"Blackjack, great to see you," Percy greeted. He rubbed his black mane.

"The pleasure is all mine, boss," he replied. Percy gave him a pat.

"We should get going. We don't want that plane anywhere near the city." Percy climbed on top of Blackjack, and he started sprinting hundreds of miles an hour. A lake quickly approached them, and Blackjack jumped in the air and never landed.

Percy missed flying with him. He saw him at Camp Half Blood but never had the chance to explore the sky since he was younger.

They quickly approached the plane. It was a large, military-grade bomber plane. Percy had only seen these in the movies and history class, and it was even more menacing in real life.

"There, go towards the left wing!" Percy shouted. Blackjack zoomed behind the plane, and the draft of the engines sent them flying back. Blackjack recuperated, and flew to the other side. Percy used his nautical senses to find his location. He wasn't too far from the sea. All he had to do was destroy the left wing of the plane, and the offset balance and draft would cause it to crash in the ocean.

Percy willed the water from the atmosphere to crystallize around the wing, until it was well below zero. Then, he grabbed Riptide and slashed at it with the power of an Olympian. The wing crumbled to pieces, as it was made of aluminum.

Blackjack followed the plane as it splashed in the water. They landed at the shore.

"That was easy. Thank you so much Blackjack," Percy said while stroking his mane. "I'd love to stay and hang out with you more, but I should go and see if Artemis needs help."

"No problem boss, but uh, if, you know, you wanted to bring some sugar cubes next time you go to Camp Half Blood..."

"Will do that, no problem bud." Blackjack neighed.

Percy warped back to Olympus. As he entered a throne room and looked at the map, he saw that all of the planes were still in the air except for his. He wondered why they were having a harder time stopping them than he did.

"That would be because I let you destroy the plane," a menacing voice spoke behind his throne. Percy grabbed Riptide and pointed it out.

"Show yourself," he called out. No one just walked into the Throne Room without a good reason. Percy tried to ignore the bad feeling stirring in his stomach. He sensed a strong aura in this room. Perhaps the strongest one he ever felt, here on Olympus.

"Not a problem, Percy," the voice called out. Out of the shadows came a man with styled, dark brown hair, a pink polo shirt with all the buttons unattached, khaki cargo shirts, and Sperry's. On his wrist was a Rolex studded with diamonds. He looked like the male equivalent of Aphrodite. He wore a proud smile and held his arms up, as if waiting for Percy to attack.

"Who are you?" Percy asked, Riptide still pointed at him.

The man chuckled, as if the question was somehow the funniest thing he had heard all day. "Oh, Percy, Percy. I'll tell you everything you want to know. After all, I have you to thank for my arrival. Without you, well, I'd be a lost cause really. But you saved the day for me, and that's why I sent you the lovely little gift at the Empire State Building," he said, crossing his arms out of satisfaction.

"You sent the bomb?" he asked. He took a step towards the man, and he didn't even flinch.

"Well, it wasn't a bomb, really. A fake one, sure. No, all I wanted was for you to get a little foreshadowing with the poem I wrote you."

"Are you the one behind these planes with the bombs in them?" Percy asked, a bit of nerve escaping his voice. The man definitely noticed it and gave a cocky grin, showing his pearly, white teeth.

"Well, yes and no. I was behind your plane, which I knew would belong to you. The other 'planes'", he said with air quotes, "Well, those weren't just planes like yours. If you would've checked the inside of yours, you wouldn't have found anything. Not a bomb. Not a deadly, biochemical weapon. Nada. All the others have bombs, sure, but that's not the real surprise for the Olympians." He started laughing sadistically.

Percy grabbed the man by the collar and pushed him against his throne. The man still showed no fear. "What does that mean?" Percy asked.

The man smiled. "Well, let's just say, I wanted to meet the one who set me free. And that was you Percy Jackson. Sure, the other one's are, uh, occupied, at the moment. But you are alright and that's all that matters."

"What could I have ever done for you?" By now, Percy was nose to nose with the guy, with Riptide pressing on the man's neck.

"Well, if you want the full story... alright." The man snapped his fingers, and Percy fell forward. He turned around, and the man was standing in the center of the Throne Room. Who was this guy?

"Well, when my family made me at the dawn of creation, they found me as a hazard, more than a relative. Especially my uncle, I guess you would call him in terms of mortal affairs. You may have heard of him. His name is Order," he explained. Percy caught himself from having his mouth wide open with shock.

"My aunt, Chaos, was fine with me. I was pretty similar to her. I'm all about desire and not being constrained by set expectations. Whatever your true passions and intentions are, go get them. Order however, thought that those ideas would make societies crumble. He probably had a point, as humans and other species in other galaxies, well... if you knew their real intentions, you'd understand why I wasn't allowed to have any control. Order gave control to the Fates to control each civilization. If the little animals weren't programmed like robots, well, they would destroy each other before any civilization could form."

He continued, "Well, Earth got lucky, and Western Civilization made its appearance. People had pre-established ideas of morality and laws, and appeared to be 'decent' because of them. And that idea, that people were good, caused you to abolish the Fates. You assumed that if they had free will, they would still make those decisions you were looking for. Am I right?" he asked.

Percy looked at him without any hint of emotion. "Yes," he replied.

"Good. And props for you, really. I mean, a mortal destroying the Fates?! Awesome!" he proclaimed. "And now, thanks to your work, I will get to take control for the first time in the history of the Universe. All the planets were made for my brother and sister to create and look over, but now, Order's control is gone. All that's left is your trust in mortals," he paused and smiled at Percy.

"What's wrong with that?" Percy asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing, nothing at all. But now, Percy Jackson, I will take control from here. I will be in charge of Earth. You will see what humans are really like when they act on their most basic urges. Until now, they tried to contain themselves by following society's standards, but now, you will see everyone's true colors. Really, it's even a freer will than the one currently on Earth." Silence. "Do you know what the difference between a normal person and a murderer is, Percy?" he asked.

"What?" Percy replied, not even willing to play into his little mind experiment.

"Nothing. Sure, one acted on their desires, but the 'normal person' has those same feelings of revenge and hatred. The only thing containing them is a dogmatic belief that good and bad actually mean anything. But you will see what I mean soon." The man looked to the thrones as if he already owned them.

"Yeah, and you think I will let you do that?" Percy asked, ready to fight.

The man put his hands up in defense. "Woah, woah, woah, we don't have time to fight."

"What do you mean?"

"Like I said, those other planes have a surprise. As the god of loyalty, you better go save your family, before it's too late."

Percy's eyes widened. What 'surprise' did he have for them? Especially Artemis, she already wasn't at 100%.

The man gave Percy a smile and started walking out of the Throne Room.

"Who am I Percy?" he asked. "Well, I know most mortals think I'm the stupid baby with wings and a bow and arrow, making others fall in love. You guys should have read more of Hesiod's Theogony. If you would've looked closer, you would've realized that I'm actually a primordial." He faced Percy one last time. "But yes, the name is Eros, Primordial of desires. And you will witness the carnage that comes from humans and gods following their most basic urges. Yes, you will see, Percy Jackson." He kept walking and disappeared in the light.

Percy stood there in silence. What just happened?

Woah, there's the villain. Ya, I know Eros is also the cupid guy, but not in this story, as certain Greek stories (like Hesiod's), considered him a primordial. I think it makes the most sense, as a primordial of desires would want people acting on how they truly felt. Hope you enjoyed, sorry for the time gap. I have a lot of school work now and will try to write periodically. Have a great day!