AN: I wondered... have you listened to 'Ode to Fury' by Miracleofsound? Miracleofsound makes one of my favourite fanmade music.

Time: Next Day

Percy woke to the chirping of birds on the windowsill. He groaned as he sat up slowly, squinting and closing his eyes to block out the sunlight.

"Who left this open?" He reached out, and tugged the blinds close, before descending to melt into the soft mattress, get into the warm covers with the women warming his bed, trying to block out everything and sleep.

His head throbbed, his tongue felt dry and sandy, like sandpaper and parchment in his dry mouth. His lips were dry and cracked. His eyes were closed shut, he could not open them without making his head throb and his eyes burn. His hair stuck to his face, sticking up in clumps and messier than usual. He felt as if someone was drilling his skull with Fang. His muscular arms were wrapped around the two women cuddled into him, his hands rested on two equally soft and heavenly buttocks.

In his hungover state, he thought that it was some sort of shitty side effect.

He squeezed his left hand, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Calypso's ass, but the moan, right in his ear, did not sound like her. He turned his head blindly to nuzzle her, not minding the fact that she did not sound like his girlfriend. Her skin was still soft, and smooth and... smelled like sex. He still did not comprehend the fact that the flesh in his other hand was real, it's softness and warmth living.

He barely cracked his eyes open to meet a faceful of golden, blonde, curly hair. He fell back into his pillow with a throaty, raspy laugh. "Calypso, I think I had too much to drink yesterday. Did you colour your hair blonde?" He laughed again, and continued, not waiting for her answer. "Would you believe it?! I still feel like I'm in bed with two women."

Doubt wormed it's way into his heart, some shreds of sanity returning. "I'm in bed with one woman, right?" Worried, he sat up, rubbing his eyes, and blinking rapidly to take in his surroundings, but in vain. His eyes were still not functioning. He tried tasting the air, but the smell of arousal and sex was too heavy to identify anything else.

"Calypso?" He asked, worried.

He was met with a groan, and a 'shut up, Percy'. From his other side.

Not wasting another moment, Percy jumped up, snapping his fingers and dressing himself fully, and using his powers to remove any traces of his hangover. He tottered on his feet for a moment, before everything kicked in, and he regained his balance, staring hard at the bed, trying to make out the two women in the darkness.

One was Calypso, no doubt, he had heard her alright, but the other... blonde hair... his throat dried up. He had slept with Athena.

Percy gulped, wondering if it had been consensual, or he had forced himself upon her in his drunkenness. He stood in the darkness, his mind working overdrive, taking all possible situations and outcomes into consideration.

A few minutes later, he became conscious of his surroundings once again, seeing Calypso make out with Athena on the bed.

Both the ladies were awake, their hair slightly frizzy and covered with his semi-dried, sticky semen. Their faces had random blotches of the same white fluid, their massive boobs mashed together in a sizeable mass of soft, heavenly cloudy flesh that anyone would kill for. Their tits were still slick, and covered with his warm, thick seed, that sluggishly moved like a glacier along their pale skin. Unfortunately, their lower halves were covered by the bedsheets.

Percy felt ashamed when he felt himself being aroused, the beast in his loins being roused awake. He could not tear himself away from the sight, the way their lips moved against each other, their chests mashed together...

Calypso broke the kiss, panting heavily, and biting her bottom lip as she stared down at Athena's wide, innocent grey orbs. She leaned down to plant a chaste, quick peck on the goddess' delicious cleavage, before she sat up, letting the sheets fall to her waist, and allowing Percy to watch one of the best views in his entire life.

Percy had to give a visible, physical effort to tear his sea-green eyes from the two wicked vixen's naked chests.

"What...what happened last night?" He mentally kicked himself for stumbling on his words.

"You mean you don't remember?" Athena asked, her voice tinged with worry, as she sat up beside Calypso. Thankfully, she maintained a pretence of modesty, covering her breasts with the bedsheets. Percy felt a slight twinge of annoyance and possessiveness at that- he didn't like his girls to hide themselves from him.

The next moment, he berated himself mentally for thinking of Athena as his girl. Outwardly, he merely shook his head in the negative.

"Simple, you took Athena to bed," Calypso answered nonchalantly, though inside, she was being eaten up by her worry over his reaction.

Percy had already pieced together that much, but it still came as a shock to hear that from his girlfriend. He immediately bowed in apology and self-loathing, feeling extremely angry at himself for getting drunk. "I'm extremely sorry if I pulled you anything against your wishes, Athena... I hope you'll forgive me. I promise this will never happen again." He turned towards Calypso. "I beg forgiveness from you, too, Calypso, for being so drunk."

Calypso's worry grew over his reaction. Instead of acceptance and lust, as she had expected, this was.. she shook her head, answering for the both of them. "Percy, it was completely consensual on both of your parts. I wanted her to join us... I was planning on how to have her in our bed for some time..." She glared at Athena, who had clamped her hand over her mouth, preventing her from speaking. It was only then, staring at the blonde's panicked grey eyes, she realised she had let too much slip. Her own eyes wide, she turned towards Percy with slight fear.

Percy's mind took some time to comprehend what she had said. When he did though, all his millennia of war planning kicked in unconsciously, and he found that he could follow all her strange actions over the past weeks.

Finding his anger growing, Percy forced himself to take deep breaths. Breathe in, breathe out. Forget them for a moment. Walk out to the corridor, and make your way to the dining hall, counting your steps. Listen to the outside world as you prepare your breakfast.

The birds were chirping as usual. Percy closed his eyes, letting muscle memory take over, as he enjoyed the sounds of nature. The leaves of the trees rustled in the gentle breeze, and he could pick up the chirping of insects with his acute sense of hearing. He could hear the sounds of the sea- the waves crashing on the beach, the seagulls... it served to calm him to a great extent.

His mood was ruined when he heard footsteps descending the stairs. One pair of footsteps constantly stumbled, and was irregular... Percy assumed that it was Athena, since Calypso had grown used to sex, and was no longer sore in the mornings.

Reminded of their plot, he snarled, gripping the spoon in his hand tightly.

The snap brought him out of his stupor. He cracked his eyes open, blinking a few times to get rid of the weird floating shapes in his eyes. Realizing that he had been standing like that for some time, he turned to the dining table.

Artemis was already sitting at the table, he had not noticed her when he entered. Athena and Calypso stood at the doorway, the former leaning on the latter. All three of them were frozen solid, with looks of horror on their faces.

Percy stopped to look down at the snapped spoon. He had not even used his Titan strength, his mere muscle power enough to snap the Celestial Bronze spoon in half. Not only that, the clean edges of the place where he had broken it were charred and cratered, as if it had been dipped in strong acid. A few blobs of molten godly metal floated in his hand, caught mid-air.

Percy frowned at that, clasping his hand close, and with a crunch, and still no godly strength, the Celestial Bronze spoon snapped again. He then put a little of his power into the broken metal, and when he opened his palm again, despite a few small cuts, all of the metal was gone, turned to fine dust, which was blown away by the wind.

Channelling some more of his power into his palm, Percy watched as his cuts closed, thanks to the magic that Calypso had taught him. Snarling maliciously at the Titaness' memory, he turned up to look at the two offending females who still stood at the door.

Catching the demonic, enraged look in his eyes, the two yelped and scurried to their seats around the dining table. Artemis seemed to know everything, making Percy frown as he realised that she too, had been in on the plan to make him act like a fool and a man-whore. He snarled again in anger, baring his teeth in a feral, animalistic rage.

He slammed his fist onto the table, making the magic and several-spells enforced wooden table crunch and crack.

"Tell me everything." His voice held the same, hateful anger that it had when he had found Hercules seconds from raping Zöe, the first time he had met her. He would have made the pompous ass fade on the spot, but Zeus had interfered, imposing some 'King's Law' shit on him.

He found himself hating everyone and everything around him, including his love Calypso, Artemis and Athena, whom he had sworn to protect. He found himself in the same mindset as he was in during his time in the Void, vowing vengeance and destruction on everything and anything.

The fallen god, seething with anger, propped himself up on the counter, preparing himself to listen to all their stories and pleas. He took a few minutes to calm himself, take a few deep breaths, and try and have his mood uplifted by the nice weather outside. The white wisps of the clouds floated across the azure blue sky. The sea shined, reflecting the sun that was high in the sky. The air had a slight chill to it, but Percy was not too worried. Ogygia being a tropical island, nothing would never be too cold here.

He rubbed his face tiredly, pausing to carefully listen to the breaths of the three females to try and gauge their reactions. Slow, shallow breaths, occasionally interspersed with irregular stretches of quick or deep breathing, as if they were trying to keep their emotions in check. They were afraid. Percy grinned internally. Good, they should be.

Try as he might, he could not help but taste the air. All three having taken recent showers, the air tasted of forest and silver for Artemis, honey and cinnamon for Calypso, and paper and olives (I was not entirely sure what to write for Athena... olives, libraries, ink?) for Athena.

The mixture of scents, which generally soothed his emotions and curbed his usual violent and sadistic nature, served only to send a spike of boiling anger into his heart.

Realizing that none of them had spoken yet, he snapped. "Well?"

It seemed to jolt them out of their state of shock. "Well, what? What do you want to know?" Calypso snapped back at him, not able to curb the tinge of resentment that crept into her voice.

Percy snarled at the barely evident tone. Lightning crackled and sparked along his skin, sending tendrils of bluish-white energy arcing across his torso, and diffusing in the air. The air smelt of ozone, as if Ouranos himself would crash down on them with all his wrath. The air grew hot, sizzling and shimmering with unbearable heat. The temperature in the room skyrocketed, and Calypso was sure if it hadn't been for the ichor pumping in their veins, the three wouldn't have been able to stay upright. As it was, all they had was heavy breathing, lack of oxygen to their brain, and extreme sweating, all the symptoms associated with heart failure.

Percy himself seemed to notice the change, and he closed his eyes again, breathing deeply through his mouth in an attempt to calm himself again.

Calypso was sufficiently scared. Over her intimate time with Percy, over the course of last year, she had come to associate certain things with certain emotions that he felt. The heat was of course anger... and lightning was hatred.

It was twenty minutes before Percy could control his raging emotions. Taking a last deep breath, he opened his eyes, looking outside to prevent eye contact. "Were all three of you in on the... plan?" He spat out the last word with as much venom and hatred he could muster.

Athena gulped, looking at Artemis, and the two turned to look at Calypso. Her face reflected what everyone felt. Scared out of her life for what Percy could... and most probably, would, do, she nodded submissively, trying to go with the flow. "Yes... master." The last word was out before she could help it. After spending the last four millennia not hiding anything from anyone, not caring to filter her thoughts and words, Calypso had lost all ability to censor her speech.

A vein popped on Percy's forehead. "Master?! Master?!" He shouted incredulously, and the temperature rose a few degrees again, but he did not stop to calm himself, "Master?!" He repeated again, "Is this some sort of joke to you, Calypso?!" Her name was spoken with the same venom, the same tone with which he would speak Artemis' name in the Void. "Am I a joke to you?!" His voice broke towards the end, and he stopped abruptly.

"Swear on the Styx that you will not hide anything from me, and answer everything truthfully."

Calypso looked genuinely hurt at that. "Don't-" Her voice broke, "don't you trust me to tell the truth?" She sniffed, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Percy sighed, a sigh of regret, looking outside once again, looking wistfully at the sea where they met. "Right now, it's not a question of if I trust you enough, it's a question of if I trust you at all."

Calypso sniffed again, swearing the required oath.

"What did you do, that you know I would not want you to do?" Percy said, wording his question perfectly, in a way that he knew that Calypso would not be able to worm her way out of.

Calypso looked stumped, cursing his foresight. She sighed, resigning herself to fate, and fearing the outcome. "First, I dropped hints that you still love Artemis and Athena, which I think is true." She rushed, fearing that he would interrupt, "Next, I allowed Athena and Artemis to spy on us have sex. The fact that you enjoy having sex in the open just made it easier. Third, I made out with them a lot of times, groping their tits." She spoke, determinedly not looking at anyone, and she knew that nobody was looking at anybody. "Then, at Artemis' birthday, you were sleeping in the hot tub, and I invited Artemis and Athena to join me. Artemis have you a blowjob... and I-I did 69 with Athena." Although Calypso knew that this was every man's wet dream, she knew that it served to only anger and hurt Percy more. She continued, "The next day, I asked you for a bucket of cum, telling you that I would use it later when you were not here. I gifted the bucket to Artemis as her birthday gift, for her to enjoy. And then... yesterday, I knew that if I got you drunk enough, you wouldn't differentiate between me, Athena, Artemis or even Aphrodite or Thalia or Annabeth or Zöe; as long as you got to fuck a girl. So... you know the rest."

Percy had gone quiet, and this frightened Calypso even further. At this stage, Artemis and Athena had gone completely silent, trying to hide their presences, but not daring to move a muscle.

Calypso knew she was fucked- and not in the good way- the moment Percy's anger ran cold.

"So..." Percy sounded mocking, like he would mock his prey, "You took advantage of my trust, my loyalty, my love, my drunkenness, my sexsomnia. Everything you know I hate most. Why did you do this?"

Calypso gulped. She had feared that he would ask this. "I..." She waited for a few moments. "I knew you still loved them, or else you wouldn't have protected them. You acted nicely to them, all snuggly and cuddly, so I assumed... Besides; unlike you, I don't have any qualms about loyalty-" again the angry tone "-and I would love to sleep with them the moment I got the chance. I love you, Percy, I really do-" her voice broke "-but I love them too, I love them as much as I love you. And they are not hesitant to share you, why are you hesitant to fuck us when we are ready to spread our legs for you?" At this point, the dam has burst, all her millennia of lust, love, frustration, all boiling to the surface. Tears streamed down her beautiful face, marring the Titaness' beauty as she let everything spill, confessing her anger and frustration that Percy refused to add her- their- mutual lovers to the ring so that he could have a small 'harem' of three girls at his disposal. Calypso shouted that she wanted him to be happy, that he deserved it, that she loved Artemis and Athena as her lovers, shouting at him that she was bisexual and voyeuristic, and would love to see him fuck others, but he wouldn't. She shouted at him that she loved the sex they had, it was the best it the world, but he had introduced her to Artemis and Athena, and right then, she wanted nothing more than to see them bent over and fucked, to share her pleasure with them. She told him that she was like that, and to deal with it.

Perhaps she had said too much. Everyone in the room had seen couples fight and break up over much less.

Percy stood up, sliding the glass door open, and stepping out, not even gracing the completely broken and sobbing Titaness behind him. Their bodies wracked with silent tears, Artemis and Athena moved to comfort Calypso.

At their movement, Percy stopped. He turned back to glance at them, his face cold and indifferent, with silent hatred burning in his eyes. "The weather's nice today, and I told myself that I would enjoy myself after I had finished remodelling Othrys. I won't let you get in the way. I will be in the sea if you need, but don't disturb me unless it is for inviting me to your funerals."

He turned to leave, but Artemis had already had enough. She snapped at him, her millennia of man-hating bubbling to the surface. "You asshole!" She shouted at Percy's retreating back.

Percy stopped in his tracks. "I committed a grave mistake, don't you agree, goddess? Maybe I should have snapped your necks while I still had the chance. Not that I cannot."

With barely a thought on Percy's part, the now-familiar weight of his aura came crashing on the three still in the dining room. The table groaned, and crunched and snapped, reduced to fine powder along with their chairs. The three females, their faces still smeared with tears, their bodies still wracked with sobs, were pinned to the floor helplessly, the crushing force on their bodies suffocating. They felt the wind knocked out of them, their entire bodies in a relentless vice-like pressure. Slowly, but surely, they could feel their bones giving way. Cruelly and painfully slowly, they could feel their immortal bones ready to snap and yield.

Artemis had already embraced death, staring sadly at the Titan walking along the sea, who would kill them with barely a thought or regret, as if they were some nasty bug or fly.

Just as she blacked out and her eyes drooped due to the pain, Artemis could only think one thing.

Percy doesn't feel.

AN: A bit of an overreaction, no? I dunno, what else could I do?Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)