an early death!"

The entire room went silent in shock of hearing the last sentence. Hades sighed, inhaling deeply, and cried,

"OH MY TARTARUS DEMETER, WE'RE GODS!"

As strong as the argument was, Demeter seemed unfazed, as if she was the one who was winning.

"Bah, to hell with your unhealthy lifestyle! I will not tolerate it."

"I...I literally live in hell."

As much as he wanted to show Demeter how blinded she was by being so in love with her cereal, Hades knew better than to mess with her again. His wife could just be lurking anywhere. So before Demeter could even talk, he resumed the game.

"Aphrodite, truth or dare?"

The goddess beamed and said, "Truth." She thought that it was too soon to resume with another extreme dare, and she was one of everyone else who didn't want Demeter's cereal- just in case she would be dared to eat it, too.

"Who else would you think is prettier than you?"

Prettier.

Prettier.

Prettier. The word continuously echoed in her mind. How could anyone be-

Oh wait.

Aphrodite groaned in disgust upon remembering her, the one nuisance in her life.

Psyche. Thinking of her name made her crazy. Really, the number one reason why she hated her was because people before during the girl's fame would say, "Ah, tis the girl who would surpass the goddess of beauty herself!"

The second reason as to why she hated her was because thinking of her gave the goddess headaches. She was Roman hot stuff anyway, not Greek.

Trying to distract herself, Aphrodite relaxed, stretching her arms upwards. Who in the entire Olympus or in the world of mortals (at least in the Greek version) dare be prettier than her? She is the goddess of beauty, so no one should! Maybe she should just run away from the topic?

"You know, I can't think of anyone and I don't think there will be any," she mused, loud enough for everyone else to hear, "But I think Hestia is definitely the cutest among everyone else right now."