The Capital of Olimpo was built along the banks of a labyrinth of rivers and was truly an architectural marvel. 

The skyline spread with impressive skyscrapers, and while modern now, their history still shined through. Daily life wasn't too stressful in Olimpo, and it had attracted a lot of attention. Lots of cultures and races had left their mark not just on knowledge, but also upon the Capital's identity. 

Hundreds of taverns, inns, and food carts offer a plethora of culinary choices. Those who felt hungry for something else enjoyed tours of the city, exploring arcades, arenas, churches,  underground cities, libraries, sightseeing, or one of the many other recreational venues.

There was a teenage boy with black hair and azure eyes standing on the streets of the Capital.

It was Zeus.

He looked at the way of the enormous cathedral located in the middle of the Capital. And couldn't take his eyes off the path as though he was watching someone walking to the cathedral.

SIGH~

"There she goes," Zeus muttered.

Zeus took a deep breath and glanced at the palace— the tallest locality of the entire Capital.

"I hate climbing those stairs and walking those long bridges," he groaned and started walking towards the palace.

It was daytime, so the streets were busy. And the traffic was inexplicable.

Zeus somehow made it to the palace and stopped to admire the palace's beauty.

There were twenty-one strong, round towers scattered in a seemingly random pattern but had been built for an ideal defense and were connected by enormous, wide walls made of white and golden marbles with silver and azure designs and embroidery here and there to amplify the palace's beauty. 

The only entrance to the palace was through the gate, an enormous gate with massive metal doors and large crenelations for guards.

It was the only way in, at least without taking down the palace walls. 

Tall windows were scattered here and there across the walls in a fairly well-formed pattern, along with symmetric crenelations for archers and artillery. 

Statues of kings were lined up outside of the palace gates, serving as reminders of the past. 

The palace had stood the test of time. 

Various large houses were scattered outside the palace gates. Surprisingly, the rich were comfortable with living outside the gates as well. The palace showed signs of expansion as some parts were clearly built more recently than others. 

The finest workers and architects from the world were already working on another part to expand the walls, so all the citizens from the Capital could stay inside the walls.

Zeus passed the bridge and stood in front of the gate.

"I have an appointment with king Ajax," he informed and waited patiently for the guards to open the mini-door of the palace's gate.

The guards gave Zeus a despised look and opened the door.

He passed through the door as it closed with a loud bang behind his back.

Zeus shook his head and sighed, "They really hate demons, huh?"

It wasn't Zeus' first time coming to this place, and it wasn't his first time being treated as a piece of filth by those guards either. But Zeus couldn't get used to it.

Zeus walked and made his way to the inner area of the palace. Although every single person he met gave him a disgusted look at him— let it be the maids of the palace or the guards guarding the inner palace.

Zeus walked to the door of the throne room and informed the guards:

"King Ajax must be expecting me."

The guard inspected Zeus with his eyes and gave him the same look as the other guards.

"You need to leave all your weapons here," said the guard.

"Fine~"

Zeus tried to take off his weapons, but a voice sounded from  the other side of the door:

"It's fine. Let him come."

Zeus looked at the guard and raised his brows, "You heard the king."

"Tch!" The guard clicked his tongue and opened the door to the throne room.

Zeus walked in and closed the door behind him with a heavy sigh.

He looked at the young man standing on the pedestal near the throne and squinted his eyes.

"It's creepy how you knew it was me even without looking or hearing me," Zeus remarked.

The throne room door was voice proof, and it was made in a mysterious way that everything from outside could be heard clearly, but it was impossible for anyone to hear what was going on inside.

"Zeus, my friend. I could recognize you from your footsteps," the man replied.

The man had golden hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a loose white robe and a shiny crown on his head. 

He spoke with an accent that pressed on 'R', and his 'Z' was sharp, while his 'S' was silent.

"That's even more creepy. And we are not friends," Zeus replied with a similar accent as the man to imitate him.

"Oh, come on. We have known each other for like six months now. We are basically family," the king said as he tried to hug Zeus.

Zeus pushed him back and stopped the king from hugging him as he said, "Well, your definition of 'family' is fucked up."

The king walked to his throne and smiled at Zeus:

"It is good to see you again."

"I wish I could say the same."

"What? You don't like me?"

"That's not it. I don't like how I get treated by the guards."

"Oh! Yeah," the king exclaimed and continued, "I apologize for that."

"It's fine. I get treated the same almost everywhere by humans. Although other races don't mind  me much— even angels are friendly with me."

"It must be hard to get treated like that. Is there anything I can do to help you?" The king had sincerity in his voice.

"It's fine. I don't want you to help me with anything. If the word gets out that you— Ajax, the almighty and undefeatable king, is a part-demon, then it would be a catastrophe."

"I suppose you are right," the king nodded with a distant smile on his face. Then after the brief silence, he said, "But you don't deserve to be treated like that."

Zeus chuckled and turned around to look at the view of the throne room.

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Here is the extra chapter.

1 extra chapter on every 250 power stones.