| ␥ -˙⟡ | ——HERMES .

——You groaned, pulling at your hair with a brush, desperately trying to avoid the two wings protruding from your scalp.

——You were Hermes' son, and your father rarely visited you. He only visited you when he remembered he had a son. Curious, isn't it? Well, not for you.

——You loved your father, but you couldn't help feeling frustrated with the god. He didn't even bother to visit your mother anymore, much less you...

The least he could do was answer your prayers. Didn't he care? Sometimes you wished you weren't a demigod, especially because you had three ridiculous pairs of wings on your body. Two small wings were attached to your head, two to your back, and one on each ankle. You hated them completely, despite being able to fly. They always got caught on your clothes and were terribly uncomfortable when you hid them.

——Thinking about it bothered you even more, as you tried not to pull your hair out while brushing it. You looked in the mirror, frowning with tears in your eyes. They looked ridiculous...

—Suddenly, a slightly unfamiliar face appeared behind you, visible in the mirror. You were startled, almost dropping the brush, when you turned and saw your father standing behind you. He laughed and greeted you.

—"Hello, darling,"* Hermes greeted, flying and gently running his fingers through the wings of your head. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "No, no... you're doing it all wrong. Here," he extended his other hand, the brush in his palm. "I'll help you fix this." Hermes smiled.*