This chapter was amazingly fun to write. I tried to not give too many ideas of Gaea's future plans because obviously I have no idea what Riordan has planned for the final book and of course Gaea will be the mastermind behind the giants plans. I just referenced to things that I know will happen because gods or giants have said it before to the demigods.

It gets a little dark since you can't write from an immortal being who wants to take over the world and kill billions of people without getting a little depressing. Hopefully it's okay for this story!

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Gaea's POV

Gaea was driven by one thing.

Hatred.

Hatred for the pesky mortals on her surface. Hatred for creations that weakened her and the nature that was a part of her. She hated monsters- such stupid, foul beasts weren't even supposed to exist if it weren't for demons and gods mating with each other and creating them. Gaea hated a lot of things. Gods, the ones who had lived for far too long and had remained in power longer than was just. They were weak, they were disgustingly selfish- but somehow they had remained in power.

And that led Gaea to hating the things she hated most.

Demigods.

They were unnatural. Gods- immortal, powerful beings that came from Gaea's very own children- joining with mere, puny mortals, to create them? Demigods were weak, they were vulnerable and they were a waste of space.

They were wrong.

Yet somehow they had always been able to thwart Gaea's plans. Every time.

Well not this time. Gaea had been the second being to come from Chaos herself, Ouranos being in existence only a decade before. She was more powerful than anything but him, even Tartarus. Her power was so vast, so large, that she spent most of her time asleep because she could crush the gods like a mortal could kill a pet. She was Gaea, and she was the Mother of All. She hated and she loved and you better be sure that she was the one you owed life to because without her there would be nothing.

Gaea loved her Titans. She had loved them with her very being. Ouranos had been ruthless and wrong, her children had deserved to live and rule instead of being swallowed by him. They would have been the physical embodiment of Gaea herself- they would have ruled for her because she couldn't do it herself. She would have been the one behind the scenes, leading them in their rule. It would have been her.

Ouranos had been scared of any of their 12 races of children rising up against him to take his place. He had locked away the two eldest- the Cyklopes had been pushed into Tartarus and the three Hekatonkheires (giants who summoned icy storms and hurricanes)- back into her womb. The pain that had caused Gaea had been enough for her to want revenge. To see her children treated that way, by the very being who had sired them, was disgusting and she grew to despise him for it. In fact, she hated him.

That had been the first time she had ever felt hatred.

So she had had Kronos. One last child, one last gift. And instead of giving him to Ouranos- her supposed love and consort- she had kept him safe. He had been raised and grown up strong and proud, unyeilding and perfect. Gaea had whispered in his ear, controlling him, and he had grown up to be the perfect son. He was her favourite and always had been. So when she had urged him to pick up the weapon she had made, his adamntine skythe and castrate his father- to save her from having to birth any more of his children- he had done it. Kronos had urged four of his brothers to go to the four corners of the earth (the titans would later become the four sentinels of the world) to hold down their father. Kronos had gone to the middle and castrated his father and Gaea had relished the screams of the evil who had been her consort.

But he had won one last victory. As his blood had fallen, coating her surface, Gaea had had a few more children.

But Kronos had disappointed her. Instead of rescuing the cyclopes and hekatonkheires he had left them. But instead of raging and suffering, Gaea had plotted against the child she had loved above all.

She had turned to Rhea, her eldest daughter and it just so happened, wife of Kronos. She had watched as Kronos ate his own children, scared from the prophesy Gaea had uttered long ago telling him that his own children would overthrow him in a way worse than he himself had done to his own father. So Gaea had convinced her daughter to save her final child, Zeus, and raise him with the sole purpose of destroying his father. Zeus had grown up strong and iron willed and had released Gaea's imprisoned children to help him and his siblings overthrow the Titans and imprison them in Tartarus. He had cut Kronos into millions of pieces, just as Kronos had done with Ouranos.

It had been bittersweet when her favourite child had been killed.

Gaea had then gone on to watch over the gods. She had had children with both Zeus and Poseidon and for a while Zeus had done well in following her plan.

But then he made mistakes. Creating mortals and animals, populating the earth with beasts that overrode her, delegating jobs to his siblings and children that had belonged to her's.

She had grown to hate all of the immortal gods.

Gaea started to miss Kronos. Forgetting that before he had also gone against her wishes, she grew sure that if somehow she could get her favourite being back into power, things would be good again. Kronos would crush humans, the animals would be sport to him. He would crush it all and rule with her behind the scenes and pulling the strings.

She wanted Zeus obliterated. Him and all of his little gods.

So she had gone to Tartarus. They had made the Giants. And after many failed attempts at crushing Zeus by herself, she had brought out her ferovious children to wage war on her grandson and his kingdom.

But then he had brought in demigods. And somehow he had exploited her children's one weakness and defeated them all.

So she had raged. Storms and plagues. Nature had stopped responding to the will of the gods and she had caused havoc. But her rage and anger had done nothing to the gods who she had helped to rule. Their betrayal was the last straw and Gaea's hatred for them grew until it was irrevocable and permanent.

So she had gone to sleep, biding her time. She had waited, silently lending strength to the gathering force of Kronos and whispering in his ear.

Then Alyconeous had formed, faster than Gaea had expected, and she had turned to the only living demigod who was currently alive out of the Prophecized Seven.

Hazel Levesque.

And the only way to get to Hazel was through her mother.

It was funny really, how beings who could possibly possess great power had such big, insignificant weaknesses.

The rest had been easy. Her mother's mind had been weak, easy to manipulate. Hatred and division between Hazel and her mother had been a long time coming. So Gaea had used that, their insecurities and weaknesses, and had made Hazel help raise her boy. But what had the stupid, moronic child done?

She had willingly sacrificed both herself and her mother on the very night Alyconeous would have risen.

Hazel Levesque was by no means the first demigod Gaea had ever hated- Hercules and all the other demigods who had fought in the first Giant war had the child of Pluto beat by millenium- but she was the first Gaea had ever hated with a single act.

Gaea had bided her time after that. She turned back to Kronos. Giving him her power from over the years and hissing plans and words into his mind. He would have to be smarter than before in this war with his children. He would have to be careful and plan and make sure all the pieces were aligned.

That was where Percy Jackson had come in.

That demigod had plagued Kronos for years. Kronos had actually come to his mother, telling her to get rid of him so that his way to Olympus was clear. Without the son of Poseidon, Kronos's rule would have come easily.

But Gaea had refused. Later she regretted it, but at the time she had thought it was the right decision. Kronos had to earn his throne, Gaea couldn't keep doing everything for him. He had to defeat this one obstacle and the rest would be easy. And Gaea knew about Prophecies. Even she dare not mess with them. Fate had a way of working and when you came to a cross roads you had to choose yours. So she had chosen.

After she had hated Percy Jackson with a passion.

Never had she hated anyone this much. Not Zeus, or Kronos, or even Ouranos. Percy Jackson may have been mortal, his life may have been the equivalent of the duration of a mere spark in mortal terms, but she hated him. She begrudged him every moment of life, she watched him all times. Her essence was so large it could be spread around in many places at once and while she looked from being to being, after his birth she had never taken her focus off of him for even a moment.

Gaea had powers of prophecy. She had been the one to foretell Kronos's defeat by his own children and she knew the powers Fate and prophecies held. Gaea had been alive longer than most. She had seen everything and she knew the consequences of not following the laws of existence.

But Percy Jackson... he cheated death and the Fates. He played with fire and soon, very soon, Gaea was going to make sure he burned. She would send him to Tartarus for him to deal with. No mere demigod would be able to handle Tartarus. Gaea would make her gianst torture him until he was on the verge of death. Then she would make sure he was healed and torture him in an entire new way.

She would never tire of his screams. His pleas for life, or death, would be as sweet as honey to her. She would savour every moment of his pain.

Gaea never stopped to wonder why she should be so threatened by a mere demigod. The others... she hated them as well. Jason Grace especially.

But Percy Jackson? Something about him made Gaea fill with absolute loathing.

She had so many tortures planned for him, most to do with either Annabeth Chase (another demigod who she would look forward to breaking) Sally Jackson- a waste of space if there ever was one, and his father Poseidon who, despite it all, Percy loved.

Seeing his father weak and grovelling may be just the thing Percy needed to crack.

No. Scratch that. Gaea didn't want him to crack. She wanted him to break. She wanted to drive him to insanity and then bring him back just long enough for him to realize how futile him fighting was.

And when he gave up- because he would. They always did, nobody could stand against the force of Gaea- she would torture him even more. For years and years, until he became an old man, she would torture him.

She would kill him herself. Before old age or sickness took him, Gaea would form enough to hold a dagger dipped in poison and stab him right in his heart.

His screams would mix with her laughter.

Gaea was looking forward to it; but first she actually had to defeat the gods.

Which, if her children followed her orders and did exactly as she said, shouldn't be a problem. She would wake completely soon and Gaea was eager to live up to her potential once again. And after she woke she would set all of her children free. They would rule the earth with her watching over them and no one could ever stop them. She was smarter than everybody, she had watched every being their entire lives and knew everything about them. Nobody could stand the might that was Gaea.

She savoured the pleasure of the thoughts. It was what she clung to. Hatred may have driven her to do all the acts but it was the satisfaction of the gods defeat that would make all of this worthwhile.

So now she was back to watching. Biding her time, watching demigods was the only amusement she got.

Now that they were finally joining together, Gaea watched with interest and even more amusement.

The edilions were on the ship- in fact two of them had already overcome Leo Valdez and Jason Grace. There was one more... and Gaea knew just who should be on the recieving end.

She turned her greedy eyes to Percy.

He was with Hazel and Frank, following closely behind Reyna. Disgust and contempt filled her at the sight of so many demigods. It was sad how many they needed to defeat 12 giants. Add to that the power of the gods.

Although, thanks to Gaea's promises to Khione and the snow goddess whispering in Zeus's ear, the gods weren't that much help at the moment. Hopefully Zeus wouldn't actually aquire some brains and grow a backbone anytime soon. After August, on the day of Spes, he would be crushed anyway and then he was free to fight back however much he wished. Gaea and her giants would be able to handle him.

As long as the demigods didn't succeed in closing the Doors of Death (and if Clytius did his part right and the two powerful demigods played into Gaea's plan they wouldn't. Not if Tartarus held true to his word) Zeus would remain on Olympus.

Ignorant fool.

He needed the demigods to prove their strength? Prove their worth? Gaea was past the point of being serious when she said her grandson was absolutely stupid. Closing the Doors was an act that few could do, it was true. But Zeus needed the demigods to prove their worth? Hades, he was blind.

Jason Grace had defeated Krios. Albeit with help, but he had still done it. Hazel Levesque had thwarted a plan of Gaea- a feat that earned some respect, however grudging. Alyconeous still wasn't over it and niether was the Earth goddes. Leo Valdez had made an entire ship and the idea had come from when he was a mere five year old. He had more power than he himself saw. Frank Zhang... Frank was a cause for concern. His weaknesses were few, he had many powers, more than a single demigod should. Gaea watched him closely. He was one of the biggest threats, perhaps more than Jason or Percy. But the latter was doubtful. Percy always had a way of surprising Gaea. Frank was a definite threat, although minor. Piper McLean was more talented than anyone could see. Gaea knew that, she knew that you have to know your enemies to defeat them. Piper was more persuasive than the rest of the demigods put together. She had a knack for winning people over. She had defeated Medea, a powerful opponent. Annabeth Chase had gone on more quests than the rest (sans Percy) combined and she had used her brains and fighting prowess enough for Gaea to realize just how dangerous that daughter of Athena really was. And then there was Percy Jackson. Somebody who Gaea had known to watch early on. The boy was the most powerful demigod alive, of that there was no question. He was the biggest threat and Gaea needed him eliminated as soon as possible. The sooner he was taken out of action the better. But if any of her children were able to capture the son of Poseidon alive that was preferable. Gaea wanted him to see his world being torn down around him, wanted him to suffer. If he was alive when brought to her then Gaea would have recieved the best spoil of war in the history of war. If Percy Jackson was qualified as a formidable threat by Gaea herself, then that was reason enough for Zeus to believe his worth.

The gods of each parent could testify to their child's strengths. Fortunately they were too stupid to band together to prove it to the King of the Gods and they were all stuck on Olympus because of it.

Gaea loved a challenge. This may be her favourite one yet.

So far it had been easy. Yes, there had been minor setbacks along the way, all of them due to her childrens inadequecies and the demigods, but Gaea was known for her planning. She had plans for almost every letter of the alphabet. Plan A didn't work out? Move on to plan B, then C, then D and so on. She had substitutes for monsters, forces that she controlled. She had armies and smarts and her physical power was unmatched by any other.

When she woke it would all be over. For the gods anyway. Her reign would be just beginning.

Anticipation filled her at the thought and she watched the demigods carefully, studying their every move. To defeat them she needed to know them. Learn their habits, their strengths... and their weaknesses.

Jason's was easy. He was honourable and would always do the right thing, Gaea could manipulate him by batting her eyelashes at him and telling a simple white lie. Piper was slightly harder but Gaea knew she had weaknesses as well. She was weak and without charmspeak the girl was nothing. Piper was easily taken care of. Leo was insecure, he felt alone without Gaea having to feed his doubts. When it came down to it Gaea was sure she could convince the boy that there was nothing for him to fight for on the side of the gods. His friends were all paired up, he was the outcast. There was nobody he loved enough to fight for- or if there was Gaea could convince him that there wasn't. Hazel was trickier. But she loved her friends and family, she had proved it when she had sacrificed herself alongside a mother who had hated her most of her life. Hazel couldn't stand to be alone. Frank... the boy was the hardest. Take away his friends and Gaea was sure it would just fuel his rage. He had powers and smarts and Gaea wasn't sure where his weakness lay. All she knew was that the sooner that stupid stick of firewood burned the better. Then there was Annabeth. Her fault was within herself. Pride. Beat the girl or outsmart her and there, she was done.

And then there was the easiest one of all.

As Gaea's gaze landed on Percy Jackson she couldn't help but feel like smirking, if she could. His weakness? Even a mortal would be able to see it.

Percy's weakness rested in the form of a blonde daughter of Athena. Take her out and he had nothing.

Kronos had almost done it. With his Nakumura soldier and the poisoned blade. The knife had been meant for Percy (pity he didn't have the Achilles Curse anymore, Gaea knew where his weakness had been- both in the physical and emotional aspect) but Annabeth had taken it for him. Stupidity or the mortal's idea of love, Gaea wasn't sure what to call it, but she had watched Percy's frantic reaction. She had seen the panic in Percy's eyes, even if her son had been too stupid to.

Hades had had the right idea years ago. Stealing Percy's mother, the only person he had loved at the time. The god of the Underworld had smarts and battle prowess. Thankfully his alliance to the gods was questionable at best due to the way they treated him and his wife. Hades was one god Gaea wouldn't mind having on her side. He may be gloomy and mopey but when it came down to it he was tactical and a good leader.

But thoughts of her eldest grandchild would do Gaea no good. He may have been the only Big Three God she had never mothered a child with, the most faithful and smartest and he may have been the gods saving grace in the Titan War, but Gaea didn't dwell on him. If she could convice Hades to join her side, all the better. If she couldn't then it was his loss and she woud watch as he learned to regret his decision when she crushed his siblings and all their chidren. When she crushed the world that he had helped to make.

Victory would be sweet. And it was so close Gaea was almost fully awake from the thought of it.

She watched carefully as Percy stopped to talk to the other demigod, an 'augar' who called himself Octavian. That one had no loyalty, was weak minded and couldn't even do his job right. It is possible he could have been a tool for Gaea to use but she left him alone. Knowing him he would mess things up for the other demigods on his own, and if he helped her unkowingly that meant Gaea didn't have to promise him anything in return. Besides he would probably want Percy's head on a silver platter and that was something Gaea could promise to nobody but herself. Although she had told many monsters, titans and even some of her giants that he would be their prize.

They would get over the disappointment. The only one who would be given Percy Jackson was herself. Maybe Gaea would give them Leo Valdez, or even Annabeth Chase. Hazel Levesque was spoken for, Frank... Gaea wasn't sure what she would do with him yet. Piper would be for anybody else, preferably after Gaea could tear Jason Grace apart right in front of her eyes. Jason was another one Gaea wanted for herself, although Porphyrion was promised the boy. Maybe Gaea would let the giant have him, as long as she got to watch and comment.

But Percy... he had to pay for everything he had done. Stopping Kronos, the defeat of so many of Gaea's family... and his audacity. He had made a bargain with her, and Gaea had been forced to spare his life. But nobody ever outwit the Earth Goddess, and while his victory was amusing, and she had to admit he had gained respect for the surprising move, nobody was allowed to outsmart Gaea. All of Percy's victories when he should have been defeated... they wouldn't go unpunished. Gaea owed him the worst death of all.

After stopping with Octavian Percy, Frank and Hazel moved forwards to go and stand beside the other leader, Reyna.

That girl was a possibility. Strong willed and a good fighter, Reyna would have been one person Gaea would have liked to have on her side. If she stopped so low as to use demigods, which she didn't. Not unless they were said to become gods later like Dionysus and Hercules.

"Jason Grace, I welcome you home," Reyna said. And that right there, those emotions in her voice, that was her downfall. She loved Jason and Gaea was disgusted at the thought. Whether it was love as a friend or more, it didn't matter. Love was love.

Love was weak. It had the power to completely destroy a person. Love left a person vulnerable.

"And these," the daughter of Bellona continued on, "your friends-"

Gaea watched, amused, as Percy and Annabeth took a small step towards each other. Surprise flashed through both of them, only showing for a second, before they burst into a run.

It was interesting to see how the Fates played with this couple, Gaea had to admit. So many gestures of love between them, so many sad times. Hera took away the girl's boyfriend unexpectedly in an attempt to thwart Gaea's plans, Annabeth thinking she was in love with Kronos's puppet, Luke, for years while really the two had been falling in love with each other. So many times the other had almost died, so many times they had had to say goodbye. Add in the Calypso scandal, Rachel Elizabeth Dare and many more complications and... it was a mess. Or at least it had been, until the demigods got their priorities straightened out and finally admitted that yes, they were in love.

Gaea had Arachne weave the scene. The one of them kissing underwater. Not to commemorate the moment, not because it was romantic and touching and she wanted to see it forever in it's beauty, but because she knew it would unsettle them. To know that everything they did was being watched. Annabeth would see it in her quest for the Athena Parthenos, Gaea was sure. She would have the spider hang it up in plain view. Annabeth would see it and it would shake her, surprise and unease her enough for the monster Athena had created to destroy her.

And destroying her would destroy Percy.

Even if Annabeth somehow managed to beat Arachne (which she wouldn't, obviously, no child of Athena ever had) then Gaea would find another way to kill the girl off. Tartarus was convienently located just under Arachne's webs. Maybe she could fall in and after that... well it was Tartarus. Nothing except monsters, old and ancient gods (not Hades or any of the Olympians or their children, only gods of darkness), titans, giants, Gaea and Tartarus himself was able to go down there and navigate that hellhole. The only way Nico Di'Angelo had survived? Gaea had her giants go and trap him and take him captive. Otherwise he would have been as dead as the rest of the unfortunate souls who had found themselves in there. If Annabeth fell in there she was doomed.

Percy and Annabeth pulled away from each other and Gaea would have shaken her head if she had a physical form. Such displays of affection were useless and weakening. They showed your enemies who you cared about and how much. They were unnecesary and, quite frankly, Gaea was nauseated at the caring that the demigods obviously felt for each other.

"Gods, I never thought-" Percy spoke and Gaea watched him, unsurprised when Annabeth judo-flipped him.

Why should she be surprised? He was just a demigod, it wasn't a big amazement. The others may be in shock from seeing the great Percy Jackson defeated, however temporarily, but Gaea just watched calmly. He was a demigod, no titan or immortal being such as herself. They were practically made to be defeated.

It wasn't some big accomplishment. Plenty of people had the ability to defeat Percy Jackson and this was his girlfriend. Of course he wouldn't fight back or harm her. He probabaly even felt guilty about how he had vanished without a trace and thought this was her form of getting even.

"Hold! Stand down!" Reyna shouted.

It looked that way as Annabeth leaned over her boyfriend. Her eyes were definitely pricked with tears and she was shaking slightly but whether that was from exertion or emotion Gaea couldn't bother to tell. Annabeth pinned Percy down and got close to hiss words at him.

"If you ever leave me again, I swear to all gods..."

Long list, Gaea thought wryly. This entire scene was too dramatic, outdone, predictable and emotional. Gaea wouldn't even be watching if it wasn't for the Seven demigods here. They were somehow supposed to defeat her and her giants? How? They were fragile and could be crushed with a single move. Gaea didn't see how they would beat her in any way.

And yet the Great Prophecy said they would, Gaea knew it. To storm or fire the earth will fall... it was that line that gave Gaea reason to be nervous.

She was the earth. Unless the line meant the inhabitants of the earth, the prophecy was talking about her. Fire was Leo, obviously, and storm... Jason or Percy. Maybe both of them working together.

You can't stop a prophecy, but they could be taken to mean different things than the truth. Gaea knew she couldn't stop what was to come, she had been alive long enough to realize that. But she could weaken the enemy. She could stop and think about all of the possibly meanings of the prophecy or she could go and fight.

She chose the second option. She was sure that the demigods would lose, the gods would fade and disappear, and her giants would rule the world with her in charge of it all.

What made Gaea so sure of victory?

Why the boy she had just been watching. This little scene had just proved it. He could be defeated by removing one single thing.

Percy would have to make a sacrifice, all of the immortal beings knew this. What that was... well Gaea was less certain but she definitely had suspicions. A certain loved one, a place he called home. Percy would have to give up something very dear to him, perhaps the one thing he couldn't live without; and if this reunion was anything to go by, he wouldn't be able to.

And without Percy Jackson the gods didn't stand a chance.

If Gaea's plans worked, if she could somehow remove Annabeth Chase in some way, her victory would be certain.

No, you can't stop a prophecy.

But you can stop your enemy by taking away their greatest strength. And judging by the love coming from Percy and Annabeth right now it would be all too easy to do so.

Oh yes, this would be fun. Gaea couldn't wait until Greece.

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