Call Me MacGyver

Oh, wow! The fallen god couldn't be killed? How awesome was that! Forget monster hunter, Jupiter decided right then that he wanted to be a god. Boy, would his siblings be jealous then.

Wait, wait, wait. The fallen god couldn't be killed and he could roast buttheads with lightning? Okay, this guy was really, really cool. He was everything Jupiter wanted to be and then some. The boy was on the verge of commenting on the fallen god's awesomeness when Ashiel complimented him back. His expression brightened considerably and he couldn't help but puff his chest out. "You really think so? Hmm..." He thought about it for a second. King Jupiter. It had a nice ring to it. "Maybe I will."

His mouth opened in a little 'o' shape as Ashiel mentioned doing the ceremony right here in the forest. He glanced upwards reflexively in the hope of catching a glimpse of the heavens, but seeing none, his gaze quickly returned to Ashiel. "Oh, that would be awesome! So, what else can the fallen god do? Can you ask for other things besides wisdom?"

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”