Hi, and welcome to my first Percy Jackson/HoO Fanfiction
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{Prologue}
The air on the balcony was thick, as if it rejected the idea of going into the great titan's lungs, but that was currently the least of his problems. He hung onto the hospital's balcony rail, glaring fiercely over into the shuffling hospital room.
Where a woman lay sleeping gently, as nurses and a solitary doctor mulled around, running tests and documenting data. This woman is the one person on planet Earth that could actually kill him, not directly of course, but his wife found out she definitely going to chain him to the mountain again with that stupid vulture.
Stirring in that woman was the only child he'd ever conceived with a human, usually they would die before the first trimester, whether the mother or the unborn child. But this woman had defied all the impossible challenges, and he was starting to wonder exactly what kind of child she was carrying. Not that he knew what to do with a small child, let alone a newborn, but he was tempted to keep the vile, tiny creature.
His son, Deucation, had long since died since he was unfortunately completely mortal, and Pronoia was starting to get clingy again, he mentioned multiple times to his love, just to invite Aedos home for a spin, but she'd whine loudly and say that thing wasn't hers. He debated the chances that his wife would throw the baby into Tartarus, but since he couldn't see what the future did hold, he threw caution to the wind and crept into the room.
The air seemed to flow from her lungs in gentle streams, she was extremely pale and sweaty, her abdomen was swollen to a huge extent. It was obvious that she would be having the child soon, so he wouldn't have to get his hands, which was a relief he'd just gotten his nails done and blood would've ruined it. So instead he opened some nearby cabinets and climbed in briskly, now he'd just wait until his child made it's arrival.
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Prometheus was awoken by the sounds of screams, he jumped so hard his head nearly went through the top of the cabinets. Peeking through the mahogany door, he observed a limp hand hanging from the bed, and the sound of huffing sobs soon echoed down the hall, as well as more muffled screams. He crawled out of the cabinet, smoothing out his tux as he went, the bitter, metallic smell of blood hit his nose as he made his way to the bed. She didn't stand a chance, his love, Pronoia had problems having his child and she was an extremely powerful nymph. The sheet now covered her face, he let out a sigh and walked to the door, escaping the smell that stuck to him. He followed the seemingly everlasting screams to the waiting room, where an older couple sat, the man's arm was around his wife's shoulders as she sobbed into his chest , he couldn't stop walking so he sped up striding back further into the hospital until he came to a window. Standing in front of it was two men, a tall lanky Caucasian and an African American in a wheelchair, he slipped in between the two to get a better look into nursery it only took him a couple of seconds to find his son. For some reason or another the nurses put him at the very back, probably since his mother had died in childbirth and no one was there to claim him, but it annoyed the new father more than anything that his son was way in the back, even though he was better than all of these puny humans.
Prometheus must've had his face squished against the glass, gaining the attention of the lanky Caucasian, the man tapped on the creator's shoulder "So which one is yours?" The man asked happily making him narrow his eyes, seriously debating on throwing him through the nursery window for disturbing his train of thought.
But since that would make taking the child even the harder he simply smiled and pointed "Mine is the second to the last, from the left on the back row."
"Wow, he looks like you!" The man stated after getting on his tippy-toes to see to the back.
He nodded even though he had yet to see the child close up, and began inching closer to the nursery doors as he noticed the elderly couple from earlier, talking to a nurse who was pointing in his direction. Giving up he jogged over to the doors and threw them open, setting off a minor alarm, he didn't stop until he was beside the bassinet that held his son, which he then proceeded to scoop him up in his arms transported out, leaving no witness but the nosy Caucasian man who stared in shock.
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He walked down the street a couple blocks away, his tiny son's head cuddled into the shoulder blade, a bright Aura surrounded the baby's form pulsing between a dark grey and a light silver. As it dimmed, Prometheus began to rethink his plans of giving the kid to one of his wife's nymph friends to have him raised that way, this kid would most likely inherit his powers meaning he was a force to be reckoned with in the making. Leaving him in the hands of dimwitted nymphs could spell disaster for those around him, and it didn't help that he was forced by the gods to be in such close quarters with the old demigod camp that not only at had Greeks but now had Romans there as well.
The little boy yawned right in his ear making him growl angrily, the child didn't take notice instead he cuddled deeper into his shoulder.
"Nope." He stopped suddenly and held the newborn at an arm lengths away, "You young man, better fear me, I am a cold-blooded killer with a black hole for a heart." He snarled fiercely, but it was at that moment his son decided to open his eyes, showing of a pair of bright grey eyes that mimicked his father's in every way and let out a big yawn crumbling what little anger he had left for the child.
"Stop it, you're not supposed to be cute I do not permit it." He growled hugging the baby close to his chest, as they walked down the deserted street to the house where he and his wife reigned. Home was on the other side of Long Island Sound which gave them a good view of the pathic half-bloods. It took his two hours to reach the house power walking most of the time, he walked up the stairs and unlocked the door letting it swing open itself. Walking in he found his love sleeping angrily on the couch (How can you sleep angry? Best leave her alone.) He slinked up the stairs, the baby smell was making him tired, he sat the baby on the loveseat but he then thought better of it and put the newborn on the bed with him. He lied face down on the bed but found himself curled around his son, whose little beanie had fallen off showing of a head full of silky two-toned hair, beams of blonde intertwined with raven black, he soon fell asleep to the light snoring of his son.
Only to be woken by his wife shaking him angrily "Wake up, you giant satyr, before I break your neck!" She hissed making him sit up.
"What is it, love?" He mumbled rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"What in Tartarus is this?" She held the baby upside down by its feet.
"Darling, don't hold him like that please."
"Why should I?"
"Because he's our new child."
She stopped short and fixed the little boy's position before poking his little cheeks multiple times "Really?!" She sounded excited for a moment before regaining her composure "Where did you get him then?"
"A woman gave birth to him early this morning."
"Oh, and why does he look like a miniature you, without scars?"
Prometheus looked at her a moment before itching the back of his head, "Well I was out on the town a couple of months ago -"
"Uh-huh"
"I met a woman."
"Okay."
"And things happened, if you can't tell."
"Fine, we can keep him, but you're not naming this one."
"Why not?!"
"I don't know Theus why don't you ask Deucation."
He realized she was making fun of both his name and his choice of names "I totally would, but I'm not allowed near any of the Olympian gods and me and Hades are not on the best of terms." Crossing his arms, he glared at his wife "And you're the last one to talk Pronoia."
"Do not make me throw the child at you!" She held the child up threateningly, as he began whining.
"Calm down, you're scaring him."
"I don't ca-" Pronoia was cut off when the newborn started crying, causing her to cuddle him close.
"Oh really, you don't care." He gestured at her, then the baby, and back at her.
"Shut up, I already have a name for him." She said proudly.
Prometheus raised an eyebrow and let out a sigh, "Really, what did you have in mind, Love?" He was hoping it wasn't anything bad, there was only so much that would pass when they forged his birth certificate.
She held him above her head, it would've been a grand statement if she wasn't so short "His name shall be Hybrid." She stated smiling.
"Why Hybrid?"
Her smile seemed to disappear, "Why, do you not like it?"
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her and their son, "What? Yes I like it, Darling, I was just wondering."
"Because isn't that what he is?" She laughed lightly.
"Correct, now I'm going back to bed, since he's back to sleep."
She lied Hybrid on his back in the middle of the bed, before stretching, "I guess I'll join you." She muttered through a yawn.
They both crawled underneath the comforter, sleep came easily to Pronoia but Prometheus found himself watching his wife absently mindedly stroking their son's hair, before he too fell asleep.
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Due to the fact Prometheus is such a blank slate I've decided to do a profile on him, Pronoia, and Hybrid to get a better understanding of their traits and personalities.
Prometheus
Gender : Male
Family : Atlas,Menoetius,Epimetheus {Brothers}
Children : Aedos, Deucation {Deceased}, Hybrid
Status : Immortal
Eye Color : Gray
Hair Type/Color : Slick and Straight/Black
Skin Tone : Tan
Height : 76 Inches {6 ft - 4 inches}
Affiliation : Gods {Formally} Titans {Formally} Neutral {Current}
Weapons : None
Abilities : Creating {Animals,Objects}/Teleporting
Species : Titan
Greek/Roman : N/A
Fears : Vultures/Birds
Personality : Witty and extremely intelligent, calm, dedicated, protective and honorable.
Flaws : Is behind in the modern world, manipulative, is terrified of birds and pretty much anything with wings.
Pronoia
Gender : Female
Family : Unknown
Children :Deucation {Deceased}, Hybrid {Adoptive}
Status : Immortal
Eye Color : Amber
Hair Type/Color : Curly/Blonde
Skin Tone : Pale Green
Height : 68 Inches {5 ft - 5 inches}
Affiliation : Neutral {Current}
Weapons : None
Abilities : Breeding and growing plants
Species : Nymph
Greek/Roman : N/A
Fears : Heights, Loud Noises, Dogs
Personality : Loud and arrogant, smart, occasionally brooding, protective, caring.
Flaws : Clumsy, manipulative, stupidly fearless.
Hybrid
Gender : Male
Family : Prometheus {Father}, Pronoia {Mother}, Aedos {Half-Sister}
Children : None
Status : Bimortal {Will live twice as long as the regular human lifespan}
Eye Color : Storm Gray
Hair Type/Color : Choppy/Blonde and Raven
Skin Tone : Pale
Height : Still Growing
Affiliation : Neutral {Current}
Weapons : Sterling silver dagger
Abilities : Creating {Animals}, Teleporting {Short Distances}
Species : Demititan
Greek/Roman : N/A
Fears : The Olympians,
Personality : Gentle and arrogant, incredibly intelligent , caring.
Flaws : Terrible eyesight {Wears Glasses}, clumsy, Naive, Sheltered .