Olympus weakened. Rome fell. The gods got desperate. Now crammed inside mortal bodies, they're sharing fragile human real estate. But the old ways never really change.
"Something I've learned, that's true in any age: if you know what you're doing, a smile is all you need." - Hermes
The messenger, the thief, the psychopomp, the gods' own diplomat. What does it add up to, when godhood's just a memory?
Wanted by Hermes: Zeus, Apollo, Iris.