Prologue:

The truth is, I didn't want to be a god.

To see my loved ones age and die before me. Sure i could always visit them in the underworld, but that just wasn't the same.

You are probably wondering. What is this lunatic talking about, and no I am not crazy. Nor is this some bad joke.

I was born a demigod, son of Poseidon. To say that my life wasn't easy is an understatement. Not only was I never supposed to be born, but later I also had to deal with two great prophecy's.

You would think the gods would give me a break but no, things really went to hell afterwards. Who knew the saying "wrath hath no fury like a women scorned" was so popular.

Yep, dear old mother earth had a backup plan. I hope you got the sarcasm there.

Before we knew it the mist was gone. There was nothing we could do, oh we tried alright. Well more like other people tried, I was more into destroying things back then. In the end I was one of the leaders leading the rescue missions. According to my friends my fury was a sight to behold.

Why, well...

When people found out that the good old myths where true, they took it surprisingly calm.

Nope.

Styx no, it wasn't bad enough that we were being hunted by monsters, we also had to deal with the human ones. The gods of course were of no help. They could only watch in anger at how their children where being treated.

It hurt seeing children being killed, or send to camps like we were freaks that didn't deserve to live among them normal humans.

Those ancient laws really screwed us and the gods over. Where the titans could do whatever they wanted. The gods had to uphold them.

I can still remember the look of pure heartbreak on my fathers face. All he wanted to do was make sure I was safe, but the life of a hero almost always ends up in tragedy.

Now don't take me wrong just because our parent's couldn't directly interfere doesn't mean they let those fools get away with treating their children like monsters.

The gods made their displeasure known true some really nasty ways. Hera especially. All the times when she tried to kill off her husbands demigods coughherculescough was good for something I suppose.

And I can never look Hestia in the eye anymore without thinking about what she did with the homes of the extremists. If you could call it that anymore. Have to remember to never piss off nice aunt Hestia. The quiet ones really are the scariest of them all.

On the day I finally realised that I was being used by annabeth chase my ex girlfriend, nico di angelo died saving my life. Losing the person I loved broke something inside of me. My rage, anger, hate but most off all pain I let it all out. The world had to feel my hopelessness, my despair.

The people who were there described the rampage I went on, but I didn't care nico. My nico the boy who supported me through everything. Who made sure I survived facing off against Kronos. Who without hesitation went through tartarus for me. It couldn't be true, not him, not the son of Hades.

His eyes should have never looked so empty. I still remember everything like it happened yesterday. The overwhelming shame when jason told me nico was in love with me. The guilt for not figuring it out sooner. For hurting him. It wasn't until my father and Hades themself came to me that I let go off his body. After my rampage I went into shock. So much anguish because of one person. Nico always thought that he didn't matter, that no one would miss him if he died.

The irony off it all. After his dead it was like the world itself was grieving.

Enough about that part of my life. According through the fates. When we defeated Gaia and her giants. The seven of the great prophecy were supposed to have a happy ending. The mist never was supposed to disappear.

Someone had interfered with fate itself. My fate was to become a god with nico di angelo at my side, and live happily ever after. The two of us where soul mates. We were destined to be together. Everything has since then gone wrong. When I heard that I raved, cried, screamed. What was the point of telling me all of that if I could never be with nico.

It turned out that they had a proposition for me. One I took without hesitation if it would mean that I could be with him again, and finally tell him how i felt about him. How I have been such a fool. I would walk through tartarus if it would mean that I could hold him, love him. There really wasn't anything that I wouldn't do.

Of course there had to be a catch. They would send me back in time as a god. Where I would have to find out who it was that was messing with the fates. When I thought that they would send me back, I expected a decade maybe even two. Not thousands of years. Not to ancient fucking Greece of all things.

To this time I still have nightmares about those beautiful dark eyes becoming empty. Eyes that always should be full of life. But I finally got here. My nico has finally been born and safely hidden away in the lotus casino. It is almost time to stop acting like the goody two shoes I am definitely not.

My name is Perseus the god of the fates, loyalty, heroes, swordmanship, cunning and the elements. The oldest son of Poseidon one of the big three. I am known for being the only male virgin god. (Loyalty is my domain for a reason even though everyone thinks I am asexual.) For giving sanctuary too halfbloods and their families. I am also known for being one of the nicer gods. Hey I had to relies my stress somehow so pranks it is.

But I used to be percy jackson the hero of Olympus one of the many halfblood sons of Poseidon. I was named after Perseus the son of Zeus. Now he is the one named after me.