Percy didn't know what to think.

After all, he had literally went through hell and back for her. Braved the most horrible of terrors for her, and faced his darkest nightmares.

All in the name of love.

So, it was only poetic that his downfall be that of a regretful one, as lovey-dovey as possible. If Aphrodite and the Fates were working together on this one, he wouldn't have been surprised. After all, his life was already as screwed up as possible, so why wouldn't the goddess of Love feel that he might as well be used for her entertainment? If his miserable and pathetic self was currently being shown on Hephaestus TV, he would probably be honored to even be acknowledged by the Olympians.

After having a new son, Poseidon saw no more reason to visit and talk to Percy. He was too busy spoiling and pampering the new camper - Jack, was it? - to notice his elder son nowadays. Zeus didn't even care about Percy anymore, and most of the Seven had already disbanded, Jason and Piper going to college while Hazel and Frank went back to New Rome as the Praetors (Reyna had had enough of fighting, after losing Scipio and almost getting Blackjack killed. To be honest, Percy didn't blame her at all. He could actually relate, given his close relation with the Pegasus), and Leo and Calypso had gotten back to Camp Half-Blood somehow, and they had departed just a month ago to set up shop in Indianapolis - Leo and Calypso's Auto Machine Repair shop and Restaurant.

That just left him and Annabeth. And sadly, true love didn't actually exist in this universe. So, the Fates taught him a lesson he would never forget.

*LEMON INBOUND. AVERT YOUR EYES CHILDREN!*

It came in the form of his girlfriend half naked, all her clothing gone except for a gray hoodie which dangled on her, unzipped. Her bra was gone, and Percy could see her breasts clearly. Her shorts lay on the ground, panties soaked in wet juices - her cum, Percy guessed - on her stomach as she writhed on a tree trunk.

Did Percy mention that this was in the fucking afternoon, when there were little kiddos running around and in the forest nonetheless?

Anyways, he saw his half-brother Jack licking and slurping on her dripping pussy, as Annabeth tried to muffle her moans.

Jack was still fully clothed, and his eyes were clouded with lust and happiness. Must probably be so fucking pleased to know that he made the Hero of Olympus's girlfriend ditch him, Percy thinks.

But that's not all yet, folks, as Jack lifts his face to reveal a cum-stained mouth. And at this very moment, Percy realizes that they are both coated in sweat, and Annabeth is coated in... oh gods.

Here he was thinking that this was a dream, that Annabeth was just playing around, when all this time Jack was fucking his seed into her. Great. Add that to the long list of things that he did not need to know in this universe.

Annabeth puts her clothes back on, though she throws her panties together with her bra into a random location, and she puts on her shorts that now have a growing wet spot inbetween her legs. She whispers in Jack's ear, "Let's continue this at your cabin. I like it rough and bloody." She licks her lips seductively, making Percy wrinkle his nose in disgust.

*End of Lemon. Commence reading, dear readers*

Percy walks up to Annabeth and gives her a bitch slap that could've bested that of even Hera's.

In fact, the pure power behind that probably stirred Tartarus awake from his moping session in himself, reformed Kronos from his semi-gajillion particle rampage throughout the arid pit of Hades, woke Gaea once again from the Void, and probably angered Nyx even more.

"How could you," he seethes with rage, eyes burning and nose running. He grabs her by the collar, and he shouts at his full volume for the first time ever in his life, "HOW COULD YOU!"

Annabeth tries to squirm away, escape from the grasp of the enraged Demigod, but Percy is on a whole other level compared to her. This was the real Percy, mad and irrational, hotheaded and violent. Not the Percy she had took for granted, who was loving and kind. It doesn't take long before she realizes.

She's been played. Percy - he was planning this from the beginning. He had failsafes. But the prideful daughter of Athena saw him as brawny instead of the instinctive and cautious man he was.

"I hate you." His face is back to normal, but the words have no feeling. Just works spoken, but no intonation behind, no hidden malice. Just the words. He is unusually stoic, and his eyes... instead of the dull sea-green they normally were when he was annoyed or sad, they were pure black as the night. He radiated an aura around himself that brought around the familiar scent of death and destruction, life and creation.

Annabeth sees, for a split second, the rise and fall of kingdoms, the birth of Gaea, the making of the universe as it is finely woven together like thread, as a golden and black life string materializes before herself, power emanating out of it like the unstoppable force that is death and light. She sees the fall of Caligula, the end of Caesar, the defeat of Cleopatra and Mark Antony at the hands of the Romans, the death of Ouranos. She sees the fall of Othrys, a burning landscape that once used to be the beauty of Olympus, its magnificent statues and temples crumbling down, bodies of fallen satyrs, demigods and even the Olympians themselves on the ground, writhing in pain.

At the center of it all stands a lonesome figure, clothed in fabric as dark as Nyx, an epiphany of cries ringing out from under as if the souls of the dead had been absorbed in it. In his hands are two sickles, coated with ichor and blood, a silver shield holstered on the figure's back. His hair is obscured by a hood, and when he turns, Annabeth sees nothing but darkness as spacious as the Void, the figure's hands made of dissipating shadows. It draws a line across its neck, and Annabeth could swear that she saw the figure smile as laughter echoed through the air, and it became all and nothing, a jet of darkness that shot into the sky as fire trailed behind it.

She's pushed back by Jack, who stands up arrogantly to Percy. "What do you think- UGH!" Percy hurls him by the neck to the nearest tree, slamming him violently into the bark as teeth fall out of Jack's mouth, and Percy puts his hands on both sides of Jack's jaws, preparing to rip them apart.

Annabeth's quick thinking saves the day, and a silver knife, forged of a special alloy of Celestial Bronze and Stygian Iron, embeds itself into Percy's hand. Instead of falling and clutching his hand in pain, Percy snatches it out of the air, bending it with his fingers and twisting it into a useless chunk of metal, stabbing it into the tree as it goes in 5 inches deep. His hand has not blood on it, but molten silver, as if someone had made an automaton and powered it with melted Stygian Iron.

Percy grins savagely at Annabeth, his eyes an unfocused red now. He snarls, "You've got a heart to repay me back for, bitch." He makes a move for her arm, and jumps through the trees, Annabeth all but screaming as she was dragged along into the darkness.

He knocks her unconscious, as he carves Riptide into her back, forming the letters PA surrounded by a heart of blood. No doubt a wonderful parting gift, had it been Valentine's and the blood not actually blood.

And he leaves the couple there, making his way back to camp and hiding the bloodstains that have been splattered on his shirt as best as possible. It actually works, to his surprise, and he grins in realization that it'll be really long till the couple in the forest are discovered. He packs his bag with his daily essentials - money, toothpaste and a toothbrush, Riptide, his Minotaur horn, all his clothes. And he leaves the encampment via Mist travel, a cool new trick Poseidon had taught him, where he could manipulate his own atoms to merge with the surrounding water vapour, travelling as fast as sound if he wanted and rendering him invisible. He takes one last longing look at Camp Half-Blood, and he leaves for the unforseeable future.

Not knowing if there'll ever be one to return to.

Meanwhile:

Location: Omega 2, Capitol of the Universe, situated in the Void.

Ruler: Chaos

A long haired lady rests atop her throne, eyes a piercing shade of black, as miniature galaxies exploded within them. It is said by the best of the guards that when standing close to her, their life force seemed to be drawing towards her.

She was dressed in a leather jacket, red shirt underneath and a pair of tomboyish shorts that revealed her slim thighs. Her face was regally composed, though she looked on at her Royal Guards approvingly and benovelently. Right now, her normally carefree and youthful face was contorted with signs of stress and despair, as she looked on a human being - the most powerful demigod to ever exist, nonetheless with untapped potential still - leaving the safety of his camp and venturing onto the unknown.

She knew his name and she knew his true parentage.

He was no child of Olympus.

After all, a mother knows best, doesn't she?