Chapter 0: The Prolouge

Summary: Allen West was just a regular seventeen year old. If being the son to a famous record producer and stepson to Manhattan's top lawyer was regular, then yeah. He never dreamed that he would be anything other than "the West's kid"... Until he got sent to Camp Half Blood and met Nico di Angelo. Nico's dark attitude only makes a never out spoken Allen, try hard to come out of his own little world. OC/Nico YAOI; don't like, don't read.

Warning: This is a slash fic (only because I can't justify that Nico IS gay, but there's no proof that he ISN'T gay either) filled with, sexual content, mentions of MPreg, and frequent swearing. Most of the demigod's ages have been bumped up. Nico and Jason will be a bit AU, but it fits so I won't change them. Oh, there will be a lemon.

Rating: M for a reason (thought I don't really agree with that rating, I will follow it so I won't get into trouble)

Author's Note: Changed story summery to be a bit more... entertaining. Hopefully this makes more people want to read the story xp.

Anyway, this chapter is more of a back story than anything else. I believed that it was needed to explain some things.

Disclaimer: Ryanabeth H. Deveroux does not own Percy Jackson. *sigh*

Apollo stood on the balcony of his palace in Olympus, cradling a one month baby in his arms. He had finally recovered from having the child, the first male god to have a true birth. For whatever reason, he had had to go through it the mortal way, with a caesarian section. He was a god, damnit! He shouldn't have to do things the mortal way. Even though it was horribly unfair, he wouldn't have had it any other way. His baby boy was beautiful.

"You look so much like your father," he cooed, nudging his son's little pink nose with his own. He hummed softly as his son's eyes opened and stared at him with those new born blues. He wished that the boy would have his mortal father's eyes, but that would not be so.

Apollo was the god of the Oracle. The god of the future. Just by looking into his son's eyes, he could see his future. He could see the wonderful and successful man that he would be.

"You'll be great, Allen. No matter what you choose to do," he said, smiling at the confused look in his son's eyes. He would never be able to get enough of the baby smell. He could have just watched his son all day; watched him grow into the demigod he was destined to be. But again, that would not be so.

"Your son is charming, Apollo," a feminine voice resounded from behind him. Apollo clutched his son to his chest and turned around to face Aphrodite. He had to admit (hell, everyone had to admit it), Aphrodite was stunning. Her blond hair that usually cascaded down her back was tied into a pony-tail to show off her outfit. The summer dress that she was wearing was simple but elegant. Everything about her screamed love, but right now, the sight of her made Apollo want to claw out her throat.

"What do you want?" he narrowed his eyes at her. Ever since he had been dating Joshua West, she had been threatening to ruin his relationship. He loved Joshua half to death and had been ecstatic that he had been carrying his baby... Even if it was different.

"I warned you, didn't I?" she said, walking closer to get a better look at Allen. "I told you what would happen if you had a child with a man that I've been waiting for," her voice was far too sweet. It was sickening him.

"I don't care what you say, Aphrodite," he hissed. "Being the goddess of love means nothing. This is my child, you cannot have him," He knew she had wanted Joshua. At first, he had just wanted to mess with her head; have some fun and then leave. Against his better judgement, he had fell in love with that man. No way in Hades was he going to give her this child.

"Fine then," all pretenses of peace were gone from Aphrodite's voice. "I shall tell Zeus what you have done. You've kept the boy too long and he will remember your presence." she started to leave a distraught Apollo. "Or," she said turning back to him. "We could make a trade,"

"Excuse me?" Apollo yelled, covering his baby's ears, least he go deaf. "Why, in the name of all that is good in this world, would I negotiate with you?" he asked her, his voice going up an octave. "Do you think I care if you tell my father?"

Aphrodite walked towards him faster than he could blink. "If you don't care about your father's threats, here's another proposition," she said, he face inches from his own. "Claim that boy, and I will make his love life a living hell," she hissed.

Apollo's face was full of shock. "You wouldn't,"

"Just try me," she sneered, knowing that he would care about this child more then his own life.

Apollo stared at Allen and the boy's fate changed. He was now full of agony and sorrow because the people he loved wold never be able to love him back. He was resentful towards both his fathers. He was angry at the world.

This was not what he wanted for his child. He wanted all of his children to be happy and have peace with themselves. He wanted what was best for them. He gave the baby in his arms one last agonizing look and handed him over to Aphrodite.

"You wicked, cruel woman," he hissed, trying to hold back tears as his son let out a heartbreaking cry.

Aphrodite just smiled sweetly at him. "I'll take him back to the mortals now... or do you want to say a last good-bye?" she raised an eyebrow at him when his face turned into a twisted scowl.

"Go and leave me be," his voice was quiet.

"It's for the best," she said, walking out of the door.

"Just get out!" Apollo yelled at her. When she left, he crumpled to the floor and cried. He had just given up the only child that had been in his womb. His son. His Allen.