The rather large and slim television screen glowed in the darkness, silent. On it was a movie, an old one, about cowboys and an indian or two. The title had been long forgotten and the present audience didn't care. The apartment was quite nice, having been designed by the ultimate artist. Various greek statuettes of naked men and women were placed about the house. On the walls were several different pictures depicting some of the battles the greek gods had taken part in. All penned by the owner of this place. They were all the true originals, though the museums would like to think they possessed the first copies. At the entrance one was greeted by the famous painting of Apollo chasing Daphne, by Antonio de Pollaiuolo, or so mortals believed. Further on were even more famous pieces: "Aphrodite and Ares", the "Allegory of Love", and even the "Creation of the Galaxy." All these works of art painted by the gentle hand of a god. And sitting in the living room, high above the television set, was the latest painting. A huge piece reflecting their latest battle against the bitch Echidna. It was ten feet long and five feet high, he'd worked hard on it, not using his divine gifts but his own hands.
That's what Apollo was really looking at, sitting in his leather couch dressed in a finely cut grey suit, the painting was what drew his attention. In his hand was a purple tie that he'd yet to even consider tying on himself. His visage, though still beautiful, was scruffier than it'd ever been. A five o'clock shadow now covered the lower part of his face and instantly made him look different. His hair had grown out and had returned to its curly nature, he'd done that for his sister, like she wanted. The god of art was sat in his couch with very little life in his eyes, on the table before him laid the invitation Hermes had sent him, the curved F's had given it away. Apollo just watched the scene on the canvas unfold it was like a movie all on it's own, he'd sent a copy to various family members: Hermes, Aphrodite, Athene, and of course his sister Artemis. The name made him smile a bit.
Apollo wouldn't be going to this party if it wasn't for his sister. He loved his family, yes that was true, but he was tired. Apollo had become very depressed in the small amount of time between the battle and his present state. Apollo began despising his immortality, hating his divine birth and life. He was frustrated that he could never fall in love because the person would just die, and he'd be alone again. The only person he could safely love in this world was his sister, she would always be there with him. So, Apollo sold his club, and had retreated into himself, cutting himself off from the world, and subsequently from regaining much of his power. He didn't sing, play music, act or paint much anymore. More than that, he didn't use his powers, ever. Apollo just wanted it all to be over. If the Titans took over one good thing would come from it, he wouldn't be pressured to protect anyone.
Apollo stood and turned on a nearby radio. Music played and his body came to life. It was touched by the art as it empowered him the way nothing else could. He placed the tie within the fold of his collar and breathed in deep. The sounds of "The Who" filled him with power as he summoned as much as he could. He outstretched his hands in front of him and he shook as he summoned the power. Suddenly he was transported, leaving the sweet sounds of "The Who" behind him. He appeared before a nymph and fell to his knees. The abruptness of the power leaving him wretched his stomach and he began vomiting. The nymph gave him a bucket and stared at him as he emptied his stomach's contents. After a short while Apollo stood and gave the bucket back to the Nymph, who ran with it to the bathroom. Apollo looked around the large room, which housed a bar,eyeing the various servants. Yes, this was certainly Hermes' party. At the bar was an interesting sight, it was Athene. He smiled a small, weak smile and walked toward her. As he walked he tied his purple tie in a weak Windsor, he also grabbed a glass of red wine.
"Athene." he said as he approached her, it was nice to see her, but he wasn't going to get too close, she wasn't known for being the most affectionate. "Are we the firsts?"