I don't own PJO.
A long time ago before the terror and misery that had been caused by the titans. The world was peaceful. My daughter had just fallen into her deep sleep...at the time I didn't realize that she had killed her husband using her son. I loved her so much. Just like everyone else, she was rotten to the core.
I am the cause of the horrible things that had happened. You see, I let it happen. For the first couple thousand years of Earth's life, I let her and her demonic children stamp around my creation like toddlers who didn't get their way.
To this day I still regret my emotions towards my daughter, but now I shall have my new daughter. Who is in the womb of Sally Jackson... yet she is mine.
I made sure of it.
FLASHBACK-
"My dear servant, please go and dump this into the water of Sally Jackson. You'll know who she is, you will feel what is growing inside of her."
The smaller woman bowed faithfully to the woman sitting on the throne.
The servant quickly sped through the filled streets of New York and soon found the Black haired woman who would be the carrier of the chosen one.
She smiled, everything was going as planned.