Billy Batson was confused when he woke up. The last thing he clearly recalled was Black Adam holding him in front of the lightening and forcing him to change back into his mortal form. He vaguely remembered pain that he thought was from Adam's fist and then a black vortex like thing that he was thrown into.

Now, as he came back to awareness, he found himself lying on something hard and cold, the air was warm and perfumed and he felt relaxed which set his danger alarms off. He turned his head and froze. There was a blond, with wings, about his mortal form age, watching him with a curious look on his face.

"Uh, hi," Billy told him.

"Hi," the blond spoke, "I'm Bliss. Can I keep you?"

"Huh?" He asked.

"Well, you're on my altar and normally what's on my altar is mine but since you're not shiny or edible I thought I should ask if I could keep you."

"Greece or Rome?" Billy asked after a moment of thought.

"Greece," the blond told him, "You're in the temple of Aphrodite, Corinth."

"Black Adam so owes me for this," Billy muttered, "Ow."

"Who?" the blond asked.

"Kehm or Teth Adam," Billy told him, "Has he been banished yet? Mentor told me Ares did it before he returned to his home in Greece."

"Since Grandpa has been here longer than I've been alive, I think it's a safe bet that yeah, he's gone."

"Good," Billy told him, "My name's Billy. What now?"

"Hmm, I know," bliss exclaimed, "You can come to Mt Olympus with me."

"What if they don't think I'm worthy?"

"Some of them aren't worthy," Bliss told him, "No one will say a thing."

"Okay," Billy sighed, "How do we get . . . What the Hell?"

With a sigh, the blond groaned.

"Sounds like Uncle Herc is on another one of his temple trashing kicks," Bliss sighed, "Even Zeus is fed us with . . ."

"Oh, Fuck that," Billy told him getting up, "Shazam!"

"Dude," Bliss exclaimed as he took off. The young Love God watched as his blond uncle was felled by one punch from the cute mortal boy turned into something really heroic and pinned to the wall by one of the large hands.

"By what right do you 'dare' to do this, little man?" the man who was Billy spoke in a voice like soft thunder.

"Bliss?" Hercules spoke, "Who is this man? Where did he come from?"

"No idea, I found him on my altar," Bliss spoke, 'But hes got a point. What bit you on the ass this time?"

"Your other blond uncle acting like slu-urk . . ."

"Watch your tongue about your family, cur," the man growled, "Lest I remove it for you. At least you 'have' a family."

"He is though," Hercules spoke.

"He's lonely you jackass," Bliss growled, "And besides, whores work for grandma Dite, if you think that about Uncle Pol what do you think about her?"

"She's a nice girl who needs to see the Way, the Light and Tru- You're choking me," Hercules gagged.

"Hurts when it's you on the receiving end of this, doesn't it?" the man spoke in a voice like thunder, "No wonder using this gift always makes my skin crawl if this is the kind of rabid jackass you are. Be glad my wisdom is more powerful than your bastard rages."

He flung the hero to the ground and walked away, then, over ot where Bliss was waiting.

"Let's just go, please?" Bliss asked, wrapping his arm around the man's waist, "You're mean Uncle Herc. I don't know why Curly hangs out with you."

"Hope springing eternal," the man told him, "Shazam!"

Bliss grinned as the man turned back into his new very favorite mortal, and flashed them both away from the irate hero.

"now you've got to come," he said just as they teleported, "Dad, Dad Strife, Grandpa and everyone else are just going to love you for that."