Father's is a God?

My power, the Black Lotus, removed the bad energy present in his body and even part of the poison. Once a sufficient amount of energy had been expelled, I raised my beautiful ring—the Djinn equipment.

"Phenex, as your king, I summon the power of the Djinn of Kindness and Mediation. Help heal my father."

As I spoke, a magical circle resembling an ancient summoning rune appeared behind me, glowing in shades of pink and light green.

Moments later, something resembling a mythical bird enveloped my body and moved toward my father. Its wings gently touched his wounds and injuries. The wounds began to heal rapidly, and any harmful energy or substance was purified or sealed.

Phenex's power encompasses many abilities, including physical and mental healing, and even creating seals and mediations. Although the latter are rarer, they are useful when granted by my equipment.

As the powers of healing, calm, and mediation infused his body, his improved condition became evident. My mother, who had been watching, initially appeared fascinated and intrigued. When she noticed my father's improvement, she sighed and finally seemed to relax. My Haki had already passed over her, and I found no present injuries, which made me happy, yet curious about what—or who—had caused his condition.

The other man in the room observed with fascination, and I could detect subtle traces of personal calculation in his expression.

"A phoenix... or something with a similar form and potential, though it doesn't seem to use the laws of fire," he muttered, but I neither heard him clearly nor paid him much attention.

Minutes passed as my internal energy continued to deplete at a steady pace. When it dropped to about 40% of its original level, all of my father's injuries were finally healed. I let out a sigh of relief, and moments later, I saw him open his eyes.

"Am I alright? Who was..." he asked, clearly exhausted, his body still low on energy.

When he saw me, he looked surprised, but he had no time to speak further before being abruptly hugged.

"You idiot! With all your years of combat experience and power, how did you let yourself end up in this state, fighting something like a Chimera?"

"My love, forgive me... I didn't anticipate the situation. The creature was indeed unusual; there was something—or someone—manipulating it."

As my father finished speaking, the other man in the room opened his mouth, saying something both intriguing and troubling.

"It was likely empowered by my mother—the goddess-queen Hera—at Zeus's request. He probably knows you're becoming more active and wants to thwart your actions. Fortunately, I managed to cut off her divine energy in time to help you, brother."

Hearing these terms, I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Father, I think it's time you told me a few things."

At my words, everyone's attention turned to me. After what seemed like a silent conversation between my father and mother, my father nodded.

"Yes, it's better this way... Son, can you create a silent space? One of your spells will suffice."

I nodded and pulled out my wand. The first thing I did was create a magical barrier to isolate the interior from the outside world. Given the tension and the names mentioned, I reinforced it with more internal energy, even drawing upon the soul energy of my ghostly lineage to fortify the barrier.

The result was visible—a faint layer of violet-dark energy shimmered around us, a testament to my weak and limited control over my lineage's power.

Next, I conjured a few chairs and a table for us to sit around and even provided some lighting and food. Despite the comfortable ambiance, the tension was palpable, making it clear that whatever would be discussed was serious.

"Son... there's no need to elaborate on the unique way your power has manifested, but neither I nor your mother are ordinary. Our origins are far from common. I, for instance, am an Omega-level mutant with considerable powers. As for your father..."

Sigh. My father sighed before continuing.

"My father was an ordinary man—a farmer who worked tirelessly on his family's land. He was deeply devoted to cultivating his crops and tending to his animals. One day, he met a young woman who seemed to appear out of nowhere. She lived among the plants and harvest, professing a deep affection for my father's crops. Over time, they became close and had a relationship. My birth followed shortly after.

But after I was born, my mother disappeared. She only returned when I was twelve, after my father had died of liver disease. That's when she revealed her identity: Demeter, the powerful goddess of agriculture and harvest. After that, I was taken in as a demigod. It was said that my Olympian blood was strong, with the potential to become a god.

Trained for years, I eventually rose to stand among the gods, earning the title of the God of Peace, Combat, and Family."

I stared at my father, processing the revelations. Though surprising and shocking, I had already noticed the irregularities about him. Besides, I also possessed divine or similar traits myself.

"So, that would make my grandmother the goddess Demeter, my uncle Zeus, and me... a demigod, or something akin to one?"

The mention of Zeus, given his infamous reputation, irritated me, but the rest didn't bother me as much.

"Yes. And that's also why we believe you have a unique ability—something resulting from the interplay between your mutant and Olympian bloodlines."

He looked at me, gauging my reaction, but didn't seem concerned. I, however, couldn't help but marvel at the system's intricacies. A unique awakening derived from the interaction of my mutant and Olympian bloodlines was indeed an impressive concept.

Understanding my thoughts, the system seemed to want to provide an explanation.

Grasping the system's explanation, I nodded and focused on another point.

"So, what happened? Including why your divine energy and power are sealed? And who is this?"

In response, the other man decided to speak first.

"I am Ares, the god of war. And how did you know their divine powers were sealed?"

Hearing that he was the god of war explained the immense force he exuded, as well as the sense of danger and the unique frequency of energy radiating from him.

"I can see it," I replied.

When I spoke, my eyes glowed with a mix of blue, violet, and dark hues. A strong mental energy emanated from them. Feeling the uniqueness and power in my gaze, the god of war—my uncle—looked at me with great interest.

"And?"

"Well… it's a long story," my father sighed.

In response, I pulled out a bottle of soda, crossing my legs elegantly.

"I've got time."

"I have a brother—not only biological but someone I deeply care for. In legend, he is known as Pluto, the god of wealth. However, my brother… is no fan of Zeus and Hera, especially given their inactivity in recent centuries.

My brother has a strong desire to generate wealth and help others, which led him to frequently intervene in mortal affairs. In the end, he was stopped and punished by the King of Olympus. Due to his personality, he was sentenced to destruction. But I, along with my mother, intervened.

Because of her vow of obedience and other reasons, my mother couldn't do much. However, I managed to reduce his punishment. After completing a series of challenges set by Olympus, I mitigated his sentence, and my brother was instead divided and sealed into various parts scattered across the world and beyond.

As additional punishment for defying the almighty Zeus, my powers were sealed, rendering me an ordinary man. Following this, I harbored deep resentment toward my mother for failing to protect us. Much like when I was a child, I distanced myself from the world of gods and Olympus.

For years, I wandered, working various jobs, which eventually led to my role as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and meeting your mother."

During this time, I began to release some of my powers and focus on saving my brother. When you were born, I tried to live in peace. However, everything changed in Mexico. Unable to do the bare minimum to help my son and his goals, especially against threats like other gods, I realized it was time to act. I started unlocking my seals with the intention of saving my brother later."

"So, the way you got injured…?"

"It was one of those challenges. Similar to the tasks or labors of Hercules, I was given comparable trials. One of them was to defeat the mythological creature known as the Chimera. By defeating it alone, the magic sealing my power would automatically weaken." 

I nodded and turned to Ares. 

"And during the fight, did you sense the influence of the goddess Hera? Hmm, Uncle Ares?" 

Hearing her name, he seemed oddly pleased for some reason and responded.