SO. I now own Earth and Water. Remus knows. Money exchanged hands or something.
I'm changing a fair bit, though.
Summary: Poseidon had a daughter instead of a son. How does that change Fate? fem!Percy, femslash, Pertemia. One of a kind pairing.
Warning: Mentions of nonconsensual intercourse with a child, violent and graphic deaths, eventual fem!Pertemia, femslash, maybe some 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. How something as odd as compatibility made such a difference..
Turn your eyes towards these pages, and see the tale of Persephone Alexia Jackson, daughter of Poseidon, unravel before your eyes.
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 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 truly hated him. She despised all the things he represented, and swore she would make sure he would burn in whatever hell existed, and she would see his kind of person erased from the planet.
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 heavily drunk, and blood smeared over the apartment they lived in. Her mother was laying on the floor, cut up in several places, 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 tore into him with those hands. The wooden beams in the floor rose up and pierced his feet.
His skull was held in place while a hand of blood reached into his body, and grasped his spine, before ripping it out. Another hand reached into his ribs and squeezed his heart, 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 in the skull, and killed him.
All of this happened in a span of fifteen seconds, with the man screaming in pain the entire time until his lungs were melted.
Then Alexia ran, caked in unspeakable things and blood, bleeding, sore, and upset.
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, sensing something great within her, decided to take her in and raise her.
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 used that power when she 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 good friends, but the girl had managed to vanish a few months ago, leaving Alexia alone with no friends around her age.
The bow was enchanted to fire arrows of lightning that could either chain lightning bolts between arrows 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 hers was black, and covered in bronze dragon scales from an Aethiopian Drakon. Her bow was always over her shoulder, and her knives were ever present on her thighs. Her shoulder-length hair was a very deep brown, almost black, 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 had spent her life as a surfer.
A bright green nature spirit entered the earthen cave she called home, and Alexia smiled at her. It was Agathe, her oldest friend and handmaiden.
"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 softly on the lips. She and Agathe had been friends since they were young, and were a rather odd pair. They weren't a couple, but they did things couple usually did.
The spirit smiled and touched her queen's cheeks with a gentle hand.
"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 most friends, but both knew the extent of their feelings, and the kiss they had just shared was one of comfort.
It was merely an 'I will return' kiss.
As the earth reached up to envelop her queen, Agathe realized how envious she was of the woman who could steal her gentle 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 in a dome. She just knew he'd be trouble.
"There shall be no violence within my domain, Manticore. You are well aware of the rules I enforce in my woods," 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, his pallor paling rapidly, and he stepped back slightly.
"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 softly at him, before petting his cheek. The monster subconsciously nuzzled her hand, her powers lulling the heterochromatic monster into a state of calm. She could calm smarter monsters down, but not the more mindless ones, like the Minotaur.
"As you are alive, Thorn, it seems like he is either a horrible demigod, or you are lying." Thorn was still stammering when a hunting 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 at him 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. The other girl was somebody she knew, Thalia Grace. As punishment for banishing without a word, Alexia ignored her friend.
"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, bows down. Alexia turned away from them, and looked at the Manticore.
"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, knowing full well he served Kronos, and that the Titan was very displeased with failure.
The Manticore panicked and fired several spikes at the gathered group, but all were blocked by a wall of stone, and 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 the nearest Huntress. Their kill, their loot. She had no use for Manticore Venom, anyways.
Alexia frowned momentarily, and shifted the earth so that the dust was buried, before making a small stone cave in the earth open up, already furnished with stone furniture.
She then turned to the others.
"You may wish to 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, her smile softening at the slightly red girl.
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 to catch up," Thalia said. Alexia smiled more, an almost invisible dusting of pink crossing her cheeks.
"Later, my friend. I promise," she said. Thalia and the blonde girl left, and Alexia looked at the dome of earth. The boy inside was yelling profanities, and she could hear them all, as the dome was made from her power.
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 meats. Please refrain from being akin to the last Satyr to come through here and eating my wooden 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 am 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, her eyes narrowing in speculation.
"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 the naiads and dryads that originally started calling me that." As if on cue, a nymph appeared from a previously unnoticed door, and set a glass of tea and honey down in front of Alexia, Zoë, and Artemis.
"Are you a threat to Olympus," Artemis asked, as they slowly sipped on their tea.
"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 as Artemis looked pensive.
"We will go to Olympus. Your fate will be decided by the council," Artemis said after a minute of thought. 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 proffered 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. The others, she neither knew nor respected.
"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. The stone touched his 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 shockingly 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, reassurance in her eyes. 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 could not hurt. Plus, I still can not use my water powers well. And... I am 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, her eyes closed so the people around her wouldn't notice the glee.
"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, yet tinged with insanity, but she did not regret killing him. Around her, the deities winced, though Artemis winced less than the others. It was a truly painful death, but the man WAS truly horrid being.
"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 grimly. Alexia smiled sadly, her eyes leaving the present as the spark of insanity glinted inside them.
"Perhaps that would be best, yes... Now go to your immortal wife. Perhaps it is time to reconcile with her," she said. Poseidon grimaced, and Alexia grinned with a hint of viciousness.
"I know. But you are immortal, and more powerful. The worst she could do was make you rather 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. I just wish he would close it..."
The sea god smiled slightly, and vanished in a blue-green light.
Alexia turned to Artemis.
"Thank you for stopping me, Lady Artemis, but I would like to speak to Lady Hestia alone. I freed the boy, and you should probably stop your Hunters from killing him. As entertaining as it would be, he is also Poseidon's son. Also, tell Thalia that I will 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," she said, sitting down in front of Alexia.
"I am not all of her, Lady Hestia... All the Primordials have two personas... They are essentially two souls in one body. Good and Evil, one benevolent half and one malevolent. When Kronos cut his mother with his scythe, it separated the two souls. The evil stayed, and got revenge. The good was ripped out, and was reborn as me... I am not her, though I have half of her powers and feelings and quite a few scattered memories... I am essentially her better half," 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, as she felt her control of her own body slip into the hands of her power.
"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 of supplies by the nature spirit, which she shouldered, before she raised her left hand, gripping Agathe's in her right. A circle of earth surrounded them, and they vanished once again, but to Artemis' camp this time.
Alexia and Agathe reappeared beside Alexia's dome of dirt, which had collapsed, revealing a very 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 sternly. The boy's hands twitched towards his blade, and Alexia subtly slipped into a ready stance.
"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, and Alexia's face matched his.
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. Alexia's green eyes darkened, and a strange gleam glinted in the fading daylight.
"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 single strike to the chin.
Alexia frowned, not at all enjoying the fight, and began to look for Thalia.
"She's with the younger 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!
I'm trying to balance everyone. In raw power, Alexia is about as strong as four titans. She could fight them, but her body is only half-god. It's dreadfully fragile, and she's also teetering on the edge of madness.
It's like this: she got help from her dryad parents, but talking out a problem like hers isn't easy. Children's minds are very fragile. Her psyche is fractured, but they don't differ too much. Alexia, the kind and sometimes stern woman, is accepting of other men. She doesn't like them, but she doesn't hate them. Alexia, the insane half of her, on the other hand, hates men irrationally. This half of her is very much dangerous to anything with testicles that walks on two feet, but it's still kind and gentle to women.