Thomas stared at Virgil waiting for the punchline. After five minutes he shook his head again, pulling back as he placed the glass down firmly on the armrest.

"Y-You're not God! No way." He laughed deliriously.

Virgil frowned. "I am a god. Just not a 'God' god. Yet."

"If you're God, then who are they? Your angels?!" Thomas waved his hand in the direction of the three others.

Virgil's' frown turned to confusion. "They're gods too."

Thomas kept laughing, now knowing he was insane. "This is all a dream, you guys can't be Gods!"

"We are gods!" Virgil protested, voice slightly louder as he grew angry. "I'm Virgil, son of Hades! I'm the Prince of the UnderWorld! Everyone comes to me!"

Okay, so maybe Thomas wasn't insane - it was definitely this creepy young man in a black toga. "Hades? As in, like, the Greek God of death?"

"I am a god, you fool. My mother is Persephone and my father is Hades and we fell from Olympus while playing in Zeus's' temple!" Said Virgil, sitting up properly. He looked less safe and gentle now - he was angry and his iris was stretching across the rest of his eyeball. His black hair was picked up by some sort of wind and his skinny frame turned even more skeletal.His voice was echoing and loud.

Thomas screamed, falling backwards and knocking the glass to the floor and it spilt and shattered. Patton yelped, woken up by the scream and sat bolt upright, lightning bolts flickering around his hands. Thomas looked at Patton and Patton looked at Thomas. The two of them screamed at each other.

"Oh, my lord! Y-Your hands! Your friend! What the fuck?!" Thomas screamed, hardly noticing the tears of fear that started to fall down his cheeks.

Virgil's' eyes were completely black and soulless as he turned to Patton.

Patton looked at Virgil and jumped back in fright. "Oh my, Vee, what happened to you?! What the UnderWorld is going on?! Where are we?!"

Virgil jumped back too, toppling over the back of the couch and crushing the small table that broke his fall. "Patton, stop yelling!"

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Thomas stared at the two yelling Gods in utter confusion. They'd been yelling a conversation at each other for that past ten minutes and no one had moved from their current position.

Slowly, he stood up, wiping away the tears. "Okay," He said quietly, "I believe you're Gods..."

Virgil looked at him, reverting quickly back to his normal self. He pouted at Thomas. "Finally. You smashed your water glass."

"I noticed..." Thomas whispered in the sudden silence. His ears were ringing.

The one who'd woken up most recently smiled at him. The smile soothed Thomas like a father's' smile would soothe a scared child. "Sorry, kiddo. I'm Patton, son of Zeus. That is Virgil, he's my cousin. His dad is-"

"-Hades, yeah, he told me..." Thomas moved carefully to his seat. "Who are the others?"

"Well, the one in the rose-pink toga is called Roman. He's the son of Aphrodite and... Ares..." Virgil explained, looking at Roman softly as he moved to sit on top of the back of the sofa.

Thomas glanced at the young man on the ground. He was more than just attractive with soft, light brown hair and a perfect, healthy complexion. "He's pretty..." He mused aloud.

Virgil hummed thoughtfully and Thomas looked up at him. "Are you two, like, together?"

"Wh-What?! N-No way!" Virgil blushed a bright red, spinning to face Thomas. "He hates me!"

"He hates who?" A formal voice spoke up. One in a navy blue toga was looking at them all with a broken neck - Thomas tried very hard not to vomit.

Patton looked at the new god with a bright smile. "Hi, Logie! This is Thomas! Thomas, this is Logan and his mother is Athena."

"Greetings," Logan said and there was a horrifyingly loud click as he neck repaired. He sat up, with a stretch of his broken spine that too clicked back together. When he finished stretching he reached to his lap and froze. "The Book! Where's my Book?!"

Virgil paled even further if that were possible. "L-Logan, I'm really sorry, b-but I- you're Book-!"

"Where's my Book, Virgil?!" Logan jumped to his feet intimidatingly, crossing the distance from him and Virgil with a single stride. "I swear to Zeus, if it's broken because of you I will break every bone in your body till you no longer have the will to fix yourself!"

Virgil whimpered, scuttling further away from Logan and Thomas could see what he meant earlier when he said everyone hated him. "I-It's torn! T-Torn in half! I'm so sorry!" Virgil cried, trying to move as far away from Logan as possible.

Logan looked at him fiercely. "Where are the halves?"

"I-I put them on the table down there!"

Logan looked around the back of the couch and frowned. "Has the fashion of tables changed since my mother's' era?"

"N-No, I just fell on it..." Virgil mumbled, shooting Logan a quick sneer filled with venom that melted away instantly when Logan turned his glare onto him.

"Is that why my Book is in two halves?"

Virgil shook his head and smirked. Suddenly his body just crumpled and he was gone with whitened eyeballs staring blankly.

"Patton," Logan said.

"Yes?"

"I hate your cousin."

Patton gasped. "That's mean, Logie!"

Roman sat up with a loud gasp. "Holy me, that was the weirdest thing ever!"

"Yeah, no shit." Virgil hissed. He was sitting back up again, holding tightly to the sides of his head. "I got a headache now, you're welcome!"

"I'm welcome?! I didn't ask you to poke around in my head, Mister Living Dead!" Protested the attractive man. "I was going to wake up soon!"

"Yeah, well, not soon enough. Now, carve a flat line through your complaining and help Logan find his Book." Virgil sneered back, eyes locked onto something to the upper left of Roman's' head.

Roman rolled his eyes, walking past Thomas without noticing him and paused at the table. Then he knelt down and scooped up the spine of the Book. "Uhm, Logan, I found half of your book..."

"Yeah, I know, Virgil said he tore it."

"I didn't say that!"

"Why would you do that-?!" Began Roman.

"ENOUGH!"