Later that night, Thanatos sat in Apollo’s house. Apollo tolerated Thanatos more than the other gods did. Apollo understood that in order for a world to be completely balanced, it must have a source of life and a source of death. He also knew that Thanatos cared more for peace than chaos, so Apollo was friendly towards him, but not overly so. Nyx was weaving herself between Apollo’s legs regardless of his visual disgust at the cat.
“You know, as well as I, Thanatos, that gods aren’t allowed on Greecium anymore. Not since the creation of the first warriors five-thousand years ago. There’s no way a child was conceived between a mortal and an immortal,” Apollo persisted.
Thanatos’ lips tightened and his eyebrows rose, his head tilted to the side and he gave Apollo a look that said, “I wouldn’t be here if this wasn’t the case.”
“You’re not serious,” Apollo whispered. “Who?”
“I’m not at liberty to offer that information. However, I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough, but can you answer my question? What would a child between a god and a warrior be?” Thanatos pressed him for an answer.
Apollo looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, “If this child were to survive, then they would most likely be a powerful demigod. Because the warriors were created by drinking our blood, they are part immortal. We’ve seen this already with their extended life-span and, of course, their powers over the elements.” He paused, mindlessly stroking the black cat at his feet. “So, this child would be more immortal than the warriors, but less immortal by our standards. But would they inherit the powers of a warrior from their immortal parent? Or would the child have to undergo the ceremony to posses warrior powers?” He paused again, getting lost in his thoughts. “I’d assume the child would inherit the warrior powers from their Olympian parent. Perhaps that would make them more of a minor god than a demigod,” Apollo looked to Thanatos for any telling reactions.
Thanatos, however, remained calm and collected. “Would it be possible to transfer a minor god’s powers to this child?” Thanatos asked, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice.
Apollo’s eyes locked with his own, questions swirling in them, but he kept them to himself. “I suppose that would be possible, but only by transferring the powers as soon as the child was born. Gods aren’t always born with their powers, but grow into them. The child would be more likely to grow into those gifted abilities if they’re transferred at birth.”
They both fell silent as each thought about the possibilities of this child. The only sound was the purring of Nyx. Thanatos rose to leave. “Thank you for your help, Apollo. It’s greatly appreciated.” He turned, but stopped when Apollo spoke.
“Thanatos, what are you planning? This child cannot exist. The fact that I haven’t seen this life form on Greecium means it will not survive. So why?” Apollo stood, so they were eye-eye.
“Nothing, Apollo,” Thanatos said. He hoped Apollo would give up the probing questions. He wanted to keep his plans as much of a secret as possible. What he’s planning has never been done or even considered by the other Olympians. There’s no telling what they might do to stop Thanatos from attempting this plan.
“I can make you speak the truth, Thanatos. I don’t want to, but I will if I have to. I can see that you’re planning something. This is the most I’ve seen you outside of your house and your duties. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve withdrawn from the world.”
“You’ll see, Apollo. Just don’t get in my way.” Thanatos turned on his heel and strode away. Nyx remained between Apollo’s sandaled feet for a moment before she trotted after the god of death.