And now this story has a proper chapter that's more action than before to match the heavy dialogue that plagues this story.

If you remember how the last version went, then the changes I'm making have become heavily apparent. I think the one direction I wanted to take this story in was something unique to the Chaos train, so I thought it best to do the one thing they don't do, since they enjoy so much doing it. I'll leave it unsaid here so I don't just spoil it right away.

Question: does my wording and descriptions sound weird, or at least interesting in terms of the imagery it provides? I wanted to be as creative as I could this time around, since I'm messing around with scenarios beyond the human capabilities. And do pardon the intimacy in this chapter. I thought to myself ways of passing to Percy what he gets, and the first image that came to my head was this, and since I wrote a whole poem that messes around with this imagery as well, I saw it best to include it and make it what happens.

Now that this chapter has been completed, this will be all for the story this week. Now I got school and shit to work on. Tune in next week to Red Satoshi when our main character there gets to be with his loving wife and also get yelled at for for ripping the metal out of his body too soon. Thank you for the follow and favs, everyone who reads this story. Good to see people still find interest in this common plot.

And onward we go.

Percy looked across the fire to Hestia. His hands rested on his chopsticks that rested on the edge of his bowl as he watched her eat. She didn't have to eat, Percy knew that much, but she still insisted on indulging with him when they spent a meal together. Food is not necessary for the gods, she had told him. We do not digest like mortals do. We do have taste buds similar to yours, but the sacrifices are more than enough to satisfy us. Eating is but for enjoyment rather than for survival. Percy didn't question her word.

He gulped down another bunch of his noodles before lowering his bowl down to his lap. "Thank you for spending the rest of the day with me, Lady Hestia," he spoke over the burning embers. "It's always nice to have you around."

Hestia swallowed down, as far as Percy knew she could, a bit of her sandwich and smiled back to her champion. "You know I am always available to visit you, Perseus," she had responded. "You don't have to do too much, so please, whenever you need company, just ask and I shall appear."

"You keep telling me that, you know?"

"And you keep forgetting it." Percy choked on a laugh and Hestia giggled at his reaction. The son of Poseidon only gave a nod alongside the goddess' statement.

"Yeah, sorry about that, my lady. I keep thinking you're busy so I keep forgetting to ask."

"I am never that bust, Percy," she told him as she stood and made her way through the fire and the flames to him, sitting by his side. "Only when the council demands my presence am I unable to accompany you, and that is not often enough for you to fret. I am fine spending the time I don't have with my siblings and their children to spend it with you." Percy blushed and smiled her way, setting his bowl down on the earthen floor.

"You could just barge in if you wanted to, you know. I won't turn you away if you do. I'd be a bigger fool than I already am if I did."

"You are no fool, Percy. And I know that I can, but I want you to be able to take control of the situation and be the one to invite me."

Percy's smile turned soft as he stared at the goddess. He leaned his body back into the grass and looked up into the night sky. "I'll try to keep that in mind next time, my lady."

"I hope that's why we have our next time."

Percy kept his smile as he gazed at the stars, eyes rolling past the clumps and constellations above without ever settling on one. It was a beautiful to sight to him, calming and sobering. The moon shone above the demigod and his goddess. No clouds obscured the sky lights of the night.

The demigod closed his eyes, breathing in the scents of his surroundings. Of himself, of the goddess, of the fire before them and the food they had eaten; Percy let them settle in his mind. His smile grew as he opened his eyes to the night sky, to find the night smiling down at him.

When did the night start wearing suits?

Percy shot up and away from his spot, turning and releasing his sword to the figure that had been standing above him. The man smiled, pushing in all directions the lights that decorated his face as he did so. His eyes of darkness held, in their center, a small yellow orb, unblinking and unwavering at the threat of the sword. The rest of his body was hidden by the suit he wore, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his blazer. Percy was willing they were covered in stars as well.

"Good evening, Perseus," the man spoke, in a voice of deep power yet soft action. "And good evening to you, Lady Hestia."

Said goddess of the hearth and home had moves away as Percy had, though to the side instead of straight forward. She made her way slowly to Percy in a semicircle motion from where she was last seated.

"Who are you?" Percy had demanded, holding his trusty Riptide in front of him and pointed to the night-man.

"It's very bold of you to be asking me anything with that tone of yours, Perseus Jackson," the man began his response, causing Percy to flinch at the use of his full name. "But I shall pay it no mind. It's an expected kind of response for a situation like this. I'll even let you have the first guess as to who I might be."

Hestia took her place beside Percy, giving herself a frontal view of the man who had appeared from the sky. "You don't look like Krios," Percy spoke out loud.

The man tilted his universal head to the boy and the Olympian. "No, I am not him, but I do see where your assumptions come from, so I cannot fault you for it." The man stood straight in his place, moving his starry eyes back to the son-to-be. "Then again, you've never really studied me, have you? I guess not, since what there is regarding me is all but theoretical, and humans put it these days. I never did give away the truths to me before."

Percy grew confused and concerned at the man's evasive words, but apparently they meant something to Hestia, if her reaction was anything to go by.

"Lord Chaos?" Hestia had breathed out, leaving Percy at a loss for words to see his patron at a loss for her own.

"Just Chaos will be fine, my dear," the now named man spoke. "And yes, I am Chaos."

Percy turned his attention back to the man, the grip on his sword flexing. "Chaos…the creator?" the demigod struggled out, mimicking his brain as it tried to piece together where he had heard that word as a name before.

"The one and only. Thank you for not bowing, either of you. I was going to ask you not to anyways."

"I thought you were a level of hell below Tartarus."

"And I could level Tartarus if I so chose to." Any calm air that had been entering their atmosphere had collapsed in a moment. "But for the sake of life on Earth not being thrown into a loop of despair and monster hunting, I choose not to."

"What do you want?" Percy surprised himself, Hestia, and if the raised eyebrow of a dust cloud was an indication Chaos too with his bluntness.

"So straightforward. It would be wrong of me to say I expected otherwise from someone as bold as you, the foundation of the Olympian homes." Chaos removed a hand from his pockets, and pointed the comets of his fingers to Perseus. "I come in peace. I wish to talk to you and, if you accept them, give you offerings."

"Offerings?" Percy lowered his sword slightly to be parallel with his hip. "What kind of offerings?"

"Three really. Very simple ones. You have the choice to deny or accept them, if you so wish to, but I suggest you hear me out first before giving me our answers."

Percy shot his gaze to his side to Hestia, looking to the goddess who had guided him to a new life to do so again. The creator of everything, standing before him, offering him something? It was unreal to Percy, but still real at the same time. Hestia looked back to him to see his pleading gaze, and upon understanding it nodded for his answer.

"Fine," Percy agreed, facing the universe before him and lowering his sword. "I'll hear you out."

"Do you not find it strange how you speak to me, Perseus?" Chaos asked, turning his head slightly. "Many people's first thought is to humble themselves and control their nature in front of the all-powerful."

"Please do not be mad with him, my lord-" Hestia began speaking, but Chaos cut her off with a hand of the galaxy.

"It is quite alright, Hestia. I do not fault him for his tone. It's endearing, especially when so many others panic and try to tiptoe around me, thinking I could lose it and obliterate them at any moment, if they do something wrong. They forget that I have trusted them enough to reveal things to them so many do not know, and I have no reason to harm those I have seen the potential and shine in."

"Others?" Percy brought up, his mind still stuck on the one word near the start of Chaos' explanation. Instead of answering, Chaos gestured past the two he had come to visit.

"Sit." His word was but a lone word, sitting between an offer and a demand, and the demigod and his goddess chose to comply. They turned, and found on the other side of the pit a bench waiting for them. They gave Chaos a look of curiosity only to find him sitting in a bench of his own, mirrored to the one he offered them. They took their seat on it and looked to the high god before them.

"Let's start with my first offer," Chaos began, looking to the pair of champion and patron. "I've made this offer to many before you, for they have proven their worth and potential to be more, and now I offer it to you: the chance to come with me to a new life." Percy and Hestia's eyes widened at his proposal. "If you choose to, I will take you away from this world to live among the people who have agreed to this in the past. There your life will start anew, and you can find that which you had lost. You were a warrior and a leader, Perseus, and with me you can find that place in life again. Return to yourself the life you are most familiar with and that you had earned, which was forcefully ripped from your being and wear it again into the world. And with it, you will find life with new people, those you can trust, for if you could not they would not be with me."

Percy sat still as the words swam around in his head and his offer stood in front of him. A new life, and restart, to get back what the camps and gods took from him when he was cast out, and when he chose to leave it behind without a fight. He could get it all back, and then some. He could meet people that he could trust, people that could fill the holes his old ones had betrayed and manipulated to manipulate him. That could be his once more.

Percy dropped his hand from his lap onto the bench, brushing against the hand of the one who sat beside him, and the five past years came rushing back in his mind. And with them, his answer. "No."

Chaos blinked but it did not waver his smile. "You're turning down my generous offer?" The tone of his voice gave away what he was doing, and Percy gave him the midway point of a look between bored and angry.

"Are you mocking me?"

"No, but I am happy you caught the joke. I am fine with your answer. May I ask why you wish to turn this one down? I'm curious to know what you have to say."

Percy blinked and looked down at his still extended sword, brushing his thumb along the hilt. "It's…it sounds really nice, don't get me wrong. But I have my purpose." Percy turned his head slightly to his side, letting his eyes rest on Hestia. "Doing what I do now, helping demigods get to the camps safely and learn from them how to continue to live safely. I'm happy doing this. It's filled my heart when they tore it open. If you came to me with this offer sooner…I might have said yes then. But, with how my life is now, I can't agree to leave it behind. I wish to stay here and continue doing what I do." Hestia sent him a smile, and he did the same. "This life is a good life."

"What a splendid answer." His voice brought the two out of each other's gaze to stare back at the creator. "In case you questioned me choosing you out of all the people of this time to choose from, that should be enough reason why I have. Dedication to the family you still have. Good." Percy nodded, blushing slightly, and only did so more when the goddess hugged his side.

"Thank you for staying and saying that, Percy," she spoke softly into his ear. Percy lowered his head and raised a hand to place on hers.

"Thank you, for giving me this new life."

"I couldn't let you not smile."

Chaos placed his hands on his knees. "Shall we move on to the second offer I bring you, young Perseus?" The demigod nodded, and he and the goddess broke their hug to face their bodies to him. "Good. What I offer you now is more unique. Each trustworthy soul I come across, I offer to bless, and pass onto them powers different from the next. And I offer you powers, ones you do not have, ones that you deserve and could benefit from in this life. You won't be able to harness them right away, for they need time to store in you so you may use them to your heart's content. You will look different too, but only slightly. Not too much of you will change, and it won't be something very outlandish and overboard, like extra limbs or growth. Just your look will change, if you wish for these powers. You can use them to protect and survive, and those seem to be two of your biggest goals. What say you, Perseus?"

Percy breathed out his nose and finally capped his sword, trusting the atmosphere enough to lower his guard. His fingers scratched at his pants lightly as he muttered under his breath about the idea of more powers. His eyes trained on his hands, flexing his fingers as he counted that which he already had. Did he need more? Would it be helpful? Would it be too much? Would it absorb and corrupt him? Would they help more than harm?

"What kind of powers do you plan on giving me?" Percy started, moving his gaze up to meet Chaos'.

"An extension to your fire powers. You have little ones that Hestia herself has given you, and I would give you more offensive and defensive ones to wield alongside the passive abilities you have now."

Percy nodded in understanding, letting those words sink in before he gave his answer. "Okay. If the power is going to be that helpful and simple, I'll take them. Thank you."

"Splendid." Chaos leaned to the fire in his seat. "Come to me, if you would."

While still slightly hesitant around the new deity, Percy picked himself off the bench and shared with Hestia a small smile as he made his way over. He walked around the fire to him, and nearly jumped into it when Chaos just appeared by his side, gesturing to the now empty bench. "Lay down," his voice came out over Percy's shoulder, and he complied. Now spread on the bench, Chaos walked to the demigod and stood by his side, holding a hand out and hovering it over the sea god's son. "Now close your eyes. You will not feel what I do to you, but the powers and changes will be made. They will be yours."

Percy took a deep breath and gave the starry night above one last look before his eyes closed. Chaos lowered his hand closer and curled his fingers down, and Percy's body relaxed and opened up until he fell asleep.

"L–Chaos?" Hestia spoke up from across the fire.

"Yes, Hestia?" Chaos leaned his body down closer to the boy, swapping his head in place with his hand.

"Pardon me if it sounds rude, but may I ask why you have come to Perseus now, of all times?"

"Because now is the time," Chaos answered simply. "He has gone through the hardships placed upon him by the gods and their children and has moved on to a life of lax and happiness. The first offer was but to test, and let him prove to himself that he is but a worthy man in this world. And now that he has found himself stable, I come to him offering progress. There is no fear of an enemy overhead, not any I see. Peace will continue with his life, even through the little bumps. These will make those bumps less bothersome for him. It's only fair." Chaos moved his hands to the sides of Percy's face, and Hestia watched as the stars that decorated them moved and gathered on his palms and fingertips before he stroked them through Percy's hair. Hestia watched as the dark strands that sat atop the demigod's head grew bright at the creator's touch, becoming a soft gold and orange in their place. Chaos retracted a hand from the hair, lowering it down Percy's face before resting below his chin.

"You wouldn't want it like this, would you?" Chaos spoke aloud, more to Percy than to Hestia, which confused the goddess by its meaning until she saw the man change to what was not a man. His fingers grew slender, his form thinned, his suit melted and molded itself into a dress. Chaos' hair grew out and dropped, acting as curtains around Percy's head. The now her Chaos looked down at the boy, the smile still on her lips. "Like this, no?" Her voice, too, had changed to match her form.

While the drapes of hair still stood in between their faces and Hestia's, she could still see through the cracks as Chaos opened Percy's mouth with her hand and pressed her lips to his, moving her other hand below his head to touch the hairs closing in on his neck. Hestia could not stop the confusion and the blush that made their way upon her as she watched the creator and most powerful being in existence kiss the boy she had come to visit. Of all she could have expected, that certainly was none of them. When Chaos lifted her hand and head away, the emotions in Hestia only grew as she watched the creator's glowing orange tongue slide out of Percy's mouth and back into her own.

Chaos' hands moved up Percy's face and rested their thumbs over his eyes, rubbing across the lids gently. "Arise, Perseus, my child," Chaos spoke softly to the boy. "Arise, my star." She released his head and stood upright over the body, and Hestia watched her form flicker and shift until she was a he again.

"That's a first," Percy commented, opening his blue eyes slowly to the sky.

"Oh?" Chaos quipped. "What is?" Percy pushed himself up slowly to sit and turned to face the two deities. Hestia stifled a gasp, but the action was lost on Perseus.

"I've never been called a star before," Percy admitted. "A bit weird."

"I think it fits you," Chaos told him, waving a hand between them to form a mirror for the boy. Percy blinked at his reflection and jumped back in shock, holding onto the bench to keep himself from jumping over it.

The man in the mirror almost gave him a heart attack, since it was both him yet also not him. His hair was no longer crazy and everywhere and solid in its place; it had become crazy and everywhere and flowed, flickering up like a fire, which Percy almost mistook it for. He ran a hand through his hair, finding it warm but still hair all the same, and watched as puffs of light flew from his head, like the embers of the fire pit among them all.

His eyes were startling. No longer did he have the human eyes he was born with, colored a soft sea green. They had instead become full orbs of blue shades and tints, floating around one another yet staying solid and in no way obstructing his ability to see the world around him. And as he barred his teeth, he found the white bones that they once were, replaced by glowing red stubs with streaks of orange passing through them at any given time.

"What the hell did you do to me?" Percy breathed out as he continued to give himself a look over.

"I made you my star," Chaos told him. "A red star when you speak and command, a blue star when you gaze and glare, and a yellow star when you stand up tall and menacingly. From these will come your new powers in time, and with them you may control that which builds in you now."

"You said you weren't going to change me that much. My face is the first thing people look at, so this is going to be distracting as all hell."

"Well," Chaos began as he took away the mirror, "proportionally I did not change much to you, so I am keeping up with my promise. And the mist will cover for you around the mortals. Of those who can see beyond the mist, however, they will see you the way you are now."

Percy groaned and curled down to his knees. "I'm happy Lady Hestia is the only one that stays around then."

Hestia smiled to him, slowly coming over the many stages of shock the scene moments ago had thrusted upon her shoulders. Chaos hummed and looked above the boy before him. "Yes, about that. This brings me into my third and final offer for you."

Percy shot his head up to the creator, who lowered his to meet the demigod's gaze of light. "Finally, if you would like to, since you have denied my first offer, I can have people spend time with you. I have three who have taken up on all of my offers who know of you and wish to meet you, the new you. They're fascinated by your stories and wish to meet the man of the legends, and if you would allow them, I would too. If you say yes, then they will work out with one another how they will come to greet you, and you will hear from one of them before you hear from me of their plans."

Percy stared at the eternal sky being, his hair wisping in the night wind in tandem with the fire between them and the goddess. When he broke his gaze away from Chaos it moved to said goddess who met it with her own and smiled his way. He smiled back, barring his red teeth slightly into it, and made the decision in the back of his mind.

"Sure." Percy turned his head back to Chaos while speaking. "I could use the company. I think I'd like to meet them too, and hear from them what I'm missing by staying here and living happily."

Chaos let his smile direct itself to Percy. "Wonderful. I will inform them of your decision then. You will hear from them soon. Goodnight, my star child." Percy blinked at the nickname, only to find Chaos gone and Hestia and himself to be seated in the grass across from one another where the benches were once situated.

"Huh," Percy let out from his mouth, looking over to the goddess. "Well that was something I wasn't expecting to happen."

"It was surprising," Hestia agreed, picking herself up and making her way through the fire one more to sit in front of Percy on her knees. "This is the first time I have met Chaos, and he is not the being I was expecting him to be. He was right to call the documents we have on him theoretical. They don't do that personality of his justice."

Percy hummed and looked down at his hands. "It feels weird."

"What does?"

"My face. My eyes work fine despite being balls of fire, my hair doesn't burn even though it's a flame," Percy smacked his lips together, "and my mouth tastes weird now." With his head down, Percy was unable to see the blush Hestia got remembering for him why that was. "I feel…warmer, I think? I'm not burning up, but it is a very soothing feeling."

The goddess raised her hands and ran her fingers through the pillars of locks on Percy's head. "That's good, Perseus. That it doesn't hurt you. I think you look beautiful with them."

Percy closed his eyes and smiled as the blush played out on his cheeks. "Thank you." His fingers drummed on the grass between his legs. "My lady?"

"Yes, Percy?"

"Would you like to spend tomorrow together again? I have no matter to attend to and no demigods to rush to the camps. I would enjoy spending more time with you."

Hestia smiled and leaned down to him, placing a soft kiss atop his head, in the middle of his flaming scalp. "Of course, Perseus. I would love to spend the day with you." Percy raised his head to smile up at her. "Come now, Perseus. Let's get you to a real bed for the night. Lie down and close your eyes."

"Yes, my lady." Percy leaned his body back slowly into the grass and Hestia moved to his side, keeping her hands in his hair. The son of the sea gave the night sky his goodbyes before closing his eyes and feeling his body ripped away from the outside world.

When he opened them, he found a ceiling above him, and a blanket being pulled over him. He rolled his head to the side, watching Hestia tuck him in and place the leftovers of their food to the side on a counter before sitting down on the bed beside him. Her hands combed his hair as it flickered up to the sky, refusing to let gravity hold it down. She smiled peacefully down to the demigod, and he smiled up to her, blinking his eyes in a struggle between staying awake and falling asleep. He succumbed to the opposition and allowed it to take over.

"Goodnight," Percy spoke softly, "my lady."

And there he slept, with the goddess by his side, soothing him into the night.