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Will was looking at Michael like he was trying to decide if he was telling the truth. At least for a moment. Then he quickly realized this guy was probably a terrible liar. Angels didn't seem to be like gods. Or at least the Greek kind. This guy was just so....alien. Or inhuman. The Greek Gods? They had that human thing down, at least personality wise.

"You really don't want anything? Um. Thank you. That's actually really good to hear. And I'm sorry, I didn't want it to come off as accusatory but.....yeah, that's kind of what I'm used too? I wouldn't say it's our purpose but....well, okay yeah. It's our purpose. We stay at Camp and train so we're not killed by monsters, hoping that we'll get a quest. That one of our parents or any of the gods might need us to do something dangerous because they lost something over a lava pit full of empousai and want us to retrieve it for them. Barring all the wars we've been through, it's how you know if you're any good."

Will took another look at the cube Michael had been creating, still thinking it was interesting. At least, he was quite sure it would be interesting to someone like an Athena kid with a fascination for geometric shapes. Annabeth would love it.

"I'm pretty happy just sewing people back up and lying in the sun, honestly."

Michael might surprise Will, some day. He's an excellent liar when he puts his mind to it, exactly because it requires no shift in his expression. There's no obvious difference between a stone-faced truth and a bald-faced lie when delivered by the same unaffected features.

He wouldn't be surprised about the Greek gods seeming more human than he does. Where he comes from, they live among them. Despite being supernatural in nature, they have more in common with fellow creatures of flesh than with God's army of wavelengths. Angels in their natural state don't experience thirst or hunger or much of anything in the way of emotion. Pagan gods do.

Will's words earn him a slight crack in Michael's blank exterior, a raising of his eyebrows.

"They keep you in a camp?"

This is probably not so dissimilar a concept from keeping angels in Heaven and dispatching them to Earth as needed. Nonetheless, knowing nothing else but what Will has told him of the place, it sounds unwholesome to Michael's ear. A camp where pagan gods dump their half-breed offspring for whenever they need them.

Will would absolutely be surprised when Michael bald faced lied to him without a change in expression. At the moment, he's more comparing the angel to an android than a supernatural being. Blame his Star Wars fixation. As for pagan gods? He would be the first to say that they totally experienced emotion. Needs, wants, desires. Exponentially. It was always great when a greek god wanted you to do something. All powerful being wanting their magical what-its they happened to lose in the most dangerous place possible and you can't say no because you'll get incinerated.

So Will was downright surprised when Michael's eyebrows raised.

"Not so much as keep us as...dump us? If we survive until early adolescence when monsters start smelling us and we have to make a run for camp or get eaten. They're not exactly placing us there nicely for safe keeping." They were more like canon fodder the gods sometimes felt emotionally attached too.

Android isn't far off the mark. There's definitely something artificial about them: designed and assembled by a creator rather than born, their very nature controlled by a series of instructions and codes. Outside of Heaven they grow beyond their original function, but they may still have more in common with a rogue artificial intelligence than a creature of flesh and blood.

Will paints an even bleaker picture of what life at his demigod camp is like. Michael wonders a little at why gods would want half-breed children at all, if attracting monsters and running errands is all they're good for. Surely they could force human worshippers to do their bidding instead.

"Unpleasant. As expected of pagan gods, I suppose. That habit of attracting monsters doesn't translate to this world, does it?"

If so, Solvunn might make for a more difficult place to live than most, surrounded by dark woods and rumours of evil creatures roaming at night. He might be lucky to live in the Free Cities instead.

It was definitely something Will wasn't as experienced with. All the beings in Greek mythology were emotional, inextricably tied to humanity in ways that mirrored them. It made Michael unfamiliar in a way Will couldn't quite comprehend. Besides the Star Wars fascination.

Michaels unanswered question has sad answer. The gods didn't want half breed children. They just couldn't help themselves. And they were kind of handy. His own father once referred to them as canon fodder. It was less work to use their half-breed children than it was to use worshipers. Worshipers could always say no if you asked them to fetch dirty socks one to many times.

"Pagan Gods, as opposed too....?" It wasn't that Will didn't believe in other gods. It was just that he didn't have any experience with them. "I dont know if I attract monsters here, but I wouldn't be surprised? I'm honestly not that interested in trying my chances. I quite like living."

Yes, he probably would have a poor time in Solvunn.

It might be in the nature of divine parents to care about their offspring only to the degree in which they're useful to them. It's no different for the angels.

"As opposed to anything that isn't a pagan god."

Sure, monsters in general are definitely unpleasant too, but pagan gods still rate a few levels of irritation above that. Their sense of entitlement to the name of god offends a creature who believes in only one (even if said creature presently thinks very little of said God). Read between the lines, Will. They're just monsters with bigger egos.

(Arguably, the same might be said of archangels.)

"If you haven't noticed any monsters following you into your home in the Free Cities or around Nocwich, you likely have nothing to worry about."

Monsters don't stay out of cities where he's from, so he can't see what would be stopping them here, either. That goes double for Nocwich. He knows there are vicious things in their woods.

Yup. Will was totally reading between those lines and those lines were scary. Kind of terrifying. He knew just how scary monsters were. He knew how scary gods were. He was slowly getting the idea that maybe angels were just as scary. If not a different kind of scary.

"I actually don't spent that much time around Nocwich really. At least at one time. I need sunlight or my body has an adverse reaction. And yeah, I'm actually really surprised i havent had more of a problem in the Free Cities."

Will was also used to monsters free roaming in the cities. or anywhere really. There was a reason he stayed at camp, and that was the magical barrier.

Michael might not object to being called scary. Even other members of the Heavenly Host had feared him. It would be understandable for something lesser than an angel in his eyes to feel the same way, though he's also noticed people don't tend to see Adam as particularly threatening.

"There are hunters in the Free Cities. If the city is free of monsters, then they're doing their job adequately."

Or is it just hunter singular these days? He's a little less loathe to give credit where it's due, now that he knows Dean more intimately than he's cared to since the Apocalypse. Sounds as though he keeps whatever monsters lurk his section of the continent away from populated areas.

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