AN- Hello, welcome to my new story. This is an idea that came to me a few months ago, and I am finally putting it into words, now. This story will contain lemons, so beware, and other adult content. This is kind of a 3 way crossover, with the T.V Series Lucifer and Supernatural, and of course, Percy Jackson. The characters from canon will definitely be OOC. So, without further adieu, let's get into the story, hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1: A Deal With The Devil
I ran away from my home, away from the monster that just killed my mom. Right in front of my very eyes, my stepfather Gabe, or Smelly Gabe, as I liked to call him, stabbed my mom in a drunken rage. I watched him do this from my bedroom, the door cracked open enough for me to peak through. Once I saw what happened, I ran to my window, opened it, and climbed down the fire escape.
Once my feet hit the pavement, I took off in a sprint, and ended up where I am now. On a deserted dirt crossroads. I stood in the centre of the crossroads as I fell to my knees, crying out in grief, and pain from running for so long.
"Help me!" I cried, "somebody help me. Take away the pain!" I continued telling into the open air. "I'll do anything, just help me," I begged, much quieter now.
"Anything you say?" An accented voice asked from behind me. I turned around to see a tall man, dressed in a black and white suit.
"Who are you?" I asked through sniffles.
"Well, I'm Lucifer Morningstar of course!" He said in a joyous tone. I cocked my head to the side, confused.
"Who?" I asked again, not recognizing the name. This Lucifer guy, sighed deeply before speaking.
"The Devil, you know. Satan, the King of Hell, Punisher of All Evil!" He said, naming his many titles, extravagantly. But I was in shock after the second word he said. "The Devil," I mumbled to myself. "I've heard of you," I replied.
"Oh great!" He replied happily, "So, back to the reason you called me here," he said, "you looking to make a deal?" He asked, "One to take away your pain, I'm guessing," he continued.
"Yes, I need you to take away my pain," I replied, thinking about my mom.
"Okay, what do you have to offer?" Lucifer responded.
I started thinking, I left all of my belongings at home where Smelly Gabe was, so I couldn't go back and get them; I didn't have anything to give him. "Um, I don't really have anything to give you, mister," I said.
Lucifer chuckled, "Oh please, call me Lucifer," he replied joyously, "and you do have something that I want. Something really special,"
"Really?" I asked, curious, "What is it?" Lucifer started walking towards me, stopping just in front of me. He bent over and placed his hand in the middle of my chest.
"Your soul, of course, you've got quite a powerful one," he said, eyes closed, "yes, I very powerful one, I can feel it right now,"
"Uum," I crawled backwards a few feet, "what do you mean?" I asked, a little freaked out.
"What I'm talking about, is a deal. Your soul, for me to take away your pain," Lucifer replied.
"That seems a little one-sided, don't you think?" I asked, feeling like I was about to be taken advantage of, and not in a sexual way.
Lucifer sighed and stood up straight, "Agh, you're right, of course," he then wrapped one arm around his torso and placed his other arm on it, his hand on his chin, as he started mumbling to himself about what else he could offer me, "Aha!" He exclaimed, "how about I turn you into a demon? Your pain will disappear, and you won't have to live by humanities rules," he proposed, "and best of all, you'll get powers,"
I immediately perked up at that, "Powers, really?" I asked, hoping that he was serious.
"Why of course," he replied, a smile on his face, showing off his pearly white teeth. "But first, I'll need a feel of your soul," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked. Lucifer looked at me, stepping closer once again. "Don't worry, it won't hurt, I just need to touch your forehead," he reassured me.
Seeing nothing wrong with that, I nodded my consent. In a second, his hand was on my forehead, and I felt something enter my mind. Then in a matter of a few seconds, he pulled his hand away.
"Oh my," he said in shock, "this changes everything. Your special, very special, and you just might be perfect to rule once I'm gone," Lucifer pretty much mumbled to himself. "What are you talking about?" I asked.
"You don't know, do you?" He said, looking at me, "you're the son of a god. Percy, how about we change our deal a little bit, okay?"
"Wait, a god?" I asked, wanting to know more about what I have to do with a god. "Yes yes, you're a demigod, but we'll talk about this later, after we've made the deal," he responded hurriedly, "Now, how about this? You can become my apprentice, my right hand man. I'll take you under my wing, teach you, train you, until you are ready to replace me on the throne, all for your soul," Lucifer suggested, knowing that he was getting the better part of the deal, as he will be getting the most powerful soul he's ever had.
"What throne?" I asked, the word "throne" catching my interest.
"To put it simple, you'll become a king once you're ready," Lucifer replied with an exasperated sigh, probably from my many questions.
"A king, really?" I asked, I was giddy, and was near the point of jumping up and down, while clapping my hands.
"Yes, a king," was all he said in response. I smiled a full toothed smile, "deal," I said, accepting the offer. Lucifer smiled, "okay, put 'er there," he said, stretching out his arm for a handshake. I gripped his hand firmly and shook it, a loud burst of thunder sounded above. Lucifer then breathed in deeply, before letting out the air he just took in, "wonderful," was the only thing he said.
"Alrighty then, but for you to become my apprentice, and enter Hell without dying, you'll have to become a demon right now," Lucifer announces with a devilish smirk, "but don't worry, the transition is quick and painless," he assured me.
I nodded my head nervously, "oh okay, do it," I said, taking his word for it. Satan himself, placed his hand on my head, and with a deep breathe in and out, he started the transitioning process. I have two things to say. One, he lied. Two, he only lied about the transition being painless, because it hurt like a bitch.
I writhed in pain for a few seconds until Lucifer pulled his hand away. I fell to my knees, breathing heavily, I looked up at him, a little pissed off, "I thought you said that wouldn't hurt," I angrily said through clenched teeth.
"Oh please, that's nothing. That's only the first step, I'll have to do that everyday for the next year for you to be ready to take the throne, and each time the pain will be worse," he replied, dismissing my pain with a wave of his hand. I stood up, I was angry, I wanted to rip out his throat. Unknowingly, my eyes turned black, the sclera and everything. "Make that 11 months, your eyes have already come in. Although they may change by the time we're done," he said, noticing my eyes.
"What?" I asked confused, my anger quickly dissipating and being replaced wit confusion.
"Oh yes, you don't know do you? Demons have fully black eyes, but they can cover them up with their eyes from when they were human," Lucifer informed me. I nodded my head to the new information. "Do you feel different now?" He then asked me, "Do you still feel the pain from your mothers death?"
"Now that you bring it up, no," I replied.
"Good, you shouldn't feel any emotions now, except for anger," Lucifer said, enlightening me.
"I'm guessing that's because I'm a demon," I said, to which Lucifer nodded his head.
"Anyway, let's go home shall we?" Lucifer said with a smile. I nodded my head in agreement, "off to Hell we go," and with a snap of his fingers, we were gone.
Time Skip (4 Years Later)
I pushed open the doors that lead to my surrogate father's throne room. During my four years in Hell, Lucifer has become a fatherly figure to me, so I have taken to calling him my father, as my actual father was never around, because he was off doing whatever gods do.
Anyway, today was my sixteenth birthday and I would be receiving two things today, which is the reason why I was in the throne room. I stopped in front of my father's throne and bent one knee, "Father," I said respectfully.
"Ah, there's the birthday boy!" Lucifer responded happily, in his British accent. For some reason, Lucifer was always happy. When I thought of the Devil, I never thought that he'd be so jovial. "Today's the big day, Percy! Today's the day you will become immortal and take over the throne, and become the King of Hell," I smiled up at him as I stood up front kneeling position.
"I am honoured, father," I said, expressing my feelings.
"Great," Lucifer stood up, walked down the steps that led up to his throne, and stood in front of me. He placed two fingers on my forehead, "Are you ready, son?" He asked me. I nodded my head. Then, Lucifer concentrated, and I felt a foreign power enter my body. It traversed my body, flowing through my veins. The gift of immortality coursed through my body.
"Percy, you are the strongest demon to ever walk this earth, stronger than Lilith or any of the Princes of Hell, maybe even stronger than them all combined, and you will be the first demon to ever sit on the Throne of Hell, other than me, Satan himself," Lucifer said, praising me, "the throne is yours," he said, stepping out of the way, and dramatically sweeping his arm, presenting the throne to me.
I took a few steps forward, before walking up the steps. Once I stood in front of the throne, I turned around and faced my father, who was smiling at me. He made a "go on" gesture, so I did as he said. I sat down on the throne, resting my arms on the armrests. A sudden boom echoed all throughout Hell, signalling the new king. At the same time, a crown made of obsidian, with a golden outline, and rubies embedded in it, appeared on my head. I could sense all of the demons in Hell bowing to me, their new king. A trident, also made of obsidian, appeared beside the throne, standing upright.
"Thank you, father," I thanked, to which he just nodded his head once, the smile still on his face. "What will you do now, father?" I asked curiously. In all my time in Hell, Lucifer never told me why he was passing Hell over to me.
At first, he sighed and let a few seconds go by before replying, "I'm not sure, to be honest. But I plan on going upstairs to earth, possibly America, I heard that there's a city of angels there, maybe I'll meet my brothers and sisters there," he replied with a little laugh at the end.
"You mean Los Angeles?" I asked.
"Ah yes! That's what it's called!" He replied joyfully.
"What do you plan on doing there?" I was confused as to why he would want to go to America.
"Oh I don't know, but it must be less boring than here. For millennia, I have been cooped up in Hell, never being able to leave without being summoned by some poor sucker who wanted to sell their soul," he replied frustrated.
"I was one of those poor suckers," I said dejectedly, "but if you're only able to leave Hell when summoned, then how do you plan on leaving now?"
"You weren't calling for me specifically," he replied, to the first thing I said, "and because, your soul gave me enough of a power boost that I am able to break out of the chains that hold me down here," he said, informing me of how he is able to leave. "Just so you know, the chains that hold me here, won't attach to you once I'm gone,"
"My soul was that powerful?" I asked, more to myself this time, "good to know" I said, referring to his last comment.
"Of course it was, you are the son of Poseidon after all. He's one of the strongest pagan gods. Nothing compared to you and I, though. Oh would you look at the time, it's time to leave. Come here and give your old man a hug," my father said, gesturing new towards him with open arms.
I stood up from my throne and walked over to him. I embraced him in a hug, if I was subjected to every emotion, I would be sad right now. But alas, I am only able to feel anger, so I wasn't sad one bit.
"Hopefully we meet again, father," I said when I pulled away.
Lucifer smiled, "hopefully not in this hellhole," he replied with a chuckle at his pun. I couldn't help but laugh a little either. He then gripped my shoulder and said, "goodbye, son," and he was gone. I simply turned around and walked back over to my new throne, and sat down.
Just as I sat down, I heard a girl calling for the Devil. As the King of Hell, I figured that that made me the Devil now, as it is more of a title than a name, unlike Satan, which my father could still be referred to as. "Duty calls quick," I said to myself, before bursting into a cloud of smoke and disappearing into the ceiling of the throne room, and finding my way to the girl calling for me.
When I appeared at the crossroads that I was summoned to, I was intrigued right away to the beauty of the girl who summoned me here. That wasn't the only thing that intrigued me. The power that she radiated. After a second or two of digging, I realized, that like me, she was a demigod, a Greek one too. Daughter of a sky god, is what I'm thinking.
"Hello there," I greeted to the demigod, who had her back to me. She jumped when she heard my voice, as she didn't notice my presence.
She quickly turned around, pulling out what looked like a canister of mace. But I was able to see past the enchantment, and could tell that I was actually a spear, "Who are you, and how did you get there?" She demanded, staring at me menacingly.
Without batting an eye at her hostility, I replied, "I'm the person you were calling for, and I got here by teleportation," I finished with a dashing smile, showing my perfect white teeth.
She lowered her canister of mace, and furrowed her eyebrows, "you're the Devil?" She asked confusedly, "I didn't think that this would actually work,"
"Newly appointed, and in the flesh," I replied, as I spread out my arms and did a little spin.
My reply just seemed to confuse the Greek demigod even more, "What do you mean by 'newly appointed?'" She asked, making quotation marks with her fingers when saying 'newly appointed'.
"Well," I started off with, "I wasn't the King of Hell slash Devil, up until," I turned my head to the side, looked up, and gripped my chin with my hand, as I pulled off a 'thinking' face, "I would say five minutes ago,"
"Wait, hold up," the demigod said, "does Hell have a different king every once in awhile?" She asked.
I shook my head, "Oh no, the Devil before was the Devil that you hear of in the Bible and stuff," I informed her, "a few years ago, I was in the same position as you, and Lucifer took interest in me being the son of Poseidon, so he made me his heir. I just now, became the King of Hell,"
"Oh my gods, so much information," the demigod beauty said, gripping her head, "you're a demigod? And a child of one of the Big Three?" She finally asked after a couple seconds of silence. I just simply nodded my head in response, "how old are you?" She then asked.
"Sixteen," I replied, "I know about the Great Prophecy, and I know that I am a candidate for it. But if I were the Prophecy Child, then I would be caught up in a war right now, as I am sixteen," I told her.
"That's because I was the Prophecy Child," she told me, "I'm seventeen, and the war was one year ago," that shocked me, how did my father not hear about that? After all, he is, er was, the King of Hell.
"Wow," was all I said, "I figured that if a war was going on, my father would know of it," I responded with slightly wide eyes.
The demigod of, I'm guessing, Zeus, now that she mentioned that she is a child of one of the Big Three, as she smells of ozone, was a little confused again, "your father did know of it, he was in it," she told me, referring to Poseidon.
I shook my head, "no, not Poseidon, I'm talking about Lucifer," I sold my soul to him just before I turned twelve, and have been living in Hell since then. He became a father to me, so that's what I call him," I apprised her. She made an "O" shape with her mouth. "Anyway, we've done all this talking, yet I haven't learned your name yet, Daughter of Zeus," I said.
A look of realization appeared on her face, "The name's Thalia," she replied, "what's yours?" She then asked, holding out her hand for a handshake.
I smiled, "Well, nice to meet you Thalia, my name is Perseus, but please, call me Percy," I said, reaching for her hand, but instead of shaking it, I turned it upwards and kissed her knuckles, all the while, keeping eye contact.
She blushed lightly. "How did you know that I'm a daughter of Zeus?" She asked me to try and ignore her rosy cheeks.
"I could tell by your scent that you were a child of the sky, but once you said that you're a child of one of the Big Three, I knew that Zeus was your father," I answered. The beautiful demigod, now known as Thalia, just nodded her head in response. "So, princess," I said, "what brings you to summoning the Devil?" I asked.
Thalia growled, "first of all, don't call me princess," she said, ticked off, "second, because I need your help,"
"Well, your father is a king, so wouldn't that make you a princess?" I asked. "And, I am always here to help," I said, offering my services.
"I guess so, but don't call me that, it's too girly," Thalia grumbled, crossing her arms under her breasts.
"Okay," I agreed, "so what do you need help with?" I asked, changing the topic.
Thalia sighed deeply, "I want a better life. For years, I watched as my friends and family were killed in a war that depended on me, all because of some stupid prophecy. Now, after encountering countless deaths of friends, I don't want to be apart of that life anymore. I want to be free, to make my own rules, and I am willing to give anything for it," she finished, and I couldn't help but notice a resemblance between her and I.
She's here, at a crossroads talking to the King of Hell, after watching people she loved die. Four years ago, I was in the same position as her, running away from my life after watching my mother get murdered. But, I got my revenge. When I was fourteen, I abducted Gabe and tortured him until nothing but a mindless vessel remained. I shook myself out of my thoughts, remembering that I was amidst a deal.
"Are you truly willing to give anything for what you want?" I asked, "because I can give it to you, if my price is met," I said, gazing into her eyes, unknowingly unnerving her.
"Yes I am, name your price," Thalia firmly replied.
I gave her a maniacal smile, "your soul," all the blood in her face dispersed to different areas of her body.
"M-my soul?" She asked nervously.
"Yes, your soul," I answered, "that's the only object that is worth something to us demons," I let her know, "but tell you what, if we can agree on this, I'll make you a demon right away, instead of when your time is up," I bargained, "making you a demon right now, would mean that you would be free from all of humanities rules," I said, remembering what my father said to me when we made our deal.
"Uh, first off, what do you mean 'when my time is up?'" She asked.
"When a deal is made, usually, you would only get a decade to enjoy your wish, then hellhounds would come and collect your soul. Where it is then brought to Hell, and tortured until it becomes a demon," I apprised her, "but, for you, I could make the transition process much less painful. Instead of being relentlessly tortured, I will just attack your mind until all of your purity is gone,"
Thalia's eyes were wide, "wow, okay," she said. It was silent for a few seconds, as Thalia was thinking, "so what you're saying is, I could either accept the deal, and for ten years I could enjoy life as a regular person, but then be tortured for who knows how long, until I become a demon. Or, I could immediately become a demon, and only experience a fraction of the pain that would come from torture, and I still get my part of the deal?" She asked me, pretty much summarizing everything I said.
"Yeah, that seems about right," I answered.
"What's in it for you?" She then asked.
"What's in it for me, you ask?" I said, "Well first of all," I said, stepping closer to her. Thalia seemed to be frozen on the spot as I closed the distance between us, "I get a beautiful demigod to keep me company in Hell. It does get quite boring down there," I now stood right in front of her, inches apart. I grabbed her chin with my hand and raised her head up, so that we could make eye contact. I could hear her breathe quicken, "second of all, I get a powerful soul much quicker, instead of having to wait a decade," I started to lean down, until my face was hovering just above her's, "so, so we have a deal?" I asked in a whisper.
Thalia nodded her head up and down quickly, "yes," she consented, quietly. Suddenly, I closed the distance between us, smashing my lips onto her, engaging in a kiss, to seal our deal. Kisses were a common way to seal deals between a human and a demon, but usually it would take much more to seal a deal with a demon of my stature. But, I decided to make an exception this one time, as I wasn't in the mood for sex.
Anyway, back to Thalia and I. Thalia quickly started kissing me back, her hands grabbing my head to pull me lower, making my hair messier than it already was. Myself on the other hand, my hands traveled down her body, stopping when they found her ass. Each hand gripped onto an ass cheek, as we made out. We were both trying to pull the other to ourselves as close as possible.
After awhile of kissing, we pulled apart, gasping for air. I looked at Thalia, her face was red. All of a sudden, I felt a power surge throughout my body. After a couple seconds, I was feeling much more powerful, and that's when I realized that I had just received Thalia's soul. I was literally glowing from the power boost.
Before I could say anything, twelve golden flashes appeared at the dirt crossroads Thalia and I stood on. I stared right into the lights, looking at the Greek Gods true forms. They were beautiful beings, looking like, well, gods!
"Who are you, and what are you doing here!" Demanded a man dressed in a suit and tie, with a glowing bronze rod in his hand, pointed at me.
"You must be Zeus!" I said enthusiastically, happy to meet the King of the Olympian Council, "You're Thalia's father," That's when everyone realized that Thalia was there.
"Thalia, what are you doing here?" Zeus asked his daughter, but before she could reply, I cut in.
"We just finished making a deal," I said.
This seemed to enrage the Lord of the Sky, "What deal?!" He demanded, "and you still haven't told me who you are!"
I sighed, I never knew that Zeus would be a temperamental brat. I only summoned my trident to me, as my crown was already on my head, "I am the Devil, the King of Hell, Punisher of All Evil," the clouds above us moved to cover the sun, darkening the sky. Lightning started to strike the ground behind the gods, illuminating me. On the trees behind me, a shadow of giant wings appeared, my eyes glowed through the shadows covering my face.
The entire Olympian Council looked like they just pissed themselves, at the mention of my name, my show of powers, and because of how scary I was looking. Abruptly, the shower of lightning stopped and the clouds disappeared, letting the sun shine once again.
I then did what they were least expecting, I fell to the ground, clutching my stomach as I laughed my ass off. In between laughs, I managed to say, "you should see all of your faces, they're hilarious!" I continued laughing for about a minute, as the pagan gods just looked on in confusion.
"Enough!" Zeus shouted, and seeing that things were getting serious again, I listened. I stopped laughing and stood up, dusting myself off as best as possible. "What deal did you make with my daughter?!" She asked infuriated.
"A deal for her soul, of course, I am the Devil you know," I responded nonchalantly.
"What in the name of the gods?" Zeus said in disbelief, "Thalia, why would you do that?" He asked, turning to his daughter.
Thalia was close to tears, "because I'm tired of living this life where I watch the ones I love be killed," she brought her hands up to wipe away her tears.
"Thalia, come here, I'm bringing you back to camp," Zeus replied, raising his arm in a beckoning motion.
"I'm afraid you can't do that," I interjected.
"Of course I can, I'm the King of the Gods, I can do whatever I want," he boasted in retaliation.
"That may be true, Zeus, but only in your own pantheon," I counterattacked, "Plus, a deal for a soul cannot be broken once it is sealed. And Thalia and I, have already sealed ours. That's why you guys are here. My power boost from her soul, alerted you guys of my presence," I informed him.
Zeus looked angry, "I am the most powerful of the gods, and if I want my daughter, I will take my daughter!" He demanded, trying to seem scary, but unfortunately for him, he was talking to the King of Hell. I was the definition of scary, "Now, I will tak-"
"Silence!" I yelled and with a snap of my fingers, I took away Zeus' voice. He was kissing me off and if he didn't shut up soon, I would have killed him. "Is there anyone more reasonable who I can talk to?" I asked, gazing at the other Olympians.
None were brave enough to step forward, except for one. A man with a scruffy beard, cargo shorts, sandals, a loud beach shirt, and a trident in his hand. "Oh, you must be Poseidon," I said, acknowledging him, "I never thought that I'd meet you, father," I said, to his confusion.
"Father?" He asked questioningly.
"Oh yeah, you probably can't recognize me," I said in sudden realization, "the name is Percy, Percy Jackson, and my mother was Sally Jackson," I said with a smile. That seemed to hit home with the God of Seas, as realization dawned on his face.
"Percy?" Poseidon asked. I nodded my head. "What happened to you? You were supposed to go to camp when you turned twelve. I had everything planned out," he said.
"Well, you obviously didn't plan the part where my mom was murdered by my abusive stepfather," I replied sarcastically.
"Percy, I'm sorry," Poseidon apologized sadly.
I waved him off, "it's okay, after I became a demon, I was unburdened of all emotions except for anger," I replied.
"A demon? Wait hold on, you being a demon is the least of my worries. How are you the Devil?" He asked, curious as to how I went from his demigod son, to the freaking King of Hell.
"It's a long story something that I can catch you up on some other time," I said, "but right now, we have some matters to speak of. In our short discussion, I have already noticed that Zeus is a paranoid, power hungry, temperamental, arrogant king, so I feel it's best that we come to an agreement," I said, to which Poseidon nodded in agreement, confirming my predictions.
"Go on," was all he said. So I did.
"Unless I am provoked, I won't be a bother to any of you, you can all remain ruling over the United States, and I will still in Hell. But, if I find out that this deal is broken, I will wage war on Olympus, do we have a deal?" I asked. I was much more powerful than any one of them. It would probably take half of them to beat me. I also had an army of one hundred thousand demons at my disposal. So I was pretty confident that I could take them on.
"Sounds like a deal to me," Poseidon said, agreeing. I looked over at Zeus, who was noticeably outraged with his brothers decision, and at that moment I knew that this wouldn't be the only encounter I have with the Olympians.
"Put 'er there," I said, stretching out my arm for a handshake. Poseidon gripped my hand and gave me a firm handshake. "Nice meeting you all," I said, nodding my head to all the Olympians. "Come on, Thalia, let's go," I grabbed Thalia's hand and we disappeared in black smoke, leaving behind the Greek Gods.
Before I entered Hell with Thalia, I made sure to start the transition process first. Doing the first step out of many.
We appeared in my throne room. I took my crown off my head, placed it on my throne and stood my trident next to it. "I need to make some changes to these things. The crown is quite uncomfortable, and the trident is annoying to carry around," I said in my mind. Then I turned to Thalia, "welcome home," I said, spreading out my arms.
AN- Well, there you have it, the first chapter to my new story. This is officially the longest chapter I've ever written, being of 5k words. Anyway, just some information about this story. The pairing will be Percy/Thalia/one other person, she's a surprise, but they'll have an open relationship. So there might be lemons with Percy and someone not in the pairing. I really like this idea, so I might update this more than my other story. To be honest, I don't know what I'm going to do with my other story. I started it off on the wrong foot, so I'm thinking of rewriting it. Also, if you want to keep up to date with all of me and my stories easier, then follow my Tumblr, it's mvrtxn1, I'll be posting frequently about my stories and shit. Anyway, that's all for now, peace.