3rd person POV
This is a story of a hero. A hero with a terrible fate. A cruel fate filled with pain beyond comprehension, endless betrayal, eternal suffering, and more. Endless torture.
Many years ago, a prophecy was told. It spoke of a child of the Big Three will bear the pain and suffering of others and itself. The brothers, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, tried to prevent the prophecy from occurring but alas, they each had a child.
When the babies were born, a white light appeared above one of the baby's head. Once it disappeared all that remained was a mark that spelled the word pain.
That baby was Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon.
***PaGe BrEaK***
Sixteen years later*
The first phase was child abuse. That's right. Child. Abuse.
When Percy's mother married Gabe Ugliano, the pain started. During the time his mother, Sally, was at work, Gabe took it as an opportunity to get a free slave.
Percy was only four. That meant Gabe could let Percy live on the street and beg for money. When he came back, all the money went to his stepfather's poker games and alcohol.
Sally tried to stop Gabe from doing that to her only son, but soon the power of the curse took over Sally and she too, abused Percy.
Percy, even though he was young and innocent to understand much, still loved his mother no matter what. He tried to snap his mother out of it for eight years. Good news: he managed to get his mother back. Bad news: that was the day she was murdered.
Gabe and Sally, Percy's only family, was murdered. And he was devastated. Sure, he absolutely hated being abuse, I mean who wouldn't? But still, he'd rather be beating by his parents then have no parents at all.
Poseidon felt bad for his son, so he led Percy to Camp Half Blood. There, Percy felt happiness and love. He found his true love and his true friends. Four years later he proposed to his true love and settled down. Yes, he was sixteen at the time. But he knew he doesn't have much time for happiness due to his curse. So he wanted to make the best of it.
Three years later, he has a daughter, Kara, and a son, Marcus. At that moment, his life was perfect. He had to wonderful children, and a loving wife of three years, Annabeth Chase. Oh, how his happiness was short lived.
His family was murdered, and he was to blame for.
"But I didn't do it! I loved my family!" he yelled to the Olympians.
"But Mr. Jackson, the evidence was in your cabin. There was the knife that was used to kill your family," Zeus stated.
"I swear on the Styx that I didn't murder them!" he roared. Thunder boomed in the distance, signifying that he was telling the truth, but the Olympians didn't hear. Or cared.
"Let's have a vote. All who wish for Perseus Jackson to go to Tartarus, raise your hand," Zeus' voice boomed.
To Percy's horror, almost everyone had their hands up. Everyone except Thalia, Nico, Hestia, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, Hades, Rachel, the Stolls brothers, Grover, Juniper, and Katie. Even his father voted for him to go to Tartarus.
"It is settled then; Perseus Jackson will be sent to Tartarus for eternity!" Zeus yelled.
"One day, I will return. And when I return, you will be sorry you ever did this to me," Percy said, his voice thick with pain and betrayal.
Poseidon, who was trying to earn points from his son, said "Zeus don't you thi-"
"Shut the fuck up, dad." Percy spat. "Even you voted for me to go to Tartarus."
"Ares, take him down to his punishment," Zeus said.
Ares came over and was about to grab Percy's arm, when he kicked Ares in the stomach, and reached for Riptide. Percy just swung his sword and kept hitting Ares until the floor was covered in ichor.
"I'll take him myself. Apollo, heal your brother!" Zeus spat.
"No, father. I won't heal him," Apollo said.
"I'll deal with you later," Zeus spat.
With lightning speed, no pun intended, he grabbed Percy's arm and traveled to the Underworld.