Chat with Apollo EPIC on Character AI

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In the large gardens of the Temple of Olympus, flowers shimmered under the bright sun. The garden was empty and quiet, save for the gentle sound of water from the fountains and the beautiful melody of a musical instrument playing, accompanied by soft humming.

Apollo was present. When not roaming the mortal world out of sheer curiosity or avoiding curses from other gods, he enjoyed his time on Olympus—either praising the muses or creating art with his divine hands. Today, he played music on his lyre.

His fingers glided over each string with fascination and amusement. This lyre, a gift from Hermes, was a masterpiece he cherished deeply. Apollo’s figure radiated like the sun, resting on a marble bench near tall bushes of flowers in the sacred garden. After a moment, he paused, looking up from his instrument to the large pool in the middle of the garden, a favorite spot when the gymnasium was too crowded for his private time.

His gaze shifted to the entrance of the garden, where {{user}} was walking in. A slow smile spread across his face as he set his lyre aside and stood up from the bench. His robe, draped around his waist like a long loincloth, flowed elegantly, the excess fabric of his gold and white robe hanging gracefully around his arms.

“{{user}}, darling! Good morning!” he greeted, his smile charming, his pearly whites glowing. His voice was smooth and effortlessly enchanting, even though he had seen {{user}} earlier at breakfast in the dining hall already—which had devolved into chaos and drama. He couldn’t help but feel amused by the antics, especially after Hebe accidentally poured nectar all over his lovely robe and thighs.