AN: I decided to make Thalia be nineteen, meaning that she aged while she was in limbo. I was going to de-aged Beowulf like Bones did for his character, but I realized I would have really needed to bullshit it, so in this Fic Thalia is Nineteen, and Beowulf is twenty-two have a problem with it?

No.

Good.

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or any of Rick's works although if I did there would have been more crossovers between all the pantheons.

What I do own is all my OC's that will appear.

So, without further delay... Sit back relax and enjoy the stories

Beast of the Hunt

Ⅱ

"I am Beowulf Skiraza." The teen started as he offered his hand giving Percy a neutral smile, "Son of Artemis, legacy of Thor, and currently employee on loan to Hades. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Perseus Jackson."

Percy stared at the offered hand in shock, before slowly taking it. As soon as he grabs the teens hand, Beowulf crushes it with a strong grip pulling him closer. Percy's free hand clutched the pen-disguised as Riptide, as he felt an intense wave of anger directed straight at him, feeling like he was back in Hade's presence once again.

"I should kill you where you stand, Jackson," Beowulf growled as his electric blue eyes flashing to a frightening crimson red as they narrow, "Putting, my charges in danger... You're lucky Mom saved your soggy ass. Know this Son of Poseidon, your actions have consequences."

"Enough, Beowulf," The young girls said as she walked forward. The redheaded teen released the hold on Percy's hand and turned to face her with a smile as he stretched his arms to greet her with a hug. Percy, while cradling his sore limb, took some time to look over the twelve/thirteen old that approached, she was breathtaking, with long auburn hair like the man before him and silver-yellow eyes. Her milky white skin reflected in the moonlight and he felt his heart skip a beat when he saw her smile at Beowulf. In fact, he noticed that the girl looked a lot like Beowulf, maybe she was the teen's sister or something.

"Don't gawk at my mom Boy," Beowulf warned with a sidelong glance before smiling at the approaching girl. They all covered their eyes a little when she was engulfed in a bright light and changed into a woman in her mid-thirties. She stood a foot shorter than Beowulf, even in her adult form.

She looked towards Beowulf as a warm motherly smile appears on her face, she gives him a warm hug. Artemis breaks the hug as she gentle grabs his chin, "Hello my little wolf." she says full of love towards her only son.

"Hello, Mom."

Artemis surprises the group when she slaps him across the faces after making her statement.

"Ow!" Beowulf exclaimed in shock cradling his cheek. As a Berserker he was trained to dull pain from a young age, so it takes a lot to make him feel it, yet his mom and Thalia were the only ones that can make him feel any physical pain. "The Hell was that for?"

Artemis slapped him again for his language, causing for the warrior to give another cry of pain, "That was for not contacting me in two years." She said sternly as she glared at her

"I was busy, Capo loaned me out to the walking corpse." Beowulf defended weakly at the half truth not wanting to tell his mom about his adventures at the other camp.

"But two years, without a word. For all I know you could have been dead." Artemis said as her voiced lowered to a whisper.

Beowulf gave his mom another hug on which she excepted, before she broke the hug and glared at her son one more time, her eyes filled with feminine fury.

"And don't think I don't know what you've been up to," Artemis accused with her finger pointed at him her glare intensifying

Beowulf froze with wide eyes as he looked at his mother, "How did you know?"

"It's in my domain."

Beowulf gave a sigh in relief happy that his mom didn't find out about that before his eyes opened wide and his cheeks darken as memories of spending the night with two similar looking beautiful mortal brunette's pop in his mind. "I was drunk." Beowulf defended weakly, faltering under his mother's glare.

"That makes it worse!" Artemis yelled as she started tearing her son a new one.

"It was uncle Apollo's fault." Beowulf mentioned trying to shift some of the blame on to his uncle.

"Oh, don't worry," Artemis said as she turns her glare towards the sky, "He'll get what's coming to him really soon." She finishes as she starts to berate her son once again.

"Lady Artemis," Zoe interrupts causing Beowulf to give his favorite sister a thankful look, only to receive a glare from her, it seems that she wasn't happy with what her little brother did as well. "the demigods' milady."

They turned to look at the group give them confused looks with Thaila glowering having a good feeling why Artemis was berating her son. Percy felt his jaw drop. That was Artemis? As in the Goddess of the Moon?

Artemis gave her son one more glare as she mouthed the words later him, before looking at the two frightened children hiding behind the satyr. The girl looked to be twelve, with long black hair hidden under a floppy hat, olive skin and bland clothing, something that won't stick out when in a crowd. Right behind her was a boy two years her junior, with the same hair and skin, but dressed more like a friendly ten-year-old. The girls wide black eyes were locked on the goddess and demigods before her.

"Who… are you people?" She questioned hesitantly. Artemis went to speak but is stopped by Beowulf placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Mom," he said quietly, "I know what your thinking, but let me talk to her first."

Artemis mused her his words little bit before nodding, aware of her son's duties to her dead uncle and stepped back before ordering her Hunters to set up a perimeter. Beowulf walked up to the children, giving a still awestruck Grover a quick glance, before kneeling in front of the boy blue eyes looking into obsidian black eyes, no one dared to speak.

"…Nico di Angelo?" he asked after a moment of tense silence. The boy nodded, and Beowulf looked at the girl, "Then you must Bianca?"

The girl nodded and Beowulf gave her a small smile, "My name is Beowulf Skiraza. I've been looking for you two for a while now."

"W-why?" Bianca asked hesitantly. The red-heads smile turns into a sad one.

"I owed someone a favor," he whispered to himself only picked up by Artemis who cringed a little at his words. "Your father asked me to find you," he said giving the siblings a gentle smile, something that seemed a little out of place on his usually gruff outlook. Before Bianca or Nico could response, he holds a hand up, "I know you thought he was dead… and in a way you're right. He is, in a sense, dead. Before I say any more… What do you know about Mythology?"

"W-Why-Why does that matter?" Bianca asked worriedly as she takes a step back. Beowulf frowned.

"Bianca," he started, "What I have to tell you could make you go insane. It's important that you get a basic grasp on Mythology, or in your case Greco-Roman Mythology."

"Beowulf." Artemis warned. The warrior froze feeling his mother burning holes into the back of his head.

"Sorry, forgot," he fearfully replied understanding how much shit he was in with his mother, last time he was in this much trouble with his mom was they first and his mother discovered his traditional Berserker Tattoo's. He shivered at the pain he felt when his mom tried to rub them off. He shook his head before looking at the elder di Angelo sibling, "Now tell me, what do you know about Greek Mythology?"

Before Bianca could respond her little brother, Nico spoke up, "Like Zeus, Hercules and all those other Gods?"

Beowulf (and many of the Hunters) scowled with his eyes flashing red, "Heracles…" the red-head growled as he took a deep breath to calm down with his eyes returning to their regular blue. "Is taboo for me, so please, don't mention his name again…But yes, you're right. Bianca…Nico…your Father is the Lord of the Underworld."

"L-Lord…Lord of the…is this some kind of sick joke Bianca asked as she paled.

Beowulf frowned and looked at Nico, "Nico…do you know what I'm talking about?"

The excited ten-year-old nodded his head vigorously, "You mean our dad is…"

Beowulf clapped his hand over the boy's mouth shutting him up before softly replying, "Names have power, kid, something I don't get, but what the heck it must be a Greek thing. Now go talk to Grover for a bit, he'll explain thing to you."

"Uh…are-are you sure?" Nico asked as he glanced at his still frightened sister. Beowulf nodded and smiled.

"Trust me, Nico. Tell him about that Mythomagic game of yours…" he suggested. The red-headed warrior waited for the boy to be led away by the shaken satyr before turning to the girl. Standing up, Beowulf sighed as he turned towards the woods away from the group and motions for Bianca to follow him. "Come on Bianca, lets go for a walk."

"Uh…o-ok…" the girl replied with a faint blush. Beowulf turned to the approaching Zoe Nightshade as he motions for Bianca to get on his back.

"Tell Mom that we'll be back in a bit," Beowulf said with Bianca ridding on him piggy back style before he books it into the woods running at full speed.

"Hey, where'd they go?" Percy cried out, shocked with the warriors impressive burst of speed that would have made any child of Hermes jealous.

Bianca fell to her knees after Beowulf stopped and let her down gently. Taking large gasps of breath, she then looked up at the red-headed teen who felt genuine guilt.

"Sorry about that," he murmured offering her a hand back to her feet, "I tend to forget that other demigods can't handle going at Berserker speed. Must be because your bodies aren't as durable as ours."

"W-what was that?" the daughter of Hades asked with wide eyes. Beowulf frowned not wanting to waste time.

"A gift from my fathers' side," was his simple answer as he helped her onto her feet.

Bianca blinked before she started opening her mouth to say something only for Beowulf to interrupts her.

"A story for another time."

Bianca started holding her head, "Oh god…this is me going insane isn't it?"

"I hope not." Beowulf admitted with a frown as he resisted the urge to reach for his axe, "Hades' children aren't the most stable bunch of demigods. Some Adolf Hitler fella seemed to leave quite the impression on the other demigods…"

There was a slight rumble and Beowulf looked at the ground defiantly, "Tell me I'm wrong!" the rumbling ceased.

Bianca blanched "I'm related to Hitler?"

"Yeah, probably should have expected that reaction," Beowulf groaned to himself before patting her shoulder, "Relax, Kid I know where you're coming from."

"Oh really? I doubt it! First my parents are dead, then my dad turns out be alive, and now apparently he's Satan." She screamed. Beowulf blinked.

"Let me tell you something," he began softly calming down the destressed Bianca, "I was in the same boat as you."

"How so?" Bianca asked genuinely curious, as she and Beowulf started walking back to the group.

"Well…" Beowulf drawled not really wanting tell the story, "Twenty- two years ago I was born, my mom left me at age three, and my dad died when I was nine leaving me an orphan under the care of my grandfather who couldn't really be there as much as he wanted to. Touching story, right?"

"Err…Yes?" the girl unsurely answered, causing Beowulf to give out a rare chuckle.

"Hey, he died fighting, and where I'm from that's honorable and the best way to go," he said in a wistful tone, "Any way, my point is that the Greek Gods' have this stupid law that prevents them from raising their children. So instead they made a camp, that's where Grover, Annie, Lia, and Aqua lad come in."

"Those other guys? …What…What do the want with Nico and me?" the raven-haired girl questioned, causing the warrior to sigh.

"They want you to go to Camp Half-Blood, a camp where you would be safe from all the creatures that after you and your brother for being demigods. You'd learn how to fight defend yourself, and other stuff, I guess. I wouldn't know I never went," Beowulf replied with a shrug. Before she could ask Beowulf cuts her off by raising her hand, "It's a long story and we don't have time. There's another option for you, and if you choose it it's both the best and worst choice you could make." The warrior informed in a morbid tone causing the girl to gulp in fear.

"What is it?" she asked curiously. Beowulf stopped walking and faced the younger demigod with a look of complete seriousness on his face.

"You become a Hunter of Artemis," he said, making her eyes widen, "Most likely situation is that when we return, Mom will offer you a place in her group. There's only one condition, you can never fall in love."

Bianca blinked, "Ok…"

"If you agree to this, "Beowulf began warningly, "You will be blessed by Mom and granted eternal youth and immortality…to an extent. You can die in battle, on a hunt, or… I you break your oath your immortality is cast aside."

"I honestly don't see how this a bad thing." The Daughter of Hades admitted sheepishly. Beowulf sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"All-Father give me strength…" he murmured to himself before grabbing her shoulder, "What about your brother, Bianca? What, do you think he gets to choose too?"

The girl blinked not really getting what the teen was trying to tell her before her eyes widen in horrified understanding, "Y-You mean …?"

"I you choose to go with my Mom, and I'm not saying you shouldn't, there is a high possibility that by the end of the year, you will never see your little brother Nico again." Beowulf finished gravely.

Percy paced back and forth with his arms crossed, "Where are they? They've been gone for like twenty minutes!"

Grover looked up from the game he was playing with Nico, "Relax, Percy. Bianca's with Beowulf she's perfectly safe."

"How do you know?" Percy asked with a frown as he looked at his hand, "He could be a spy for Lu- "

"If you try to finish that sentence, I'll gut you where you stand," Thalia snapped, opening her eyes as she glared at Percy from her spot leaning against the wall of Westover Hall. The son of Poseidon frowned.

"Ok, what am I missing here?" he questioned with his arms crossed, "Why do you two know him? Who is this guy?!"

"Just drop it, Seaweed brain," Annabeth sighed out from where she was reading yet another Greek book. Where it came from, Percy shall never know, but she was very into it staring at it with a small frown gracing her face.

"No, there's something wrong about that guy," the dark-haired demigod said stubbornly, "he just rubs me the wrong wat. I mean for crying out loud he almost crushed my hand!"

"Your lucky he didn't crush your thick skull!" Thalia snapped at him once again, "You completely ignored my instructions!"

"Yeah, but I saved them from that Manticore," Percy argued. Anything else he was going to say was cut off as a lightning bolt landed right next to him, causing him to jump back or get hit.

"You're missing the point!" Thalia exclaimed as he electric blue eyes seemed to glow with her anger, "You didn't have to attack that monster! You should have made an excuse to get them back inside! Were it was safe!"

"Thy anger issues have yet to be solved, Thalia," Zoe said with a smirk, a smirk which only intensified when she received a scowl from the punk dressed girl as she approached the four Half-Blood campers, before facing Percy with a glare, "You are requested by Lady Artemis. Has my little Brother returned?"

"I'm here Zo," Beowulf called out from the woods, right behind with Bianca trailing slowly behind him, "I take it Mom wants to see Bianca?"

The hunter gave him a quick nod, "Lady Artemis has requested both you and Jackson accompany Bianca," She replied with a smile as she turns around.

"N- "

"Nico, I heard you were missing this character," Beowulf interrupted before his sister could speak, understanding that she wasn't a people person, reaching in his cloak and tossing a small figurine to the ten-year-old. The boy caught it in his hands with wide eyes.

"H-Hades! But he's the rarest ones!" Nico cried out, looking at Beowulf with awe, "How'd did you get it?"

"A gift from your Father," Beowulf said with a smile that reached his eyes enjoying the look of childlike wonder in the kid's eyes before looking at Annabeth, "Annie, why don't you play a game of Mythomagic with Nico?"

The girl smiled and nodded, while Grover let out a small sigh of relief much to Beowulf's amusement. This game was complicated, and he could barely figure it out. Being beaten by a ten-year-old three times was really hurting the satyr's ego.

Beowulf turned to Zoe and frowned, "You need to work on your people skills, Big sis."

"Thy wit is not for baby brother," the girl growled before spinning on her heel and walking away. The red-head blinked innocently before frowning once again as he followed her.

"I wasn't kidding."

"Sit," Artemis commanded, as she gestured to the pillows placed before her. Beowulf nodded and did so causing Bianca and Percy to follow his example. The Re-headed warrior sat tall and strong, as opposed to the obviously nervous Son of Poseidon, both were guarded by. Out of sheer boredom Beowulf unsheathed his axe Stormbreaker and began sharpening, a habit he has gained during his years in the Tribe.

"So, young demigod," the Goddess of the Moon started, "I can only guess that my son informed you of what I would ask?"

"Um, yes?" Bianca replied quietly, confused by the wording of the question. Artemis waited patiently before sighing.

"And would you accept my offer?" asked the Goddess when she realized Bianca was waiting for her to speak. Bianca bit on her lip and glanced to Beowulf. The auburn-haired warrior sighed.

"I'm only your Guardian, Bianca," Beowulf said, "You are your own person, I will support you no matter what choice you make."

"We taught you well my son," Artemis said with s soft smile. Beowulf blushed in embarrassment as he faltered in a stroke while sharpening his blade. Behind him Zoe smiled as well giving her little brother an affectionate pat on the head.

"Wait, what offer?" Percy asked with furrowed brows. Beowulf's embarrassment fell and he scowled in the boy's direction, as he sheathed Stormbreaker not wanting to do something he might regret.

"Despite your time at Camp Half-Blood and all you've experienced, you are still quite ignorant, aren't you Boy?" he muttered to himself under his breath before shaking his head and speaking louder, "Artemis' Hunters are all female, Jackson, and most have some sort of relationship to our world. Bianca is a young demigoddess, right in Mom's domain as she is the Goddess of Maidens, Virginity, Childbirth, the Hunt, and the Moon."

"Percy Jackson, I am offering Bianca di Angelo a place as one of my Hunters," the Goddess cut in trying to save Jackson from her son's rage, "She will remain as young as she is if she agrees to my offer."

"What? No! She has to go to Camp Half-Blood! Percy cried out before he felt an ominous feeling of death surround him. He gasped as the air left him and his eyes looked to his left only to stare into the bright red orbs of a Beast, hidden with in the body of a man.

"Know your place, Son of Poseidon! Beowulf growled from where he sat, his features unnaturally feral as he glared at the younger demigod, "You do not make choices for others, get it through that thick skull you share with you Father!"

"Enough!" Artemis barked at her son, making Beowulf shut his mouth with an audible tsk. He bowed to the goddess showing how much respect he had towards his mother, while Percy tried to calm his rapid breath as the overwhelming aura of death faded.

"Forgive me, mother," he said with a frown, "I…lost myself."

"I understand," the Goddess said with a stern face, "But wait until my question is answered before you leave to calm down." Artemis told her son, understanding that he had a temper, something she blamed the boy's grandfather for.

Beowulf nodded as he leans back while much more tense than before. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, ignoring the world around him as he calmed down. The girl glanced at her appointed guardian before looking at the Goddess, "Lady Artemis…I…Thank you for the offer, but…I can't leave my brother behind."

Artemis smiled softly and eyed her son, "Ah yes…I know what it's like to have to keep an eye on a brother."

"How's that bastard doing anyway, I haven't seen him in a while?" Beowulf asked out of the blue curious about his favorite uncle, not that he will ever admit it, as he leaned back taking a more relaxed position, shocking Percy with his blatant disrespect the older boy was showing, Beowulf chuckles to himself as he opens his mouth to say more only to get interrupted by a slap from his mother.

"Language!" Artemis berated her son, "there are children present. Honestly where did you get that mouth." She grumbled that last thing to herself as she ignored her son mumbling to himself about how he's an adult. The Goddess chuckled to herself at her sons' words, he will always be her little wolf, before looking at Bianca, "If that is your choice, I will respect it. There's always a place for you, though."

"Thank you, Lady Artemis," Bianca said with a bow of her head. Artemis nodded and dismissed them both before turning to Percy.

"You did a good back there." Beowulf said as he and Bianca walked out of his mothers' tent. The girl blushed at the praise before looking up to Beowulf.

"Beowulf…Why are you so violent to Percy?" the question made the red-head's shoulder tensed at the innocent question, Bianca continued not catching the warrior, "I mean, he seems pretty nice. He did save us from Dr. Thorn."

"True…" he admitted before sighing, "I guess it's because he reminds me of an old student I use to have, he acted just like Percy," he reminisced wistfully as his eyes begin to tear up "…and a big accident happened to him."

"What happened?" Beowulf sighed as he quickly wiped away his tears before anyone noticed.

"I…I'd rather not talk about it," he said before smiling at the young girl, "But I will apologize to Percy…after we spar once. If I do it now, not only will he accept it, but he'll become even more suspicious of me."

"Sure…" Bianca said unsure with him, before asking, "So… How do you know Grover?"

Beowulf chuckled as a hand slipped out of his cloak to ruffle her hair through her hat, getting a groan from the girl, "That my dear girl, is a story for another time. C'mon, let's convince your brother and Annie to clean up. I have a feeling we'll be leaving soon."

As they walk, they never notice the figure behind them giving Beowulf a sad look, "What hath befallen to thee Baby Brother." Zoe questioned silently as she went to inform Artemis more about her secretive son.

"Please tell me you're not seriously thinking about this," Beowulf groaned as he stood next to Zoe and Thalia with his mother Artemis in front of them. The Goddess smiled apologetically before looking up at the sky.

"He's always late during the winter…" she grumbled before spotting a bright approaching light. Her arm raised to slightly protect her eyes, while everyone else turned away. When the light dimmed, the gathered demigods and Hunters were granted with the sight of eighteen year old looking Apollo with sandy blonde hair and tanned skin with a very outdoorsy good looks, he was just as tall as Beowulf if not only shorter than him by an inch and had a very playful smile on his face, like he had just been up to no good. He wore jeans and loafers with a sleeveless t-shirt, standing next to him was a red 2008 Chevrolet Corvette convertible.

"Little sis Wazz-up!" he greeted cheerfully before his gaze fell on Beowulf and his smile became even bigger, "Little Nephew!" Apollo ran towards his favorite nephew to give him a bear hug.

He released a pained cry when Beowulf punched him in the gut, causing some of the demigods to cringe in pain, that look like it hurt. The red-headed demigod stepped back with his arms crossed and scowl on his faced that was a near copy of his mother's signature scowl towards her brother. He knew that he was his uncle favorite, and that if his uncle didn't have a regenerative ability, he'd be a dead man. Thankfully he did hence the reason he was trying to push all off his mother's rage towards him, he hoped his uncle approved.

"Why?" Apollo gasped out as he shakily got to his feet, before his face became blank and he deadpanned, "…You're still mad about those hookers, aren't you?"

"DAMN STRAIGHT I AM!" Beowulf roared, making his uncle shrink under his wrath, "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? SENDING YOUR NEPHEW TWO CALL GIRLS?! I THOUGHT ZESUS WAS THE ONE WHO COULDN'T KEEP IT IN HIS PANTS!"

The Sun God held his hands up in defense, "H-Hey, c'mon. Beo…You enjoyed it didn't you?"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT ASSHOLE!" the res head screamed with a red face, "Plus its your fault you got me pissed drunk."

"Hey, it's not my fault you can't handle twelve pints of beer." Apollo defended with a grin knowing that he was gaining ground.

"I'm a mortal for crying out loud, and screw you," Beowulf retorted, "I got alcohol poisoning because of that."

Apollo stuck his tongue out to his nephew childishly

Beowulf growled in anger as he grabbed his uncle's necklace, and pulling him down roughly, "Give me the keys to the car before I take them."

"You got it!" Apollo replied hurriedly before dropping the keys into his nephews' hands, a few years ago Beowulf received Apollo's blessing granting him a healing boost and allowing him to drive Apollo's chariot.

Beowulf released his uncles' necklace and turned around, walking back to the awed/horrified group. He gave his mother a hopeful smile, "He's all yours Mom."

Apollo paled and took a step back, now seeing why his nephew was acting out of character, his mom must have found out, and now his nephew was shifting his mothers' anger towards him. They both knew what Artemis thought about his 'parenting' skills he uses on her son. He never felt prouder and more betrayed before in his life.

An arrow flew by his head, making any excuse Apollo was about to think up vacate his mind. Only one option remained.

"BEOWULF! YOU LITTLE TRAITOR!" Apollo screamed as he ran towards the forest, a volley of arrows flying after him.

"For the Innocent!" Artemis cried out as she chased her brother with an arrow drawn, intent on punishing him for corrupting her little baby. Beowulf let out a sigh of relief as he crossed his arms.

"God's, I love these family reunions," he said as he watched his mom and uncle disappear into the woods. Beowulf chuckled and turned to face his glaring sisters.

"Thou art dead once we arrive at that camp dear brother," Zoe icily mutters as the Hunters started to board the machine. The warriors smile drops at his eyes dropped inadvertently drooped to the ground.

"Been there…" The redhead trailed off when a flash of lightning drew his attention. Sighing he turned to face Thalia, Percy, the di Angelo siblings, Annabeth and Grover. The first was who he focused on, as the distant flash was made to get his attention.

"I didn't forget about you Lia," Beowulf said warmly before finding a fist in his stomach like his uncle before him had not too long ago. The redhead grunted and backed away before his cloak's collar was grabber and was pulled down to look Thalia in the eyes.

"You have a lot of explaining to do," the daughter of Zeus growled.

An: And that's the story some people have been asking about who Beowulf's armor and Storm breaker look like. So, the armor looks like the Warlords armor from For Honor only without the helmet (that comes next chapter), Just type in Kyvain warlord gear and you'll find it, just image the battle skirt to be blue. For his axe Stormbreaker, just image the original leviathan axe from god of war 4 with a wolf's fang pummel, and for it dual hand axe mode, just image For honors berserker axe, just search up Dynthor and imagine those with wolf fang pummel's.

Well until next time.

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