Chapter: 1
Return to Gaia
Look. I'll be strait up with you. I know about my parentage, that Hades is my father. Now you might be asking 'Where were you during the crisis with Kronos, or the war against the giants since I'm a demigod?' and I hear you.I'm around the same age as the hero of those situations, that son of Poseidon. So I could have been around to help or whatever, but trust me when I say that it wasn't my fault that I was banished from Gaia. Apparently there was a prophecy that caused the Big Three gods to make a pact to never have children again. Turns out my father couldn't stay his magical rod of life and created me. I suppose he didn't want to be shamed at as the god who broke the pact so he took me away from my mother as an infant, chanted some ancient language, and poof I was gone. Okay, let me tell you about being banished. It's pretty much like an adoption center for the universe to where any god or divine being can adopt you, but if your not adopted in the next like ten minutes, you simply fade from existence. Who adopted me? Well, that's another story for another day. Right now I can tell you that I was back, thanks to a very encouraging friend who wanted me to confront my dad. As far as where I was specifically? I hadn't the slightest clue.
Stacks of large boxes surrounded me, assorted on shelves reaching as high as a one story building. My entire trip here was pretty blurry, like when you try to remember a dream you just woke up from. Interdimensional space travel always makes my head hurt, but what my disoriented vision could tell me was that I was in a warehouse of some sort. I didn't know much about Gaia, or earth rather, but do know the mythology pretty well. It's always nice to learn about your roots. In this case I come from a group of gods who are always planning to kill one another. I hope their children aren't the same way at this camp I was meant to go to; Camp Half-Blood. After all it was my only lead on finding my way to the underworld and to my father.
Once my migraine subsided, I decided it would be best if I vacate the property. Wouldn't want any officials having me arrested for trespassing, and with that thought in mind a door, most likely to an office, opened. At the frame stood this wide man staring right at me with a murderous glare. He was slightly below average height standing at about five foot five inches. He had short curly black hair that was well groomed along with a 50/50 shadow to match and a pair of brown eyes. Just because the man knew how to keep his hair done nicely didn't mean that he wasn't far from just… disgusting. He was trying his best to rock an orange V-neck muscle shirt but the shade of chest hair and the fact that the bottom of the shirt sat just above the belly button of his big stomach. Below he had on a pair of black jeans and khaki loafers.
"Hey kid!" Said the chubby dude between the atrocious smacks of the sandwich he was eating. "What do you think your doing in here!"
"Ugh…" I reassessed the situation. Even though there was no logical explanation as far as me being in here. "I can assure you that my presents here is not of a…"
"Sure kid." Said the man as if he were trying to cut to his own chase. "Let's just see what your parents have to say about this. What's your name, boy?" My real name wasn't really of mortal structure, so I decided on a temporary name.
"It's Damien."
"Actually, Damien, how about we just get the blues down here and see what they have to say about this intrusion." The then man pulled out his phone. "The judicial system will have you in locked up by tomorrow's morning."
"Whoa! Come on now. Let's be rational here." I just got to earth and I was being threated by concepts that I never even heard of.
"I swear man, I hate kids. Always causing mischief, picking on the grown ones, having…" The man was cut off when I swung a hook that connected with the side of the man's jaw. I won't lie, but I did panic a little. I just got to earth and I really didn't need any distractions. Standing over him, I checked on the man, you know, to make sure he wasn't dead. Not to brag about my strength, but I did kind of knock him off his feet and onto his stomach with sandwich bits all over the place. The guy was out cold but he was still breathing. (I could tell by him snoring away on the floor.) I dropped down next to the man and flipped him over, grabbing both of his arms, and dragged the man back through the door he came from. My guess as to this room being an office was right complete with a desk and portable heater. I picked up the piece of slop of a man and sat him in his rolling chair in front of the computer. "What a terrific start to my journey." I said out loud to myself.
The only knowledge that I had of where to go is a place called Long Island, New York. There I would find Camp Half-Blood and a pathway straight to Hades. I could also meet my supposed brother and sister. I'm normally a cold blooded person towards strangers, but it would be nice meet someone of the same blood. Looking around the office I found a conveniently placed exit door. Opening the door was an instant mistake because when I did I was instantly hit with a gust of freezing wind. I didn't even have my signature black trench coat when I got here. All I had on was a compression sports shirt with metal fittings for the vital points on my body and under the tactical black cargo pants, that I had tucked into my black leather combat boots, was a pair of compressed pants that matched the shirt. (And don't worry, I had matching socks as well. Just know that I looked badass.)Even though my coat was gone, I'm pretty sure that it made it to earth. The thing sort of has a mind of it's own. Kind of like Dr. Strange's cape, except my coat couldn't fight on its own or make me fly. It just keeps me warm and the material is stronger than steel. How do I know about Marvel movies when I just got to earth? Kind of the same way that I learned about Greek mythology; from my "friend". So anyway, my coat is probably someplace stupid, like making a nice antimacassar on Hades' throne while I freeze on the streets of this city. Things like that just happen to the damned thing, it's complicated. Now in the streets I stood cold, lost, and forgotten.
A/N: The very first FanFiction that I have posted. Leave a review and tell me what you think, criticise me, even give me some ideas as far as what else should happen later in the story. Secrets about Damien will be released as the story continues. So yeah, if you enjoyed make sure you follow the story so you'll know when the next chapter is released and I'll see you guys and gals then.