I Am Legend: Stomping Grounds

Summary: Perseus Ezekiel is not normal. He isn't even biological. He is a creation. Join an angel's essence to the strongest lineage alive, with people such as Altaïr, Ezio Auditore, Connor Kenway, Dmitri Petrenko, Alex Mason, John Price and Logan Walker (these being descendants of his own blessed people), and the blessing of Chaos, being a Son of Nyx and Tartarus, companion of the Hunt, and the Keeper of Justice... He is older than gods and titans, with powers untold, written forever into the books of history as the Ultimate Weapon, and he is back. But he is back bitter, angry, and sadistic, on a killing streak. And apparently, the only person that can stop this untamed loose cannon, is none other than Artemis, his best friend, hunting companion and protected one. Who would've thought, hmm? Artemis/Dark!Powerful! Percy. Massive AU rewrite of Percy Jackson. Kind-of crossover with AC and CoD. Also; it is in third person unless prompted otherwise. Also, incest, but who the fuck cares, right? Its PJO, incest is normal. First fanfic.

WARNING: Artemis/Dark!Powerful! Percy, blood & gore, cursing, romance, adult themes, angst, instant karma. Slight crossover with AC and CoD, and a helluva lot of cool fighting moves, some of which I may or may not have borrowed from Ryse: Son of Rome.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PJatO, AC, CoD OR R: SoR. THEY GO TO THEIR RESPECTIVE PUBLISHERS AND ARE NOT MY COPYRIGHT. ANY OTHER SIMILARITIES YOU MAY FIND TO OTHER STORIES ON THIS WEBSITE, I DO NOT INEND TO BE LIKE THEM UNLESS STATED THAT I HAVE ADOPTED!

Chapter 1

Not a single sound was heard in the young night as a man moved silently through the woods. The trees were swaying gently in the winter wind. A cold November rain fell, causing a slightly dewy smell in the air. As he passed through a gap in the trees, moonlight showered him in light, giving a view of the man. He had very pale complexion; moon kissed in other words. His hair was wild, but at the same time tamed. It was cut along the sides and rear, but spiky on top, though it was covered by a hood. He stood at 6 foot 4, and was of an athletic build, but seemed that he could carry the weight of the world on his shoulders without breaking a sweat. With a long face and high cheekbones, he looked like an angel (pun not intended), and his eyes... oh, his eyes! Deep violet orbs rimmed with gold and seemed to slowly form waves like the Pacific Ocean on a peaceful dusk (Fallen anyone?), which seemed to show his emotions. They pulsed with power, with each pulse; a sound like sonar was heard. He was searching for something. The giant thirteen foot wingspan of his midnight wings unfurled as he gave one last power pulse which illuminated him in a deep indigo light. We could now clearly see his astonishing apparatus.

An SC-2010 was slung across his back, criss-crossed with an Intervention sniper rifle, both covered by a massive Roman style shield, with the symbol of the balance (middle ground), the pit (bottom) and the night sky on it (top) in gold on a black background with purple trim. Across his lower back, again criss-crossed, were two twin scimitars. Two katana swords, one going vertical with hilt by his head and blade tip by his knees, and another one slung horizontally with hilt to the right and blade tip left. Three curved hunting knives were placed with one on each leg above the knee in a diagonal fashion, and one by his waist on the left in a horizontal fashion.

He had four gun holsters, with two M1911 Colt .45s on his thigh holsters, named Mustang and Sally (CoD Zombies), a Desert Eagle and an M9A1. He had an M9 Combat Knife strapped to the front of his belt, and a standard-issue Greek sword beside it. He had throwing knifes across his shoulders, and at the end, he had two seven-inch serrated machetes. More small knives lined his combat pants. His chest was an ammo storage facility, with all types of ammunition. Yes, he was ready for war. And then, he unfurled his wings fully and went in the direction he was facing.

He silently landed in the middle of a clearing, where a dozen or so men were standing around a girl, no older than 17, all looking at her in a hungry way. Snippets of conversation were caught by the man, and he deciphered one clear thing: paedophile gangbang (don't laugh; this shit happens in real world. Did I no mention adult themes? Oh well, you've been warned). He threw one of his throwing knifes at one of the men, which hit his jugular since he was sideways to the man who threw the knife. He gurgled out blood onto the girl, and promptly fell on her. The others turned to be met with nothing. On the other side, one of the men screamed in pain as a large sword impaled him through the genitalia, up to his gut and finally through the rest of his body and cut him in half. The bloodstained sword then met the head of the man next to the wielder, of whose head was gushing blood at a very fast rate after decapitation. The man sheathed the blade and took out a machete and the M1911 named Sally, and proceeded to cut the next man's arm off, ducking under a punch from behind him, chopped the offender's legs off before executing him with a bullet to the head. He rolled to the side to avoid a knife swing and threw his machete at the offender's head, effectively decapitating him. He then took out one of his hunting knives while spinning to the left and in one fluid move impales the guy's back with the knife before emptying the clip into the man and kicking the man off of his knife, which he threw at a fleeing guy, hitting him in the knee before he drew his assault rifle with which he shot the rest of the fleeing men. He retrieved his weapons before taking out his Desert Eagle, and approached the remaining survivor, the man that had a knife impaled in his knee, and swiftly rolled him over to look at him. His eyes were cold and merciless, promising pain. He looked him in the eye and asked the typical for a dying man. "Any last words?" "Who are you?" "I am known by many names, but you can call me Perseus. Tell that to Hades when you get there. Haste la vista." he pulled the trigger, and blood and brain matter flew everywhere. He returned to the girl, and instantly recognised said person. "Zoe Nightshade. Haven't seen you in a long while, and I don't even get a hug?" the now-recognised Perseus said.

Zoe was indeed in the form of a seventeen-year-old girl, yet she was over two thousand years old. Black hair, obsidian eyes, sun kissed skin... the looks of a Persian princess. As a daughter of Atlas and Pleione, she was very powerful. Indeed, the history books show what had happen to her, but not how she came to be in the hunters. That merit belonged to Perseus. Under the command of the moon goddess Artemis (or Diana in her roman aspect), she was rescued by Perseus, who upon a gruelling one-sided battle against Heracles, had tended to her and brought her to the hunters, who had at first deemed her unsafe. After the assurance from their mistress, and the powerful entity which radiated power like no other, they were forced- *clears throat* ASKED nicely to accept the new member of the hunt, and this powerful entity, who travelled with the hunt for the next few eons. Perseus, The One From Beyond The Pit, had an exalted status with the hunters. He was the big brother Artemis never had (and maybe something more...), the badass brother the hunters could prank and hunt with, the fatherly figure that was never present for Zoe... he was the one man they truly loved, the best thing that happen to them. But, alas, all good things come to an end. He was banished by Gaea in the first Giant War when he single-handedly defeated her in the bloodiest battle any man had ever attempted to describe. The sheer brutality of Perseus Ezekiel was unheard of, the rage and malice in his eyes, which burned with hellfire, made it hard for anyone to depict if he was friend or foe. He took down six giants by himself, including Prophyrion, and was in a blood rage. He was the angel of death, and he was covered in blood by the day's end. Once he had ended his epic duel with his aunt, he stabbed her through her heart, before being dragged down to Tartarus.

No one saw him for the next two and a half millennia, until now. What happened in the pit is a mystery to everyone; even the fates did not know what happen down there. All that people knew was that the death toll of criminals such as rapists, drug dealers, human traffickers, murderers and even corrupt leaders or politicians was growing rapidly. This alarming amount had reached such critical level; it had reached the ears of the Olympians.

Zoe looked at the man she thought of as a father, and ran to him, tears in her eyes at the traumatic experience (thankfully, they didn't even touch her apart from throwing her on the ground and fall on her as Perseus killed them) and the shock of finally seeing her "Ba" after so long. She jumped into his waiting arms, and hugged him as hard as she could. Her tears fell like a waterfall, and Perseus just held her tight, whispering soothing words and telling her he was back. She murmured into his arms, "I thought no one was coming... i-I thought I was going to die... I thought I had lost you!" he looked at her with a serene face, and a look of sadness crossed his eyes "for a few decades, I thought that too." He whispered with an almost inaudible softness in his voice. Zoe heard him, though, and cried harder. She had put up this facade for millennia, and in the matter of seconds it broke into millions of pieces. She did not notice the flow of time; it could have been minutes, heck, even hours before she stopped. Then, she laughed. "You know she's going to send you back to Tartarus again, right?" she asked, and Perseus' eyes turned so wide so quickly, she knew he understood. Then he sighed before letting out a small chuckle himself. God, it's good to laugh, thought Perseus, the last time I remember laughing was- no, Perseus, do not drag yourself there. He regained composure, but kept a small, sad smile on his face. Zoe's eyes softened, she knew her mistress' vow had taken a massive toll on Perseus. He had loved her, so much it had made him bitter the second she took the oath. In fact, most people were shocked, heck, even fucking Zeus was shocked. The hunters had been more shocked than anyone else. Then, Perseus disappeared, only coming back a month later, covered in blood, insanity and malice etched on his face, but his violet orbs gave it away to Zoë, who saw how broken he was. No one else had noticed the tear marks on his face, and as he fell onto his knees, only then did she see the tip of a blade protruding from his stomach. As he fell face first onto the ground, she noticed it was his own blade. At that point, as he was being taken to the medical tent by the hunters, she had seen the truth. She stayed with him that night, but could not sleep due to Perseus. He kept mumbling, "Why, my dear, why would you do this to me? Can't you see? It hurts." She needed not hear him say Artemis' name to recognize who he was talking about.

"You are thinking about her, are you not?" Zoë asked. A nod was sent, and she understood. "Do you wish to see her? She is not far..." she offered, and was surprised to see him smile and look at her with a happy look. "I know exactly where my mistress is, my dearest Zoë, my years away did not vanquish my blessing on her." He said with finality. He seemed to vanish in a purple light, only for a familiar black hellhound with violet eyes, silver shoes and tail to appear. He lowered himself onto the ground, and a mischievous glint lingered in the corner of the horse-sized hellhound as his paws and shoes lightened with purple hellfire. Do you wish to mount the ride, or will I have to do it like my kin and carry you by the scruff of the neck? Perseus asked Zoë, whose excitement had made her bounce up and down in glee. She just jumped on top of him and he ran to the nearest tree.

Olympus, Empire State Building, New York, USA

In the throne room of the gods, only three of the twelve Olympians were present, plus Hestia who was in the centre tending to the fire. Zeus and his wife, Hera, were talking quietly with Poseidon, when suddenly, Hades burst in through the doors in an alarmed pace. He reached Zeus and said only one thing: "he's back." Zeus frowned and asked, "Who is back?" Hades just sighed and told him "The One From Beyond The Pit! Perseus Ezekiel is back!" Zeus smiled, and looked at his brothers. "Let us call a meeting, and rejoice! Where is he, however?" Hades was about to answer, when a very loud "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPP!" sounded through the streets of Olympus. Poseidon laughed, and said "one hundred golden drachmas say he's with your daughter!" "i´m not putting a cent on that one..." mumbled a disheartened Zeus.

So? How was that? Good? Bad? Ugly? Makes you smile? Makes you want to projectile vomit? Too icky? Too loose? Gimme some feedback! I wanna know what you guys thought. I hope to continue this story, and if you guys give me some support and a lot of feedback, I might try to get my finger out of my ass and do longer and faster chapters. It totally depends on you guys, if you like It or not. Review, and I'll see you soon.

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~JP