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Abandoned in the Pit

Chapter One

Why?

Because you're worthless. Useless. Nobody. Weak. Pathetic.

Why are you leaving me?

Because, she wants glory. She wants fame. She's an ambitious bitch.

How will the gods react?

They will celebrate. She will call you a traitor. She will ruin your name. She will ruin you.

These were the last thought going through Perseus Achilles Jackson's head as he watched his girlfriend abandon him in Tartarus with a smug smile, before he was suddenly hit on the back on his head, making him black out.

(Line Break)

With Annabeth…

I can't believe it, she thought. I finally got rid of him. How am I going to play this out, though? I can't let him look like a hero who risked his own freedom for me to escape. That'd just do the opposite of what I want. So what do I do? She continued to ponder these thoughts furiously as she waited the twelve minutes required to get through the Doors of Death. Death, she mused. I escaped through Death's own, personal doors, and there is nothing he can do about it. How ironic. I've escaped Death's clutches by using his own doors against him. I can't believe I made it. These thoughts continued to fly through her mind as she pondered on how to play her abandoning Percy to her advantage. After seven minutes of thinking, ten minutes total in the elevator, she snapped her fingers. I'll just say that he was a traitor. That, once we got to the Doors of Death, he joined the monster army and I only escaped thanks to Bob. I'll also mentioned that he broke my heart. Yes, that'll get all the pity of the goddesses. The sheer idea of him betraying them will make the gods join my side. But what of the demigods? Would they follow me? Maybe I should just tell them that he told me he was going to lead a monster army to destroy Camp Half-Blood, that'll definitely make them hate him. All of a sudden, she heard a ding and a creepy voice that she guessed was Death's say, "Thank you for choosing Death's Doors. Have a nice afterlife."

As the doors opened, she did her best to look devastated, getting prepared for her big speech that would turn the Olympians and their children against him.

The first thing that came out of her mouth as she came out of the elevator, feigning misery, was, "P-P-Percy b-betrayed u-u-us…"

(Line Break)

With Percy…

Percy groaned as he rubbed his throbbing head. What happened? He thought, confused. After a couple painful moments of thinking, he doubled over in misery, remembering just what his Wise Girl had done to him. No. Not my Wise Girl. My Wise Girl never would have done such a thing...

Just as his thoughts were about to continued onward, he heard somebody clear their throat. He looked up emotionlessly into the swirling purple vortexes, known as eyes, of Tartarus, the Primordial of the Pit, the Spirit of the Abyss, etc…

"Yes?" he questioned, not caring about anything anymore, his every emotion having been shattered by Annabeth's betrayal.

Tartarus looked at him incredulously for a few seconds before grinning, "Hello, Perseus. I'm sure you know who I am."

"Captain Morgan?" he asked sarcastically, making the Primordial roll his eyes.

"Yes, Perseus, I am Captain Morgan," he responded, equally sarcastic.

"Cool. What do you want Tartarus? Going to torture me? Burn me alive? Rub the betrayal in my face?" he whispered coldly.

Tartarus immediately dropped his act and put on an expression exactly like Percy's: emotionless.

"You see, Perseus," he began, "it may not seem like it, but I'm fading. Fast. And I need to pick somebody to take my place before those foolish Olympians attempt to take over my domain."

"Seriously?" Percy asked incredulously.

"No, but I have an offer for you."

"What offer would that be?" Percy inquired, oblivious as ever.

The Primordial sighed in exasperation, "What I'm trying to say, Perseus, is this: how would you like to become my son and heir? And before you say that you're already Poseidon's son, let me tell you something.

"When your dear friend, Annabeth, returned to the realm of the living, she immediately accused you of betrayal. So you see, after some convincing on her part, the Olympians believed her, effectively branding you as a traitor of Olympus. The punishment for such a crime, since they couldn't get to you here, is," he grimaced at this part, "death to the traitor's family…"

Percy listened quietly as he absorbed all the new information. Upon realizing just what Tartarus was implicating, his eyes grew wide.

"Yes, I see you understand now, Perseus," he said warmly, something Percy had never expected from the Primordial of the Pit. "Your dear Olympian friends and family have killed your mother, stepfather, and new-born half-sister."

"What?" Percy croaked, showing his first sign of any true emotions since he woke up. "T-they killed my family? But they didn't do anything! How could they possibly kill an innocent child?!" He grew more and more infuriated as he continued talking, until he eventually began regaining feeling in his body, taking into his system all of the hardships he had suffered in Tartarus.

Tartarus nodded, understanding Percy's anger. Not even he, Tartarus, the Primordial of the Pit, the Spirit of the Abyss, would kill an innocent child. While he might have been known for being a sadistic bastard, something he confesses to wholeheartedly, he would never harm an innocent child. To all Primordials, children are precious. That's why not even Gaia had harmed a child. Sure, she has caused a fair amount of suffering to some children, but she'd never kill one. Unfortunately, these morals were lost to the Titans, who ruled ruthlessly and harmed whoever they wanted to just for their own amusement.

"W-who," Percy began, "w-who was it that killed them?"

Tartarus looked him in the eye, face grim. "Poseidon."

The last bits of Percy's emotionless mask crumbled into nothingness upon hearing that his own father had killed his family. After a few minutes of mourning he calmed down, mentally cursing his father. No, he thought, Poseidon is no father of mine.

He then stared the ancient Primordial in the eye and said two words that would effectively change the rest of his life, "I accept."

(Line Break)

Five years later…

"Perseus," Tartarus rumbled.

Percy looked away from the powerful monsters he was sparring against. "Yes, father?"

Ever since those two words on that fateful day, Tartarus had become more of a father to Percy than Poseidon ever was. He had learned early in his years with Tartarus that the Ancient Laws didn't even exist. That they were just set up by the Olympians so they would have a viable excuse for ignoring their children. This disgusted him. As time moved on, he learned even more disturbing secrets about the Olympians, secrets, that disgusted even the most sadistic of the Primordials, who were actually quite… err, friendly-ish.

As he trained to be his father's heir, he had met his father's siblings many times. He still remember the first time he met his father's brother, Chronos…

*Flashback, 4 years prior…*

He was wandering through his father's, Tartarus', palace when he accidentally walked into the Throne Room to find Tartarus and the Primordial of Time talking. He listened in to their conversation which seemed to consist of mostly inconsequential things, until he heard his name.

"I was wondering if you would give my son your blessing as well as teach him how to use it, and also, possibly, make him your champion," his father said.

"Oh?" the other being said. "And why is that, Tartarus? And why should I do that?"

Tartarus sighed, preparing to go into a long monologue, when the other Primordial interrupted, unknowingly saving both him and Percy from undue torture. Percy had often managed if his father's long rants and monologues were torture techniques. Because, if they weren't, they needed to be.

"Fine, fine! Just don't start with one of your long monologues!" the Primordial of Time begged.

Tartarus frowned, but seemed satisfied enough, "Thank you, Chronos. You ha―"

He was cut off by Percy letting out a not-so-quiet-as-he-would-have-liked gasp, turning the two ancient beings attention to him. He pretended to look around and act clueless, but he knew they saw right through his innocent act. So, he looked them in their eyes, shrugged sheepishly, and said the first thing that came to mind.

"'Sup?"

*Flashback End*

The next of his father's siblings that he had met was Nyx, who Percy freaked out upon seeing, having come to the conclusion that she was going to try and use him as a sacrifice… again.

*Flashback, 4 years ago… again*

Percy was, once again, wandering through the halls of his father's palace when he accidentally, he swears it was an accident, walked into the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She had long black hair and sparkling black eyes that shined like the brightest of stars on the darkest of nights. She wore a black, silk dress that stopped mid-thigh and showed off plenty of cleavage. Needless to say, Percy was mesmerized. That is, until he heard her clear her throat, which made him snap out of his fantasies.

He looked at her face and began speaking, "Ye― AH, NYX!"

By the end of his second word, he was already sprinting through the halls, trying to find a safe place to hide from the Primordial of Night. What he didn't realize, though, is that she can be anywhere there is darkness, and Tartarus' palace was plenty dark. After a few minutes of running, he looked back and felt a wave of relief pass over him as he didn't see the crazy goddess.

That is, until he literally ran into her. As he stood up, he cowered back and began begging for mercy. "U-uh, Lady Nyx. U-um, how nice to see you, again. You look really go― PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"

What he didn't see was Nyx's eyes, which were sparkling with amusement at his behavior. After a while of him sputtering out nonsense, she got annoyed and waved her hand, causing some nearby shadows to wrap around his mouth, taking away his ability to speak.

"Alright, first off," she began, "that threat to sacrifice you last year was not real. Well, it was real, but I knew my dear brother, Tartarus, had plans for you, so I would have let you go. I just wanted to give you a good scare. Secondly, I'd appreciate it if you didn't stare at my cleavage," she snapped at him once she noticed his eyes were on her chest. He snapped his eyes up with a sheepish look on his face and waited for her to continue, "Thirdly, I came here to make you my champion, as I heard my brother, Chronos, did."

"U-uh, out of curiosity, Lady Nyx, why do you want me to be your champion?" Percy asked after Nyx had the shadows remove themselves from his face.

"Because, I heard that you're planning on joining my sister, Gaia, after you finish your training so you could get your revenge. Well, Tartarus didn't exactly say you were going to, but he did say that he would give you that option," she clarified.

Percy stayed quiet for a few minutes, contemplating her offer and his father's offer that would apparently come sometime in the near future. He nodded his head and said two words that had already changed his life, "I accept."

*Flashback End*

He smiled as he remembered his life after that meeting. Nyx started to treat him like he was another of her children, meaning, with a lot of care. He also met plenty of her children, who, upon hearing that Percy was their mother's champion, were more than happy to welcome him with open arms.

Then, there was also the time he was introduced to his father's closest brother, who Percy was the fondest of out of his father's brothers, Erebus…

*Flashback, 3 years ago…*

"I hear you are my wife's champion," Percy heard a voice say.

He snapped his head around and bowed, "Lord Erebus." He then continued, "Yes, my Lord, I am."

The Primordial of Darkness grinned at him, surprising Percy beyond belief, "Sweet. That means you can also be my champion. Damn oaths," he muttered under his breath.

*Flashback End*

Not the most eventful of meetings, but it still established a bond between the two that continued to grow. As time went on, Percy learned that Erebus was the immature one out of the children of Chaos. This immaturity and the Primordial's stubborn refusal to grow up brought Percy and the Primordial of Darkness close.

Then, there was the meeting that still makes him shiver. His meeting with Gaia…

*Flashback, 2 years ago…*

"Perseus," his father boomed with Hellfire coming out of his eyes, making Percy grin at his father's antics. If there was a competition for most dramatic god, his father would beat Zeus by a landslide.

"Yes, father?" he responded.

"It has recently come to my attention that my dear sister, Nyx, told you of my offer for you. So, I figured that, since you've had two years to ponder it, I'd ask you now." He looked his son in the eyes, "Would you like Gaia when she attempts to rise again?"

"Wait, wait, wait. Didn't she just try to rise?"

"She put a halt to her attempt once she heard you stayed in Tartarus. And, I forgot to tell you, hah, a year here is actually 200 years in the mortal world. So, it's technically been 600 years since she stopped her attempt," Tartarus rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

Percy just stared at him mouth agape, eyes wide. After a few minutes of that, he regained his bearings and thought his father's question over. It took him literally two milliseconds before he came to a decision. "Sure," he replied.

"Good, in that case, I am going to take you to the cavern here in Tartarus that Gaia rests. And, before you ask, she is still asleep, but in this cavern, she can possess an earthen golem when she wants. She, as my brothers and sister, is willing to make you her champion. She, my brothers, Nyx, and I all believe that with you fully trained with all of our blessings, you would be able to lead the Giants and Titans, who, by the way, are joining Gaia in her next attempt to rise, to victory."

"So," Percy began, "what you're saying is that you are going to take me to Gaia, have her make me her champion, and let her train me. Correct?"

Tartarus looked thoughtful for a moment, before responding, "Yup."

"Ok."

*Flashback End*

Ok, so, maybe it wasn't quite his meeting with Gaia, but you shouldn't expect him to have to relive that horrid memory again.

So here Percy was, walking through his father's palace to the Throne Room, where he was going to be briefed on the plans for Gaia's rise.

(Line Break)

Percy sat bored as he listened to his father, two uncles, and aunt tell him their plan for raising his other aunt, Gaia. After a while, when the Primordials began arguing with each other every few seconds, he completely tuned them out. But that changed about a half hour later.

"Perseus!" Tartarus said directly into Percy's ear, causing him to snap his head to his father.

"Yes?"

"We have all pitched in and had a gift for you made. Be extremely careful with it, though, because it is very dangerous," he snapped his fingers. In his hand appeared a beautiful, blood red blade, with wisps of what looked to be shadows appear, in it. Along the edges of the blade was a deep black and purple fire that Percy immediately identified as Hellfire. On the hilt of the sword, he saw the words 'Μανία της κόλασης' written in Ancient Greek. Hell's Fury, he thought to himself. He was brought out of his thoughts by his father clearing his throat. He began telling his son about the sword, "This sword was forged in Hellfire, here, in my palace. It is made from a combinations of the rarest metals in existence: Adamantine and Void Metal, which I obtained from my father, who sends his regards and apologizes that he hasn't been able to meet you. The sword is unbreakable and was blessed by the guardians of the Five Rivers of the Underworld, giving the blade multiple characteristics. From the Phlegethon, it was blessed so it would heal you gradually as long as you are in possession of it. From the Lethe, it was blessed to give you the memories of all of the greatest heroes to ever live, along with their skills, which means that your swordsmanship will be far better than it once was. From the Styx, it was blessed to have properties similar to those of Stygian Iron, primarily the ability to siphon souls. From the Acheron, it was blessed to cause immense pain with the tiniest cut, pain that is far worse than what you felt when you were scratched by Kronos' Scythe. And, from the Cocytus, it was blessed to cause any who attempted to wield it other than you and me all the misery that has ever been felt, which, might I add, is a lot. I, then, personally blessed to always have Hellfire running along the ends, making it extremely deadly, and, at the same time, forgive my language, fucking awesome. Erebus, here, decided to bless it, giving the wielder complete and utter control of all things shadow, unless it's being used against him or his wife, of course. Nyx blessed it so you could turn into a hellhound, which, as I'm sure you know, are her children. Chronos blessed it so the wielder's control over time is amplified significantly. Gaia, too, blessed it. I forgot to mention that. She blessed it so the sword would make the wielder's skin as hard as rock."

Percy carefully reached forward and grabbed the hilt of his new sword, all the while trying to find the right words to express his gratitude. As he was about to finally speak, Nyx waved her hand. "Don't thank us, Percy. Just make sure you try your hardest in the war."

Percy nodded, not trusting himself to speak properly.

"Alright, Percy," Erebus spoke, "time for you to go open the Doors of Death, as planned. Death has already informed us of where the Doors are, which is all he can do without fading due to an oath he made to Hades on Chaos to be completely impartial in his duties. They are currently, well, right outside the palace, actually. So, good luck!"

The next thing Percy knew, he was standing at the front of an army of monsters, Giants, and Titans. Everybody looked at him expectantly, causing him to sigh. He raised his new sword and pointed it at the Doors of Death before saying the chant he was told he had to say. "Από το θάνατο στη ζωή, και τη ζωή στο θάνατο, εγώ διατάζω αυτές τις πόρτες για να μου δώσει πρόσβαση σε αυτό που είναι δικαιωματικά δικό μου! Εκδίκηση!" (From Death to Life, and Life to Death, I command these doors to give me access to what is rightfully mine! Revenge!).

Immediately upon the conclusion of his chant, the Doors slowly creaked open, revealing an elevator that Percy knew only too well. His anger rising at the memories, he quickly shouted to the army, "Chain those doors, now! The rest of you, get prepared for war!"

His exclamation was met with the roaring crowd of monster's response. Within minutes of his orders, the chains were set, binding the Doors of Death once again. He stepped forward with all of the Giants and Titans, and strode through the Doors. Before he gave the 'go ahead' to the monsters that were sending him up, he asked his allies something. "Have the monsters on the other side finished chaining the Doors?"

Porphyrion looked down at him, "Yes, they successfully chained the Doors. Now let us go and destroy Olympus!"

"Stick to the plan," Percy muttered as he gave the 'go ahead' signal to the monsters. The doors slowly creaked closed, leaving Percy, the Titans, and the Giants, in an awkward silence. They stood in that awkward silence for twelve long, agonizing minutes, until they heard the 'Ding!'

"Finally!" Percy exclaimed, getting nods of agreement from his compatriots.

Once they were all off, he turned around and looked at the Titans and Giants. "You all know what to do, correct?" Upon receiving nods, he turned around and shadow traveled to the place where he planned on officially starting the war: Camp Half-Blood.