Well, since apparently freaking everyone loves this story, I guess I'll continue to update it, who knows, maybe I'll even finish this story. Ha, that'd be funny to see.
I would like to state that this will be a much… darker.. story as I have a bit of a twisted mind when I let it wander, and that's sorta what's happening here.
Also, there is a poll asking who should Perseus support in the story, it will be open until about chapter 8, then the rest of the storyline will be decided from there, so please vote.
PLEASE NOTE: This chapter will be sorta graphic, so don't get mad at me for not warning you. Percy gets a tad sadistic in ways of killing people.
Here's ya quote: So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light ~Anonymous
I don't own Percy Jackson or the Dovahzul, even if I don't use the later in this chapter at all.
Camp Half-Blood was deadly quiet.
The news of what happened on Olympus had travelled quickly from Annabeth, Thalia and Kyle. The man named Perseus had struck fear into all of their hearts and the name alone made Chiron flinch. He remembered his old friend, the one whom he had spent years looking for, only to find nothing at all. He heard how he had been consumed by hatred for the Olympians for killing his own unborn child.
Yes the child was going to be immortal, but she had not been born yet. Yes, she, Perseus was going to have a daughter. While a god or goddess is an infant or fetus, they have very small amounts of energy stored within, and it takes mass amounts of energy to reform in Tartarus, bringing even the mightiest of gods to their knees out of weakness.
Perseus's daughter lacked the necessary strength to reform from the pit and therefore faded before she could even open her eyes.
However, that was not the story told. Annabeth and Kyle twisted the story to make it seem like Perseus attacked the Olympians for no reason whatsoever, with no motives in mind.
Unfortunately, the Camp bought it, which infuriated Thalia. The daughter of Zeus had mixed feelings on her uncle, his anger was against Olympus was well deserved and she felt pity for him, yet she did not know why.
These thoughts flew around in Thalia's mind as she stormed across camp to the Zeus cabin to retire for the night. Exhausted from the days events, Thalia attempted to fall asleep, yet as tired as she was, sleep eluded her. Thalia groaned and smacked her face into her pillow, which caused a figure to chuckle in the corner of her room, quiet enough for Thalia to not notice.
The figure rolled his eyes when he heard yet another groan from the daughter of Zeus. He decided to lend a hand. The figure waved his hand and caused Thalia to fall asleep, much to her relief.
The figured let loose a silent chuckle as he looked down at her sleeping form. "Sweet dreams my niece, sorry I threw a daughter of Athena at you," before a dark flash of light appeared and when it cleared, the figure was gone.
Her that dreams were unusual and disturbing, even for a demigod.
Thalia was in a weird room. It's wall were apparently flesh and there was a steaming yellow liquid in the middle of the room, with few perches to escape the steaming liquid.
In this room there were five figures, 3 male, 3 female. Thalia's dream self was shocked as she realized who they were.
They were her aunts and uncles, Hera, Hestia, Hades, Poseidon, Demeter and, Thalia gasped as she looked at the last figure, whom she had just on Olympus, Zeus.
Thalia's mind struggled for an answer, didn't her father escape Kronos before he was eaten? Was history lying to her?
Thalia was jerked out of her thoughts when the stomach apparently rumbled and everyone flew to the left, before being jerked upwards.
Thalia was suddenly in a black throne room, where two figures stood, one, xiphos drawn and the other hunched over in pain.
The man in pain was in his mid forties, with golden blond hair and solid gold eyes to match, he was well built and had a scythe holstered on his throne.
The other man looked familiar, yet his back was to Thalia, so she couldn't see his face, only his raven black hair.
"You ungrateful little insurgent, I am your father, and yet you betray me." The Golden Man
growled.
"You are no father to me Kronos," Thalia gasped, "The father I had was not corrupted by power, who lived in peace under the rule of the true Sky God, Ouranos, not a child with power who does not know how to use it," The man snarled at Kronos.
"I know not what you have done to me Perseus," Thalia gasped again, "But mark my words, I will have my vengeance." Kronos growled at Perseus.
Thalia's dream shifted once again, leaving Thalia in a state of shock, she was so used to the tale of Zeus freeing her aunts and uncles from Kronos's stomach that she began to wonder what else had been rewritten to wipe Perseus out of Greek Mythology.
Next, it was a form of her uncle she was more familiar with, clad in black armor with the helm of a dragon, and Suldaan at his side. Next to him were her aunts and uncles, staring at the valley below, which was filled with Titans, Beasts and demi-titans. Perseus merely drew his Xiphos and pointed at the valley below. As if on cue, hundreds, if not thousands of hellhounds in stygian iron armor leaped out of the shadows and bounded towards the valley below, decimating everything in their path, with tens of dragons about, raining Eclipse Flame down upon the valley below, before Perseus charged the valley and took the army head on, leaving his shocked brothers and sisters upon the hill, who charged in after him shortly after.
All seven gods were causing havoc upon the titans forces, yet none more so than Perseus. The god of Chaos himself was fighting like a demon, with a short Xiphos that Thalia was unfamiliar with and a normal wooden shield.
Yet her uncle was a beast. He plowed through demititan and beast with no mercy, slicing and stabbing, and generally causing havoc in the enemies ranks. After charging in after a minor titan he was quickly surrounded by nervous looking demititans and beasts, causing Perseus to chuckle and drop his sword and shield, and let his armor fall off of his shoulders, revealing his bare chest and loose black leather pants..
The enemy looked relieved for a second, until Perseus twisted off the ring that covered his wrist.
Immediately, they all snapped right back into battle positions and seized upon Perseus all at once, hoping to strike the god down quickly with minimal casualties.
Then Thalia heard the second ring hit the ground.
Almost instantly, all of the beasts were blasted off of Perseus and disintegrated into a fine red dust. This puzzled Thalia, didn't all monsters dissolve into golden dust?
The dark chuckle of Perseus snapped her back into attention. Perseus stood up and faced what remained of the army in front of him. Perseus thrusted his hand outwards and black energy was thrusted out from him and decimated the rest of the army. Perseus smiled a dark, sadistic smile as he whistled, and his faithful dragon Suldaan dropped down next to him, and as Perseus shouted the faithful words, Thalia watched in awe as Suldaan let loose a bright blue torrent that was amazingly beautiful for something so deadly to all.
After the flames had cleared, the valley was empty, except for the mix of golden, red and black ashes covering the valley due to the effects of the Eclipse Flame.
Perseus smiled a genuine smile, a smile that showed happiness in his eyes and made Thalia gasp as he showed his pearly white as he raised his Xiphos to the sky and shouted "Victory!"
Then Thalia's dream shifted for the last time.
Thalia was in the Olympian Throne Room, and there were thirteen thrones instead of twelve, and at the center, where her Father's throne should have stood was a beautiful black throne, with runes of dragons flying, hellhounds howling and several colors flowing through the runes once again took Thalia's breath away. Her uncle certainly showed a knowledge of beauty beyond any other.
However, upon further inspection, only twelve Olympians sat upon their thrones while Perseus stood in the middle of the throne room, tapping his foot angrily.
"Why have you called this meeting Zeus? Selene is moments away from giving birth to my child and you summon me for a council meeting, this better be, VERY, important." Perseus said, emphasizing the word very, which sent shivers down all the Olympians and Thalia's spine.
Apparently her uncle was also a master of intimidation.
"Yes well, Hephaestus, now!" Zeus shouted, and on cue, celestial bronze chains shot out of the walls and strapped themselves around Perseus, who merely looked bored by the display.
"Again Zeus? You know what, I don't have time for this," Perseus sighed angrily. Then the chains exploded off of Perseus who began to storm out of the throne room, heading back to his palace to comfort his wife, when Zeus said something that froze him in his tracks.
"Ah, ah, ah Perseus, I have an Ace in the Hole," Zeus said mockingly.
Perseus turned around to see Hermes, with a knife to the throat of a very pregnant woman with raven black hair down to her shoulders and silver eyes with crescent moon pupils, who looked terrified.
Poseidon smirked at Perseus and slammed his trident on the ground, causing a massive hole to open up in the middle of the throne room, and Perseus could tell that it led straight to Tartarus.
Perseus growled as he drew his Xiphos and threw it across the room, and it impaled Hermes right in between the eyes, making him fall back and dissolve into a fine white dust.
Perseus smirked at the horrified faces and stuck his hand out to the side, where the shadows began to condense into his hand. When the shadows cleared, in Perseus's hand was the Talwar that Thalia was so used to.
"Your move Zeus, next one who touches my wife dies as well." Perseus said, his voice dripping with anger.
Zeus growled and gestured to Artemis, who quicker than Perseus could react, sprinted over to Selene and pushed her into the hole that led to Tartarus.
The throne room was dead silent, before it began to rumble with an untold force as Perseus stormed towards Artemis, fury dancing in his eyes.
I'm gonna warn you right now, it is about to get graphic, especially for those who are great at imagining things. Skip the the next bold you see if you want to keep your lunch, or just don't give a fuck.
Apollo immediately got in his way, but Perseus was having none of it, he drew his Talwar, stabbed Apollo right in the neck, and ripped upwards, decapitating the Sun God while splitting his head in two. Golden ichor splattered everywhere as all of the Olympians looked on in horror. It was one of the most graphic things that Thalia had ever seen.
Next, Athena got in Perseus' way, and he growled angrily before sidestepping her spear, wrenching it from her hands and jumping up, then impaling the spear right through Athena's skull, all the way into the ground, leaving her there to be impaled. At this point, Thalia was close to throwing up, even in a dream.
After Athena's demise, Dionysus stood up and faced off against the enraged Chaos God. Dionysus made the first move, stabbing at Perseus with his Thyrsus, who merely spun out of the way before grabbing Dionysus by the throat and thrusting his Talwar straight up his chest, making the blade stick out of the top of the Wine God's head as golden ichor ran down the blade. Perseus dropped his corpse on the ground and kicked it before he moved on towards Artemis and Dionysus dissolved into a fine white dust.
The last Olympian to try to get into Perseus' way before Artemis was Poseidon, who smirked at his fellow god and brandished his trident before charging Perseus, who growled a fierce, low growl in a horribly dark tone.
The sparring match lasted all of three seconds, Poseidon threw the first blow, where Perseus immediately disarmed him before slicing the god of the sea clean in half, picking up his Trident, and impaling the storm god right in between the eyes.
Thalia was going to be sick when she woke up.
Artemis shivered in fear, before drawing her knives and lunging at her Uncle, who, with one swift movement, cut both of the hunt goddess' hands clean off. The Moon Goddess let loose a horrifying scream that rattled Thalia to the core. The other Olympians began to get up to help her, but shadows from Perseus's anger bound them all to their thrones as they watched Perseus torture Artemis.
Perseus grinned sadistically as he sliced Artemis' right arm clean off, making her scream in agony again as she begged for forgiveness.
What Thalia saw next, she would never forget.
Perseus stabbed Artemis right in the… lower regions, making her shout again in pain, but Perseus wasn't done with the moon goddess yet. Perseus then ripped upwards with untold force, ripping the moon goddess right in half, as her organs, brains and ichor exploded all across the throne room.
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Perseus was breathing heavily, and was covered in ichor as he turned to Zeus and spoke in the most terrifying voice Thalia would ever hear.
"I am going to walk into that pit, retrieve my wife and child, then walk out of Olympus, as I want nothing to do with any of you anymore. If I so much as catch wind of any of you near me, I will not hesitate to off you just as brutally as I did to half of your council. Banish me if you want, I do not care." Perseus said as he walked over to the pit, glared at all of the Olympians and dove in after his wife.
Thalia woke up sweating and immediately rushed for the bathroom before emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet as she remembered what she had seen in her dream. Sure his anger was reasonable, the gods had sentenced Perseus' pregnant wife to Tartarus, but did he have to literally rip apart a third of the council in return?
After Thalia's stomach was empty, she groaned and rolled over, falling asleep on the bathroom floor of her cabin.
Perseus stood at the front of his simple cabin in the Alaskan wilderness, small enough that it won't attract attention, yet large enough to meet his needs. A gentle smile on his face as he embraced his Grandmother, who had conjured enough power to meet with him and discuss a treaty on the upcoming wars upon Olympus.
"Hello Grandmother," Perseus said gently, a smile on his face. He remembered the fine times he had with his grandmother as a child, training with her, her telling him stories of heroes and beasts, of what a great man his grandfather was, well… before Kronos sliced him to pieces.
"Hello again Percy," Gaea responded happily.
They quickly began to discuss the events of the upcoming Giant war, as both of them knew it would end the gods reign over earth without Perseus' aid.
"I really do not wish to fight you, my favorite grandchild," Gaea spoke softly.
"I do not wish to fight you either Grandmother, I do not stand by Olympus since they betrayed me. I only wish for peace between your forces and mine, as long you do not attack me, I will not you. This I swear on the styx" Perseus spoke simply, as thunder boomed overhead.
Gaea looked at Perseus for a moment before speaking, "Well that made negotiations rather simple didn't it?" she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
Perseus shrugged sheepishly, "I guess." was all he said, which made the earth protogenoi begin to laugh as his antics.
"Well, it was nice to see you again Perseus, and visit me sometimes at the Primordial Council, Erebus talks far too much for anything to be fun anymore," Mother Earth complained.
Perseus chuckled, "I'll take it up with Selene, good-bye Grandma," Perseus said as Gaea dropped into the ground, disappearing.
"Take what up with me?" A voice called from the doorway. In that doorway stood the titaness of the moon, Selene. Her raven black hair fell down from her shoulders, covering one of her silver eyes as she looked at Perseus with crossed arms.
Perseus let out a small, mirthful chuckle. "Ah, not much. Grandmother just wants us to visit more often, that's it."
Selene rolled her eyes, "Yes Percy, that's fine." she said in a monotone voice, but Perseus could clearly tell that she was amused with their grandmother's actions.
Back in Camp Half-Blood, Artemis and her Hunters had arrived, and the annual Capture the Flag game was upon Camp Half-Blood.
It was going to be a fairly even match, for the skill the Campers lacked, they made up for in numbers and vice versa for the hunters.
It started out decently matched, the Hermes campers had the speed and skill to push back the first wave of hunters, and after their apparent success, the camper's first attack wave went out.
The squad consisted of Annabeth Chase, and Thalia Grace. The two were still slightly tense after the events of yesterday upon Olympus, but were still ready to capture the flag.
As they reached the creek, they all crouched down, blending into their surroundings slightly as they crept onto the hunter's side, silently creeping forward.
"Are we sure that it was a good idea to leave Kelp Face on flag duty?" Thalia whispered to Annabeth, who looked at Thalia oddly.
"Why are you so harsh to him, you two could be great friends if you put the effort to get to know him forward, Thalia," Annabeth whispered back to her friend.
Thalia let out a snort, "I tried to get to know him, he then hit on me for the next three days before I gave him an electrical makeover to get him to leave me alone." Thalia said, obviously still disgusted.
"Oh please, Thalia, I'm sure you were just overreacting, Kyle has eyes for me only," Annabeth stated arrogantly, causing Thalia to roll her eyes and wonder when her friend became such an arrogant prick.
"Whatever, there's the flag, let's grab it and get out of here, you cause the distraction okay?" Thalia restated the plan to Annabeth, who nodded but still looked slightly ticked about the Kyle comments.
Annabeth ran out of the clearing, causing the hunters to draw their fire on her before Thalia sprinted out as well, grabbed their flag, which was silver and marked with a midnight blue bow and arrow, then booked it for the creek. Thalia could hear her heart pounding in her ears, but she then saw something that made her blood boil.
Kyle Rialto was standing around like a dunce on the hunter's side, looking for the flag when he was supposed to be guarding theirs.
"Rialto!" Thalia screamed at him as she sprinted by, "Get back on our gods damned side and guard the flag!" Thalia shouted at the top of her lungs as arrows rained upon her, thankfully they were blunt or she would be a Thalia brand pincushion.
The creek was only sixty yards away.
A hunter got in Thalia's way, but she was having none of it as she pointed her spear at the hunter and knocked her out with a blast of lightning.
Fifty yards.
Time seemed to slow down for Thalia, her footsteps heavy in her ears as she sprinted across the clearing, her breath coming in short gasps due to her heavy armor.
Forty Yards.
Another Huntress aimed her bow at Thalia and prepared to let an arrow loose, but was hit in the head by a blunt golden arrow which knocked her out of her tree before she had the chance to release. Thank the gods that at least the Apollo Campers were covering her.
Thirty yards.
Thalia heard yelling from all around her side, she couldn't tell if is was encouraging her, warning her from running into a trap, or if someone had captured their flag and was closer to the boundary line than she was, or death threats from the eternal maidens of the moon goddess.
Twenty yards
I've got this, she thought, the final stretch, I'm going to make it, Thalia thought over and over again as she began to close in on the creek, ushering Camp Half-Blood's first victory over the hunters in over 62 years.
That all changed when Zoë Nightshade got the flag.
Zoë was a blur of silver as she rushed the flag, knocking any and all campers out of her way onto her conquest for the orange banner marked with a pegasus.
The Huntress sprinted back to her side with unheard of speed, leaving only a silver blur behind her as she made a dash for victory
Sixty yards for Zoë,
Fifteen for Thalia,
Forty for Zoë,
Ten for Thalia,
Twenty for Zoë,
Five for Thalia,
It looked as if Thalia would just barely win before an arrow was shot right at her feet and she face planted right onto the ground.
Two yards for Thalia,
Negative five for Zoë.
Zoë Nightshade proudly paraded the now silver flag around the huntress' side of the capture the flag arena, but not before tripping the son of Poseidon when she reached him on her side just for good measure. The victory cries of Hunters echoed throughout Long Island Sound, yet one huntress did not celebrate.
The previous night, Zoë had been plagued with the nightmare of Artemis being kidnapped by the her father, Atlas, the Titan of Strength and Endurance. The very thought of him being free from beneath the sky terrified the huntress. The hunt's victory cries continued until they all died at the sight of one being.
Standing in the creek, wrapped up in tye-dye linen like a hippy burial gone horribly wrong, adorning beads and little necklaces with small pouches. Her eyes glassy and empty, but yet, standing in the creek was the Oracle of Delphi.
"Approach, and ask for what you seek," The raspy old voice of the oracle rang out across the clearing, clearly speaking to the lieutenant huntress. Many of the campers gasped, or even gave her angry looks like 'why is the eternal virgin so special that she gets a quest' and even a few pitying glances from some campers.
Zoë cautiously walked forward, "What must I do to save my lady?" She asked.
The oracle apparently gave a foul look before speaking.
"Five shall go west to the goddess in chains,
Yet all must burden the varying pains,
The God of Eclipses shows the trail,
Campers and Hunters combined prevail,
The Titan's curse must one withstand,
And one shall perish by the hatred's hand.
But from the end of their final days,
Shall end the hatred from his banished gaze,
For his anger may be redirected.
And the defeat of the gods may be deflected."
Well holy shit that prophecy is going to be fun to write.
So yeah, there's chapter two of the Forgotten Seventh, hope you enjoyed it, it was way to much fun for me to write.
If you have the time, feel free to leave a review on how you think I'm doing, reading every one of then brightens my day, yes, even the ones of me telling me to go kill myself.
So yeah, Peace out my Faithful ProcrastiNation
-Solo
