Hello, long time no see. We're getting towards the end now. I'm kinda sad about that but also kinda sad, is that weird?

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moxaleine: Just like I wanted you to think.

dead inside: yes, I will continue.

PERCY

Have you ever had a bucket of cold water thrown over you? If you have then you'll know how Percy felt in the moment. His heart stopped in his chest and all the muscles in his face turned to jelly causing his jaw to hang open which probably wasn't a very good look, but Percy was beyond caring at that point.

"Hello Percy," Sally greeted a sad smile on her face that did little to distract Percy from the lines that marred her face and the deep blue bags that hung under her eyes. These details hardly registered through Percy's mind because of the swarm of oh my gods my mother is alive, he lied, he lied, he lied-

"Not that this reunion isn't touching," Paul pretended to wipe away a tear, Percy looked at him the way one would look at a teacher that just informed you of your all-important exam was taking place tomorrow. "But I don't have time for sentimentalities, so let's hurry this along." With that, Percy's ex-stepfather whipped out a 9mm pistol a pressed it against Sally's skull.

"Paul, please-" Sally began but Paul merely flicked the safety of, successful shutting her up, and smirked at Percy.

"So, son, let's get one thing clear," Paul drawled. "You try to move, or do that weird magic thing you do and mummy dearest gets a bullet through her pretty head, understand?" Percy was silent for a moment before snapping his jaw shutting and nodding empathically. "Say the words, son."

"Don't call me 'son'," He snapped before backtracking. "I mean… yes, I understand." Paul nodded sharply before gesturing to the sofa with his free hand.

"Please, do sit." He offered always the hospitable guy. Percy grit his teeth until he was sure they would shatter as he made his way over to said seat, slowly and cautiously.

For a moment he closed his eyes and calmed himself down, 'my name is Percy Jackson, I'm a demigod and I can win this' he repeated the mantra over and over in his head before opening his eyes again.

Sally and Paul were both watching his expectantly, Percy shifted slightly. His mum had her arms pulled behind her back and were tied together with half a dozen cable ties along with her leg. She was sitting in one of the dining table chairs, and Paul also sat on one to her right.

"So, let's talk," Paul stated, relaxing in his chair but keeping a worryingly firm grip on the gun.

"About what?" Percy answered politely, folding his hands on his lap absentmindedly rubbing at the scar from the pit scorpion from all those years ago.

"May I suggest the future?" Without waiting for a response, Paul carried on talking. "I am part of an organisation known as 'Tempus', I'm guessing you know what that means, son?"

Percy scowled at the use of 'son' a word that Paul didn't deserve to associate with anyone, let alone Percy. "Latin for 'time'," he muttered under his breath, trying not to look like a sulking child despite the fact he sort of was one.

"Good." Paul nodded, "Well, we were a group made by Kronos, your grandfather." Percy shuddered at the name as he screwed his eyes shut. "He knew that he wouldn't beat you, Percy, it was your destiny to defeat him so he made a backup plan. Me." Paul fell silent.

Percy had to open his mouth a few times before words finally bubbled to the surface. "He had no proof that we were going to win, heck we almost didn't. And why would he need someone like you? You're a grey-haired English teacher, hardly the stuff of legend." Percy couldn't stop his voice from rising and even Sally's panicked face didn't help, still, Paul didn't pull the trigger, he merely chuckled.

"Oh Percy, that's exactly what I wanted you to think, seems that I'm not that bad of an actor." At Percy no doubt amusingly baffled expression, Paul stood up and elegantly sat next to the former and chucked an arm around his shoulders. Percy tensed under the grip but Paul just tightened his grip until he felt bruises.

"I'm not mortal, son," Paul whispered in his ear. "My name is Paul Blofis but I'm not an English teacher. I'm a demigod."

Silence except from the endless ticking of the kitchen clock, Percy had always hated that thing. How could Paul be a demigod? It didn't make sense; the man was as mundane and boring as they come, his name was Paul for gods' sake.

"You… no." Sally stuttered out, staring at her husband with poorly veiled horror. "You're a human, I can sense-" She was unceremoniously cut off by Paul throwing back his head and laughing, not that he sounded very jolly. He sounded like the boogie man.

"Sally, darling, I can fool even the best people, you want to know why? Because I am the son of Loki, you dull woman."

"Oh, so there's Norse Gods now?" Percy exclaimed, voice a tad higher than normal. "Fantastic, I was worried that there were only a bazillion Gods but no, there's gazillions of them instead." Percy laughed at the end, not 'I'm a happy man!' laugh, but rather a 'hey look, there goes my sanity!' kind of laugh.

Paul patted him on the arm, "calm down, boyo. That's not even the best part." He grinned at the end and Percy stuttered out a "brilliant."

"Paul, why us? We haven't done anything to you, and neither of us have heard of your so-called 'organisation' until today" Sally demanded, her nostrils flared with anger. Percy jerked his gaze to her again.

"It's simple really, your son has a fatal flaw that's so damn easy to exploit, I mean I needed you to come find me and you ran straight towards me, just like that?" he snapped his fingers on the last word from emphasis, Percy jumped at the noise. "And then, you didn't go to your friends for help, because you were worried you would hurt then. Again, you made it so easy."

"So," Percy began, tongue feeling way too big for his mouth. "You used me because I was weak." He summarised, mentally slapping himself over and over again.

"Yes and no," Paul stated.

"Well, that's not very helpful," Percy drawled eyes on the gun in Paul's hands, he held it limply now. Why shouldn't he? Percy wouldn't risk his mother's life, he couldn't.

"You are also the son of Poseidon, and therefore quite powerful." Paul shrugged as if that was the way everything went. It wasn't, of that Percy was sure.

"You didn't do anything in the war, Paul. If anything you helped us, not them." Sally shook were she sat, Percy wasn't entirely sure whether it was fear of anger but either way Percy didn't like it, and he also really didn't like how Paul smiled at her.

"And what did it do for you? Very little, but for me it changed everything because I saw through the mist, and I learnt were Olympus was. Also," he gave Percy a side look. "I found my ticket inside."

"If you think for one moment that my son is going to take you into the heart of the gods, you must be even crazier than you sound!" Sally all but screamed in the face of a man with a weapon that could kill her in a second. Percy had to commend her bravery but that didn't help his pounding heart or the way he curled into the arm of the sofa as Paul got to his feet.

This is it, this is it, this is it. He's gonna kill her. He's gonna kill her. Oh mum. Not my mum.

But Paul simply patted her on her cheek and whispered. "He will, because he loves you and he won't kill me. He can't win and so I can lose."

Percy screwed his eyes shut once again and buried his head in his knees. Paul was right, of course he was. Arguably, the man knew even more about Percy than the son of Poseidon himself.

"Isn't that right, son? Now come on, we've got a ride to catch." Paul holstered his gun before cocking his head to the side and staring at Sally with curious eyes. "You should come with us, love." Sally bared her teeth at him as he untied her legs. Percy looked up and watched him with shining eyes but didn't move - he wasn't even sure if he was still breathing.

"It'll be our last trip, as a family." Paul sighed as if the news genuinely bothered him; it didn't, of that Percy was sure.

Paul dragged Sally out of the door with a quick look at Percy that had the sixteen-year-old scrambling after him.

They descended the stairs in morbid silence; Sally marched with her head up high, as did Paul. But Percy practically dragged himself through the door. In that moment he wished he was like Annabeth, he wished that he could see the solution as clearly as the sun, but he couldn't.

He could use his powers but the fear and anger thrumming through his veins made it blatantly obvious that it would be a wild, relentless force that would destroy everything, including his mother; the one person that had to make it out of this alive.

He could punch Paul, but the man wasn't alone. He wasn't that stupid and if he was the so called 'son of Loki' then who knew what kind of powers he had. The god was a shapeshifter, and Percy really didn't want to fight a bull or whatever the heck Paul would turn into if provoked.

Outside their sad little apartment block, a black van was perfectly parked. Two armed soldiers opened the doors and three sets of arms reached out and dragged Percy and his poor mother inside.

The door slammed shut, and he was lost in the darkness. He could feel an arm around his waist and over his mouth. The floor was hard and cold but it would've been better than being pinned to the warm body behind him, sadly he didn't have much of a say in the matter, or any at all.

It was a short trip to the Empire State building but it felt like hours, especially when the only sound was his mother's laboured breathe. Percy felt sick at the thought of some brute holding her, and then he felt cold, so very cold.

No, he told it. Not yet. It listened however the cold left so quickly he felt a tad delirious with fever. Not now, he begged his head as it spun. Pull yourself together.

The slowed to a halt and Percy closed his eyes as the door was wrenched open and he was being pulled around again. He was nothing but a free pass to them and they were doing a wonderful job of treating his as such.

Light burned his eyes, yet he still forced his eyes to stay open and began taking note of his surroundings with a sickening feeling spinning in his gut. Everything looked so damn normal, people mulled around doing whatever it was they usually did ignorant to their impending doom.

Run, he mentally urged them. Run like the hounds of hell are chasing you. But no one noticed him, not even when two muscular men tied his arms behind his back and grabbed his arms.

Inside was an entirely different story. Chaos was the only way to describe it. The desk had been flung across the room and the stunning, marble floor was stained with muddy footprints and a red liquid Percy didn't dare to name.

Paul marched at the head of their little group, followed by Sally who also had two men on her arms, and Percy brought up the rear. His ex-stepfather held out his hand and the cowering desk man handed over the key in a second, looking at Percy with such sadness that he had to look away.

This is all my fault. I'm such an idiot. I should have died before. They should have killed me.

Without a word, Paul turned to the elevator and pressed the button, Percy pulled experimentally at the men on his arms; they dug their nails into the soft flesh on the back of his neck, causing Percy to jerk forward into the elevator.

Sally watched him carefully across the lift, eyes void of any emotion except burning sorrow. She knew that they weren't going to make it out of this alive, Percy had a chance but Sally served no purpose at all. Except to control Percy and to be honest the restraints on his hands were doing a damn good job at that by themselves.

The elevator boomed up towards the palace of the gods. Percy silently prayed to his father:

Dad, I'm so sorry that I couldn't be the son you wanted me to be. Now I'm going to end us all. Just get out of there please.

No reply, not that Poseidon ever really responded to him but maybe a small part of him hoped that his father could still fix everything. Percy cursed his ignorance, sometimes you can't wait for someone else to fix your mistakes, sometimes it's only up to you and you alone.

The elevator jerked to a stop and he was once again forcefully dragged out into the open. Percy wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting, but he certainly wasn't expecting how cold everything would be and how nice the wintery breeze felt on his skin. It sank into the pores on his face and calmed him.

The place was a winter wonderland, and it was a gorgeous one at that. Percy felt a hint of pride before a slash of fear enveloped him.

"Sir," a woman greeted from their left, Percy glanced over and didn't have time to register the woman before his eyes flickered to the person in their grasp.

"Grover, is that you?" The satyr looked up through his bloody hair and grinned at his best friend. Percy's entire vision burned red as he thrashed against the men holding him.

He tried jumping and pulling and screaming. The men didn't seem fazed at first but eventually Percy's skin became prickled with ice until they made a vaguely panicked sound and Paul cursed and drew closer.

Percy spat in his face. "You bastard. Let. Him. Go" He tried to growl the words but the came out a screech.

"No, not until you calm down." Paul denied, shaking his head at Percy as if her was disappointed as if Percy wasn't playing fair.

"I'll kill you! Lay another hand on him and I will tear you apart!" He continued. The men holding him dragged him forward with a sudden burst of strength and speed.

They practically carried him to the throne room, but Percy wasn't interested; he didn't care about what happened to him, his only thought was Grover.

If they hurt him. If they hurt him. If they hurt him. My best friend. Best friend. Grover.

The huge marble door to the throne room were unceremoniously thrown open, Percy heard the gods begin demanding things but he was too busy trying the catch another glimpse of Grover, or his mother both of which were out of his site – a thing he was most certainly not happy about.

"Perseus"

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Let him go!"

"Cousin"

The words were meaningless to him, or there were until someone rudely pressed a gun to his forehead. He stilled quicker than frozen water.

"So, here we are," Paul whispered to him before pivoting around to face the twelve most powerful gods there was. Percy glanced around and caught sight of Hestia, sitting by the hearth as per usual. The goddess was watching him with fearful eyes, yet they were still warm and Percy stole a little bit of comfort in the knowledge that she was there.

Then he looked at the gods, all of which were wearing various looks of confusion and anger. Poseidon was on his feet, eyes bright and across from him Apollo and Hermes were leaning forward with rapt attention. The only God who didn't seem disturbed by events was Athena, whose grey eyes bored into his owns. She was watching, so she was planning. For once he was grateful. Hurry, Athena.

"What do you want?" Zeus demanded, lightning bolt in hand. Paul chuckled and drew the gun away from Percy's forehead and used it to gesture to the room widely.

"Why, I only wish for a moment of your time," he mock bowed. "It that's ok with you, Zeus." The king of the gods seemed unsure of what to do with the son of Loki.

Percy tried to shake his head slightly, but the god wasn't looking at him.

"Go on, make your case." Zeus sounded weary as his shrunk down to Paul's height and watched him with interest. Percy pulled against the men again but they seemed prepared this time as they didn't even sway.

"Let me go." He hissed, eyes flashing. The men shifted ever so slightly but seemed unfazed.

"We are Tempus, and we are here to finish what Kronos started. Before you zap me please be sure to note that this boy," he pointed at Percy, "will destroy Olympus for me."

"You must be out of your damn mind." Percy snapped. A few more gods got to their feet but most were sitting in shock. Hera merely straightened her skirt.

"For your mother would you? For Grover?" Paul asked innocently, Percy paled.

"You motherfucker." He cursed, Paul laughed.

"To you I suppose I am," He grinned. Poseidon muttered something in Greek while Percy stayed dead still. He felt remarkable calm, all things considered, but he also felt like a boiling kettle that had been left aside to long. Burning and overflowing.

"You think you've won, don't you?" He muttered. Paul put a hand on his shoulder and Poseidon took a step forward.

"Oh son, I know I've won," Paul chuckled.

"Then you are as dumb as you are ugly," Paul rolled his eyes. "Yes roll your eyes; maybe you'll find a brain back there." Quicker than Percy could see Paul dragged the back of his hand over Percy's face, hard.

He gasped as his head snapped to the side, vision fuzzy.

"Sorry about that, now let's talk…" Percy shut Paul's voice out as he stared at the ground, trying to control his anger; his hatred.

I'LL KILL YOU. MUM. GROVER. TYSON. ANNABETH. JASON. PIPER. FRANK. HAZEL. LEO. NICO. THAILIA.

PAUL

PAUL

PAUL

With a scream the world ended.

And a new one began.

Not many people review this story anymore, I don't know why that it. But I want people to know that I thank you all for sticking with me for the hectic excuse for a story.

This feels rushed but it needed to speed things up a bit cause even I thought this story was getting a bit slow, so here for speed.

Pauls parentage isn't cannon and is kind of random but it's my nod to the Magnus Chase Fandom, because I adore Magnus Chase and his world so damn much.

My friends take your time, I'll see you next time. (I love Hamilton!)