Hey guys. It's me. I'm back. After a long hiatus. Now, if you haven't noticed, I've deleted both of my other stories. I just couldn't find the inspiration to write them. However, recently, I have been reading a fan fiction called Finding Paradise. Go read it! But not right now. So this main part of the plot line is kind of similar, but at the same time it puts my own, darker twist on things. So, check it out. If Percy is too OOC, sorry, but I need to make this unlike Finding Paradise, even though I'm making it close. And besides, I haven't read much about an out of control, extremely angry Percy, so it's different. So read on, if you're in the mood for a different Percy.

Anger. Rage. Pain. Fury. Massacre. Apocalypse. Suffering.

All emotions that drove me to my destructive actions. All emotions directing me to take out my pent up rage on the strawberry fields, the Big House, the hundreds of cabins. At this point, I don't care. I could destroy the world and not give a shit.

The strawberries stained the once-luscious ground with splatters of red ink, tainting the already dead field of grass. Cabins upon cabins turned to ashes, others crumbled to the ground in chunks of stone, and still others just vanished into thin air. The forests were incinerated; flaming branches littered the ground. The life was sucked out of everything I stepped by. I was the combination of Death and Destruction.

I roared, an ear-shattering, air piercing sound, breaking any remaining glass. The bellow must have been heard from miles away. I let loose a wave of fire, evaporating the entire shoreline. I trampled through the beach, sand scattering across the area. I was driven by my need to destroy. Everything that died just filled my lust for blood.

Spears and swords alike did nothing to penetrate my skin. My wings were razors, beacons of death. My claws sheared through skin like a knife through butter, and my talons gripped the ground with an unrivaled ferocity. I could only be described as a monster.

I stormed out of the camp through torrential blasts of fire, illuminating the night. I could see the carnage I had caused splayed out before me like a map of the world. I could see the havoc I had wreaked upon the world around me, and the lives I had taken came crashing down around me. I finally began to realize, I was a monster. Nothing more than a monster. A killing machine, promoting needless murder. Maybe even a fallen angel. A cross between a hero and the devil. But who was I really? Perseus Jackson.

Flashback

"I love you, Wise Girl," I spoke softly, leaning in to give my girlfriend a quick peck on the lips.

"I love you too, Seaweed Brain," she said.

I smiled as my stunningly gorgeous girlfriend walked off to her cabin. Gods… I was so lucky to have her.

For those of you who don't know, my girlfriend is none other than the gorgeous Annabeth Chase, architect of Olympus and a member of the Seven. The seven demigods of the second great prophecy.

Annabeth was a sole bright spot in my life. My family had driven me away, albeit unintentionally. The looks of sadness Paul and my half-brother Gary gave me when monsters killed my mom made my heart want to shatter. But it didn't. Not right then, anyway.

That all started when Grayson showed up at Camp. An arrogant, disrespectful son of Poseidon, he isn't deserving of the title of being my half-brother. And I'm not usually one to be mean to people, but this kid was an ignorant, egotistical prick. He hated me for being better than him. My guess is that this kid was some sort of spoiled child, the kind who always hung around with cronies and lackeys to do their dirty work, you know?

So anyway, I met the idiotic pinprick about six months ago, at the end of the Giant War. Apparently, peace is a foreign term to the fates and the creator. The jerk decided it would be a good move to get my friends to leave me. I have a feeling he knew something about my fatal flaw, either through outside influence (which made me extremely suspicious) or through other campers. So, this guy started playing dirty tricks, setting up pranks for times that my routine schedule caused me to pass through at the wrong time.

The Stoll brothers were some of my best friends. We were planning the coolest prank when it happened. We were going to hack into Malcolm's computer, steal all the files he had and all his eBooks, and copy them onto a hard drive. We'd wait for his reaction, and when he made more files, rinse and repeat for about a week. After driving him insane, we'd finally reveal to him that it was us the whole time, at which point we'd run for our lives. Sounds like a pretty good plan, right? And it was, until Grayson wrote a forged note to Chiron (in my dyslexic handwriting), explaining to him the entire prank. (Don't ask me how he found out about it. We kept the secret airtight.) Chiron then proceeded to give the Stolls kitchen duty for a month. When they found out who tipped Chiron off, they were sure to leave their mark, and let me know they never wanted to see me.

At this point, I could feel the first threads of loyalty falling apart, something that hurt my very soul. You form a bond, much stronger on your end than on theirs, and you hope, hope beyond hope, that their side of the bond stays strong. That they love you as much as you love them, but it isn't the case. My very heart felt as if it was being unraveled, being pulled apart. And it only got worse.

Katie Gardner was one of the nicest people I knew. She was always able to hear everybody out, and she was wise in her own ways. She loved to grow a myriad of plants, from sunflowers to daisies, to more exotic flowers. One such flower I had given her was moonlace, from Calypso's island, Ogygia. But even that didn't strengthen the imaginary bond enough. Grayson destroyed the garden, tearing the plants from the soil, and tossing them in the lake. With the campers impeccable timing, they arrived as I was investigating the plants. Children of Demeter ran off to tell Katie everything, and now the entire cabin hates me.

Another thread unraveled. Another stitch came undone. And I became more and more inclined to do things I would never so much as consider doing. I felt as if there was something I needed to do to cause destruction, but I buried the feeling deep inside myself, although I started becoming suspicious that something was off.

Clarisse and I never had a good relationship, but we were close to being friends. I guess it just wasn't enough. One simple crack of Maimer IV—or was it V—was enough to destroy my relationship with her, and her boyfriend Chris Rodriguez. False diary entries untruthfully depicting me hating everyone except Annabeth tore me away from the rest of the Seven, while simple rumors of me insulting Hephaestus children was enough to have the entire cabin hate me, and the Athena cabin already hated me.

With every broken friendship, my heart grew colder. Not Khione level cold, but in some ways worse. It wasn't pure heartlessness, but it was an inexplicable desire to destroy, or to kill. I don't know why, but it was there, and it was tormenting my heart and soul, both in good ways and bad ones.

But, through thick and thin, Annabeth stayed with me. She remained unaffected by Grayson, until a few days later.

"Annabeth!" I called.

I was searching for her amongst the clamor of Camp Half-Blood, unable to discover her location. I hoped to spend some time with her, seeing as everyone else was either unable to bear my presence or inclined to kill me if I made one wrong move. I shouted her name again, but to no avail.

I walked towards our private spot on the beach, trying to relieve my stress at being unable to find her. Just calm down. She's probably fine and just…

My train of thought trailed off as I witnessed the scene in front of me. A girl, blonde hair, and a guy, with jet black curls, having a picnic on the beach. I new by the hairdo that the guy was Grayson, and I wasn't about to come any closer to the scene until I heard the voice.

The voice, one that I knew and loved, had its love directed at another being. Another person, an idiot for that matter. My Annabeth, in love with someone else. She had shown know signs. I guess she just up and left me. For no reason…

End Flashback

And that left me here. After endless carnage and discovering I could become a demon. After feeling the bittersweet feeling of love and the hatred that stemmed from betrayal. I know who I am now. Get rid of the stupid titles of Bane of Kronos, Slayer of Gaea, and all that junk. I'm now the Avatar, not God, of destruction and slaughter. It's who I've become, and who I will be.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter. In the next few chapters, I'll be doing reactions to Percy's transformation/disappearance and the flashback events of this chapter, which'll probably be fairly cliche, and I'll be introducing the OC I plan to pair Percy with. Until then, The Primordials' Champion.