L/N: Hey this is Leah. Sorry that we haven't been on for about a month or two, but we had problems with hackers and then Astra got arrested when they found her in a garbage can. Don't ask me why, I still have no idea. She ended up being held over night, but they let her go, since Percy knows a lot about her he said she's his cousin and that his dad hates her, but doesn't ever admit they're related. She might have to go to Child Services though, poor girl.
L/N: Anyways, here is a new, actual, fanfic we hope you enjoy it.
Olympus Throne Room
Trial
Why was this happening? It made no sense. Why would they do this?
Percy's thoughts flew through his head before his mind went blank. Nothing could change this.
After the last 'witness' spoke their words, the council got quiet. Zeus looked down at the chained demigod, chains holding him down on his knees, his arms sore even as he pulls against the Celestial Bronze chains. "We have heard the evidence and testimonies of the witnesses. What do you have to say in your defense?"
Everyone stared at him, but he kept his head low, arms spread apart by the chains even as he stood on his knees, back straight, arms locked, eyes closed. Only one lone tear fell from his right eye, and everyone watched it fall before it hit the ground, the tension making it feel like an earthquake as the salty liquid hit against the golden floors of Olympus, the golden floor of the throne room, as they awaited a response.
They received none.
First the crime of murders. One by one, he had killed the leaders of the camps in cold blood. He would use either his sword or bare hands to kill each one of them.
Gray eyes looking up at him. Annabeth Chase...- Blue eyes with determination and leadership. Jason Grace...- Caring brown, crinkled with age but never from breaking. Chiron the beloved centaur...- Kaleidoscopic, with love and kindness and bravery. Piper McLean...- Burning brown, sadness and yet mirth always within. Leo Valdez...- Onyx black, quiet but never shy. Nico Di Angelo...
Second, the vandalism of corpses, followed by torture. Agonized screams tore through the night and yet heard by no one, as he hid their cries of pain. He used again, only his sword Riptide or his bare hands.
Pale scarred body, drained of its muscle and tendons, left only as a sack filled with blood and bones. Frank Zhang...- Lightning blue eyes now dulled, the liquid in the eyes drained as well as the body. Thalia Grace...- Tanned skin littered with cuts and slashes, only the face untouched as the head had been cut clean off. Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano...
Third, the rape and sexual assault of male and female. Either tortured cries or silence of dead corpses, he had their firsts at their ends. Again he used only his body and bare hands and teeth.
Naked chocolate body, holes raw and breasts torn apart my hands. Hazel Levesque...- Lightly tanned exposed skin, bruises over the body, penis limp and balls empty, holes raw. Will Solace...- Tanned skin now pale and raw, scrapes and bruises all over body, including bites and nails. Hylla Ramirez-Arellano...
Fourth, the burning of live children in their godly parent's cabins, the only safe place now caging them in flames. He had left only burnt wood and marked stones, no bones able to be recovered. Use of only gasoline and matches.
Lucy, Camp Half-Blood...- Gwen, Camp Jupiter...
Fifth, the drowning of any leadership titled, cohorts of counselors alike. He held them underwater, not caring if they knew him or had any connection. Only his mind and will power were used.
Clarisse La Rue, Camp Half-Blood...- Dakota of Camp Jupiter...
Many crimes held against the clueless and ever-loyal boy.
Poseidon held his tongue, and turned away from his favorite demigod child. His tears were held back by his anger, his unrelished anger at everything and yet nothing as he saw the rigid form of his once beloved son.
Zeus rose from his throne, as did the others. Only Poseidon, Artemis, Hermes, Hera, and Hestia remained seated. Each of the standing Olympians raised their right hands, as if placing a blessing on the once known thrice Savior of Olympus. No, they wouldn't be blessing the child. They would curse him.
From Athena came the curse of mind. He would no longer be safe in his thoughts, and whenever he would rely on thought to come up with an answer he would find only pain, twisted and painful possibilities for him to choose from, his mind going for the worst of them all.
The power seethed through his entire mortal body. The pain flowed throughout his body before it vanished, giving the boy seconds before pain flared in his brain, his entire skull feeling snapped and scarred.
Athena lowered her hand, as her part was given.
From Aphrodite came the curse of heart. He would find one who drove him forward, one he trusted with his own life, before he would go after another and another, each time hurting his true love as more were added to his list of "bedders", his own heart shattering from disloyalty.
The feeling of anger and savagery ran through him, his body becoming of a monster, his teeth bared as he foamed, eyes covered by his long black hair, but not hiding the savagery and wildness of the now changed monster. It changed to guilt and pain, causing the boy to howl in pain.
Aphrodite lowered her hand as she looked at the shaking figure, then sat as her part was given.
From Dionysus the curse of madness. His combined the mind and heart, willing them to bend to insanity. The creature would be inhumane, having split personalities and multiple breakdowns and hysteria to break him.
Savagery and madness filled his very being. He flickered in his two chains, splitting into three or sometimes four different images of the same and becoming the original once more. He laughed as his hair flew back, eyes shattering under an invisible force and cracking like glass, his eyes colored with specks of gray, pink, and purple as well as his sea green irises.
Dionysus sat back in silence, his hand lowered.
From Ares came the curse of blood. He would become bloodthirsty, rages causing destruction as his speed became slower, lower agility, and no strength.
His body weakened at the red flow, his hands shaking as his mouth slobbered from thirst, his struggle against the chains slow and weak. Yet something inside him changed, a development from the mixed curses. Inside he began to break down, his strength, speed, and agility turning to nothing before slowly growing, the instincts growing as well, holding the knowledge of power behind his act of small and frail.
Ares sighed, relieved his part was given in the way he had hoped. A powerless mindless creature would be quick to perish.
From Hephaestus came the curse of craft. He would feel the need to build and create, and his need would cause him to create his own death, as nothing he built would ever work.
Flames engulfed the boy, causing screams to come from the figure inside. The fire melted his skin and burned his eyes, his throat burned and boiled by flame. But again his body evolved in silence, the destruction of his sight causing him momentary blindness, before his eyesight became greater, increased by tenfold. All of his senses became heightened, his hearing smell and taste as increased as sight, speed, and strength.
Hephaestus fell back in pain, his hand lowered. He hoped his part was given correctly, blinding the boy and making him useless, the need to build evident in the multicolored and cracked eyes of the demigod.
From Apollo came the curse of skin. His body would shrivel in itself, making the creature look as horrible as it is inside.
He felt the weakening once more as he lulled in his insanity, slobber and foam dripping from his mouth as he felt it all. Once more the boy changed, his body planning to morph freely once out of the presence of the 'cursers'.
Apollo smiled as he lowered his hand and sat down, his part given. He loved the shriveled and weak look of the boy beneath their feet.
Lastly came the curse of Zeus, which combined his and Demeter's into one: the curse of power hunger and ache. No plant would heed his need, and he would grow into a dark thing that searched for power in a weak and shriveled body, wanting more.
He did not even feel the last two, as they changed to what they were not to become. He felt power course through his veins, his mind shattered and yet still somehow plotting. His body started to enhance itself, twisting the meanings of the curses to his will.
Demeter sat with her arm lowered while Zeus stood over the thing that had once been his beloved nephew.
"This is what you have bestowed upon yourself, and you shall live with the power of immortality, returning to your prison every time you die." He lifted both arms, lightning flashing outside as the smaller gods and both Greeks and Romans watched the creation of a monster from a once known hero. "Perseus Jackson! You are hereby sentenced to Tartarus, for as long as you may exist!" His voice thundered as the throne room shook, a crack opening between Zeus and the new insane and banished Percy Jackson.
"If you would ever return, it would be to defend Olympus from those you befriended as allies."
Then, the world plunged into darkness.
L/N: There is a big reason as to why this story is rated M. Review and Enjoy.