Chapter 3 - Apollo
Apollo loved deeply and earnestly. He loved so wholeheartedly but so very rarely. The vast majority of Apollo's lovers meant little to him, there was no real love between them. Infact, Apollo typically had to stop his beloved little brother, Hermes, from going on a warpath after he'd witnessed how Apollo's lovers tended to treat him and his oh-so fragile heart.
It was true that Apollo had dozens of demigod children. And despite what Artemis said, there was nothing wrong with this - he had no wife or spouse, there was no long term lover that he was slowly killing with his infidelity. And he kept as involved with his children as he was allowed...which wasn't very involved thanks to Zeus' infernal laws.
Everyone knew that Zeus only created the Ancient Laws to give himself an excuse for never having to care about his mortal spawn, and to keep Hera happy as she didn't have to worry about Zeus replacing their 'perfect family' with Ares with a mortal woman and their cretin.
But Zeus's Ancient Laws had greatly impacted those that actually cared. In these modern times, Apollo made sure to interact with his children as their paediatrician. There was very little interaction with his children's mortal parents, once was often enough for Apollo.
But nevertheless, Apollo had once loved a mortal so entirely that he had brought about the end to civilisation as it was known at the time. He had wrought a plague so horrific and violent that it had eradicated so many of the descendants of the Greek Pantheon that a power vacuum
had been left behind.
Apollo's greatest love and deepest tragedy....his beloved Hyacinthus. Apollo had tried, to no avail, to hunt down the bastard West Wind, Zephyrus and end his immortal life. And he was stopped every time.
Apollo knew it wouldn't be long though. Not long until he finally had his revenge and hopefully not long until
he had sweet Hyacinthus with him once more.