Aaaand, here's my try on a Percy Jackson series! It'll be led by my OC and will have some elements from the videogame: Smite! Hope you have fun reading :D
All rights belong to Rick Riordan and Hi-Rez Studios. I don't own any of the characters in the near future, except for my OCS. Without further adieu, enjoy! :D
My life has been awful. And that's simply sugarcoating it. Just when I thought I'm finally free from my rotten luck, something quickly turns that reality into fiction. Either Tyche has decided to curse me, or I've done something very bad in my previous life that caused Nemesis to curse me. Unfortunately, I've gotten used to it. But that wasn't until my 18th Birthday when my life has decided to crash down upon me. The day when everything came crashing down.
It was the 12th of August, 1PM when that happened. I was walking down the streets to reach Lira's house. For the past 4 years, we've became the closest friends. It wasn't only until last year when I've confessed my love to her. Just when I thought she'd love me back, she turned me down and would prefer and we just stayed as friends. The next few days were hell for me. I don't have any friends except for her and it felt absolutely horrible. The feeling of loneliness was overwhelming and what made it worse was the fact that I even helped her to "hook up" with her current boyfriend, Jensen. Jensen was this egoistical brat who only saw people as mere tools. I have no idea why people even like him, especially the majority of the boys. Because of this, I was left with the belief that every men in the world was nothing but a worthless pig. If I was given the chance, I would change gender and become a girl just to avoid being lumped in with him.
My mother was forced to live with her relatives, and left me on the orphanage. My father, on the other hand, was buried alive by some of his co-workers over the local graveyard. My time on the orphanage was heartbreaking for some people. The kids there didn't come near me, because they thought I was a killer. I would've called them crazy, but I knew they were saying the truth. Any animal that would come in contact with me would either die or suddenly have a seizure. Every time I would get angry at them, they would suddenly be paralyzed on the spot; some would even faint. Because of this, I was forced to transfer from town to town, to orphanage to orphanage, moving from school to school, until I've finally had enough. I've decided to try and contact my relatives when I reached the age of 12 and I was lucky enough to convince them to take me in. I've moved to Brighton afterwards with my aunt. I thought it was finally the time I'll be able to leave the darkness. Unfortunately, I was wrong. My aunt was mostly out for work, so it felt like I was living on my own. The people over at school were nice to me, but I knew they were just being nice because they were scared of what I can do. Everywhere I go, there was always an accident. One would accidentally fall off the window, or a car would crash into a wall. The strings of accidents freaked the people out, and soon I felt the distance. However, along that time, I've been engrossed to Greek Mythology. My interest stemmed from the mysterious beings that I've been seeing for the first few days here in Colorado.
For the following year, my life has been uneventful except for the occasional seeing of monsters. Nothing happened, everything was simply dull. Life simply became a sequence of eating and going to school then sleeping. I didn't bother to celebrate my birthday, no one even seemed to remember. That was until I met her. She approached me at first with care, and soon we became friends. It didn't take long for me to have some stirrings for her, but I've simply shoved it back; I knew better than to confess.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I've finally reached her house. I walked towards the doorstep and knocked on the door.
"Coming!" I've heard a female voice. I instantly smiled, excited by the thought she was coming to open the door.
"No, I'll get it," said a deeper voice. I fought down a tinge of jealousy. I heaved a heavy breath and let it out.
"Alright, Mortis. You came here to have fun and for people to actually celebrate your birthday. Don't mess this up," I comforted myself. I heard the doorknob twist, and the door opened. Before me was a man with light blonde hair and blue eyes. He had the charming air around him, but it simply irritated me. His body made it seem like he had a good build, but take his clothes off and you'll realize he's not buffed in the slightest. Compared to me, he was a stickman. Hell, I just simply had an athletic figure. I fought down a scowl and put up an eager smile.
"Oh welcome, this way," he said. It was obvious in his voice that he was not liking my presence. I've rolled my eyes and entered the house. It was a normal house, it wasn't anything new. He led me towards the living room where everyone was waiting for me.
"Happy 18th Birthday, Mortis!" shouted Lira. Like on cue, several people blew up a confetti, leaving the room quite the mess. I just simply tilted my head, unaware of what's going on. Lira rolled her eyes and playfully punched me in the shoulder. "It's the tradition, idiot. Are you not used to this?" she teased. I simply shook my head, and she heaved a sigh. "Can't blame you. Now come on, Ice King. This way to your cake," she said as she'd led me towards the table. She opened the cake box, and I was instantly displeased. What was written on it was "Happy Birthday, Jack the Ripper." I frowned at the sight. I was offended and hurt, but I didn't let that show up in my face. Fortunately, I had years of experience on keeping a poker face. Lira has seemed to notice why my long face, and her eyes widened in amusement.
"Did you do this?" asked Lira as she'd pointed to the cake. Jensen shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
"I thought it would be a pretty fun prank," said Jensen. I thought Lira was going to defend me, but she simply laughed.
"Oh you," she said. Now this time, I was deeply hurt.
"What a fucking bitch," I thought to myself. The party began, as I've moved towards the corner of the room. Everyone was dancing, and Lira and Jensen were doing a swing. Everyone was cheering for them, as I glumly sat on a corner. No one has seemed to notice me at all and just went along with their wildest desires. A couple has even decided to make out on the couch. It was slowly starting to get really uncomfortable, until Jensen took the microphone from the karaoke singers.
"Everyone, I have an announcement to make," said Jensen. Everyone turned to him, and I just simply looked to the side. It was silent. "Lira and I are engaged, we're planning to get married and it's under our parent's consent!" My eyes shot up and stared at Lira with disbelief. Everyone in the room cheered, and I felt my anger boiling through my chest. Suddenly, I heard something heavy fall to the floor and I looked at the ceiling. The banner that said "Happy Birthday Mortis" was changed to "Congratulations Lira and Jensen!" It was at that point when realization struck me; I wasn't invited here to be celebrated. I was invited here to be humiliated. Everyone's eyes turned to me, and I watched Lira and Jensen walk towards me with their hands interlocked. Jensen had that smug grin on his face, while Lira had an apologetic smile.
"Sorry for putting this into you, Mortis. I hope we can remain as friends," Lira said. I looked down on the floor, and felt like crying. But I held my ground. I'm not crying in front of these heartless bastards.
"Hey punk, look up. She's talking to you," Jensen snapped. I simply stood up and walked towards the table with the gifts on top. "Hey, why the fuck are you ignoring us?" asked Jensen.
"Mortis…" Lira softly spoke. Their words fell deaf on my ears as I've teared open the gifts that were meant to be mine. All of them were empty boxes, except for Jensen's. What was inside the box was a pink staff that is meant for girls. I simply picked it up and stared at it with confusion. I heard everyone laugh around me as I've stared at Jensen.
"I heard you were taking classes for fencing. So, I've decided to give you a rapier!" smiled Jensen. The people in the room burst out in cheers. It was at that point when I've finally snapped. The lights began to flicker and the speakers released a very high pitched noise. Everyone covered their ears except for me. I've felt tears falling down my cheeks, but my expression remained neutral. I brought up the staff and broke it in half with the force of my knee.
"You know, I have to thank you," I said with a low voice. Jensen looked at me, anger evident in his eyes.
"You dare and ruin this congratulatory party for me and my fiancé?!" shouted Jensen.
"So you did invite me here to humiliate me," I answered with a soft, husky voice. Lira guiltily looked down to the floor. "Anyways, thank you for the gift. Maybe with this, I can finally get my personal satisfaction," I said. My voice was deadly and soft, but every word came out like venom. I've simply walked towards him with the broken staff in hand.
"What are you doing?" asked Jensen. With a swift movement, I've impaled the staff into his throat. Blood gushed out as I've watched Jensen pull out the staff and try to stop the bleeding from his throat. Lira's eyes widened in shock as she'd ran to his side.
"Someone, call an ambulance!" yelled Lira. I looked down at Jensen with a harsh glare. Lira looked up to me, fear was evident in her eyes. "You're a monster!" she yelled. I've smiled at her, and she flinched back as a response.
"I'm just the same as you, Lira. We're no different," I've answered. I turned on my heel and walked towards the door. I calmly walked out of the house. At first, I simply walked along the road. Then, I began to sprint. Then, I ran. Tears poured out of my eyes, and let out a blood curdling scream. I heard everything around me explode, and the smell of death was evident in my nose. I've never wanted this to happen. For the first time in years, I've cried.
It didn't take long for the police to find me. I was sent to custody. I didn't hear the punishment that was bestowed to me, because I was too busy staring into oblivion. I was oblivious of my crying aunt, and a crying Lira. I simply sat at the edge of my bed.
"Eat up," said the man as I've heard a heavy platter fall to the ground. I didn't bother looking to the meal. All I know is: I'm now truly the monster that people has always known me for. It was a consecutive hour of silence, I've heard nothing but a few grunts from my fellow prisoners.
"Today's your lucky day, punk," I've heard someone say. I've turned my head towards the gate and saw a man wearing a tuxedo. He had honey gold eyes, and black hair that reached his shoulders. His skin was pale that led me to believe that he hasn't seen the sunlight for quite a few days.
"Hey," said the man as he'd walked towards me. For some reason, I felt something tickling my skin. I've looked at the man dead in the eye and just simply titled my head. "You don't talk much do you? Well, follow me," said the man as he'd held out his hand. I've stared at his hand and took it. He helped me to my feet, and he motioned me to follow him. I've blindly followed him, since he was my only lead to getting out of here. I clung to the small hope that he would execute me in the middle of the parking lot. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. What happened next, however, has surprised me. He quickly turned around and grabbed me by the shoulder. I felt the shadows wrap around us, and felt myself wasting away. Suddenly, we appeared in the middle of a clearing with the moonlight shining down on us. The man let go of me and he smiled.
"I've finally had the chance to meet you, my son," the man smiled. My eyes widened, but I quickly narrowed them. I felt the anger I've felt before boil up in my chest one again.
"Where have you been?" I've asked in a husky voice. The man flinched for a moment, before smiling apologetically.
"Looks like you've inherited my intimidating nature," said the man. I tilted my head again, completely oblivious of what he's talking about. He heaved in a heavy sigh, and let it out. "I'll explain everything. Take a seat on the grass, it's going to be a long discussion." I've numbly nodded my head and did as what I was instructed to do. I sat down on the grass and waited for him to begin his story. He tapped his chin, as if he was deep in thought.
"I should begin by introducing myself. I am Thanatos, the Greek God of Death. Personally, I hate my job and I've grown tired of reaping souls," sighed the man. For some reason, I wasn't shocked at all. In fact, I felt relieved. Now, I have something to blame for the constant death around me. That should also explain why I've been seeing some weird beings around the town. "You're… not surprised?" asked the man. I've simply shook my head.
"I had my suspicion that the Greek Myths have existed," I've answered.
"I see. Well that makes things easier," my father beamed. "Well long story short, the Greek Myths are indeed real and the Gods have chosen America to be its current location. You are a demigod, and, before you ask, you were conceived with the help of Hecate's potion."
"What do you mean?" I've asked.
"18 years ago, Hades have given me the liberty to take a break. I took this chance to experience about what's it like being a mortal, and went to Hecate for help. She handed me a potion that will cause any minor god to turn into mortal for a whole day. However, her help doesn't come without a price. She told me that one day that she'll be needing your help, and that you should obey whatever she wishes for you to do," answered Thanatos. He had a solemn expression, but it was quickly changed into a neutral one. "There, I felt what it was like to be a normal man. I fell in love with your mother and had se-"
"Okay, you don't have to go through the details," I've said to cut him off. I don't want to hear how I was created, it sounded really wrong.
"Very well. After that, I've explained to your mother that I'm the god of Death. Needless to say, she was heartbroken to hear that. She cut off all ties with me, and the next time I can meet her is by the time I have to claim her soul," said Thanatos. His voice was melancholic, and one could feel the sadness radiating from it. I stood from my feet and gave my father a hug. Needless to say, he was surprised, but soon returned it back. We stood there for a while, before my father has decided to let go. "Thank you, son. I've needed that," he said. I've nodded my head and simply gestured for my father to continue. "That's everything, son. Now, I have to ask of you a favor," he said. His voice turned serious, perking my interest. "Would you come to the Underworld with me?" he asked. I've nodded my head with no hesitation. He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. Together, we've vanished into the shadows and reappeared in front of a dark palace.
