Okay so I'm going to be completely honest with you all. This is the reason why CbS took so long to post. A collaboration with my good friend Fates Moonlight Demon because both of us love Game of thrones. But yeah, here is is, the briefly mentioned crossover.
For those who follow CbT and CbS, Fates Moonlight Demon has also posted a one-shot. A one-shot based on CbT. And one-shot that's an M that's based on Percy and Kronos (yes she posted a sex scene, and while I'm stating that it didn't actually happen in CbT (because the timings simply don't fit) it's still pretty good, minus the slight OOCness). But yeah, she was complaining to me that I get so many reviews but she doesn't, so please go over and drop her a review - I'm sure she'll appreciate it.
Chapter 1
It's only when the immortal flashes into the pavilion that the demigods act on high alert.
If they were under attack, they would have all been killed before they could raise a weapon against the man – that's as much as Percy knows. An instant later, another bright flash blinds them, notifying them of another immortal visiting.
Percy doesn't recognise them, something which increasingly comes to worry him. He's seen pretty much all of the friendly immortals, and a lot of the unfriendly ones too. Beside him, Annabeth rises from her seat, looking at them warily.
"Who are you?" Mr D demands, his eyes narrowing, purple energy sparking around his palm; ready to act if needs be.
"Someone who you do not wish to attack, godling," the first man says. Instantly, Percy crosses all of the gods off the list of possible immortals. That leaves Titan and Primordial, both of whom aren't very good options.
"Although we were hoping to achieve the attention of my grandson," the man continues. At the blank look, the man smiles faintly, idly scanning the campers. Percy's eyes briefly catch his, noting that the stranger's eyes are a bright blue, like the clear sky above. "Zeus," the man elaborates. "My grandson is Zeus."
The list narrows down to one name. "Ouranos," Percy says in realisation, "father of the Titans."
"Why is that the first thing everyone ever comes up with?" The Primordial of the Sky winces slightly.
The other man grins and pats him on the back. "No worries, my dear brother. We still refer to you by other things too."
Ouranos glares at him, thunder booming overhead echoing across the pavilion. "Most of which are not repeatable," he rumbles, turning back to Dionysus attention. "Zeus' presence is needed," he says bluntly.
Only a few seconds later, a lightning bolt crashes down and Zeus forms, looking uncertain as to whether Ouranos and the other Primordial are enemies or allies. A way to make an entrance. Ouranos thinks, rolling his eyes at his grandson.
"Ouranos," Zeus says stiffly, "we thought you couldn't form a body."
The Primordial scowls, a cloud quickly forming overhead. "Again. The first thing everyone ever says! 'Kronos this' or 'Kronos that'! What did it feel like to be scattered into the seas? Why did he do it? It felt very weird. And I was an awful father! Can we get past Kronos now?"
Sure, he was pissed that all the attention he ever got was about Kronos obliterating him. He'd kept his temper controlled for the lonely dreary centuries that passed him by. But now, it was driving him nuts and he was officially done with his son Kronos.
The other Primordial beside him coughs out of the awkwardness, extending a hand to Zeus as a warm gesture. "I'm Aether. Primordial of Light. Ignore Ouranos," his eyes flick to Ouranos' form before he sighs, looking back at Zeus. "He's always like this."
Zeus slowly shakes Aether's hand, eyes flicking back and forth between the pair. "Why are the two of you here?"
Aether grimaces. "Actually, that's part of why Ouranos is in a bad mood. It's about your father – his son – Kronos."
"I am aware of who my father is," Zeus says stiffly, his eyebrow twitches at the mention of his name. "And Kronos was scattered."
Aether smiles grimly. "Not exactly."
"Wait, what?" Percy says, the blood draining from his face at the thought of his nemesis being mentioned. "He's still alive?"
Aether sighs, shaking his head. "Not exactly."
"That makes no sense," Annabeth says, confusion written on her face. "How can he not be dead or alive?"
"Actually," Aether muses, "we're awaiting word from Chronos – the Primordial of Time, please don't confuse them, it gets Chronos into a hissy fit – about how it happened." Aether cringes inwardly at the thought of Chronos going on a mass rampage of death. "We just decided we'd come down before him."
And as if on cue, another Primordial shimmers into existence before them, not surprising any of the gods or demigods that lay in his presence. Percy's eyes are instantly drawn to this other 'primordial Kronos', noting the fact that Chronos had the same eerily similar eyes as the Titan, a timeless gold.
"Kronos is secured," he says gruffly, smoothing down his ruffled suit. "Chaos is keeping an eye on him."
"So he's alive?" Zeus demands angrily, rage boiling through his veins. "Can I kill him?" He'd whip a lightning bolt out of nowhere if he had the opportunity to bust the guts out of the Lord of Time any day.
The Primordial raises an eyebrow at Zeus. "As Aether was saying, he's alive, yet not. On Olympus, he did not die. He desperately – and very foolishly, mind you – attempted time travel." Chronos scoffs at the thought of the Titan's idiocy.
"Usually, it would work," he continues. "But part-way through the process, his conscious mind failed him, and he fell unconscious. Due to this, his body and soul were floating in the Abyss, until I located it – somewhere in the past around the age of the dinosaurs, despite him trying to travel forwards – and retrieved him. Which led to his awakening as soon as we stopped in Chaos' throne room, and trying to relieve the Creator of Everything of his head…" Chronos pauses and smiles wryly. "Needless to say, Chaos was not very impressed."
"And why have you decided to inform us?" Zeus asks sharply. "Just kill him," he bites out.
"That is not an option," Ouranos states. "If Kronos is killed, then Chronos has no one manipulating time. It is a rule that there must always be someone other than a Primordial with a domain. So Kronos must be kept alive."
"However," Aether adds, "just because he has to live doesn't mean he cannot change. This is where you come in." The proposal draws raised eyebrows from the gods, a few of the demigods perk up at the thought of such a proposal.
"Chaos wishes for you to choose one of several worlds, the chosen one is the one that Kronos will be dropped into," Chronos explains. "It will undoubtedly be very amusing and entertaining."
Zeus' attention is now clearly focused on putting Kronos through misery. "What are the options?" he questions.
"There are many different planets and galaxies out in the greater universe," Ouranos starts, "and Chaos has access to every single one of them. In this world, these other worlds and galaxies come across as dreams, as mere stories for entertainment. There is the Hunger Games universe, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Game of Thrones, and many more. Choose one, and Chaos will send Kronos there to live out a life until he has been redeemed in the Creator's eyes."
"Send him to the Hunger Games," Ares says, a smirk crawling across his face. "Make him compete." He would pay more than a hundred-thousand gold drachmas to see Kronos put through living hell.
"That was considered," Chronos remarks. "But that will encourage his actions. We wish to find a galaxy where he can choose on his own, where events may force him into certain actions. Where he can find something to live for, as far-fetched as it may seem."
"Which," Ouranos chirps in, "is why we propose the Game of Thrones world. Watching Kronos struggle through events will be highly entertaining," he begins to snicker, "and there are many opportunities for him to learn some humility throughout."
"Watching?" Percy blurts out.
The Primordial turns to him, grinning widely. "Yes, Perseus Jackson. I enjoy watching my son's actions, especially so when they cause him pain afterwards."
"As you can expect," Aether says helpfully, "Kronos and Ouranos have a mutual hate-hate relationship."
"Game of Thrones," Zeus muses, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Yes, that should be entertaining."
"Excellent," Ouranos says gleefully.
Chronos smirks, cracking his knuckles. "I will return to Chaos then." He flashes out with a sharp golden light blinding the demigods and Gods temporarily, leaving Ouranos and Aether to finish.
"I am a fan, Percy Jackson," Ouranos remarks, taking the opportunity to hold his hand out to Percy. Percy looks at it, then up to the Primordial's face then back to his hand again, hesitantly taking up Ouranos' offer and shaking his hand. "First Kronos, and then Gaea? Incredible. It's a shame I couldn't have done it myself, but Chaos said you all had to deal with it alone. Else I would have assisted in both wars." His body shimmered briefly, flickering before reforming. "Ah, I must go. I have no desire to use too much energy."
Aether tilts his head back before nodding slightly. "Yes, as must I. Chaos will ensure you can all view events as they pass." He follows Ouranos as the Primordials flash away.
Several minutes later, a screen forms above the table where Dionysus stands. Percy grins and sits back down.
"Where's my popcorn?" he laughs as the gods all summon chairs.
A plateau can be seen through the screen, a portal ripping apart the fabric of reality, and a cursing immortal appears, rolling like a sushi roll to an abrupt stop in the dystopian world that lay before him. After him, a Primordial steps out. One with eyes which change too often to be called a certain colour.
The first man brushes the dirt off his clothes, regaining his composure. "I understand your annoyance, but is shoving me through a portal truly necessary, Chaos?"
"Silence," Chaos hisses angrily.
Kronos' eyes flicker with rebellion as he draws himself up. "Go fuck yourself," he snaps. "I will do what I want. If that includes speaking until my voice gives out, then so be it."
Chaos presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose and lets out a long breath, before he turns and walks to the edge of the plateau studying the surrounding landscape, gesturing for Kronos to join him.
Kronos eyes the Creator warily, making sure he leaves at least a dozen feet between himself and the Primordial.
The pair stand on a plateau, the harsh landscape engulfed with the colour of chalk red, or it could have been blood - one couldn't tell the difference. Mountain ranges confine them from every direction, scattered across for thousands of miles. Only a speck of green can be seen, which is the closest living thing within their vicinity - a single tree. One would expect an army to be cleverly concealed within the crevasses of the mountains, but apart from that the area is deserted, nothing for miles and miles in what seems to be an uninhabited world to Kronos.
The sound of a distant crow cawing in the sky draws the pair of them out of their trance, Kronos looking towards the bird. He follows its path soaring high above the castles he's now noticed along the northern range, watching on until it is a mere speck on the horizon.
Finally, Chaos speaks. "Do you recognise where we are, Kronos?"
Black hair waves in the slight wind and Kronos stiffens, very obviously recognising where the two men are. His hands fist at his side. "No."
"I'll admit that the mortals have altered the land somewhat," Chaos muses turning to Kronos, "but not enough that you cannot recognise the land in which you were born. You lie to me."
"I would not dare," Kronos remarks, the bite to his tone all too obvious.
"It's a shame," Chaos murmurs, "the war between your brothers and you which caused you to all leave Westeros and curse the earth with your presences."
"Get to the point."
"The war between the houses. The Targaryens and their dragons… the Lannisters. Don't you think it's fitting that your life starts in this world, and so too it shall end in this world."
Kronos acts quickly, drawing his weapon, but Chronos appears behind him and moves even faster, knocking the scythe out of his hand, gripping his wrist. He feels Kronos hiss beneath him out of the pain, struggling in his grasp, lashing out at him. Chronos swiftly tackles the situation, twisting Kronos' wrist until the Titan's bone cracks. Chaos remains still holding his guard, trusting Chronos to secure the Titan.
Holding Kronos' arm behind his back, Chronos forces him to his knees before Chaos. "My apologies, my friend," Chronos whispers in Kronos' ear. "But this must be done."
Chaos grimaces as he turns to face Kronos. "I turned a blind eye to your actions in eating your own children, Kronos, something which I realise only now was a mistake; I have allowed you to continue for far too long." He clasps his hands behind his back. "Until now. Kronos, you will be stripped of immortality – if you die, you shall be sentenced to eternity in the Fields of Punishment, the Void, or Tartarus – and will walk amongst mortals. It will be a trial, to see if you are yet redeemable or if Chronos must seek out another being to raise to a Titan. If you are yet worthy of the title Lord of Time, or not."
The Creator holds a hand out and Kronos' scythe skips across the stones and dust into his palm, where it shimmers before changing into a simple steel sword with a worn leather grip. Chaos drops the sword at Kronos' feet, ensuring it lands point-first.
"I'm sure you are aware that this land – the land you were born in – is being torn apart by war. Choose something to fight for, Kronos, that you truly believe in – that is all the advice I will give you."
Kronos tries to lunge for Backbiter, but Chronos easily stops him, causing the Titan to grit his teeth. "This is against the Ancient Laws," Kronos snarls.
Chaos inclines his head. "No higher being may interfere with a lower being. But I created those Laws, Kronos, and I can create different circumstances. Exceptions. Beings whom will not be stopped unless I interfere." He nods at Chronos. "Lock time away from him."
Chronos grips Kronos tighter and moves his hand to cover the Titan's mouth. Discomfort would not be the right word to describe what Kronos was going through, torture merely doesn't take the title as well. The Titan roars and writhes as golden mist floats out of his body, Time seeping out from him.
Chronos releases Kronos, and Chaos grabs him instead before he can fall to the ground. Kronos stares up into Chaos' black eyes, his body shuddering violently, feeling his immortal energy being drained from him. Chaos smiles sadly as he brushes a strand of black hair out of golden eyes, admiring the helpless Titan straining against him. "I must apologise, Kronos, for what I'm about to do to you. No immortal should ever go through this, no matter who they are."
Kronos spits out a glob of ichor. "So you claim," he snarls. "Yet you've always lied to suit your own purposes."
"I have never lied to you. To others, perhaps. But never to you. I warned you and tried to help you. But you refused my help, and so you must do your penance for your crimes. In the process, others may prosper." The Primordial's eyebrows furrow together, and he moves to do the same as Chronos had.
His hand clamps over Kronos' mouth, tightening and he drags Kronos' divine energy from the depths of his being, meticulously severing the links between the Titan and immortality. Kronos' eyes roll back from the thorn in his heart, his body jerking as he tries to fight back and regain the dignity he's so desperately trying to cling onto. The muffled screams of the disgraced King echo across the land, as he flails in the fate of the agony he has been destined.
When it's done, when Kronos can no longer feel the power of immortality thrumming through his veins, Chaos has to support him as he sags; the sudden fatigue plaguing his body nearly makes him topple over. Blearily, he sees golden ichor painting Chaos' hand a stunning sheer gold. He spits onto the ground to clear his mouth of ichor and soon notices the bronze specks among the gold - bronze soon becomes red, the sign of immortality fading from his body.
The now former immortal Titan struggles for breath, despite Chaos still supporting him; he feels as if he's fought a war for years without rest, something which he knows well - the toll starting to take effect on his mortal body. Chaos supports him until his breathing evens out, until he's not labouring for every precious breath of oxygen.
Chronos holds Backbiter hilt first out to Kronos. "It would be a shame if I had to hunt down another Titan of Time, Kronos. You showed promise when you were younger. You still do, despite all you've done."
Kronos' jaw tightens, his expression murderous, his thoughts clouded with the scent of death, but he can still feel the power rippling off the two Primordials before him, acutely aware that he's only a mortal now. So he reaches out and takes his former weapon of power - at least the balance of the blade is still excellent. He's all too aware that he's barely standing on his feet as he glances at Chaos. "If I die?"
"Oh, you will," Chaos assures him. "Eventually, you will. However, the means justify the end. Maybe you'll find yourself in the Fields of Punishment, or Elysium? Maybe Tartarus again, having regained your immortality and redemption? Or the Void. All options are open to you; it depends on what you're willing to do. But death is the end for you."
And, before Kronos could respond - a furious retort forming on his lips - Chaos snaps his fingers to summon a pack, throwing it at Kronos. He grunts as the pack collides with his chest, feeling a slight pain ignite across his chest from the force it is thrown at, a sign of his mortality, before glaring at Chaos as he grabs it.
"Good luck, Kronos," the Primordial smiles down at him, before pushing the former immortal into a swirling portal forming from out of nowhere behind him, plunging Kronos into the abyss of darkness.
Don't expect an update soon. We only have six chapters finished and those took the whole of the summer to do. Consider this a teaser chapter to get you all excited :).
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