Tet observed Thalia's progress in Skyrim,watching her carefully from his realm with a satisfied smirk curling across his lips. Seeing that she was handling herself well enough, he leaned back in his seat, stretched lazily, and decided it was time to leave. With a soft sigh, he murmured to himself, "Alright… time to find some new entertainment." A faint mischievous glint sparked in his eyes as a grin slowly spread across his face. There were still a few gods he hadn't pranked yet, and the thought alone made him chuckle under his breath.
With that, Tet snapped his fingers, and in an instant, he teleported from his realm to Poseidon's grand undersea palace. Shimmering coral walls stretched endlessly, fish darted around, and the muffled sounds of the ocean filled the air. He grinned to himself, keeping low as he stealthily snuck through the watery halls like a predator hunting its prey. Finally, he reached Poseidon's game room — the one place the sea god guarded most jealously. Tet's mischievous smirk widened as he whispered, "Oh, this is going to be perfect."
With a flick of his wrist, he replaced the entire game room with a cartoonish choir from The Little Mermaid, magically trapping them in an endless loop of "Under the Sea." The lively, high-pitched singing immediately filled the palace halls. As a final touch, Tet conjured a glowing marker and, grinning devilishly, scrawled "Zeus Was Here" in huge, bold letters above the game room door.
"Flawless," Tet whispered proudly, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Then, without wasting another moment, he vanished in a flash of light.
His next stop: Camp Half-Blood. Tet strolled through the peaceful grounds with an innocent smile, but his gaze locked on Dionysus, who was still slumped in his chair, dead asleep. "Oh, this is too easy," Tet muttered, barely suppressing a laugh. Keeping with his musical theme, he conjured a magical construct — a holographic Rick Astley — who immediately began singing "Never Gonna Give You Up" on an endless loop. The lyrics blared softly yet persistently, ensuring Dionysus wouldn't know peace anytime soon.
Tet's laughter echoed quietly as he vanished again, this time appearing deep in the underworld. The heavy air was thick with the stench of decay, and distant screams echoed through the cavernous halls. Tet's grin only widened. He snapped his fingers, and instantly, every skeleton in sight jerked upright and began dancing chaotically — clacking bones, twirling skulls, and spinning around in eerie synchronization. Not done yet, Tet conjured an enormous banner that unfurled across the obsidian walls, glowing brightly with the words: "Osiris Was Here" in bold golden letters.
"Perfect," Tet said with satisfaction, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeves. "I think that's enough for now… maybe." He paused thoughtfully, tapping his chin, then shrugged with a smug grin. "Eh, I'll figure out something else to do today."
As he was leaving the underworld, Tet decided to tour the States to kill some time. His first stop was Las Vegas, where the neon lights glimmered like stars against the desert night. He made his way into the infamous Lotus Hotel and Casino, blending in with the crowd as he wandered the vibrant halls. After a while, he spotted two familiar faces — Nico and Bianca di Angelo — seated together at a table. Tet smirked. "Well, well, what do we have here?"
Making sure Bianca wasn't looking, Tet crouched beside Nico and discreetly handed him a sleek, glowing key etched with intricate runes — the key to Darksiders 2. Nico's eyes widened in confusion, curiosity flashing in his gaze. Tet leaned closer and explained in a low, conspiratorial tone what the key was and what it could do.
"So," Nico whispered, gripping the key tightly, "if I beat the game… I'll become super strong?"
Tet's grin widened as he gave a small nod. "Yep. And when you're done, you can come work for me later. But you have to beat it, got it?"
Nico nodded enthusiastically, his expression burning with determination. "Yeah, I got it! But… what about Bianca?"
Tet leaned back, his smile softening slightly. "Don't worry about her. I've got a different game lined up for her later. You just focus on having fun, alright?"
Nico gave a sharp nod. "Okay. Later, Tet!"
"Later, kid," Tet replied with a playful wave before vanishing once more.
After leaving Vegas, Tet continued his little tour of the States, hopping from city to city, enjoying the sights, and causing minor chaos wherever he pleased. Eventually, he found himself seated at a cozy little restaurant in Louisiana, enjoying a surprisingly good meal when a familiar voice suddenly chimed in.
Hestia appeared, her expression equal parts amused and exasperated as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Tet… what did you do?"
Tet looked up from his plate, feigning innocence with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "I may have pulled a few more pranks on your family members."
Hestia sighed deeply, sitting down across from him as she rubbed her temples in frustration. "I know you did. Hades is currently tearing apart the entire underworld looking for Osiris. Poseidon is screaming at Zeus, demanding he put his game room back. And Dionysus…" — she pinched the bridge of her nose — "…Dionysus looks like he hasn't slept in days. He's drinking coffee, Tet. Coffee. And he's wandering around muttering the lyrics to 'Never Gonna Give You Up' like he's trapped in some kind of trance."
Tet tried — and failed — to stifle a laugh, leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. "What can I say? I was bored."
Hestia exhaled slowly, giving him a long, knowing look. "Next time you're bored, come see me. I'll spend time with you. Just… no more pranks for a while, alright?"
Tet's smirk softened into a playful smile as he nodded. "Alright, alright… I'll chill out. But I'm holding you to that. Hanging out with you sounds way more fun anyway."
Hestia shook her head, though the corner of her lips curled upward in spite of herself. "You're impossible," she murmured, but there was a warmth in her tone that Tet didn't miss.
He simply leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head with a satisfied grin. "Impossible," he echoed softly, "but never boring."