Mt. Olympus
Throne room of the Gods
Perseus Jackson better known to his friends as Percy was cursing wildly, he had been teleported from New Rome whilst taking a shower.
He was standing in front of the fourteen Olympians wearing nothing but a towel.
Apollo and Hermes couldn't seem to help themselves and started laughing while the female population of the room had their eyes glued to his top shirtless half.
"Most people consider it common courtesy to message the person they plan to abduct before teleporting them!" Percy said voice laced with sarcasm.
Poseidon looked incredibly amused at his son's antics and couldn't help but smile.
"Perseus Jackson! You have been summoned here today so that we may seek an answer from you!" Zeus declared.
Percy rolled his eyes at that,
"Look at my father with respect boy!" Athena ordered him, apparently, she still didn't like him.
Percy merely smirked back.
Turning back to Zeus he nodded, and the God continued, unfazed by his daughter and nephews antics.
"Tartarus is planning something and we wish for you to find out what. Will you accept our quest?" Suddenly the King of the Gods seemed a little more imposing.
"Ah gee, thanks for thinking of me but I've got the next eighty years booked solid, see I kind of plan on living..." Percy started scratching the back of his head.
"A minor issue, time passes far faster in Tartarus than up here, you will be granted partial immortality like the Hunters temporarily so that you will not be affected by time passing," Hera explained.
Percy was really starting to hate the manipulative old woman, couldn't she just leave him out of this?
Clutching the towel tighter around his waist he smiled his patented smirk and began backing away towards the door.
"See! the brats too sacred! Let me go!" Ares moaned and roared at the same time.
"Yes! Let Boar head here go! That sounds like a great idea!" Percy said nodding, still backing away.
Athena took that moment to introduce her guest.
"Hello, Percy." Annabeth walked out from behind her mother's throne.
Percy just stared for a second before raising an eyebrow.
"What are you doing here Annie? Shouldn't you be in class in New Rome?"
Annabeth shook her head with a smile.
"Oh, seaweed brain, I'm here to convince you to help the gods. All you need to do is go to Tartarus." She told him.
"Wise girl I'm kind of hurt, you want me to go to literal hell? I know I forgot date night but that's a little harsh." Percy cried a hand held over his heart in a mocking manner.
Annabeth looked him straight in the eye and said,
"Yes Percy, I want you to go to literal hell. Put it like this, I really like being with you, but I like being with famed heroes even more and your fame is starting to run out and you need to do something amazing to bolster your reputation again. So, go to Tartarus and be a spy or we are over. Nothing personal." she finished with a smile and a flick of her hair while Athena looked on proudly.
Meanwhile, Percy was doing his best impression of a fish.
He was speechless.
How had Annabeth gone from the loving girl he was sleeping with last night to this cold-hearted bitch.
Then he realised something, she had always been like this, just not made it obvious.
She had a crush on Luke when he was the big shot at camp and only really started liking him after he saved her life and started to get famous.
She had certainly taken a shine to Jason when he was assumed dead and it came to light that he was a son of Zeus/Jupiter.
Still processing this he just nodded, head going up and down repeatedly.
Happy Zeus clapped his hands and Percy suddenly felt different, ageless, powerful, more so than he had ever felt before.
"Remember nephew that this is only temporary and will be removed when you return," Zeus warned before bringing his master bolt down on the throne room floor creating a crack where Perseus 'Percy' Jackson once stood.
In the crack
Percy couldn't help but get a sense of Deja vu as he fell, reminded of his last trip to the ungodly pit of hell.
This time however there was no Annabeth with him, only himself.
He fell for what seemed like hours and if Zeus had told the truth probably were.
It took a while but Percy soon felt as if he was being watched.
It didn't go away and seemed to follow him.
Turning head first in an attempt to speed himself up he noticed a light in the distance below him.
It was most likely one of the rivers running through the underworld.
As he grew closer, he couldn't help but notice it seemed remarkably familiar,
and when he was about four thousand metres out, he recognised it as the River Cocytus.
He was once again going to be saved by the river of lamentation.
With a great splash, he divebombed into the river and swam to the shore.
He reckoned if this was real cliché the Minotaur would have shown up, alas the beast was in the mortal realm while Percy was stuck in hell.
This was not to say his arrival went unnoticed, especially by nearby monsters.
A couple of empousai were first on the scene, and Percy swiftly drowned them in the river with a couple of well-timed shoves.
Moving quickly to avoid more fights he made his way to the top of a tree in a forest a mile from where he landed.
Clearing his mind he thought about his next move, the mansion of the Night was the logical place to go if he wanted information, but first, he would need to visit Akhlys again for death mist.
This time however he would be sure to kill her straight after to ensure some time and no traps.
Looking at his hands he was amazed to see they weren't blistering like the last time he was in the pit, probably due to his partial immortality.
Jumping down from the tree he made to start his journey when he heard something that froze his blood.
"Jackson, ickle Jackson, we heard from a reliable source that you would be arriving in the pit soon, we know you're here." Hyperion sang, voice full of bloodlust with Polybotes behind him, trident in hand.
Percy had no time to ponder who had betrayed him before he set off flying across the land in a mad dash away from the two powerful beings. He wasn't stupid enough to fight the two in their home territory.
Following the river downstream he headed for the Delta of Despair where he could follow the river Acheron to the home of the Akhlys.
Realising a faster approach was needed, he prayed his apologies to the spirit of the river and jumped in again.
Swimming was so much faster as a son of the sea god.
He could almost feel the annoyance of the river until his shirt came off and then weirdly there was only contentment.
Shrugging mentally, he powered forward at an incredible speed, passing through parts of Tartarus that had taken him weeks with his apathetic semi-gold digger girlfriend.
Thinking back to that time he realised he kind of missed Bob.
Lost in his thoughts he powered on, encountering no sentient beings in the river.
Suddenly he stopped, not on purpose but as if he had been told to and he realised he was at the Delta. A journey that should have taken him weeks had taken him mere hours possibly a day or two.
Extremely happy he thanked the nymph of the river and climbed onto the shore.
"Shit! My shirt, what am I going to wear now?" Percy exclaimed loudly.
He could have sworn he almost heard the whisper of someone saying 'nothing'
Grumpy he walked towards the river heading south and kicked a rock.
"Ouch!"
Percy felt a pain in his toes as he clutched his foot in despair,
"Stupid Percy! Stupid Rock!"
Hopping forward he realised something, where were all the monsters?
This was Tartarus, wasn't it? the only monsters he had encountered were the empousai, Hyperion and Polybotes.
Something was wrong.
Resolved more than ever find out what was going on he decided he couldn't afford to waste time with Akhlys and should head straight for the mansion of Night.
Determined he takes a small rest before setting off again.
Running at full pelt now he covers ground quickly, almost as if someone was helping him.
He still felt like he was being watched, but not in a bad way anymore so he assumed it was a god.
Making it to the Mansion of Night he was more concerned and unnerved than ever.
The whole of the pit appeared to be desolate.
Looking up he was faced with a dark imposing building made entirely of obsidian.
If it had been made of white marble it wouldn't have looked out of place in one of the richer districts of Olympus or New Rome.
Opening the double doors with a shove he didn't bother with any stealth, honestly, by now he would have been surprised if Nyx was even in the pit anymore.
The only upside to this mission seemed to be that he had encountered next to no problems.
"There's the brat! The sea spawn is escaping into the realm of Nyx!" Hyperion roared, suddenly appearing with an army of monsters.
It appeared the Giant and the Titan had split up in their search for him.
Deciding it was best not to stick around he hastily made his way into the mansion, figuring anything was better than the 'lord of light' honestly, he was like a worse Apollo.
Running down the hallway he ducked into a random room and waited a few seconds before breathing a sigh of relief.
Turning around he inspected the room, it was covered heavily in dust and appeared to be a music room.
A grand piano stood in the centre of the room, and Percy sat behind it lifting the lid and running his slender fingers along the keys.
"Do you know how to play?" a sensual voice asked from the darkness.
Percy whipped his head around as a beautiful woman seemingly in her early twenties appeared.
"Hello, Lady Nyx" Percy said softly.
She moved closer swinging her hips seductively, before sitting down next to the teenage demigod.
Percy could feel the blood flowing downwards as he stared at her.
"Well? Do you?" She asked, sounding genuinely curious.
Percy felt a little ashamed as he shook his head.
"A pity, would you like to try?" Nyx asked innocently.
Percy nodded before he could stop himself.
Getting behind him she put her hands-on top of his and started to move them delicately, playing a tune.
However, all Percy could focus on was how her large breasts were pressing into his back and feeding the blood flow downwards.
The tune she played was remorseful yet spoke of new hope and he became enraptured in it as she expertly played the piano using his hands.
She started to kiss his neck, not expecting it he did nothing to stop her as the music kept him under a spell.
The kissing grew more passionate until he turned his head and kissed her back, his lips crashing into hers.
It felt amazing and Percy didn't feel any guilt about cheating on Annabeth, after all, she didn't really care about him and Nyx was smoking hot.
Finally, the music stopped altogether and he found himself in a lavishly furnished bedroom. Barely acknowledging this he continued his onslaught of kisses on the goddess before him.
That was the last thing he remembered before his body became almost automatic in its actions. The next few hours were a blur of ecstasy and pleasure.
The next morning, he woke up dead.
Hi guys! I'm back, sort of.
I couldn't resist writing this because I have yet to find an actual crossover between Highschool of the Dead and Percy Jackson. I have nothing against Annabeth, I just needed her to be a bit of a gold digger, otherwise Percy would have had no reason to accept.