Hey guys, gals, hermaphrodites. Im back, i dont really have an excuse other than this; i ended a really meaningful relationship and it shook me to the core... I don't wanna go into it much other than this... Nico is gay? Wtf

That said ive been romanced and enticed by the same book series so lets try this again, hopefully it will flow better, have longer chapters and generally be funnier and darker also pickle rick might be seen because i mean hes a fuckin bad ass! But other than that expect very little in crossovers because i tried that and it was shit, it wont work unless you got time and can flesh it out and i dont have the experience or the skill. That said on with the disclaimer and the story.

Disclaimer: i dont own shit.

'In the beginning there was nothing... Or something i dont know... Then chaos was all like im horny lets fuck nothing and the primordials came about and they're basically your bitch. You control them kay? Anyway shit happens and i fucked your dad and thats how you're born happy?' - drunken Rhea to Zeus circa 3000-ish bc.

Aphrodite, in simple terms, was; a worldy, a ten out of ten, a fine piece of ass, a hotty, a stunner and a thousand other terms for generaly the sexiest woman you would ever see, and yeah thats my mom... What? You thought just because i was her son i didnt think she was fit? Im Percy Jackson, son of Aphrodite and this is my story.

Sally jackson was a kind mortal, a being of compassion and sweetness, the very essence of human compassion. This was because she saw the world differently. She saw the tree spirits laughing and merry flitting through central park, winged horses majestically flying through the sky their muscles rippling in the golden sun and she saw more. Many more wondrous and unbelievable creatures that she couldn't possibly explain or understand.

It was her escape. An escape from an otherwise dreary and dim life. Her parents had passed on (an airplane struck by lightning saw to that) her uncle bed ridden with an incurable cancer, her dream of becoming a learned woman was now an impossibility due to debt and not only that but her job as a candy salesperson made for long hours and very little time for socialising. So these rare glimpses of true magic were her only tether to reality. Ironic really.

As with all incurable cancers, it thrived in uncle Eddie's body, spreading slowly and painfully and eventually he passed away, in pain and agony. Yeah, lifes shit that way. The funeral was held in a rundown korean church, korean jesus watching on. His slanty eyes staring on in love and compassion as a dove rested in his cupped palm. It was indeed a sordid and highly unintelligible affair as the vicar did not speak Americanish. It was all sally could afford, and despite the disgusted glances from the few people attending, she felt content that uncle Eddie would be up in the Korean heavens with kim il sung, nuking the western lands...

Thus in the coming summer Sally decided she needed a break, and montauk beach had a cosy little cabin that was cheap cheerful and exactly what she needed. So off she went, suitcase in the back of a somewhat new (though definitely secondhand) audi 5000 bundling along the cluttered roads and out of New York city. The air becoming less polluted with every second, and Sally's worries shrinking.

It was in this short holiday to Montauk that she met the love of her life. He was her escape, the winged horses and joyous tree spirits paled in comparison to his otherworldly glow and caring attention, he touched and caressed her with the lightest and tenderest of touches. He was her everything in the coming year, she depended upon him. Its a shame she wasn't from a family of sea faring people...other she would have known that the sea is not dependable.

Poseidon was a god, he was like a greek statue, strong defined and pumped. Let it be known that none could ask such a man, "do you even lift bro?" however. More than that he was a very faceted being, he was the embodiment of the sea, The earthshaker, The bringer of storms, he was of greek myth ans was as fearsome as he was gentle. But most importantly was his ability to erode. Despite his best intentions, Poseidon killed the souls of everyone he meets, he wears them down to fine particles of sand... That is his curse. To destroy those he is most loyal too.

"you dirty fucking whore! You want my hard cock don't you?" his eyes were a dark emerald his face set in a harsh weathered grimace and sally shuddered. This was not her caring lover, her sweet god of a man. This was a monster. She had seen small instances of cruelty, a darkness within those gorgeous green eyes and it had surfaced, like the kraken of old an horrendous eldritch like monstrosity had reared its ugly head and as a hand rose to clasp her throat in a vice like grip she cried out "please... Don't" it was a whispered plea. She didn't want this, she didn't want this, she didn't want this! But as she felt his rough hand against her heat she could not help but shudder in want and need and lust. "you're mine you filthy fucking bitch, get on your knees and worship me. I AM YOUR GOD!" it was said with a thunderous roar and she quickly fell to her knees. His length was quickly engulfed in her warm wet mouth, her head bobbing erratically as she gagged and sputtered she stared up at her wondrous relief from normality and only saw disaster, death and destruction. That night sally was used, every hole was filled, her face bruised and bloody her body covered in bite marks and her once tight cunt was pumped with cum again and again. 9 months later, a broken woman birthed a child. Perseus. Destroyer.

In the beginning life wasn't too bad, for the most part sally was an exceptional mother, she cared for her son deeply and strived to provide for the second most precious person in her life.

Percy was, even at 4, a gorgeous boy with black almost oil like hair, tanned skin and mesmerising dark green eyes. His mother would shudder everytime she saw him. For he was the monster reborn and like the previous, she could not help but love him and be repulsed by him in equal parts.

Percy staggered into the small kitchen. The tiles had a slightly brown hugh due to years of never being cleaned. The lino was tearing in places due to constant use. However to Percy, still a young child, it was normal. His small hands curled into tight fists as he furiously rubbed his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up and clear the fog that clouded his tired mind "wha's fuh breakfas'" he slurred still half asleep and slightly stumbling with every step. Mer seconds later he was awake his cheek painfully stinging as tears clouded his eyes, it was one of those days "don't look at me monster!" sally exclaimed as she spat at him, for a moment it was him. Her God. Then just as fast as his handsome visage appeared it was destroyed his strong jawline and rugged looks replaced with the child like visage of her son "eat your breakfast" she said stiffly trying to quell the rage with the regret she felt, monster or not it was her son. she jerkily walked out the kitchen her teeth clenched and her jaw aching almost unbearably. The noise of the front door opening and seconds later closing echoed in Percy's head as he sat in the silence of the dreary run down apartment. No one was there to see his tears fall into the milk, the stale cereal tasteless in his mouth.

oftentimes Perseus wondered what he had done wrong, what he had done to make mommy so angry and sad and hurtful. today he once again struggled to come up with a reason his mother would make him hurt, why she never said i love you as she left the house every morning. At every meal without complaint Perseus would eat all his food, he would chew with his mouth closed and eat at just the right speed. He would never ask for second helpings and never asked for another glass off water. His plate would be placed next to the sink and he would go to clear the table. It was a magnificent feat for one so young. Perseus tried his best at everything he did to earn his mothers affections and yet it never worked, every so often a warm and glorious hug would be given to him and sweet kisses across his face and her hands warm across his body but despite this he would cringe and gag due to the awful stench of alcohol (not that Percy knew this fact). He sighed as he scooted out of the chair, its legs gripping onto the old lino, making it almost impossible to slide out. His little legs hit the floor as he lightly gasped in surprise (the chair isn't normally that far off the ground!) he grabbed his bowl off the table, his hands just being able to grasp it as he moved across the kitchen. Placing it next to the sink. His green eyes were dull before an idea sprang into his head like a kangaroo on steroids. It was simple! mommy always talked about how she loved the sea! Lets bring the sea to her!

Percy shook his head 'nonononononono!' he felt terror claw at his heart. The elderly caretaker Mr Ben Dover had almost swore when he had seen what had been the cause of a complaint made by 33B, what should have been an easy day had turned into a headache fast. When Mrs schmalshnapper had screamed down the phone about a "cascade of water coming from my ceiling!" he had assumed it was merely the exaggeration of an old hag of a woman (for many a story had been told in the hot h rise apartments about the she-hitler) unfortunately for him it was not. Ben ran a hand through his untamed white hair before scratching his stubble. Despite his earlier assumptions of a leak, which would have lead to the whole apartment being without water, it was in fact quite an easy fix. The solution? Turn the bath taps off." Mr Ben Dover was not a happy man, it would be a costly fix, and no doubt the asian land lord Mr wan king would rant in his funny Japanese accent to ben, and he'd have to stand and appear sorry to the stinking jap (despite what they did to his father LT. Samuel dover - the man would turn over in his grave if he knew what this country was coming too). So when he had opened the bathroom door and he saw a young child close to kindergarten years playing in a pool of water nearly two inches deep, it was quite understandable that he was annoyed. Again he ran a hand through his hair. He knew ome thing for certain, his parents would be getting quite a tongue lashing and, hopefully, an eviction notice due to the sheer stupidity of leaving a young child alone without proper supervision. For everyone with enough braincells to rub two together knew a little toddler on his own just spelled disaster, not in the literary sense of course because there is much to many letters in that sentence to spell disaster but in the figurative kind it did. Ben Dover sighed for what felt like the thousandth time today and with a bucket and mop in hand got to work. It was gonna be a long day, and this was just the beginning!

It was six o,clock, the sun had yet to set as it was the start of autumn and the early nights had yet to set in. It was at this time that sally arrived to the door of her apartment to see Mr Dover standing with an almost imperceptible frown, his white shirt damp around the arms and the bottoms of his jeans soaked along with a rather used pair of black boots. Today had been a surprisingly good day for sally despite the rocky start, she had went into work (ignoring the mythical creatures of lore that she used to watch with such wonder) expecting it to be just as boring and monotonous as everyday for as long as she could remember be. American Candy the very name filled her with dread. working as a sweet seller, contrary to popular belieit wasn't the most exciting job that could be had. However she had met a startlingly normal man, his name was paul blofis and despite his average-ness he had a way of making sally smile. Whilst Poseidon dragged her into a whirlpool of wonder drowning her in the mythical and extinguishing her dreams of a normal life, Paul Blofis inspired it. He was the rock in a tempest of water. A constant that sally needed in this chaos of her life. He was an americanish literature teacher at Goode highschool and to sally it made sense afterall if he could inspire a bunch of insipid kids to read 'of mice and men' then surely he could inspire normality in her. he had even asked her out! She was on cloud nine, a man hadn't even looked at her since he had. Sally had a date at eight exactly, and nothing would stop her from going. Different romantic scenarios played in her head, a candle lit dinner, sweet relaxing music, charming and normal (normal!) conversation and at the end of the amazing, perfect, excellent night Paul would drive her to her house, peck her on the lips and thank her for a lovely time. These dreams stopped as ben explained, in rather annoyed tones just what he thought of how she was raising her son, Harper Valley PTA eat your hear out!

out." one word, one of the worst a mother could say to her son "mo-mommy?" green eyes looked up at her, such deep innocent eyes. "i said get out" her voice was devoid of emotion her posture was stiff and unyielding. "im sorry, i-i-i tried mom-mommy i ruh-really did" Percy stammered 'whywhywhywhy' "i said out! Go!" no harsh words were said, they didn't need to be they permeated the air, the tension was almost palpable for the mother and son couple. Percy looked into her eyes, there was nothing there, no love, no anger nothing . He ran. Out the door. down the stairs. Out the apartment complex. Away. Far, far away. Sally sighed in relief. Normality. It was six thirty-five and she had a date to prepare for, she walked into her room and closed the door. The apartment for a moment was deadly silent "i wonder if Paul would prefer white or black lace?"

Aphrodite stalked down the street, tge vision of a fallen angel as tears rolled down her cheeks, framing the most perfect woman imaginable. Every god had a flaw, it was almost fatal, but when death cannot claim you how deep can the wounds run? Aphrodite was a gorgeous woman. Her hair like silk, her body just the right mix of firm and soft, athletic and curvaceous, her skin glowing and her touch like a gentle breeze and yet when asked what she looked like none could tell you, for her visage was different to everyone who lay their eyes upon her. And yet as she looked into the window of a car, her visage distorted all Aphrodite saw was her imperfections because for every positive someone could praise her for she was always bested by her sisters Athena the warrior and Artemis the huntress.

Today had started out quite unlike any other, because in all the time both she and Ares had been an 'item' never once had Ares asked her out, sure he had demanded had ordered but never had he actually said those six perfect words "will you go out with me?" naturally Aphrodite said yes in an almost squeal like fashion before running into her room to get ready, usually he just wanted to take her from behind, his hardness stretching her tight arsehole as he murmered names of various women, his right hand pulling her hair and forcing her head back painfully.

Today however, today would be romantic there would be a meal, a drink and maybe even a slow dance. And everyone would stare at the perfect couple for war and love always went hand in hand trajedy without love was impossible afterall. Then as the sun fell and the night grew cold. They would retire to her room and they would make love, face to face for the first time in their long lived lives.

she wore the best outfit she could find, a deviously enticing crimson low back dress that ensnared the senses and bewitched the mind, it hinted at sensuality and showes off her perfect curves and generous chest, accompanying said dress was a matching pair of stilettos her feet clasped in their tender grip and her toenails painted. In her hand she carries a small clasp bag, empty.

She smiled into her mirror, her sister artemis looked so natural, even covered in dirt, golden monster dust sprinkled in her auburn hair, Aphrodite could never look as beautiful. She would never be as intelligent as Athena or as poised and capable, or as kind and compassionate as Hestia with her tender smile and supple lips, nor even the regal and haughty beauty of Hera who in her unattainable stature reached a height of sexuality that Aphrodite herself could simply not compare. The smile didn't reach her eyes.

She appeared in a flash of gold and observed her surroundings, some sort of restaurant and apparently a rather high class one judging from the expensive jewellery and the flamboyant dresses they wore. Not to mention the suits the men were wearing, they were obviously the upper echelon of society. Niceties rolled of peoples tongues as they greeted one another.

One man stood out in the crowd, he had an infuriating smirk and a 5 o'clock shadow, he was dressed in traditional biker clothes his biker jacket made from pathches of dark leather stitched haphazardly and badly. As if it was a trophy from a hunt that he had pieced together himself from the remains. This was her date. Ares.

She strode slowly, towards her lover and felt marginally disgruntled by his lack of proper attire. She set it to the back of her mind. Perfect. It was going to be a perfect day. As she neared the table, at which he sat in a lackadaisical manner, she noticed all of the stares she received. Most were of lust and as she glanced into the eyes of one rather athletic man she saw what he wanted. Tied up and begging she would tease and deny, degrading him and using him how she wanted. She blinked, smirked and continued on after seductively licking her lips. She could have any man in this room. Any woman. She revelled in the attention.

He grunted his guttural greeting as she sat down, his dark sunglasses hiding his burning eyes of madness and death (it was a shame really, they brought out the colour of his jacket) it only saddened Aphrodite. She knew with his powers he could hide his eyes from those around them. Was she really that hideous that he did not want to lay his burning gaze upon her? She unconsciously curled in upon herseld as she stared into the dark exoanse of his glasses. All of the happiness fled from her body as she slowly cuddled her arms she became increasingly more introverted. Even the cripple refused her advances, too busy in his pursuit of automaton perfection to ever pay attention to his wife. too busy tinkering with his metal creations.

Ares smirked as he continued to stare blankly at his toy. Despite his fondness with her ( more particularly her body) he loved to see her as she was. Alone and desperate. He could already feel his member stiffen uncomfortably against his pants at the thought of using her tonight as his personal cum dump.

It was at this moment a waiter walked up, she was a rather plain girl dressed in a simple black skirt, her hair slightly messy and her white shirt tucked in haphazardly. Despite never even entertaining the thoughts of another woman she could not help but stare in awe at such beauty. So delicate and feminine with an almost asian like look about her. 'a porcelain beauty' she thought almost mesmerised.

"excuse me sir, ma'am are you ready to order?" Ares stared at the woman, she was blushing as she stared at his muscular visage "steak bloody ." he snarled with an almost bloodthirsty grin. the waiter began to sweat as perspiration appeared on her forehead. Half due to arousal and the other fear. "and... And the Madame?" the goddess hadn't even opened her mouth before Ares interrupted "she's having the salad, watchin' her weight" Aphrodite stared in disbelief at her counterpart. A righteous anger coursed through her as her eyes sparkled dangerously. She felt the ichor in her body bubble and snarl as the waiter quickly walked away. "fat?" it was spoken as a challenge. "shut your mouth you ungrateful whore, it should only be open when im stuffing my hard cock down your fucking throat".

Aphrodite stood. Before speaking in and angered tone a smirk upon her lips "you have made an enemy ares" she spoke "you have sealed your fate. Every time you raise your blade in... Battle, every time you hope for success, you will feel my curse. Beware ares. Beware" and with that she walked out of the restaurant and into the cold dark night something had changed in Aphrodite wether it was due to the fates feeling adventurous or it being that time of the month no one will know for sure.

tears lightly fell from a perfect face as she slowly walked down the avenue. Her breath was seen in the cold of the night and her nipples brushed uncomfortably against the fabric of her dress as the cold air encompassed her body. The echo of her stilettos echoed across the barren expanse of a street in a steady beat.

Wolf whistles and cat calls followed her as she became lost in thought. Things would be different from now on. Difficult. For love and war had been split. Nothing would be the same. The goddess was so caught up in her own macabre thoughts that she failed to see a young frail boy walking towards her shivering in the cold and almost stumbling with every step. The same could be said for the raven haired boy as his head was angled downward obscuring his eyes from view.

With a muffled yelp both Perseus and Aphrodite fell in a tangle of limbs, both as shocked as the other.

When they had finally separated in a rather embarrassing mish-mash of hands in inappropriate places and many muttered apologies both looked just as ruffled and annoyed as the other "hey watch where your going!" they glanced at each other dark green connecting to an angelic blue "don't copy me!" again another glance, neither actually seeing"i told you to stop that!" another glance this time longer, deeper. Percy blushed as he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen before in his small amount of years, her face was divine. Her lips a gentle pink, her eyes kind and her hair flowing like a river "are you an angel?" she closed her eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink before replying in a almost trance like fashion "no... Im a god" Percy blushed even harder as he heard her voice it was as beautiful as the night sky and as soft as the rolling clouds above "you're the most prettiest person I've seen"

A gunshot was heard echoing across New york as the constant blur of noise bled into focus, police sirens blaring as they raced to the seen of one crime or another. a stray mutt barking (or prehaps a rather adventurous young hell hound) yet neither broke eye contact. Fate had no powers here. Not on this night. Not on this spot. Reality hit Aphrodite with the force of a rugby player (or football player for y'all 'mericans) what the heck was a little kid doing out on the streets at this time of the night? "where's your mother?" the question was asked with a curious tilt. Percy's head tilted down"she doesn't want me." silence. It was pretty awkward really. Aphrodite looked at this boy, she made her decision. "do you want to come and live with me?" faster than a speeding bullet Percy's head shot up hope gleaming in his eyes "you won't leave me will you?"

"never"

They disappeared in a flash.

So pretty much the same premises as the original chapter but definitely more fleshed out, thats over 4000 words there so uts definitely double or pretty damn close

Hopefully the paragraphs were better along with all the other shit that needed improving. I tried to keep a light tone in some areas and hope that my mesh of hunour and darknesss worked well

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