Summary: Poseidon had a daughter instead of a son. How does that change Fate? fem!Percy, femslash, Pertemia. One of a kind pairing.
Warning: Noncon with a child, eventual fem!Pertemia, femslash, slash, swearing.
Fair warning: I may get gritty, but I still don't own PJatO.
If I owned the gods, there would be some seriously fucked up shit running around on Earth. And far fewer people in general...
Let me tell you a story. A story about Poseidon's first demigod daughter. A story about love of an odd sort.
A tale of how a shattered, reborn goddess changed the world.
Turn your eyes towards these pages, and see the tale of Persephone Alexia Jackson, daughter of Poseidon.
What you read will not always be pretty. In fact, you may be sick a few times.
But this is her life, as Ananke and the Moirai ordained.
Let me tell you her tale.
Persephone Alexia Jackson was a kind, sweet, and compassionate young little girl. Despite being only eight, she knew what she wanted to do. Young Alexia wanted to save the world from itself.
Ironically, she was fated to do just that.
But life was not easy for her. Her mother, the kindest mortal woman on Earth, was married to the cruelest mortal man the world could offer.
Alexia hated him. She despised all the things he represented, and swore she would make sure he would burn in whatever hell existed.
She was only nine when the worst day of her life came to pass.
Alexia had suffered more than any child should ever suffer that day.
She had come home, only to find her stepfather drunk, and blood smeared over the apartment they lived in. Her mother was laying on the floor, cut up with her neck and spine twisted at a sickening angle.
His fat, greasy hands had grabbed her the second she stepped in the door, and threw her to the floor.
The drunk, abusive, murdering asshole raped her that day.
Alexia was scared, and hurting. And then, things began to happen. Hands of earth and blood rose into the apartment, and grasped Gabriel Ugliano. In that moment, Alexia ripped him apart with those hands.
His skull was held in place while a blood hand reached into his body, and grasped his spine, before ripping it out. Another hand reached into his ribs and squeezed his hard, before spreading stone and magma to envelop and fill his lungs.
Then, the small hands of Alexia dug into his eye sockets, and pulled them out, before magma replaced them. His legs and arms were torn off and replaced by sharp, stone spikes. Another spike suddenly impaled him, and killed him.
All of this happened in a span of fifteen seconds.
Then Alexia ran, caked in unspeakable things and blood.
The minute her feet touched the grass outside, dirt sprung up to cover her body, and led her to the nearby forest.
There, she was found by a pair of wood nymphs, who decided to take her in.
Alexia spent the next six years living as royalty in a forest in Maine. While nobody bowed to her anymore (as she commanded all of nature, and so told them to stop), she was still showered with lavish gifts from all kinds of nature spirits.
A bow made of the finest branch of an old pine tree was her favorite. The pine tree was made by Zeus to contain his only demigod daughter, and Alexia had allowed her to come out of the tree at night in return. But by day, she had to return, or the spell would end. She and the girl were friends, but lately the girl had managed to vanish.
The bow was enchanted to fire lightning arrows that could either chain or split on command, and was Alexia's weapon of choice. She wielded a pair of bronze hunting knives as a secondary weapon.
Alexia was regal in her appearance. She wore a hellhound pelt styled as a Huntress' uniform, but was black, and covered in bronze dragon scales from an Aethiopian Drakon. Her bow was always over her shoulder, and her knives were on her thighs. Her shoulder-length hair was a very deep brown, and her eyes a deep forest green that seemed to churn like the sea, while her skin was a tanned olive color, as if she were a surfer.
A bright green nature spirit entered her earthen cave, and Alexia smiled at her.
"Milady, several demigods and Lady Artemis and her Hunters are approaching a nearby clearing. What do we do, my queen," the nymph said. Alexia's smile fell slightly, and her eyes hardened.
"I will greet them. If any of them attack me, or if I do not return by daybreak on the morrow, assume I am gone," she said. Alexia stood, and looked about her cave before she took the spirit's hand.
"You have served me well, Agathe," she said as she gently leaned in and kissed her handmaiden.
The spirit smiled and touched her queen's cheeks.
"Return soon, Milady," Agathe the nature spirit said, still smiling.
Alexia and she were close, and did love one another. But the Greeks had many words for love. Alexia was not in love with Agathe, nor vice versa. They were closer than some friends, but both knew the extent of their feelings, and the kiss they had just shared was one of comfort.
An 'I will return' kiss.
As the earth reached up to envelop her queen, Agathe realized she was envious of the woman who could steal her queen's heart.
Alexia arrived in time to see the Manticore begin firing his poisonous spikes at a male demigod. Two more were approaching fast, and two others were hiding a ways away.
The earth rose at her command and stopped the spikes, but enveloped the boy as a dome.
"There shall be no violence within my domain, Manticore," she said. Her tone brooked no argument, and was laced with her power as the Queen of Nature.
The Manticore stammered as he saw her, paling rapidly.
"I-I'm s-so-sorry! M-my mas-master g-gave me a j-job to d-do, an-and I had to do it! This demigod attacked me first," he said. Alexia smiled at him.
"As you are alive, Thorn, it seems like he is either a horrible demigod, or you're lying." Thorn was still stammering when a horn resounded and the other two demigods arrived.
They charged the Manticore, but Alexia sunk their feet into the Earth. The girls had brought a Satyr, who was looking in awe at Alexia. Alexia smiled and sighed gently.
"Stop staring. I know good and well that you are aware of who I am, Satyr. What is your name," Alexis said. The Satyr tried to bow but Alexia commanded the earth to stop him from bowing. Girls in silver began to appear, with their bows drawn and arrows notched.
"Grover, my queen," he said.
The blonde girl was staring at her curiously, with her grey eyes glinting.
"Welcome to my domain, Grover. As this is a place of peace, Hunters of Artemis, I would ask you to lower your bows." There was some rustling of leaves before a girl with a silver tiara, black hair and eyes, as well as a girl with silver eyes and auburn hair stepped out.
"Thorn! Report your failure to your master. That is my punishment to you for both lying to me and attacking somebody in my home," Alexia said. The Manticore panicked and fired several spikes at the gathered group, but all were blocked as silver arrows made the monster become a porcupine before he exploded into a shower of golden dust, leaving only a pair of vials behind. Alexia gathered them and handed them to a random Huntress.
Alexia frowned, and shifted the earth so that the dust was buried, before making a small stone cave in the earth open.
She then turned to the others.
"Tell your Hunters to set up camp. I expect you have a few questions, Lady Artemis. Thalia, get the young demigods and bring them here. Daughter of Athena, help her explain the world to them. Gods know how Thalia gets with people and incessant questions. Grover, Lady Artemis, and the last girl here, follow me. Oh, and Thalia? It is wonderful to know you have not died," Alexia said. Thalia was a daughter of Zeus, and had black hair and electric blue eyes. She was dressed in punk clothes, and wore her Death to Barbie shirt, which made Alexia smile.
She still hadn't changed, Alexia decided.
Thalia hugged her, and smiled at the other girl.
"Well, me not being a tree kind of puts a dampener on how easy you can contact me. Hurry and finish your business, Alexia. We have GOT to catch up," Thalia said. Alexia smiled more.
"Later, my friend. I promise," she said. Thalia and the blonde girl left, and Alexia looked at the dome of earth. The boy was yelling profanities, and she could hear them all.
She grimaced as he hurled a particularly vicious insult at her.
Blocking the voice out, she led the trio of a Satyr, a goddess, and a Hunter into her cave.
"Make yourselves comfortable. Grover, there are tin cans next to the fridge. Please refrain from being akin to the last Satyr to come through here and eating my furniture. Lady Artemis? You may start asking questions now."
The goddess' mouth opened, but it closed again quickly.
"Who are you," she finally asked after a short while. Alexia smiled at her.
"Alexia Jackson, Queen of Nature. I'm fifteen, and my godly parent is unknown."
Artemis frowned, sensing that she wasn't telling the entire truth.
'So she knows who her parent is, but she obviously has no love for them,' the maiden goddess thought.
"Queen of Nature," she then questioned, deciding to let the girl have her secrets.
"I have earth powers, and nature treats me as a queen. It was them who started calling me that."
"Are you a threat to Olympus," Artemis asked.
"Only slightly more than Lady Hestia. I do not like to fight, but I will defend my home with violence if need be." Thunder rumbled, and Alexia sighed.
"We will go to Olympus. Your fate will be decided by the council," Artemis said. She then turned to Zoë.
"Break camp. I will return as soon as possible." Alexia turned to Grover.
"Head five minutes east, and ask for Agathe the Handmaiden. Tell her where I will be," she said. Grover nodded, and took a few cans from the pile before he ran off. Zoë followed him up, but she went to her camp instead.
"Well? Shall we be off," Alexia asked, holding an arm out to Artemis.
The goddess grabbed the arm, and they vanished in a flash of silver.
Alexia watched as the Olympians gathered. She bowed to the few she respected, which were Demeter, Hestia, Hera, Athena, and Hermes.
"Who is this, Artemis," Zeus said. His eyes were shifting from blue to purple and back, and lightning was flashing across them.
"This is Alexia Jackson. She's one of ours, but won't say which one of her her parent is. Also, she claims to be the Queen of Nature and has control of earth," the goddess announced, causing Zeus sit straight up, and grip his Master Bolt tightly.
"I assure you I am not a threat, Lord Zeus, but I would not hesitate to defend myself should I be attacked. And as for who my godly parent is," Alexia said before she summoned water from Poseidon's throne and splashed herself with it.
She remained dry, prompting silence.
Thunder boomed, breaking the shocked silence.
"POSEIDON! YOU BROKE YOUR OATH TWICE," Zeus roared, standing up, only for Hera to yank him back down.
"So did you. The only one of you three who HASN'T broke his oath is Hades," she said, a furious but smug smirk on her face.
Alexia smiled at the sight of Zeus blushing and sputtering like a car with no fuel.
The humiliated god turned to her, and said, "You will go to Camp Half-Blood. Meeting dismissed."
One by one, the gods left, until only Hestia, Artemis, and Poseidon remained.
Poseidon stepped towards Alexia, but quickly found his feet stuck in the marble floor when she saw his approach.
"No. I have not forgiven you, Lord Poseidon, for your inaction to assist my mother. I am well aware of the Ancient Laws that forbid you from helping me, but there are no such laws forbidding you from helping the family of your demigod children. While I do not hate you outright, I still loathe you. You were gone, and left me with this scent that every monster in a thousand yards can smell, forcing my mother to marry the scum of the earth to keep me safe. You abandoned her, and she was murdered by the drunk fucking waste of flesh. It was because you abandoned my mother that she died and I was... IT WAS YOUR FAULT!" Alexia's eyes began to glow, and the marble began to crawl up Poseidon's legs as he fell to his knees.
It reached his chest. His arms. Neck.
It was creeping up his chin when warm arms encircled her waist, and the sound of sobbing reached her ears. A sharp, metal object was also pressed to her temple.
"My uncle may not be the best man ever, girl, but he is still my uncle," came the cold voice of Artemis.
The warm arms spun her around, and pushed the bow away from Alexia's head.
"Let my brother go, grandmother," Hestia whispered into the girl's ears. Alexia's breath hitched, but her shoulders went limp.
Silently, she walked towards Poseidon, and gripped his shoulders, before kneeling before the sobbing god.
"She was a great woman, Lord Poseidon. And she loved you with every possible cell in her body. She did not die cursing your name... Mother had a smile on her face when she died.. And while I may never want a father figure in my life, an uncle couldn't hurt. Plus, I still can't use my water powers well. And... I'm sorry I lost my temper, Lord Poseidon." As she spoke, the marble melted into the floor, and she enveloped the god in an awkward hug.
"Is he dead," Poseidon asked. Alexia frowned at that, knowing who he meant.
Part of her, the more broken and insane part, remembered the day with glee.
Alexia nodded mutely, trying to quash the insanity inside her.
"I tore his limbs off and ran spikes through the stumps, before ripping out his spine, impaling him, and tearing his eyes out before burning them with magma. I also squeezed his heart and encased his lungs with stone before filling them with magma. He... He did not go to the Underworld painlessly," she said. Her tone was morose, but she did not regret killing him.
"Perhaps I should keep you from Hades... He would either put you in charge of the Field of Punishment, or you would give him and Tartarus ideas," Poseidon said. Alexia smiled.
"Perhaps... Now go to your immortal wife. Perhaps it is time to reconcile with her," she said. Poseidon grimaced, and Alexia grinned.
"I know. But you are immortal, and more powerful. The worst she could do was make you uncomfortable. So go clean up and work the Water charm. The one that skipped your other son, if his yelling is anything to go by." Poseidon raised an eyebrow, prompting her to explain.
"I try not to get angry often... With my control over the earth and how the sea is linked to my emotion, I could very well end up destroying everything with earthquakes and floods... So I trapped the boy in a dome of dirt, before he made me angry. He has a very inventive mouth."
The sea god smiled slightly, and vanished in a blue light.
Alexia turned to Artemis.
"Thank you for stopping me, Lady Artemis, but I would like to speak to Lady Hestia alone. I think I freed the boy, and you should probably stop your Hunters from killing him. Also, tell Thalia that I'll be back later tonight," she said. Artemis hesitated, but nodded.
Alexia turned to Hestia after Artemis flashed out.
"Barring the control over the earth, what gave me away," Alexia asked, smiling as she sat down in front of the hearth.
Hestia smiled.
"Father only ate his sons at first. When you told him that prophecy, he flipped out, and ate them. I got to spend some time with my grandmother, before he decided to eat the rest of us. As the Goddess of Family, I would recognize my family anywhere."
"I am not all of her, Lady Hestia... Primordials have two personas... They are essentially two souls in one body. Good and Evil. When Kronos cut his mother with his scythe, and it separated the two souls. The evil stayed, and got revenge. The good left, and was reborn.. I am not her, though I have half of her powers and feelings and a few scattered memories... I am her replacement," Alexia said. Hestia just smiled at her, and poked at the hearth with a stick.
"You're right. You aren't her. You're wiser, but younger. And being reborn as a Daughter of Poseidon makes you stronger. I think you should go now. Remember to visit sometime, grandmother." Alexia smiled back at the goddess and gently kissed her forehead.
"Take care of the hearth, child," she said, in an older voice that was not fully her. Hestia only grinned more, and waved her hand.
Alexia vanished from Olympus, and reappeared in her home, where Agathe was waiting.
"We're leaving for Camp Half-Blood, Agathe," she said the second she was fully solid. Alexia was handed a pre-prepared bag by the nature spirit, which she shouldered, and raised her left hand, gripping Agathe's in her right. A circle of earth surrounded them, and they vanished, but to Artemis' camp this time.
Alexia and Agathe reappeared beside Alexia's dome of dirt, which then collapsed, revealing an angry and haggard boy.
"You are not to cause trouble in my woods, boy. You are to mind your tongue, and keep your blade sheathed at all times. Failure to comply will result in me getting angry. And that is a very bad thing," Alexia warned him. The boy's hands twitched towards his blade.
"Be quiet! Do you know who I am, girl!? I am Heracles Finnegan! Son of Poseidon! Respect me," the boy demanded. He was scowling furiously by now.
Agathe's eyes widened, and she took a step away from her queen. The spirit remembered how Alexia reacted to the presence of the original Heracles, who had also demanded her respect.
"Are you now? Call up the sea, boy. Show me this power that demands my respect." The boy grew angry and charged, his blade drawn. Alexia sighed mentally. He had obviously not discovered his hydrokinesis yet.
"Pathetic. Are you not a demigod, boy!?" Alexia raised a finger, and the earth shot up, and knocked him out with a strike to the chin.
Alexia frowned, and began to look for Thalia.
"She's with the demigods, milady," Agathe said, her cheeks slightly green with envy as she noticed her queen's searching eyes.
"Thank you, Agathe," Alexia said, before dragging the spirit with her to see her friend.
"C'mon. I think you should meet my friend," the nature spirit heard her queen say.
Fin.
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As it is, I've been writing this for a while.
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