I Do Not Own PJO

A/N: Special thanks to roger9481 for this brilliant idea.

Prologue:

Percy Jackson POV:

The Giant war was finally over. And so was my whole life. Annabeth and I had traveled through Tartarus, trying to brave its nature. We were strong, and it seemed that together, Annabeth and I might brave this. But all good things come to an end in Tartarus. I was immortal at that moment as I had bathed in the River Styx to help in the war efforts. Annabeth was not immortal though. And she died. Tartarus embraced and swallowed her essence. Leaving me there alone, sad and angry. No one ever told me what really happened, but they had seen it all. My rage, and the death of Tartarus. Yes, I had killed Tartarus. It was an unfair fight. You might think that my rage fueled my to win this war and my love for Annabeth, but Tartarus was still 10 times stronger then me. Its taunting had been its downfall. Tartarus had talked about wanting a mortal body and said I was perfect. He had stabbed me with its essence, and while it laughed, I killed it, gaining its powers. After that, Gaea was a twig compared to Tartarus, and I she was slain in a matter of seconds. After that, everyone drifted away from me. The Olympians had voted on killing me, but they did not dare approach my locked cabin, lest they wanted another Titan war. I could kill everyone here, anyone and everyone with the power of Tartarus. It was not like I did not want my friends... I did not need them. All I yearned for was Annabeth, and she was stuck inside me. I could not even charge in to Tartarus again, there was no way to get her out...

And now I was realizing that I was controlling Tartarus, and I did not know how long that would last. I know what Tartarus meant by injecting his essence in me. He was a piece of me, I could control, mostly because of my Curse of Achilles. But now that my anchor to the curse of Achilles had permanently been eradicated, I did not know how much longer till I could not hold on. And I felt like I did not want to hold on. By allowing Tartarus to take control, he could eradicate the gods, who led by the idiot Zeus, were taking there anger out on the world. They thought it was unfair that they could not have a part in killing Gaea, so Zeus gave out the order to start attacking mortals, until I surrendered myself. I knew what the real reason was. Zeus wanted to absorb Tartarus's power from me, but I would never let an egoistic idiot like him control such a mass power. The best way to take revenge on the gods, was by letting Tartarus loose on them, for not protecting me and Annabeth. Tartarus would be a better ruler then them... no I would be a better ruler then them. For I am Tartarus, and I will find a way to take revenge for my Wise Girl, and bring her back. I did not need any of the gods. The world was devastated by the mayhem the gods were causing right now, I could save it. The monsters would be unleashed, but all would be under my control. The camp would not see it coming.

They would be overtaken and made in to my personal army. If they resisted, they would be forced. Demigods must unite against the gods. I would have spared the minor gods and primordials, but they were also causing mayhem left and right, they did not deserve to live. I would kill everyone. The demigods will be the permanent Heroes.

For I am Tartarus. And This Is In my POWER.

A/N: sorry for this being so short. I needed to set the scene for the story. This was the only way. It is going to get a lot longer. Longer chapters I promise. Thanks for reading.

Until Next time,

YungHomer