Title: Kronos's Diary

Disclaimer: No, I don't own PJO.

Summary: Kronos, our favorite bad guy in PJO, keeps a diary. Now what could be in this diary? The inside mind of what we thought was a threatening villain.

Dear Diary,

My name is Kronos. Actually, sometimes I spell it Cronos, but I later changed it because Kronos looks more eviler!

My hobbies are being evil, planning world domination and destruction, manipulating my gullible grandkiddies, and annoying my siblings, the Titans.

My father was Uranus, and my mom was Earth. They're such selfish jerks. That's why I cut up Dad with a scythe and overthrew him. But then my little ninny of a son, Zeus, slashed me up with the same scythe and then overthrew me.

Right now, I'm chopped up into teeny, tiny pieces and thrown into the deepest pit in the Underworld. It sucks here. Recently, I've started talking to one of my more clueless descendants, a boy named Luke. Hopefully, he'll get me out. He's my strongest supporter right now.

Speaking of descendants, I'm trying to turn one towards my cause. His name is Percy Jackson. That's a stupid name. I can't imagine my stupid ocean son, Poseidon, naming his kid Percy. Percy. That's such a girly name! I gave cool names to my ungrateful children. Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hera, Hestia, and Demeter!

So anyways, I'm interested in Percy at the moment. It used to be that Thalia brat. I call her the Zeus brat, the same way I call Percy "the Poseidon brat."

My inferior brother, Atlas, gave this to me as a present. Though how he went and bought a diary and wrapped it with pink wrapping paper while holding the sky, I have no clue.

Whatever, I'm going to eat brownies now.

Dear Diary,

Being stuck in the realm of my third least favorite son is quite boring. There is nothing to do here, and my request for board games are always turned down.

Luke brought me news that the Poseidon brat has reached Camp Half Blood. Oh, yippee. I couldn't care less. As long as everything goes to plan, I'm happy.

Get this, the brat killed the Minotaur! Ha! Luke brought me a picture of him. Like any of my grandkids, he looks ugly, wimpy, and short. Hard to imagine him killing the Minotaur. Luke said it was a fluke. I think he's right.

Hades, stupid kid, says, "No more conspiring against Olympians, or no brownies!" NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love brownies. But if I must go without them, I will. I will have my revenge upon you!

Dear Diary,

This evil morning, I got out my evil toothpaste and evil toothbrush, which I named Evil Hygiene. While I was evilly brushing my teeth, my once good but now evil descendant, Luke, gave me the news that he prepared the evil hellhound attack in an evil game of capture the evil flag.

"Muwahahahahahahahahah! My evil plan for an evil world begins evilly anew!" I told Evil Hygiene.

Afterwards, I was in such a good mood, I baked evil cookies.

Dear Diary,

My plan is going smoothly. That Poseidon brat has gone a quest with two other irrelevant people, a daughter of Athena named Annabeth, and a satyr named Grover. That Luke better not mess up my plan!

When I laugh evilly, Hades tells me to shut up. Ungrateful son.

I will do a victory dance instead. Soon, Poseidon Brat will come into my pit and I will brainwash him into my zombie slave!

MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Oops. Hades is telling me to shut up now.