You would think being the son of Hades would be a bad thing, but honestly, it was the best thing to happen to Hercules. No, not the Hercules like in the myths and that one movie, this was a different Hercules. This one was the son of Hades, whereas the one you are thinking of was son of Zeus. Our Hercules was never supposed to be born.
You see, after World War II, the Big Three- or as you know them; Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades- made an oath, that they would never have children with mortals ever again. Zeus was the first of the three to screw up, he had a daughter name Thalia who gave her life for her friends. A satyr named Grover and two demigods, Annabeth Chase and Luke Castellan. She had been pitied by her father and turned into a white pine tree, her soul protected the camp from any and all monsters that tried getting in. Poseidon slipped up a few years later, siring a boy named Percy Jackson. Percy would grow up to be a great hero, but this is before the time of Percy...
Hercules was taken from his mother by his father when he was born, Hades didn't want his brothers to find out he had slipped up. Think what you want about Hades, he may be a lot of things but he wasn't as evil as everyone thought. After the 1900s he had realized his tactics were foolish, childish even. He had made amends with his brothers but was still not allow up in Olympus until the Winter Solstice. The whole Persephone thing, that is a long story, but he cannot divorce her, under strict orders.
Anyway, Hercules never knew his mother. He was trained by the Army of the Dead under his father's orders, out of all the Hellhounds he found one that he really liked. He named him Phil, based off the satyr in the movie of Hercules. Hades never thought he would send his son to Camp Half-Blood, but then again, he never thought the monsters in Hades would turn against him...
It had been quiet in the realm of Hades, the death toll was quiet. Only about 50,000 people were coming in per hour. Hades was sitting in his throne room reading his favorite section of the newspaper... the obituary, when Hermes, the messenger of the gods appeared before him.
"Hades!" he exclaimed to his uncle. "How's it goin' buddy?"
Hades looked over his newspaper, giving Hermes the death glare, it wasn't really the death glare. That's just how he always looks.
"Hermes," he said in greeting. "What brings you to the Underworld, Nephew?"
"Ah, well, Zeus was just wondering why a Minotaur tried to kill his precious little girl."
Hades looked up in shock. "What?"
Hermes's face went from his regular cheeriness to a grave expression rarely seen on the God of Thieves' face.
"You mean you didn't know? Ohhh man. Zeus isn't going to be a happy camper."
Hercules ran in at that moment.
"Father there..." He stopped dead at the sight of Hermes.
"'Father?'" A sly grin spread across Hermes' face. "You have a son? Well maybe that will brighten Lord Zeus's mood, eh?"
Hades stood, a look of anger and hatred on his face. "Tell Zeus of my son and I swear upon the River Styx that I shall hunt you personally and throw you into Tartarus so you can get to know your dear grandfather!"
Hermes's face fell, he could see this was one thing he couldn't joke about. Everyone knew about the oath, even Hercules, and nobody knew how the brothers would react to a new niece or nephew. Hermes was about to apologize when the castle shook violently.
"What in my name," Hades said, grabbing his throne for balance.
"What I came to tell you Father," Hercules said, seeming to recover from the sight of an Olympian. "The Minotaur and undead soldiers are storming the castle!"
"WHAT?" Hades shouted.
"Well," Hermes said, dusting himself off. "I see you are having a small obedience problem, I'll just head back to Olympus..."
The door was blasted open and in stormed the Minotaur.
"Minotaur!" Hades snapped. "What the Hades are you doing? Must I remind you I am your master?"
The Minotaur ignored Hades and turned to Hercules, steam shooting from his nostrils. He pointed to hairy, gnarled finger at him.
You are who he wants, the monster's voice said in my head.
"Who wants me?" Hercules asked allowed, his father looking at him with a puzzled expression.
Kronos, the Minotaur said. The whole room seemed to get darker.
"K-Kronos?" Hercules muttered, the room got darker and colder.
"What did you say?" Hades asked, Hercules looked back at his father, bad idea.
The Minotaur took the opportunity to charge Hercules, but when Hercules flinched, his hand glowed, and a minotaur came from his hand. It charged the opposing bull man and slammed it into the wall. Hercules' minotaur lifted the Minotaur and threw him up, Hercules knew why. The Stalactites on the ceiling of the cavern were very sharp and to prove his point the Minotaur hit a ceiling spike and it protruded through its belly. The Minotaur would normally explode into dust but seeing as how they were already in the Underworld it just got stuck, living, in epic pain. Hercules's minotaur roared in triumph, when it turned to Hercules he saw a look of shock.
What? It asked as if a bullman twice the size of Hercules jumping from his hand is normal.
"Wh-what?" Hercules managed to sputter.
"Hercules, my boy," Hades said, eyes wide. I think its time to go where all godlings like you go..."
Hercules wasn't sure about going to the mortal world, he only went once, and that wasn't all the way on the other side of the country. When he got to the top of the elevator there was a man with a hat and crutches was waiting for me with a sign that said my name, like in the movies. Hercules walked up to him and said, "Hey, I'm Hercules."
The man looked him over and sighed. "Hello son of Hades, I am your Satyr guide, John."
"John?" Hercules asked, "What kind of name for a Satyr is 'John?'"
John the Satyr looked irritated. "Sorry we can't all have olden day names like Hercules." The goatman turned and walked out the door. Hercules followed him warily, thinking he didn't like John very much.
There was a limo waiting for him outside and John had gotten in the driver's seat.
Well that is rude, Hercules thought, in the movies the chauffeur held the door open for the passenger.
Hercules got in the long vehicle to find that there was someone in it. She was a middle aged women with bold black sunglasses and she was talking on a cell phone and she sounded worried, though she didn't look it.
"Adam, baby, come on," She said. "You need me, I got you started. I am the one who suggested you be put on SNL. No, no Adam. Dammit." she hung up the phone and looked up. "Hey kid, you must be the Prince of Darkness Jr." She stuck out her hand. "Name's Thalia, one of 9 Muses, current agent of..." she paused and looked at her phone. "Currently unemployed."
"Hercules," Hercules introduced himself.
"Nice to meet ya kid," Thalia the Muse said, without offering a hand to shake. "I wish I could stay but this is my stop." Her phone rang and she looked at it, a smile spread across her face, she opened it as she got out of the car. "Adam! Baby! I knew you would call me back..."
The door shut behind her and everything blurred when we stopped we were in a different city all together, he recognized the Empire State Building at once... but wait Camp Half-Blood wasn't in NYC...
"Sir," Hercules called up to John. "Where are we going?"
"The Gods wish to speak to you." He replied boredly.
Hercules's heart raced and his face grew white. The Gods were probably going to kill him for being alive. Hercules walked inside and up to the man at the counter. The man looked up from his magazine and look Hercules over.
"Off to the Lord Zeus, are we?" He asked, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small card and handed it to Hercules. "Stick that into the security slot and hit the button that appears."
Hercules took the card and walked over to the elevator, when it opened he stepped inside. He was alone so he slipped the card into the slot and a red button appeared at the top of the button list, it said "600." Hercules pressed it and elevator music started playing. At first Hercules didn't think the elevator was moving, it didn't feel like it was, but then there was a Ding! and the doors opened. What Hercules saw was so amazing and beautiful, his jaw dropped. The glowing city of Olympus...