Ayeeeee I'm back again writing two chapters in one day trying to make up for the two years I missed. Sorry about that. Please try to leave constructive criticism and suggestions that I can use later if I get writers block. Thank you, guys, and enjoy the chapter.

Disclaimer: I think it's my plot, and no I don't own PJO or any of the characters.

Last time:

Hecate POV:

A loud thump was made. I am surprised he went that far. I thought by the fifth glass he would be down. Good thing I had the shots handy. I chain him up against the wall I was once chained. And stripped him down to the pubic hair. Now, I wait. Wait for a miracle. A suspenseful action by an arising hero. Or anything really. Anything that shows things are changing for the better. All needed is hope.

Now:

5 years later in Tartarus time

Hestia POV: The gods know what Percy meant to me. He was going to be my champion. My predecessor. The legacy to the Hearth. But this doesn't mean I can bless him now with something that might come in handy while in Tartarus. Although it being a while, and me not having thought of it sooner, I still decided it would be little gift. And so, I blessed him. I prayed to Chaos, the real king or queen, or whatever, and prayed that the blessing would be delivered to him when his inner fire sparks. When he thinks of home.

Percy POV:

Me and Val and the Voice had been walking for 5 fucking years. And now, with these enhanced senses, I can now see the village that the Voice was talking about. It was still days away but the Voice had given me farther rendering sight on my eyes strictly for Tartarus since everything is always so far away. Me and Val decided that once we got within striking range of the camp we were to rest up and sleep. I amazingly had two cubes of ambrosia left from the safety house that Val had led me to. We would eat the ambrosia the day of the fight and storm. I would shadow travel behind the enemy and stealthily slash the monsters down will Val would take the front lines. Although me being 6'5 doesn't help the fact that I'm sneaking.

'Percy the Titan is Hyperion. Just a little FYI.'

Holy shit. She doesn't talk for months then suddenly bam. You're going to fight any army of monsters along with fucking Hyperion. Probably the best swordsman Titan, one whose swordsmanship rivals mine. But he kind of sort of wins in the sense of his thousand-year-old knowledge of every strike.

'Right I know I should've told you sooner.'

'Stop reading my thoughts. Even if you can read them, pretend like you can't ok. Good.'

'Sorry, I'll stop, just a force of habit.'

Ok so what. He's made of fire. I'm literally the exact opposite. I put him out with my water and earth and darkness and shit right. It'll be easy.

'Actually, it won- '

'Stop—reading—my—thoughts.'

'Sorry last time. His fire cannot be put out by water. His life source fuels his fire. Unless he is killed, it won't be put out.'

'Ok so basically I need to stab him really fast and hard with my four-and-a-half-foot sword through his armor into a titan made of blazing fire? Anything else? How about a side of WHAT THE FUCK! I'm a demigod that can shapeshift and shadow travel. Although it being cool and all, I'm not a titan made of fire. How do I possibly beat him?'

'Well I cannot tell you that being this another special, um, "event", that the fates have given you. This is all up to you. But you defeated Kronos remember? You bathed in the River Styx. You did the impossible and saved Olympus twice! IS this really a challenge?'

'Oh well now that you put it that way… yes.'

'Well too bad. Go over there and do your thing Perseus. Many people rely on it.'

I felt her presence disperse from my mind. Now I could think in peace. But many people rely on it. That had gotten me curious. Maybe we will find out what that is all about.

"Hey Percy, we're getting close."

"I know, lets camp down by the boulders just a couple miles out." It was a giant formation of rocks. Perfect to sleep behind. Perfect to rest an upcoming fight with a 200-monster army and a titan.

We walked, more of a trudge towards the boulders, knowing that we may rest again. Once we get there, Val curls up and lays down. I lay on her stomach, and I go to sleep, her fur hugging me like a blanket. Like a 7-foot-tall blanket or black fur warmth encasing me. I drifted away, only to be conscious in the realm of unconsciousness. I was greeted by a tall figure in a black cloak. The clock was that of pure darkness. No color but black. It was seeming as if it took all light only to leave darkness.

He spoke, "The others have been trying to communicate with you but cannot since Tartarus does not allow it. I am surprised I can finally meet you Perseus Jackson."

"Yeah listen, it's nice to meet you and all but who are you?"

"I am Erebus. Primordial of darkness."

I didn't speak. Just stared in amazement. I looked around in my dream to find the beautiful lady that had talked to me the night of my banishment. She noticed that I had seen her, but did not speak.

"Um, uh so uh." I struggled to find words but felt as if I would be eaten by darkness. Erebus chuckled.

"Speak up child," he stated in amusement.

"Um. Hi. Oh yes, I have a question. Why have you contacted me and who are the others and why are they trying to contact me."

"Well for the last two questions I cannot answer, but for the first; I have contacted you to tell you that I am fading. In due time, I will slip away a fade into nothingness, leaving the realm of complete darkness to anybody who can take it. I had first thought of giving it to my sister, but seeing as though she is too shy to put the realm into use, I have decided that I shall bestow it upon you. You will be the heir to the realm of darkness."

If I had been shocked before, I'm knocked on my ass now. The heir to the realm of darkness. That shit sounds sick. But I'm a demigod. I couldn't handle such power, nor could I control it. It would either vaporize me or control me. I put my thoughts into words.

"But I'm a mere demigod. I would not sustain the much power."

"That is where things will change. We will turn you into an immortal. Not a god, but strictly just immortal. Of course, you can die but then reborn. So, don't die."

This day just gets better and better.

"Ok so I will get these insane darkness powers, but I'm stuck here in Tartarus. Can you zap me out or something?"

"Um no. Only Tartarus may do that, or at least he must allow it, but usually doesn't. That is why you must face off this army and meet with Tartarus."

"Why can't you guys just tell him to meet with me? Aren't you guys like friends or something?"

"Because if Tartarus did that by the laws of the pit he would be deemed unworthy of holding the Tartarus realm. He must have no mercy shown upon anyone, or else his realm will be taken away."

"Ok I get it, but I don't like it."

The lady in black has not moved. She is beautiful I continued thinking. She is the perfect image of a woman. I caught myself staring and rapidly looked down.

"Ok then Erebus consider it done." The dream faded and I drifted asleep into pure darkness.

Chaos POV:

I flashed back to the sanctuary where all the primordials stayed. They were all on the dining room talking about the boy's future and who was to train him. Yet none of them knew that Erebus was bestowing the realm of darkness on the boy. Erebus told me that when he fades he wants Nyx to train him to perfect his abilities. But the primordials had other plans. They decided Pontus would be the first to train him and hone his skills. Then would be Gaia, although she had tried to take care of the Olympians her way, the primordials understood. I don't think Percy would though. She would teach him his earthly powers and how to strengthen it. After would have come Erebus. But he is being pushed a bit to the top. After Erebus would come Nyx obviously to better the powers of Erebus. The powers together would complement each other greatly. Lastly Chronos. What Chronos would grant Perseus is beyond even my knowledge, but if given the title to Champion of Chronos, Percy could become a god slayer. Quite literally. I myself have a gift to bestow on Percy before all of these selfish Primordials get their hands-on Percy. And I am quite sure that he will like it.

Hestia POV:

I had sent my blessing hours ago yet feel no connection to my newfound champion. Maybe eventually, when he ignites into battle, will he reach his inner fire and unleash my power. Use it to is full potential. A potential I could never reach because of the restraints put on me by Zeus. He knew what my power could do. And if put in good, wise, strong hands, could easily become the bane of Zeus. All I had to do was wait for the magic to happen.

Artemis POV:

My hunters were on the move. We had been chasing a reluctant group of hellhounds. They had fear in their eyes and didn't fight back. They haven't touched any of my hunters, much less any demigod or that of Greek descendant. At this point I call the hunt off, realizing that since they were no threat to anybody at the current moment and most likely in the near future, we let them live. Although it being months since Percy had been sent away, I can still do nothing but think of him. His luscious green and blue eyes, with raven black, unruly hair. His height, his cheeks, his body, and those lips. Those tasty lips. I caught myself and suddenly became disgusted and stricken with myself. Remember what happened with Orion. But a part of me knows that Percy isn't Orion. He is kinder, and sweeter, and nobler. He is a perfect boy. A perfect man. Could it be. Me? The maiden goddess fallen for a mere demigod. No, it couldn't. Must just be me remembering and mourning. I was then brought back by the huntresses asking if we should lay camp. I decided to stay in the woods for now, seeing as though there isn't much a place to go.

"Stacy, come here," I called out to my highest year huntress. She was 17, but had the posture of an adult, and the breasts and ass of one too. By far one of my most beautiful huntresses. We all know that a woman needs pleasure albeit a goddess or a mortal. Therefore, once every week we partner up. I picked the most mature and beautiful huntress of mine.

"Yes mi 'lady?" She called out in knowing. A more playful question seeing as she knew that it was that time of the week.

"After dinner head into my tent, and instruct the huntresses to do so with their 'partners'. "

"Yes mi 'lady."

-Time skip past dinner-

I was laying on my mattress. Yes, we are hunters but being comfortable isn't a crime. I was laying down in my 17-year-old self to match that of Stacy. I'm only wearing a silver bra, covering my 34 C cups and a silver panty displaying my round plump bubble butt. My body a tannish color with my silver blackish hair running over my shoulder down to the tip of my breast. I hear the zipper for the tent go down so I position myself in the most seductive way possible. As she enters her eyes go wide, filled with lust. She quickly takes off her own clothing, leaving her down to the tit. Her D cups perfect for my hand, not saggy but not stiff. Her pink nipple hard, her pussy wet. You can see the moisture of her pussy. She's been wanting this. I can tell. She pounces on me rapidly. In the bed, we are equals. She puts her lips over mine and starts her dominance. I let her have it. She kisses me with deep ferocity. Her tongue licks my lips, begging for entry. I open my mouth crashing our tongues against each other, each other mouth wrestling for dominance. I would have won, had she not run her hand down into my panties and stuck her finger in me, rubbing my clit with every stroke. I moaned. She now started to move her lips down onto my neck, onto my bra-covered breasts. She decides to leave that on and she makes a trace down from my cleavage onto my belly button, he lips brushing my skin as she lowers herself and the entry, ready to dig in. She teases, licking around my soaking pussy, and licking my inner thighs. She continues to lower her tongue on my clit while her now three fingers inside me continue to swirl around inside me. I moan louder and louder with each lick. I get closer and closer to cumming with every twist. My legs are shaking as well as my breath.

"Oh GOD, oh god ho god oh god oh god. I'm gonna cum. Oh fuuuck! OHHH." Then right before I came, an image in my head appeared. It was the time I had seen Percy shirtless in the lake he was washing himself in. I had admired him for a good five minutes before yelling at him and threatening to castrate him myself. And as soon as this image appeared, I came.

"OOHHHH PERCYYY!"

THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS. YOU ALREADY KNOW. I'm sorry there wasn't a lot of Percy but I'm trying not to over use him because soon there will be chapters on going where it is just Percy doing insane shit and just being Percy. Thank you guys for all your support. I know that is been a while of me writing, but to make it up I went two chapters in a day, and if I have time I'll try the same for tomorrow. Please leave lots of reviews. I can't get better or input your ideas if you don't comment them or PM me that's fine too. The more the merrier. Also drop a favorite, or follow or whatever to help support this story. Thank you, guys, and have a great day.

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