The ship they were on was massive. And even that would be an understatement.
Compared to Earth, the large spacecraft was more than double its size. According to his mother, it was the flagship of his family, able to decimate whole planets and make the most fortified of garrisons look like a joke with its superior firepower and cutting-edge technology.
He still had questions to ask his mother, such as who she was, who were his family, and why they were so powerful, but she shrugs it off, saying that "You'll find out soon enough".
This gigantic flagship was known as the Vanguard Battlecrusier - Class Dreadnought, the VBC Glory. It boasted weaponry that made the master bolt, reckoned to be the most powerful mythological weapon ever forged, jealous. Cannons swiveled around as turrets and laser batteries swept across the hull. If there was a way to describe it, Percy would say that the person who came up with the concept for the Executor Star Destroyer from Star Wars probably played too much Starcraft and decided to make a fusion of aforementioned Executor with the Terran Battlecruiser. Make it about 10 times bigger and voila, you have the VBC Glory.
The ship made Percy impressed with its long winding corridors that stretched along the entire length of the ship (yes, that long) that branched out to many smaller pathways to other rooms.
Percy expected something like aliens to be manning the guns and maintaining the ship, but they were all humanoid beings - people like Percy.
"Ah! Here we are!" The woman opens two large doors for Percy, and shows him in.
Zeus would have probably died if he saw this, Percy thought. The king of Olympus had declared once that the Olympian Throne Room "be the most magnificent, most beautiful of all Throne Rooms in all of the Universe, and woe betide anyone who dared say not". Apparently, this one was so much more royal than even that.
Murals and art hung on the walls. A long, red carpet stretched out all the way across the floor, polished marble shining like the morning sun. Twelve large thrones, much bigger than those on Olympus, occupied an entire walkway. Two reminded him of darkness and negativity, whereas another two directly opposite of them emitted warmth and positivity, bright as the sun. The others either radiated age and youth, the sea and water, an earthen throne (no, seriously. It was decorated like it was made out of dirt), the deep rumble of thunder and the odour of ozone sorrounding another one. One reminded him of Tartarus, with a paint job that resembled lava and fire. The eleventh reminded him of love, with a quiver of arrows hanging from an armrest. The final one radiated pure power - it felt that his eyes would melt when he looked at it. Black lightning shot out from the chair every few seconds, and it made the aura of the other thrones look miniscule. It was, basically, a combination of all the others, as if they were just branches from a power node.
His mother smiled at him, and said just 5 words. "Get ready for the show." She snaps her fingers, and 11 flashes of light illuminate the room as Percy feels the air get sucked out of his lungs for a split second.
One of them is dressed in a dark suit and jacket, his hair combed in a fringe. His eyes are piercing and cold, but the smile on his face suggests otherwise. The woman that materializes next to him is - wait a minute, why is Nyx here? Anyways, Nyx dons a beautiful black silken dress, her long hair in a ponytail and her in eyes a shimmer of happiness as she looks at her half-brother for the first time since Tartarus. (A/N: In Nyx's POV because Percy doesn't know his relation to her yet.) (Erebus and Nyx)
A tall man is who Percy recognizes next, lips curled in a smile and his eyes portraying a landscape of destruction and utter desolation. He wears a biker's jacket, and Percy can hear screams coming from within. His hair is messy, just like Percy's, and he smiles at the demigod, though it comes out as menacing, and the lady next to him hits the back of his head, making him flinch. (Tartarus)
She's dressed in a simple dark-blue coloured one-piece dress, and her face is serene and content. She smiles warmingly at Percy, and she reaches forward to shake his hand. The next person is a man in a hoodie, wearing dark long jeans that make him look taller somehow. His hair resembles the waves of an ocean, and his smile is just like Poseidon's - happy and joyful. (Thalassa and Pontus)
A man who's simply dressed in informal clothing - a plain white t-shirt and shorts - comes forward, sending a brilliant smile towards Percy and hugging him. His hair is as yellow as the sun, and on his belt hangs a quiver with arrows, though the tips are blunt. (Eros)
Another couple is seen next, and Percy easily identifies their golden smiles and shining eyes to be like that of the Sun. They seem positive about everything, and in their eyes he feels a sense of familial love and welcome. (Aether and Hemera)
A woman who Percy identifies as Gaea is next, and she's actually smiling at him. At her side is a strong and muscular man, dressed in a baby blue outfit with long jeans. Ouranos, Percy guesses on his basic knowledge of the Primordials. Either ways, he gives Gaea the benefit of the doubt, believing that she will not hurt him and that his mother would protect him if she even thought about it. (Gaea and Ouranos)
The second final person apart from his mother is an aged man, though he changes to a youthful teenager after that. His eyes are kaleidoscopic, a changing flurry of colours that alter along with his appearance. He's dressed in a Greek chiton, and he smiles at Percy, though it looks weird on his face. (Chronos)
And finally, his mother. She changes her form into a young teenager, around 15, and she smiles lovingly at Percy. A long black dress with streaks of gold and white hangs off of her curvy hourglass-shaped figure. She is, in Percy's eyes, the very purest personification of beauty itself, making Aphrodite look like a pig. Yes, a pig. She wears a crown on her head, golden and black, and he realizes that everyone is as well. Nyx and the man with her wear the same design - a dark ring studded with rubies and obsidian, the positive couple wearing their shiny gold crowns with polished diamonds. The aged man wears a crown that reminds him of Kronos - ever-changing, yet universal and neverending. Ouranos and Gaea wear a crown studded with the finest jewels that shoot out lightning and a crown fashioned out of dirt and stone respectively.
The tall man wears a savage crown that reminds Percy of the fields of punishment, and it radiates fear that would've made Hades scared.
The final three don't have any on, but the power that suddenly envelops them would more than substitute their lack of the accessory. (Pontus, Thalassa, Eros)
Percy looks at the gathered adults, who are are now gigantic in size and sitting on their thrones. He doesn't know what to think, but he's smart enough to figure out who the beings before him are.
"You - you're the Primordials." he stutters out, as he drops to a knee and bows before them. But he's resisted from doing so by an unknown force that forces him to stay up.
"Please, my son. We don't do that. We aren't the Olympians, nor will we ever be." His mother tells him, and he immediately relaxes.
"Now, let's introduce ourselves again, eh?" She smiles, as the others snicker or chuckle. Percy, the smart boy, figures out that they must have introduced themselves before to him, but he must have had forgotten.
"Youngest first!" His mother calls out, and the positive couple groan and stand up.
"Aether and Hemera, Primordials of the sun and brightness, positivity and warmth. Nice to see you, uncle." Percy blushes, though he waves at them and smiles back.
Next was the tall man, who surprises Percy by saying this. "Name's Tart. You're a good fighter, bro. You know what I'm in charge of." Catching Percy off guard and snickering at his flabbergasted expression, he sits back down, satisfied that he managed to make the most powerful and smartest demigod get confused. In Percy's mind, the words Tartarus, kind, and compliment definitely did not match.
The young man was next, and it seemed like he was having a seizure every time he changed age. "I'm Chronos. Don't mistake me for my good-for-nothing nephew, though. I hate that guy. Based on our correlating names, you probably found it out by now." He snarls at the end, though he doesn't really put in much effort to curse the Titan of Time.
After him are the two primordials of water, Pontus and Thalassa. Pontus looks like a more aged Poseidon, and it Percy were to look in the mirror he would find they had an uncanny resemblance in their facial features - smooth yet scarred. Thalassa's gaze is full of motherly concern - much like Sally, his mortal mother. He can tell the similarities between this couple and that of Poseidon and Sally, except that Poseidon probably wasn't related to Sally in blood.
Moving on, Nyx and Erebus (Percy guessed) came next. They were in charge of the airy vapour that surrounded Tartarus, and bested everyone else's looks (except Chaos), which meant something.
Eros came next, jumping down from his throne after shrinking from mortal size and he extended his hand to shake Percy's, and he also surprised Percy by jumping 10 feet in the air, sprouting a pair of wings that made him look like a messenger of the Gods (maybe that's where Hermes got his inspiration from) and flying to the top of his throne, before enlarging once again and resting comfortably back in his normal form.
Gaea and Ouranos were the third and second eldest among all of them, and their physical manifestations definitely said so. Ouranos was the sky, and Gaea was the literal Earth. Percy couldn't help but squirm a little at the fear of having to fight these powerful divine entities at their full power, swallowing down his pride as the strongest demigod in told history.
Finally, it was his mother's turn. Percy originally couldn't place his tongue on who she most likely was, but he remembers the names that always popped up in his head. He was pretty sure that his mother wasn't a man, so he went with the obvious answer.
"Lady Chaos," he almost bows, but remembers what she had said earlier. He's honoured that he's the son of Chaos herself - the most powerful being in all of creation, being the Creator herself - but he also feels a little unworthy.
She smiles at him, and summons a throne - just as tall as the others, albeit without decorations, but Percy still recognizes the effort she makes to assert Percy as a member of the powerful family and sits down.
"We have much to discuss," she addresses her family gravely. "After several attacks from unmanned and anonymous frigates and squadrons, and the recent ongoings at Gaea's realm, we have reason to suspect that he may be rising again."
The council remains silent, and Percy recognizes the difference between them and the Olympians (or as he liked calling them now, the immortal pains in the ass). Unlike the disorganized and strifeful Olympians who allowed pride and ego to get in the way of Fate, the Primordials were respectful towards the speaker and knew the seriousness of certain issues, drawing a very clear line between them and the immature gods.
"We shall prepare for battle once again," Chaos continues. "Against one who was our family in past, yet we shall cross blades once again if it is the wish of the Moirai. We shall not fall, and neither shall we despair, for we have a new member of our family." In her hands materializes a ball of pure light, as she stomps her foot and cries, "I, Chaos of the Primordial Council, hereby deem and declare Perseus Jackson as my true successor and heir, and may ridicule and treachery befall any who question my statement this day!" She thrusts the ball into Percy's body as he feels pain and satisfaction at the same time, an odd combination of feelings.
It takes 5 minutes moreorless for the pain to fully die down as Percy clutches his head, throat dry from screaming due to agony. Everyone is staring at him now, and he feels so insecure as he raises his hands up to cover his face. Instead, a mirror fashions itself from nothing and gives him a full vision of himself.
He's more muscular, and his eyes carry an air of wisdom and dominance, still maintaining the fierce look of a warrior. His face looks as if it had been chiselled into a living canvas, his scars a beautiful story told in faint traces of cuts that reflected his life. His eyes aren't the normal sea green they had always been, now replaced by a span of endless stars as darkness and light reflected on them. From his back sprouted a pair of black wings, streaked with gold and silver linings. He now wore a dark robe that covered his entire body and a hood that shielded his face from the others (he had pulled it down when he reached up). He had a utility belt on which two monstrous looking sickles were holstened and fastened tightly on, along with a hunting dagger - one of Artemis's, nonetheless - and a large scythe that hung on his back. Surprisingly, it wasn't heavy. It was just light, like everything else, meaning he could run without fear of being encumbered by any unnecessary weight. Inside the robe he donned a black shirt - chainmail plating, he realized, that felt like silk on his skin - and black pants that hugged his legs tightly, making him look muscular and tall at the same time.
"My gods, Percy," mumbled Chaos. "You look amazing," she finishes, smiling at him dazzlingly. She waves a palm over him, and she announces in a clear voice that broke the other Primordials form their momentary stupor.
"All hail Perseus Jackson, child and crown prince of Chaos, heir to the throne of Creation, the Angel of Death, Primordial God of Death, Destruction, Betrayal and the Void. Behold Perseus Jackson, he who shall henceforth be named Omega; behold Perseus Jackson, he who shall from this moment onwards inherit the Roles and Domains of Power of any Primordial who breathes and should fall in battle or fade. All shall bow to Lord Omega, the Chosen Warrior of the Void."
All the Gods and Goddesses got on their knees and bowed, making Percy nervous. He tries waving them off, but decides to dismiss them. "At ease, my family." He musters his best drill-sergeant voice and says.
No sooner said than done, all 12 Primordials save the Angel of Death immediately sit back down, not used to bowing to other beings.
"Oh yeah, mom." he calls his mother. "Why do the demigods feel so? Was it not my leave that they so wished for?" He questions, an eyebrow raised as an image appears in the middle of all 13 thrones, depicting Camp Half-Blood and it's campers roaming around fearfully fast, as if Hades was on their tracks.
Chaos all but sighs, positive demeanor changing to a regretful one. "T'was all the doing of Order, my child. It is of your own fear that he managed to manipulate you, summoning one of his spawns to assist in demoralizing you and putting you out of the battle. Little did he know that this meeting would occur." Chaos smirks, knowing that they had an advantage over Order in terms of time, as the literal manifestation was right there in their ranks.
"Order sent Perses and the hellhounds. Believe it or not, it wasn't me. Mom gave Gaea, Nyx and I an explicit order to make it hard for you 7 demigods to complete the quest, but not to kill any one of you so as to ensure that we come to this point. Killing you especially was a big no-no which she threatened us using eternal damnation in the Void. Anyways, the monsters are rallying to a different banner - the one of Order - even Typhon and Echidna themselves." Tartarus defends himself, knowing that Percy probably blamed him as the perpetrator of the coordinated attack.
Percy just nods in silence, as Chaos goes on.
"Percy, we have to train you for the upcoming battle. Order makes all of us looks like a joke, even combined with the Titans, Giants, and the Olympians. Thus, we'll have to hard-drill you, to teach you the best ways to approach Order in every possible scenario. Your training starts..." Chaos takes a moment to ponder, before saying plainly, "tomorrow."
Meanwhile...
Location: Hunters of Artemis's camp, Arizona.
Time: 7:30 P.M, day after Winter Solstice.
Artemis would not give up on finding Percy.
She wouldn't believe he was dead. He couldn't, as the only decent male in the world.
Surely the Fates would not be so cruel to her, would they? But she herself knew better.
She wipes dry a loose tear that escapes her eye. She would find Percy, no matter what it took - immortality, her plsce in the council, her own hunters. She had to find the man she loved before Thanatos laid his mark on him.
Meanwhile, Eros ponders from across the universe, as his arrow is far from notched, having hit its mark a long time ago. This would most definitely be an interesting turn of events.
(A/N: I'll go more into depth about Percy's Roles and Powers in the next update, which will hopefully be published next week if the gods of exam paper marking are lenient enough. Also, if you want to know, I may develop a sort of Harem Relationship (i.e the one in The True Child Of Chaos, another great fanfic) so if you want something like that to happen, please review and do give me suggestions. I'll need at least 4 more as Artemis and Bianca are already in it as they are needed for the plot. That's all, so have a great day!)
