Summary: They betrayed me for another Son of Poseidon, but I don't care, not as much as I used to anyways. There are others now, and I know with a fact that they won't betray me, unless I am the one that betrays them first. How do I know? Simple, they swore on the river Styx. My name is Perseus Jackson, but I prefer to be called Persona.

WARNING: MAJOR AU! Strong Percy, and OCs. Bashing of characters, and so on.

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Third Person

All was quiet at Camp Half-Blood, after all it wasn't even dawn yet! Every single camper, instructor, and even Chiron were still sound asleep. Now if only the Olympians could rest, but they all decided to be in the throne room discussing about the rise of the Titans and Gaia. This time there was double the troubles and they could barely withstand their forces. Everything was a total mess in the throne room.

Ares wanted to attack straight ahead, but Athena wanted to plan everything out. Artemis and Apollo were arguing, again. Aphrodite was putting on make-up, while the Big Three were constantly arguing with one another about how, they should deal with the matter. Hestia was the only one that remained somewhat calm, and taking care of the hearth, but in her mind she was thinking about a certain hero, and how he could have solved this all and how much she misses her nephew. Giving out a small sigh, she turned back to her family and stared at them, waiting until they stopped arguing so that the meeting may continue on.

Unfortunately they didn't stop arguing. Shaking her head in disappointment, Hestia turned back to her hearth. Everything continued on until a large amount of mist swirled around and formed a woman, and a black vortex opened up revealing a young girl of fifteen.

The first woman to appear has long silky black hair tied in a braid, a golden circlet on her head with a onyx stone at the center, pale ivory procelain skin with high cheek bones, and russet eyes that are so bright that it's eerie. She wore a maiden dress that reaches her knees, brown sandals that wraps around her legs, and in her hand was a torch. The fifteen year old girl on the other hand has dark midnight blue, almost black hair that is loose, slightly tan procelain skin, high cheek bone structure, and the most unusual thing was her eyes, eyes that look like they were made of stars if not a whole entire galaxy was in them. She wore a black shirt, black jeans, and shoes.

"Hecate, what brings you here?" Zeus's booming voice echoed throughout the throne room.

Hecate only gave him a mysterious smile, "I am here to give you some help, along with my Lord." She replied, gesturing towards the fifteen year old.

Zeus gave out a confused look, as well as all the other Olympians. A tense silence filled the room, and soon enough one of them cracked, "Lady Hecate, with all do respect, but isn't that a girl?" Hermes asked quizzically.

This time it was the supposed 'girl' that spoke, "I don't really have a gender, but by all means the humans believe that I am male. I am Chaos, creater of all the Universe, Void, and Cosmos. Before anyone of you can start making smart remarks about how it's impossible for me to be Chaos, well deal with it because I AM Chaos. Today I have brought my granddaughter with me to discuss about the rise of the Titans and my daughter Gaia." His err... Her voice was full of power as he, I mean she or s/he looked at them with pure boredom.

"I will send my daughter and her friends to help, Lord Zeus." Hecate's own mystical like voice chimed through out the throne room, as she along with Chaos disappeared in the same fashion that they came in, leaving the Olympians confused, and slightly dazed.

Third Person

Everyone was sitting at their table at the dining pavilion. Not one uttered a word, not even Kevin who was very prideful, but then again before them were the Twelve Olympians. All the Olympians were looking weary and tired, even Zeus, Lord of the Skies. When he was sure that everyone had their attentions to him, which wasn't very hard considering it's not everyday that the Olympians ate breakfast with them, he stood up and spoke in his mighty voice, "As all of you know, the Titans and Gaia are rising once more. Faster than we had all hoped... Chaos, creater of all and Lady Hecate has decided to give us help. They have sent us their strongest group, Paradox. I will not accept anyone of you to make us look like fools, so be warned for if any of you try and humiliate us, there will be consequences." Finished with his small speech he sat back down.

Silence filled the dining pavilion, it wasn't one of those peaceful and stress free ones, not it was the opposite. There was tension leaking out and lots of stress folded down everywhere. Everyone was tensed and very weary, after all they didn't know who they were. For all they knew Paradox could just be there to destroy them, of course that would be an insult to Lady Hecate and Chaos, but in the last war Lady Hecate was on the Titan's side and Chaos didn't bother to help out in the last wars.

Everyone was deep in thoughts until the dining room doors slammed opened, and a guy dressed as a jester came cartwheeling in with a rather disturbing smile plastered on his face. When his cartwheel ended to did a few flips and landed on his feet each time until he reached the table where the Gods sat, and placed himself on the table, crossed his legs, pluck a apple right off one of the God's plates, and started munching on it. His jester clothes were black and a deep mist like purple, skin as pale as a corpse, a rather creepy disturbing smile that showed all his sharp shark like teeth, shoulder blade length wavy black hair, and a deep mist like purple masquerade mask that covers his eyes.

Before anyone could get after the man that disturbed breakfast a deep, dark, and malicious chuckle ranged throughout the room. The chuckle alone made the hairs at the back of everyone's neck stand, at the door was another man. This time he wore a red trench coat that reached his knees that was wide open, a white basic button down shirt, black slacks, red tall heeled boots with black laces, a wide insane smile that showed perfect white flat teeth until you see the razor sharp canines, in his left hand he was a ink black cane with a crystal skull at the top and in his other hand was a golden pocket watch, on top of his dirty blond hair was a red tall hat with the card ace of hearts on it, and finally a bloody crimson red masquerade mask adored his slightly tan skin.

"Oh Jester, it looks like you barely made it on time. Your 0.01 milli seconds early." His voice was that of a madman, one that likes to play with minds and no one wanted to be near, for fear that they might not make it out alive or sane if they tried.

"Who are you?" Athena asked with calculating, smart, and wise grey eyes.

Neither one spoke and kept eye contact with one another, both giving the worse glare that they could muster. The fact that she was being ignored did not sit well with Athena, nor her children. Some were even getting their weapons out to attack them for disrespecting their mother, but before Annabeth could signal them to attack, two more people walked in.

"Jester, Mad Hatter had thou forgotten thy manners? Answer Lady Athena when she ask of thy names." Her voice sounded old, and ancient, but before them was not a old hag.

Though she wasn't practically... Very 'light' or young. Yes she was youthful, but she wore clothes that made her look like death was among them, and who knows maybe death was among them, you just never know. Her skin was that of a procelain doll, a black priestess celtic dress covered her body, but it was haggard and ripped giving her a more sinister look, the hood of the dress covered her head yet it did not hide her face, no in fact it was her masquerade mask that was the color of pure snow, and finally her hair was the darkest black that you'll ever see, was tied in a loose braid that laid comfortably on her right shoulder that fell all the way to her knees. She was probably around eighteen or so, but she still didn't look as young because of her dark attire, if anything she could be mistaken as an adult, and maybe if she wore lighter clothes she'll look younger. Maybe.

Next to her was a handsome man of around nineteen or twenty, he has messy, unruly, and shaggy black hair, tan skin, and a relaxing but very powerful aura around him that rolled off in waves. In fact it was so powerful and relaxing that everyone started to be at ease. He wore a black trench coat, tight skin black shirt that shows all his well toned muscle and abbs, black comfortable pants, and a nice seagreen masquerade mask. Even though he wore dark clothes, he still looked youthful unlike his companion. Not to mention he radiated a feeling of warmth, comfort, and care. Out of the four of them he was probably the most normal one, if not then the female came in to close second, if she ditched the dark attire.

"Oh alright Banshee." Jester, since he's wearing jester clothing it's pretty simple to know who's who, brawled out excitedly.

Banshee only nodded and then started petting her collar bone? Giving her a closer examination, Kevin saw a flash of scales. Backing off slightly he looked again, and there wrapped around Banshee's neck was a snake with shimmering grey scales and black diamonds across it's body like a line. It's head pressed against her hands, as if seeking out more affection from it's mother. Shaking his head he turned back to Jester and Mad Hatter.

"I'm Jester, of course that isn't my real name, but deal with it. I am a son of Eris, Goddess of Strife and Discord. I have Lord Chaos, and Lady Hecates blessing, as for my abilities... Well now isn't that for war?" He asked in a teasing voice, while juggling a few apples now.

"I go by Mad Hatter, a son of Ares God of War. Like Jester I have Lady Hecates blessing as well as Lord/Lady Chaos, as for my abilities, they are my secret that shall be discovered during battle." This time his voice was dripping with madness.

"Everyone calls me Banshee, unless I tell them otherwise. Like others, if thou do not show me respect then thy own respect shall be reduced to nothing. My mother is Lady Hecate, and like most of my brothers and sisters I too use magic, but it tis not my main source of power. I am not blessed, and do not wish to be." She introduced herself calmly.

Finally it was the unamed person that finally spoke, "I don't intend to tell anyone who is my parent, but I will tell you that many call me Persona. I am Chaos's heir and student, as well as Lady Hecate who is helping me in magic." His voice washed over us like the soothing waves of the ocean, and the sea salt air passing by.

All together the voice that held madness, another that had no more then playfulness, an ancient voice that showed true wisdom, and a soothing voice combined together forming the most beautiful, but unreal sound that was much like a paradox, "We are the Paradox, sent by Lady Hecate and Chaos."


Huh, I updated a lot quicker than I thought. Yay! This is good for me. Also thanks everyone for giving me reviews, and yes I'm going to add a lot of details to what happened before, but it'll come in due time. Please continue reading and review my story, it makes me happy.