The Chaos War

by DelayedInspiration

It is the worst case scenario: Tartarus, Nyx, and Akhlys join in the name of revenge, resurrecting the Titans, Giants, Kronos, Gaea, and the Triumvirate. The amount of energy released carries across time and space, freeing Loki and Apophis. These ancient enemies unite to defeat the heroes that defeated them, and their power is overwhelming. And so the game begins.

4. The Leviathan

The Leviathan

The story continues, this time with the introduction of the Leviathan!

Disclaimer: I own no media portrayed herein.

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Since the so-called Leviathan didn't arrive in 24 straight hours, and the only thing Shin'en did was stand there before the huge computer monitor with his hands behind his back, reading through what looked like articles and data sheets, the audience began to steadily file out to go and do their own thing, mostly group up and discuss recent events.

The Romans harbored a particular hatred for Asteria, and many plotted forms of revenge in the name of Lupa, to which Shin'en informed the praetors that they'd better reign in their dogs before they got seriously injured, because Asteria was not at all a tame animal. All he had to do was reindicated the part where Asteria committed millions of acts of genocide, including the gods themselves.

What would a bunch of demigods be able to do against such a force?

So the Romans were left to stew in their hatred and fear.

They couldn't do anything for their goddess because the corpse and Khione's kind of just…vanished…after a time.

"Wha—Where'd they go!?" a panicking Hazel asked when she noticed Lupa and Khione's corpses were missing.

"Chaos took them," Shin'en answered in a way that implied that was all there was to the question.

Considering that Shin'en gave off a general air of unapproachability, and Wheels seemed eternally occupied with one machine or another, and certain people just could not go without their many questions being answered, they were left to resort to finding Asteria, since despite the fact that she was a genocidal rapist for all intents and purposes, she seemed to be the most approachable, which was really sad all things considered.

It wasn't hard for Annabeth, Sally, Percy, and Thalia to find Asteria's room, since Helgi freely gave them that information upon request. Reyna was busy with her Roman friends, doing her best to keep them from going after Asteria with Hazel and Frank, and Artemis and Poseidon had been called to a meeting by Zeus to discuss something. The fact that Zeus didn't say did not make anyone who knew about the meeting feel good about it.

Annabeth was dying of curiosity, as was Sally, and Percy and Thalia were there because they thought this was a bad idea and the best course of action was to not bother any of these other Percy's and avoid them, especially Percy, since he was still on the brink of a crisis. The last thing he wanted was more exposure to these other hims.

The elevator dinged and opened, and what they saw was just another corridor of hallways that matched every other corridor of hallway. They didn't know why they expected the floor dubbed as the "Master's Floor" to be any different, maybe just because the three present so far were just so abnormal. Anyway, they went down the hall that had eight doors, each one with a plaque bearing the name of the incoming resident.

Wheels

Gunslinger

Assassin

Tobi

Kraken

Leviathan

Asteria

Shin'en

Base curiosity demanded they go into every room, but they were all locked except for Asteria's.

The door to her suite was just like every other mahogany door, so when they opened it and were blasted in the face with a wave of humidity so intense it instantly resulted in a bad hair day for everyone, they were rather surprised…then scared out of their minds at what they saw. All other suites in Hotel Valhalla had more floorspace than some houses, and as soon as you opened the door—boom, there was the whole room for everyone to see.

You opened Asteria's door and there was a damp, dimly lit corridor with walls, floor, and ceiling covered in a resin-like material that was patterned to eerily imitate the ribcage of some beast. All in all, not a friendly or inviting place.

But Sally walked in first, followed by Annabeth, then Thalia, spear out, and Percy brought up the rear, Riptide in hand. The magic metals glowed in the dim corridor, providing illumination that caused shadows to shift and dance along the walls. Like Thalia and Percy, Annabeth was beginning to feel like this was a bad idea.

Sure, she'd sat there with Asteria and the others in Sally's room, talking and catching up, but that whole time Asteria was lying to them, using the Mist to cover her real form, omitting how she'd killed every human and animal on her planet either through executing them, or breeding them. Yeah, now that Annabeth knew what Linguafoeda acheronsis was, she recalled everything about the Alien movies, having watched them all from the first one through Covenant, but that was it. She hadn't cared enough to invest her time in the comics, books, videogames, or even all the informative videos all over YouTube, and now she was kicking herself.

However, she was going to make strong endeavors into reading up on all the media that Shin'en had prescribed.

Assuming she made it out of here intact.

Recalling the second Alien movie, originally titled Aliens, Annabeth recognized Asteria's suite as the Hive from LV-246, with the humidity, the resin-covered surfaces, and the pattern of the resin. The Hive was a place of death, where the colonists had been taken, cocooned, and impregnated via the facehuggers and forced to serve as immobile incubators until the Alien larva hatched through their chests. The Hive was where all the marines, for all their weapons and training, had been slaughtered with only three making it out alive, Hicks, Hudson, and Vasquez, and Hudson and Vasquez both died soon after anyway.

Remembering the movie did not improve Annabeth's sense of dread, whereas Thalia and Percy had been dreading this the whole time.

Thalia and the Hunters had been really excited to all meet Asteria after she, Reyna, and Artemis brought back news that the daughter of Poseidon had been tagging along with the Hunt in her world. After watching Asteria's fight, what she did to Khione and Lupa, and then her intro video…any interest in further interaction all but evaporated. All survival instincts screamed STAY AWAY!

And here she was in the girl's scary bedroom.

Percy was teetering on the edge of a complete mental breakdown. He was having trouble separating them from him. He wasn't able to view Shin'en as an estranged brother, nor Asteria as an estranged sister, but as him in a broken mirror. They were what he could've been—what he was. When he almost choked Akhlys on her own poison and tears, he'd exposed a side of himself that terrified him.

The him that was full of fury and vengeance, the him that wanted to track down every person that had ever wronged him from as far back as he could remember in preschool—a mean three-year-old called Ryan had yanked Percy's shorts down at naptime and exposed his pull-up, making all the other kids, of which many were wearing a pull-up of their own, laugh at him—all the way up to the other day in the halls of Berkeley, when some guy who wasn't paying attention to where he was going ran into Annabeth and made her spill her coffee all over herself. It was years of pent-up frustration and anger at the injustice and unfairness he suffered on a daily basis at the hands of teachers and peers, ready to be unleashed and turned against anyone else.

Percy didn't want to be like that.

But Shin'en and Asteria were.

And he couldn't draw the fine lines between him and them.

Kind of like if the Adolf Hitler that was accepted into art school and became a world-class painter met the Adolf Hitler that became dictator of Germany, started WWII, and authorized Himmler's plan of genocide, and the painter was unable to see himself as anything other than the dictator.

Totally illogical and irrational, but Percy was having an emotional response to these arising circumstances, and was beginning to think he needed help.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until they hit a point where the corridor broke off into three different directions, the left path angled down, the right path looking like it curved around, and the middle angling up.

Before anyone could make a snide comment about splitting up or just turning around, a low hiss was heard from behind.

The demigods reacted instantly, whipping around with weapons drawn, Thalia discharging a lightning bolt her nerves were so frayed. The bolt struck true the source of the hiss, sending it stumbling back, and it popped right back up, pissed off. The demigods and Sally recognized the creature as the grown-up version of what had burst out of Lupa.

It was bigger than a grown man now, limbs more powerful and defined, but it looked different than the Xenomorphs from the movies. Those Aliens were marked with ridges and grooves, tube-like things all over their body to create a bio-mechanical appearance. Not so with the Lupa-morph; in the glow of the magical weapons, they could see that it was completely smooth like its mother, and its exoskeleton was the same rust color as Lupa's pelt.

It hissed at them, very angry, its secondary mouth sliding out, dripping saliva like a leaky faucet.

"Good job, Thalia," Percy muttered in a strained way.

"Oh, shut up and get ready to fight for your life."

A low screech, not one of panic but of warning, suddenly echoed through the resin-like corridors. The Lupa-morph stilled, then grunted in a huff-like manner, reminding Sally of the times she would have Percy help with chores, but he was being moody.

All threatening vibes vanished from the Lupa-morph. It walked forward on its four limbs, making the demigods skirts out of its way, pulling Sally with them. It paused and turned its domed, eyeless head, seemingly staring at Thalia, as if promising retribution for the lightning, and then walked forward, flicking its tail in a manner that made it clear to follow. Sally followed without question, heading down the right path that curved.

Percy really wanted to grab his mom and go sprinting back out the door, but she was too heavily invested in learning about these other two. She viewed them as her own children now, something else that Percy was having a hard time stomaching, keeping his feelings about that notion to himself.

Everyone followed Sally and the Lupa-morph through the damp, humid corridor until it opened into a large chamber that had walls and ceiling no different than the corridor, resin-covered and patterned like bones, but everything else was different. The floor was pitch black, neon colors of blue, green, and purple swirling about. On one wall was a huge entertainment center with videogame consoles and media players, a big couch before it, and on the opposite wall was a library, big shelves filled with storybooks and textbooks, a cozy-looking recliner with a lamp seemingly made entirely of pearl sitting before the books. There was a kitchen area, and next to it was a weapons rack, currently storing only Asteria's combistick and her gun.

Speaking of the Second Master, she was lounging on her big, blue, circular bed in the middle of the room, facedown, tail hanging over the side, a heat lamp above warming her back. There were no disguises now, tendril-like hair, dorsal tubes, black exoskeletal skin, tail, all visible.

Asteria turned her head just enough to where on of her eyes was visible through the crook of her crossed arms as she used them for a pillow.

'And what can I do for you?'

The Lupa-morph padded over and sat on its haunches next to its mother. The question of where were the other two was answered by a set of hisses right next to the corridor, causing a four-fold round of flinches as the Khione-morphs uncurled from their spots on the walls. With their appearance and that of the room, they'd blended in perfectly…which didn't make any sense.

Weren't they supposed to be white?

As they walked across the room to take up the other side of their mother, opposite their sibling, their skin faded from black to white, making the demigods seize a little. Camouflage—they probably walked right under the Lupa-morph and were none the wise, meaning that thing could've lopped their heads off with its tail whenever it wanted.

The Lupa-morph hissed, the sides of its mouth curling up in a way that looked like a smile, as if it were reading their thoughts…

'She wasn't. I was, and through our Hive mind, they know what I know.'

"Ah—okay—what-?" Thalia stuttered, the foreign feeling of someone's voice in her head being very disorienting and uncomfortable.

'Telepathy is the way I primarily communicate. My verbal voice makes kids cry,' Asteria said, and though her head was turned in a way that they couldn't see her mouth thanks to her arms, they could feel the smirk in her mental voice.

Asteria also hadn't blinked once, nor had her eye moved from being locked on Sally.

"I want to learn more about my daughter and my son," Sally said.

The three Xenomorphs suddenly darted away, grabbing the couch and recliner, and dragged them over to set them before Asteria on her bed, still lounging and enjoying the overhead heat lamp like a reptile on a rock. The Xenomorphs resumed their positions, and Sally was the first to sit down, followed by Annabeth, and Percy and Thalia were a bit more hesitant, not discounting the possibility that facehuggers were hidden amongst the cushions.

Asteria found their behavior amusing.

'What is it that you want to know? Was the video not informative enough?'

"Not even close," Sally said with a smile.

'I like 80's rock and the cookies that Hestia makes. I'm an apex predator capable of global extinction. I can see electricity and organic pheromones, and I can also see in infrared thanks to an experiment the white-coats did on my eyes. White-coats is what we called the scientists who worked at the School, which was the closest approximation to Hell that you can conceive.'

Asteria then shared her memories of the School with the four. Her cell, the constant stench of septic fluid, blood, waste and other odors. The screams of pain and agony as children and younger teens had their genes played with and were transformed into hideous abominations that died shortly after their injections, while others survived to become deadly hybrid creatures. Most of which were slaughtered by her in gladiator fights.

The School had been a place of pain and death.

'The woman who ran the School was Marian Janssen, the Director. She was a psychopathic sociopath that thought of herself as my mother. She was the one who conducted all of the experiments on me, pre and post my transmutation. She tested every kind of gas on me, from laughing gas to pesticides to warfare chemicals, and strung me up spread-eagle and started shooting me with every kind of gun and caliber bullet there was, eventually leading up to rockets and tanks. It hurt.'

Asteria pushed more images into their minds, along with toned down experiences, of being in her cell and getting gassed with all manner of chemicals, and then being strung up in a machine, arms and legs held out in an "X," tail held still, and then shot repeatedly with a whole lot of guns.

'I was eventually pitted against a group of avian hybrids that called themselves the Flock, comprised of Max, Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel. I was supposed to kill them, but I remembered them from before I transmuted, and it triggered my memories. As it so happened, the Fates had a bigger hand in my life than in any of yours. Before I emerged, reborn, they visited me in the guise of Queens, and basically told me to stay put, because they didn't want me loose in the world. Just as well, with the way I was as a child, I no doubt would've destroyed a huge swath of the United States before someone managed to put me down. They also locked my memories away so I wouldn't be tempted to do things, but it all backfired anyway.'

Asteria showed them the Flock, a bunch of adolescent kids, with Max the female leader, Fang the quiet brooder, Iggy the tall, lanky, and blind, all the same age, then Nudge the dark-skinned one a few years younger, then Gazzy the mischievous little boy even younger, and finally Angel the adorable martyr.

'I befriended them, trained them, taught Angel how to use her own telepathic powers, and we made plans to escape the School, and we planned that after I returned from Antarctica, we would bust out together. I got back from Antarctica after killing two Predators in single combat, then had to fight the Queen that was down there in the subterranean temple after she tricked me, killed her, earned the other Predator's respect and got my combistick as a reward, and when I got back, I couldn't find the Flock, but I did find a rat.'

Asteria once again showed them her memories, battling the Predators and the Xenomorph Queen, and then coming back to the School, her panic in not finding the Flock in the whole facility, and then her shock and outrage at finding the rat. Angel had decided that living life on the constant run from the School would be no life at all, and so had set it up to where Asteria would be free and the School destroyed by manipulating things to where the Flock was shot to pieces by the Erasers, the werewolf security guards of the School.

Asteria further pushed more memories into their heads. Her rage, anguish, and fury, her telepathic rampage through the School, using her mind to make all the white-coats kill themselves in creative brutal ways, her battle with all the Erasers on the 10th Floor of the School, taking Ari's pistol for herself, the chemical she whipped up that turned the fires raging in the lower levels into a blazing inferno, and her dogfight with the Director and two others in the futuristic Veritech fighter jets.

The fire burned across California destroying thousands of miles of land, killing upwards of three million people, eventually ending with Asteria being shot down, her body struck with hot plasma shots from a cheap shot on the Director's part. They almost captured her again, but a horrific nightmare woke her, revitalized her, and she killed the Director by pouring acid down the woman's throat.

After that, Asteria showed them how she almost committed suicide, but Poseidon saved her. Asteria showed them how she woke up and nearly killed her father, stabbing him and slashing him in grief, and how Poseidon took it all, hugging her and never letting go even as her claws bit into his back, and her tail impaled him over and over. It brought tears to Sally's eyes and jealousy to Percy that he'd never been on the receiving end of such enduring love on Poseidon's part.

"Where…where do I fit into all of this?" Annabeth asked, feeling lightheaded and woozy with all that was being uploaded into her mind.

Asteria's smirk was felt more than it was seen. 'Like I said, you were a little bitch, but we straightened you out.'

She showed them exactly what that meant, with Annabeth's rude behavior towards Asteria, the eventual blow up after the CTF game, and the resulting regression punishment that Annabeth was subject to for the next year. Then the release from the punishment, the after effects, and then Ares's dirty payback for his defeat at Asteria's hands on the beach with Shin'en's help—a bit of a shocker, especially to see him as a thirteen-year-old child that clearly was going through some stuff at the time—and how the god of war messed Annabeth's mind up real good, demoting her to a snarling, snapping, wild thing with animal-level intelligence, and how, for her own safety, the campers had to put her in a straightjacket and a padded room in the Big House, with a diaper because no plumbing in the room, and because she wouldn't cooperate enough to use a toilet or so much as go behind a tree.

Then Tantalus came along, restricted the campers from changing the deranged Annabeth, leaving her to contract a monstrous rash and infection, but it was okay, because Asteria came back from her time with the Hunters and literally ripped the man in two, getting blood and entrails all over the place, showing that despite her progress, Asteria was still very much the lethal killing machine she was back in School. Asteria showed them the horror that was Annabeth's diaper change, how she remained infantile-minded, and how Athena eventually de-aged her, turning her into a toddler, and let Asteria formally adopt Annabeth as her own daughter, adding her to the two already that were little Amelia of the Hunt, and Ariel, the boy-turned-girl by Artemis after he was rescued from constant sexual abuse at the dicks of Lycaon's pack at the ripe old age of eight.

'It was all kind of downhill after that. I had the great joy of having to potty-train your stubborn self, because you liked having your diapers changed by me just like other girls like it when their mother does their hair, and your sisters couldn't figure that out so their solution to helping you potty train was to start having accidents until I put them in pull-ups, that way all three of you could potty-train together. And this is how much I love the three of you: all three of you contracted the same stomach bug at the same time, and that night, with the three of you piled on top of me, all of you blew out your pull-ups and pooped all over yourselves, all over my bed, and all over me. I just cleaned everything up and none of you even woke.'

Annabeth was cringed during the whole show, appalled at her other self's behavior, as were Thalia and Percy. Sally was just brimming with tears and overflowing with pride that her daughter had turned out to be such a great mother, and was very sad that she didn't get to see that happen in person.

"That…answers how I'm your daughter…" Annabeth said lamely.

'Indeed. Like I said and like the video showed, I started puberty, Shin'en killed everyone from Camp Half-Blood and the Hunt in an act of mercy, and I laid waste to the world, killing everyone and everything on it. Cain, my husband, was spliced with a Xenomorph born out of a Predator, and I beat him in single combat. He submitted to me, and we loved each other. We had sex, and Arcadia was conceived. Five weeks later, he decided he was ready to be born.'

Everyone lurched and gripped their stomachs as Asteria introduced them to the memory of Arcadia's birth, as he burst out of Asteria's womb just like how every other member of his species was born. Asteria also showed them what she did to her daughters, cocooning them in the black resin that transmuted them like she had been transmuted years ago, and how they emerged looking just like her, black exoskeleton, bladed tails, claws, dorsal tubes, tendril-like hair, and slitted eyes against black sclera.

"Five weeks?" Sally asked. "That must've been nice."

'The trade off was him tearing through my womb. I toned the pain of that memory down, by the way.'

"I'm glad I'm never having kids," Thalia muttered.

Annabeth was pale.

Percy swallowed. He changed gears, since he was sure that was the majority of Asteria's story: orphaned at birth, kidnapped, experimented on and tortured, transformed, trained killer, broke out, killed a whole lot of people, got to have a relationship with Dad that he was never going to have (mixed feelings about that because obvious pros and cons), became a Hunter of Artemis more or less, became a mother of three, hit puberty, wiped out all life on Earth, had sex with her clone, had a baby together, and now she was here.

He would attempt to digest all of this later with a therapist.

"Why does…Shin'en…hate Nero so much?"

Asteria growled so low the room shook, her children hissing along with her. The whole time, she hadn't moved or so much as twitched, but at the question she raked her claws through her bed, shredding it entirely as she sat up and fixed her eyes on Percy, her slit pupils flashing red then back to black.

Percy reached for Riptide on instinct as his pulse quickened, the air humming with threat. No one really faulted Percy for the question, as they were all dreadfully curious to know that as well, but that reaction certainly wasn't what they had been expecting.

Asteria then went still, her snarl slipping into a displeased expression, but it wasn't aimed at Percy…necessarily. She was angry at him for asking the question, but far, far angrier at the answer to the question.

'You're a very lucky little boy, Perseus Jackson.'

Percy swallowed again, the use of his full name only reserved when he was in serious trouble. Everyone felt Asteria's whole demeanor change, as she went from conversational young woman to the being that conquered her planet. The being that grew up in hell and became strong because of it. The being that wiped out all of humanity and used them as incubators for her young.

The being that killed gods.

Asteria slid off her ruined bed, her tail ramrod straight as opposed to its waving dance. Her eyes were locked onto Percy as she took measured steps until she stood before the legendary son of Poseidon, towering over him due to his sitting position. Her tail slowly snaked around, the blade coming to rest under his chin, tilting his head up so that his nervous sea green eyes met her venomous green ones. Her head was kept straight, so that she was literally staring down her nose at him.

The light of the heat lamp silhouetting behind her didn't help in detracting from the intimidating image.

'Not every version of you got to live the happy life in borderline poverty getting kicked out of one school after another and dealing with an asshole stepfather, that, beyond his greed, was never truly abusive until the very end of his life, and he paid for it in full. For example, me.'

Percy shrank in on himself.

'Yet, following this trend, I consider my life to be happy compared to Shin'en's, and he'll tell you that he considers his sister's life to be worse than his.'

"Sister's?" Percy squeaked, voicing the shocked thought of the other three.

Asteria's tail retracted as she smirked. 'Persephone and Perseus Jackson, the former born twelve minutes before the latter, a fact she took very seriously. Of course, about twelve minutes after he was born, baby Percy was taken by the goddess Styx as payment for Poseidon's broken oath and as part of a deal made between her and the Shinto god Susano'o to handle a matter of interdimensional crises, not unlike what is happening now. The short version of the twins' story is that they loved each other very much, and right before it ended, Shin'en came back home only to learn that 75 years had passed, and 30 of those years were spent in a nursing home/mental hospital, and the 45 years before that…with Nero.'

Dread settled in all around.

"What did Nero do…?" Percy asked quietly.

'Wrong, child. What did Nero not do, is the question.'

Sally had an imagination, but she hadn't been on the unfortunate receiving end of knowledge. When the war had been going on, Thalia had been educated on Emperor Nero, and it was impossible for Percabeth to not be educated about Nero when they had lived in New Rome for the past year, most particularly, Nero's sexual depravity.

His orgies were extravagant beyond even the standards of other emperors throughout all of recorded time, and his personal sexual activities were nothing short of vomit-inducing. A bisexual pedophile, Nero would freely have sex with adults and children regardless of their marital status, even going so far as to murder one wife to take another, and then murder her to take a husband, and then murder him to take another husband. Nero wasn't even shy about castrating one boy, Sporus, and taking him as a wife, and doing the same to other boys. Nero even engaged in bestial roleplay, dressing himself in the hides of animals and besetting boys and girls, men and women, staked and crucified, biting them, urinating on them, and of course, fucking them…before an audience.

Now, take that kind of life, and add 2,000 years of undeath to it.

Plenty of time for experimentation, research, and practice.

Thalia couldn't take it, her mind torturing her to the point that she leaned over the armrest of her recliner and puked all over the floor. Annabeth looked green and was taking deep breathes. Sally was numb and in a coma with her eyes wide open.

Percy's world was shattered.

"Asteria," the radio buzzed, "Leviathan's here."

'Copy that.'

Asteria regarded the four with an objective stare.

'You got what you asked for, and if any of you so much as think about coming between Shin'en and Nero—and I will know, because I can read your minds—I will flay you myself and salt every exposed nerve.'

Asteria took a few steps around them and headed for the corridor. She added one more thought.

'Oh, and one more thing about me: childhood is vitally important for one's development. My childhood left me with very strong opinions regarding humans, and my later years showed me nothing to change that. I hate humans, and when I was campaigning across the globe, slaughtering every single one of them, I enjoyed it.'

The Xenomorph Goddess left them alone to their horrified thoughts, departing for the Feast Hall.

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It seemed as if a general notification had been sent out, since the Feast Hall was once again packed, everyone present to bear witness to the advent of the Leviathan.

"Dimensional activity detected. Dimension DI-3. Leviathan incoming."

The teleporter and opened, releasing light, and out of that light stepped a god.

A heavy black cape with a purple interior billowed around him as he walked with a powerful gait. On his feet were sandals, and over his shins were greaves of gold, intricately carved and studded with jewels. A white kilt covered his extremities, a golden belt holding it in place. Over his pectorals was an armor piece like Bayek of Siwa wore, made of gold, carved in the same way his greaves were, and also studded with sparkling jewels. His hair was cut like Raoh's was in the Legend of Raoh movies, with white roots and black tips, like a seagull's wings. Around his head was a golden circlet like the one Deimos wore in Assassin's Creed: Odyssey. He was built like Tom Hardy's Bane, with huge arms and legs, and a barrel chest with rotund abs and pecs. His left eye was silver, making Artemis stiffen due to it being the same hue as her own, and his right eye was sea green.

With his expensive clothing, big muscles, tall stature, and purposeful pace, the Third Master exuded power and authority in a way that was indominable, unquestionable, and different than Shin'en. Shin'en's aura of power was more along the lines of I'm smarter than you are, and I will defeat you with words before destroying you utterly with my fists, but this man's was I am stronger than everyone here and if you waste my time in any way, I will wipe out your atoms.

Of course, the wide smile on his face added a certain level of mania that didn't help with making him seem like a friendly person.

"Shin'en!"

"Perseus."

Shin'en descended the stairs and met the Third Master halfway, and they promptly reenacted the scene from Predator when Dutch and Dillon met. Their hands met with a mighty clap, and their muscles flexed as they tried to outdo one another in a contest of raw strength. They were in a deadlock as they smirked at one another, fists trembling as they struggled to move one another. Eventually, the air began to grow heavy, brimming with energy.

The Leviathan's cape began fluttering around him just as Shin'en's coattails began to do the same.

Then, right before either one could start putting some real power into it and start causing some damage, Asteria appeared.

'Boys,' she admonished. 'No destroying the internal superstructure of our base in an arm wrestle, please.'

"Our base?" Perseus asked with a raised brow as he and Shin'en disengaged at the same time, bumping their fists together. "Is that why I was suddenly dragged away from what I was doing?"

"Yes. Certain peoples have made a rather big mess, and we have to clean it up."

"Excellent. Who do we have to kill this time?"

"Everyone."

Perseus paused. "Everyone, everyone? Or just everyone?"

"Just everyone."

"Oh, so it's that mess."

Shin'en nodded. "That mess."

"Have the rest arrived?"

"Just you, me, Asteria, and Wheels."

Perseus's gaze drifted up, and his eyes brightened. "Wheels, my old friend! How are things?"

Wheels grinned. "Things haven't gotten started yet, so I can't say."

"Outstanding. Asteria."

The two embraced just like she did with Shin'en, like reunited siblings.

'Good to see you.'

"And you. How are the kids?"

'All doing great. Yours?'

"Making me proud every day."

"You have kids!?" someone blurted.

The Leviathan slowly turned his head to the speaker.

Nico fidgeted under the heterochromic stare. "S-Sorry, I-"

"That explains why it smells like bitch in here."

The atmosphere shifted. It was becoming common knowledge that these Seven Masters were not at all friends. Shin'en came off as a superior-to-you asshole, and Asteria was genocidal rapist. Opinions hadn't been high in regards to the prospect of the Third Master's friendliness, but the derogatory way he referred to Nico as a "bitch" all but confirmed it.

Of course, compared to the total attendance, hardly anyone took Nico's side, mostly because they didn't even know who Nico was.

Will bristled, along with several from CHB and CJ. "Hey-"

"-is for livestock," Perseus interrupted plainly. "Besides, is Nico not your submissive? He smells like the women that desire my bed, and I detect the faint, pungent aroma of old semen on him."

Snickers and laughter broke out through the Feast Hall, because the people that actually supported any facet of the LGBT were slim to none in this venue comprised of immortal warriors and magicians, and there were those who appreciated dark and offensive humor. Of course, the biggest kicker that made it so funny was how neither boy denied anything.

Nico got really small, Will was totally flabbergasted, and Reyna was looking at them both, stunned because she didn't think their relationship had gotten sexual yet.

"Well, boy? I'm waiting for an answer since you decided to open your mouth. Is Nico not your bitch?"

"Stop calling him that," Will demanded.

"Or what?" the Leviathan challenged, coming over to loom over the sitting Solace.

"Or you deal with me."

The Leviathan looked over his shoulder, bored, as the shadows bent and twisted, bubbling up into a mound that rippled and shifted, transforming into one god of the Underworld, taking a form of ten feet tall, a heavy-looking black robe covering his whole body, and the Helm of Darkness upon his brow.

"Impressive. Had you shown this much love for your children, perhaps Bianca would be with us today."

Hades' eyes widened as he flinched backward, and Nico's heart thumped irregularly in his chest.

"I do wonder what Bianca's opinion on this would be. Would she feel guilty that all of her tea parties and dollies pushed her brother into shirking his manhood in favor of being the woman, or would she feel angered that in all the trials she went through, her father never stood up for her, but instead came running the instant his son's shame was laid before him?"

"There's nothing shameful about-"

Leviathan turned his head back around, eyes so cold they immediately shut Reyna up.

"Isn't there? A man as powerful as this willingly bending over and spreading his ass open in invitation for another's man's cock, submitting himself to a point so low that he happily serves as a cum receptacle. What shame is not present here?"

Nico vanished into his own shadow after that one, and Hades had enough presence of mind to drag Will into a shadow as he himself vanished after Nico.

"Hmph, weaklings."

"You are an asshole!" Piper shouted.

Many echoed that sentiment.

Leviathan arched one brow. "Goodness. Were it that you all showed this much backbone in all encounters, we would not have to be here."

And just like that, the wind was violently ripped from the sails of all those who were standing for Nico and were there when Shin'en laid them all so low. Those who hadn't been there, when they saw so many powerful figures suddenly waver, they too wavered.

"Don't look at us," Shin'en said upon seeing eyes were on him and Asteria, hoping for some kind of support, like control your friend. "I don't want to be here in the first place, and Asteria hates everyone equally."

To punctuate that, Asteria bared her teeth and hissed.

The Leviathan hummed one more time, turning and walking away, cape swishing behind him. "Know your place, whelps, and do not bother us with your nonsense."

The three ascended up to the stage, Shin'en taking the center, Perseus and Asteria flanking him.

"It's always fun watching you shut the liberals down," Wheels grinned.

"Humans," Leviathan spat. "Equally worthless no matter who they are."

The alarm system went off, filling the Feast Hall with the blaring sound from the 2004 Batman cartoon.

Wheels spun around, all business as he hit a button and then another to bring up the message.

"Hey, you're up, Perseus. Chaos wants you to go and destroy Mt. Othrys, which has been rebuilt and currently serves as the Titan base, occupied by hundreds of monsters and the Titans Atlas, Hyperion, Khios, Krios, and Prometheus. Oh, and apparently they're trying to raise Kronos using some demigod."

"Is the demigod important?"

"No, but according to Chaos, like Asteria had to let Porphyrion rise, you also have to let Kronos rise."

"Hm, perhaps I'll break a sweat today after all."

"You can't just let Kronos rise!" someone squawked, accompanied by similar squawking from other demigods that had made it through the Titan War, particularly the Greek ones that fought in the Battle of Manhattan.

"And why not?" Perseus prompted.

"He's the Titan king! The strongest, baddest, worst one of them all! The most powerful! If he rises totally, it could be the end of the world as we know it!"

Perseus chuckled. "The world as you know it is already at its end, because we are here. As for the power of Kronos, he only so powerful by your measure. As the little song goes, you are weak but we are strong. There's a reason all of you have been relegated not to the sidelines, but the bleachers."

Wheels opened the teleporter and the Leviathan left before anyone could formulate a response to that insulting statement.

Just like the magic camera that selectively followed Asteria around, the huge screens on either side of the stage, up on the wall, showed the Leviathan appearing at the base of Mt. Tamalpais, with the angle being such that everyone could see the black fortress atop the mountain, dark clouds swirling around the top in the night sky, blotting out the stars.

The Romans that survived the battle during the Second Titan War started having flashbacks.

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Perseus smirked up at the black fortress, the fortress itself being nothing overly remarkable, just high walls, medieval armaments, and teeming with energy signatures. The mountain was, too, riddled with monsters and traps lying in wait.

Not one to waste his time mowing through the weaklings, the Leviathan bypassed all of this, bending and his knees a little and then went rocketing up, shooting from ground level to sail clean over the mountaintop, and when he came down, cape splayed behind him, he came down through the huge front doors, destroying them, the surrounding walls, and making the mountain shudder under the force of his impact.

Dust went everywhere, and monsters came pouring out of the fortress and running up from the slopes below. The five Titans came running in as well, shock written across their faces as to what the Tartarus had just happened.

The Leviathan came strolling out of the crater he made. "Knock, knock," he smirked.

"It's one of them," Koios hissed to his brothers.

"Beat him and capture him," Atlas ordered his uncles. "We will use him to wake-"

BAM

Leviathan's fist collided with the Titan's face, spraying ichor everywhere thanks to his broken nose, and he went flying through the walls of the fortress. Leviathan kicked left and then right in rapid succession, too fast to follow for most, nailing Koios and Hyperion respectively, sending them crashing into their brothers on either side, making all four go crashing through more walls.

Leviathan spread his arms at all the monsters. "Who wants to die first?"

A cyclops hefted a war club with a bellow.

"Ah, a volunteer!"

Then Leviathan vanished and reappeared in the same spot a half-second later, and every monster that was within sight exploded as if struck by a hail of cannonfire. In reality, it was just Perseus moving too fast to be seen, combined with his monstrous strength, adding to a sum of terrific force.

Then there was a flash of light that went passed Perseus, snapping his head to the side, droplets of purple fluid flying to the ground. It was his blood. He had purple blood. Perseus saw his blood.

"Oh?"

His pulse quickened slightly at the prospect of something truly entertaining.

There was that flash of light again, and again, and again, and aga—wait, no. Leviathan's hand came up and snagged whatever it was that was hitting him.

"Hyperion, Titan of Light. Not bad."

Hyperion grunted and then vanished again, moving so hard and fast than when he tore his wrist free from the Leviathan's hand, said hand exploded entirely. Perseus beheld the ugly stump where his hand used to be, skin and muscle hanging loosely about, the jagged, uneven ends of his radius and ulna poking out, his beating heart causing blood to continue spurting out of the arteries.

"But the speed of light is still relative to time."

Leviathan whipped around and drove his mangled arm right through Hyperion's face, his mismatched eyes now glowing a sickly shade of gold. The Titan twitched a bit, extended fist spasming. Leviathan just moved his arm to the side and held it at angle, and with a sickening SCHLICK, Hyperion's body slide right off.

With a face and arm speckled in golden fluid, Perseus made his hand regrow in the blink of an eye. The bones regrew, veins and arteries and nerves snaking around, then muscle, and then skin wrapped it all up. The Titans Prometheus, Koios, and Krios had peeled themselves out of their holes in the wall just in time to witness their brother's death and the regrowing of the hand, and they were all struck with fear at this power.

"Come now, gentlemen," Perseus grinned. "Don't let my fun end too quickly!"

Being Prometheus, that guy turned and went running back the way he'd come, while the other two summoned large swords, loosed battle cries, flared their Titanic power, and charged.

"Yes!" Perseus roared. "FIGHT! HARD!"

He pulled at the center gem on his breastplate, a pearl cut into a trident, the shaft of which was intersected by a capital omega, and it grew into an outrageously large claymore. He met the Titans head on, dueling them both in a dance of sparks and metal, laughing gleefully. Walls broke, floors splintered, ceiling crumbled as mighty Othrys was torn down by sheer force of impact.

Perseus's cape whipped and flailed as he turned and twisted, blocking and attacking against the two Titans who were giving it their all while he just laughed. Then Perseus swung left and swung right, as if striking a baseball, sending the Titans skidding away, their arms numb.

"What are you!?" Krios roared. "We have trained for the past year in Tartarus with our father and brothers, and we have the backing of all the billions of mortals on Mother! How are we losing!?"

"Because I am yet stronger than you," Leviathan said with a menacing smile.

"Preposterous!" Koios asserted. "Brother, let us end him with our new technique!"

"Yes, let's!"

The Titans of the North and the South darted around the Leviathan to stand next to each other. They put each of their fists together and roared, "FUSION!"

"BWAHAHAHA!" Leviathan cackled.

In a bright light, the brothers merged into one. When the light cleared, Gem-Knight Master Diamond from Yugioh was revealed. Well, kind of, in that the armor and the cape was the same, minus the helmet and diamond limbs, and the huge sword was also lacking the colored gems, and the armor itself was a beautiful mix of shiny Imperial Gold and dark Stygian Iron.

"I am Koiros," the Titan introduced. "I will destroy you."

"No, you won't."

Koiros, with the combined power of two Titans jacked up on training and human belief, scowled at this blatant bravado, hefted his sword, and attacked. He pushed off so hard that the walls exploded outward around him. So sure of his strength and power was he, that you can imagine his shock when the Leviathan's mismatched eyes turned burning gold, pupils going vertical, and he swung his sword.

Koiros brought his own huge blade up just in time, and his sword cracked along the edge where it was struck. There was such force that the merged Titan was knocked to the side, the balls of his armored feet skidding across the floor. Koiros looked up with gritted teeth when he finally stopped moving, and gasped.

There was a pair of glowing yellow eyes accentuated by a wide smile barely six inches from him.

"Omae wa mou shindeiru."

"Nani!?" Koiros was compelled to respond.

That's when dozens of white lines suddenly crossed through all parts of body at all angles, and he fell to the ground in hundreds of little bits and pieces, slivers of armor strewn throughout the pile of golden slop. Little sparkles began rising from the gooey mush, and they all went shooting off to the side…and into the approaching Atlas, who was holding a dried husk of a thing with an Italian suit hanging from his withered cadaver.

Brother always was a coward," the Titan of strength and endurance commented with an easy, confident smile on his face, "but he's still a Titan and therefore in possession of great power, power now bolstered by that Koios and Krios. You might've been able to defeat those two and Hyperion, but now you face me with all of their power as well."

"Hyperion's too?" Leviathan grinned.

Atlas scoffed. "Bah, escaped to Tartarus before I could absorb his essence as well."

The grin fell, then came back. "Fine. I'll play with you until your uncle wakes back up, then I'll dispose of you and send Kronos back to the pit."

"Your ignorance of my power amuses me. Behold! The true might of a Titan!"

Atlas glowed brightly and there was an eruption of light and power. It faded to reveal the Titan, ten feet tall, shirtless, with eight-pack abs, cut pecs and arms, pants and boots, with bronze armor covering his thighs and shins. In his hand was his favored weapon, the javelin, appropriately sized for his new physique.

"Surrender, boy, and you may just live through this."

"Well, would you look at that," Leviathan said, eyes trained up at the night sky, the clouds having been cleared away by Atlas's power up.

Atlas looked up, and he stiffened slightly when he saw a particular constellation of stars all twinkling brightly.

"From what I remember of Zoë, she wasn't a sadistic woman, but I guess even she couldn't resist the opportunity to watch me paint this mountain with her father's blood."

Leviathan grinned. "You haven't earned the right to fight my true form, but I'll shall show grace this day. Behold! The reason I am known as the Lord of the Abyss."

The Leviathan's eyes glowed brightly in green, and a maelstrom of Yoki aura erupted around him, the same color as his glowing eyes. What a violent maelstrom it was, blasting away all the debris that had been created ruing the swordfight, causing the rest of the mountain fortress to break and fall apart. Leviathan himself changed, skin turning black, body growing and bulging.

He swelled to a man-sized monster that was four meters tall, body covered in streamlined black plates that fit his muscle perfectly, with tiny gaps between the plates that showed dark, purplish skin. Claws adorned his hands, large spikes protruding from his knees and elbows, and on his shoulders were six spikes that looked like crab legs, and along either side of his spine were six larger spikes for a total of twelve appendages each. Along his waist, starting at his hips, were seven total spines of increasing length as they went backwards, with the seventh spine reach almost to the ground. The spines were angled out, with blackish-purple webbing between them all to create the appearance of the skirts of a kingly robe, and upon the head were dozens of spikes angled in all direction like that of a sea urchin.

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"Leviathan power increase detected," the computer intoned with its female voice. "Awakened form achieved."

The screens that displayed stats and vitals and the real-time injury cross section changed as well, reflecting Leviathan's true, monstrous form.

It was very quiet in the Feast Hall right now in light of whatever the hell they'd just seen.

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Atlas struggled to hold his huge sword as the weight of the Leviathan's power settled over him.

It was heavy, oppressive, choking, and overwhelming, like standing just outside of a black hole. More than just physically, but also psychologically. It seeped it Atlas's mind, instilling doubt, fear, hopelessness, and despair. It put things into perspective: Atlas was the badass peewee football boy at 5'7, 180lbs, that thought he was hot shit because he easily muscled through the other fifth grade boys who were all average size.

Now he was pitted against an NFL linebacker clocking in at 6'9, 310lbs, and was realizing that he wasn't hot shit.

He was dog shit.

And dog shit either dried up and blew away in the wind, or got stepped on and squished.

The size comparison wasn't too far off, either. In his current form, Atlas was standing at an even ten feet, while the Leviathan, in this new form, was standing at just over thirteen, a whole four feet taller with the proportionate amount of mass.

Glowing eyes stared down at the enhanced Titan from a cloud of dust.

"So…" a rich voice intoned, backed by a natural, echoing whisper. "Do you understand your weakness before me?"

The javelin trembled in Atlas's hand—yes, trembled. Despite having the combined Titanic power of Prometheus, Koios, and Krios, all bolstered by a year of training in the Pit and the belief of billions of mortals through the Triumvirate, belief that they were the true masters of the universe, not God, not Allah, not any Hindu or Buddhist deity, not the Dao or the Guru Granth, not any of the Spirits, and certainly not the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Despite all the power he now had, power enough to defeat the likes of Zeus, Odin, and Ra in single combat, Atlas still trembled before the Leviathan.

"Die now."

Atlas screamed and attacked, thrusting his javelin, unleashing a blast of power that the Leviathan swatted aside like a particularly annoying fly. He advanced at a walking pace, his footfalls releasing dull thumps from how heavy he was, and due to his enormous stride at being thirteen feet tall, was in front of Atlas in just a few steps.

Atlas blanched, thrust his javelin once more, and blanched even harder when the weapon snapped like a stick against the Leviathan's throat. The Titan took a backhand across the face that knocked out teeth and rocked his world. He hit the ground hard, dazed, suddenly fatigued, head ringing. After that single blow, the only thing Atlas wanted to do was shut his eyes and pass out.

No such luxury was afforded to him, however.

"Like I said…all over this mountain."

Atlas let out an undignified squeak. Leviathan hurled him into the air, and the last thing the Titan saw were several black shapes shooting at him from below. He felt terrible bites going through all over, and that was it for him. Down below, what was left of the Titan General came down in the form of a golden rain of ichor that did indeed have each little drop finding purchase somewhere on the mountaintop.

Leviathan turned his head to where he had been feeling a source of essence, and so he investigated, having a hunch as to what it was. His hunch was correct.

Leviathan chuckled a bit at the sight of the golden sarcophagus situated underneath the churning magical mass that was the sky, the last vestiges of Ouranos trying to get in one last blow against his traitorous sister-wife. Of course, the rising Kronos was not trapped beneath the sky, but was absorbing it, taking in the essence of his father in the same way Atlas had taken in the essence of his fellow Titans.

It seemed Kronos was done, because the swirling mass suddenly receded up, and the sarcophagus began glowing red hot, levitating and melting, the liquid metal swirling and swishing to coalesce around a human shape, forming a dazzling, heavy, intricate suit of armor like a medieval paladin would wear, but with a Spartan helmet that had a black plume. The showing skin of the neck and what was seen of the face was fair, and the eyes in the visor were a sickly gold color, dancing with twisted, maniac light.

Kronos looked at the Leviathan. "I sense my power in you."

"Yes. In my world, when I was in Tartarus, I sought out enough little bits and pieces of you that were scattered around and absorbed them."

Kronos's eyes glowed a bit, and the Leviathan knew that what the Titan was doing was using his powers of time to look into his (Leviathan's) past, from the day he was born, to this very moment.

"Incredible," the Titan said after he was done. "I look forward to our battle, Grandson."

"You'd better make it worth my while, old man."

Kronos smirked and sank into earth of the mountain, the stirring Gaea able to use enough power only for these meager teleportations right now.

The Leviathan regarded the ruins of Mt. Othrys. The Titan stronghold was certainly dilapidated and crumbling, but not totally destroyed. Leviathan had some ideas as to how to go about that, but one struck out as being so shock and awe that the little termites watching would never think to open their mouths against him.

With a slight crouch and a push, Leviathan jumped and went sailing back. Down, down, down, all the way from the top of the mountain to the base, landing with a heavy crash. With an excited chuckle, almost a giggle, Leviathan reared his right hand back, his fingers together in a spear, and thrust forward. The mountain exploded all the way through and all the way around at contact.

A swirl of sea green light erupted around the Leviathan, his mighty Yoki aura flaring around him as he called its power. With a roar, he lifted the whole of Mt. Tamalpais from the face of the planet, holding his over his head with his right arm fully extended. He gave a light flex of his hand and made the mountain go up a few feet, and he brought his left fist forward so fast that a plume of fire erupted around his hand, a sonic boom escaping just before there was a louder, far more terrific sound.

As Mt. Tamalpais was shattered to dust with a single punch.

And the Titan fortress with it, fulfilling the assignment given by Chaos, that Othrys be destroyed, and Kronos was bid to rise.

With a smirk, Leviathan reverted to his human self, his clothes and armor reappearing around him thanks to an enchantment. A glowing portal appeared, and he went through it.

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As soon as he did, Wheels hit the button and played his intro.

"Perseus, the Leviathan! His story is the same as Percy Jackson's, right up until the final moments of the Battle of Manhattan. In a last-ditch revenge effort, the dying Kronos hurled Perseus across time and space to a different world, robbing him of age and memories, reducing him to a blank slate of an eight-year-old, who landed in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"In this world, shapeshifting monsters known as Yoma plague the land, feasting on humans, able to transform and hide among them after eating a human's brain and taking their memories. A group known as the Organization took it upon themselves to fight the Yoma, and so they made a breed of warriors known as the Claymores, so named for the huge swords they use to kill the Yoma. The Claymores are taken in as children and trained in combat before undergoing an excruciatingly painful operation that give them the power to fight the Yoma, the power known as Yoki. While having many sub-abilities, Yoki gives one superhuman physical prowess, regeneration, and sensory powers. Perseus, upon his arrival in the middle of a meeting between the leaders of the Organization, was immediately selected for a special operation.

"Using a source of power different than the other Claymores, Perseus became the strongest of them all, with the downside being that his physical age halted at ten. With the success of the operation, brutal tests were carried out on him to test the limits of this new power. Limbs were chopped off, massive swaths of skin and muscle sliced away, crushed under heavy stones, set ablaze, injected with poisons, venoms, and toxins, and beset by captured Yoma for combat training, Perseus prevailed through it all, though not with major psychological damage.

"The Claymores proved to be the near-perfect weapon against the Yoma, able to sense out the monster's own Yoki amongst a crowd of humans, able to slice through their thick skin, hard muscles, and dense bones. Near-perfect, though. With the use of Yoki aura comes a sensation like that of sexual pleasure, and if too much Yoki aura is used, the Claymore loses themselves and becomes a monster far worse than the Yoma: the Awakened Being.

"A massively powerful creature capable of laying waste to whole civilizations, with abilities and powers beyond anything a simple Yoma could ever achieve, and burdened with an almost ravenous hunger, the Awakened Beings were an existential threat to all life, and so it became the task of the Claymores to hunt down and destroy their former comrades. After so many generations of male Claymores undergoing Awakening at alarming and devastating rates, the Organization resorted to using females instead, taking in young girls of any background, some given as infants, some picked up from the streets, some sold by their parents, and trained them in the same brutal methods as the males were. While the rates of female Awakenings were significantly lower than the males, they still Awakened all the same and still had to be butchered.

"The Claymore annals are recorded as generations, and those generations are remembered for the ranks of the Claymores. 47 Claymores a generation, with 47 being the weakest, 1 being the strongest. Perseus was the Number One of the First Generation, and after so many years of killing Yoma and former Claymores, he was the very last of his generation to Awaken, and what an Awakening it was. Beyond the different source of power making him a cut above all other Claymores, he still had all the essence of a demigod, which only bolstered his power further.

"After his Awakening, with a whole new mindset due to the whole new power that flowed through him, he went North to where the other Awakened Beings were gathering, led by the Number Two Isley. After a brutal battle against them all, Perseus prevailed and earned himself the epithet Leviathan. After cementing himself as the alpha, he became the leader of this gathering of Awakened Beings, and in the name of the instincts that now ran through him, decided to build an army across the decades, recruiting other Awakened Claymores, offering them an escape from the Organization's chopping block in the name of loyalty. Many accepted, and those who thought they could defeat him were utterly destroyed.

"Over the course of the following decades, only two other Number One Claymores Awakened, one Riful of the West, and Luciela of the South, though since their power was comparable to that of Isley's, he was given the title of Isley of the North, and the three of them became known as the Creatures of the Abyss, or the Abyssal Ones, and Perseus, outclassing them all, became known as the Lord of the Abyss.

"The army grew and grew, Perseus meeting a Claymore that was born of the same source he had been made of, and he adopted her as a sister, and then, right before he was going to start his campaign to destroy the Organization, take the island continent, and move to the world beyond, he was yanked back to his dimensional home in order to help with the Giant War. Dropped in the Wolf House, after kicking Lupa's ass, he went to New Rome and steamrolled through the events that are remembered as the Son of Neptune with Frank and Hazel, achieving victory over Polybotes, but instead of being raised to praetor, seeing that as not good enough, Perseus instead chose the mantle of emperor, and no one dared challenge him. They had no reason to, since to the Leviathan, the purple robe and the title were all about the status.

"Over the course of the proceeding epic quest, Perseus rekindled his budding love with Annabeth Chase, going so far as to undertake the Mark of Athena in order to keep her safe from harm, braving Tartarus by himself after destroying Arachne and freeing the Athena Parthenos, and while in the pit, he engaged Tartarus himself in a great battle that took them across time and space to a twisted version of the world that saw Percy as the crossdressing wife of Kronos who was able to be impregnated and even bore the Titan three children. Leviathan took exception to that and slaughtered the whole lot of them, then resumed his battle with Tartarus. It was a battle so great that the planet was torn asunder, the mountains splintered, the oceans boiling, cities destroyed, all life nearly ended, and the battle climaxed with Leviathan striking Tartarus with a beam so great that it sent the Primordial all the way out to Planet Mars, and destroyed it.

"Upon returning to his home dimension, Perseus picked up right where he had left off, leading the Seven through Greece and right up to Athens. After a rather humorous battle with the Giants, Gaea woke and went to attack Camp Half-Blood, with the Romans in attendance on orders from their emperor to join up and play nice. However, the campers and the monsters never got the chance to fight, because the Seven arrived, and with them, through the Fates, also came the so-called Army of the Abyss, and with Perseus in attendance, the battle against Gaea's army was brutal and swift, while the battle between Perseus and Gaea herself was just as apocalyptic as the one between himself and Tartarus.

"Because of his shapeshifting powers, Perseus was able to satisfy the requirements of male and female demigod blood to awaken the Earth Mother, and because it was his/her blood, Gaea received a major boost, one that gave her enough durability to withstand getting punched all the way from Earth, through the Moon, and then all the way out to Mars, where she was then subject to a series of punches so great that she went around the equator of the planet with enough speed to alter its very rotation, before taking one more punch that sent her hurtling back through space and into the atmosphere. The Leviathan destroyed her mere seconds later.

"After the epic end to the Giant War, Perseus married Annabeth, and the two went back to the world of Claymore with the Army of the Abyss. Once back, Perseus launched his campaign and wiped out the Organization, killing any Claymore that would not surrender and freeing all of the girls that were being trained/tortured into becoming Claymores. However, with a whole world to conquer, and triplets conceived just before the Battle of Athens, the Leviathan has certainly not been idle, and now he is here to kick ass and chew bubblegum…and he doesn't even like bubblegum."

Just like with Asteria's intro, it was all voiceover of a video, showing him travelling through space and time, getting younger, a shot of him being implanted with the experimental material that resulted in an eruption of Yoki that blasted apart a hollow mountain, then a montage of all the tortures they put him through to test his regeneration, and then a shot of the first generation of Claymores, him at ten years old, followed by the grown men that were the other top-ranked Claymores.

There was a shot of the Yoma, the humanoid monsters with glowing yellow eyes, claws, fangs, huge amounts of muscle, and colors of skin that were purple, brown, dark green, and other dark colors. There was a shot of the Awakened Beings in all their many unique forms and shapes, and then finally the video showed Perseus undergoing his own Awakening, transforming into the armored nightmare that just laid waste to an entire mountain.

More, obviously, but it shouldn't be that hard to picture what the video was showing.

Percy, Annabeth, Thalia, and Sally arrived at some point, and so when the video talked about the other dimension, him being the crossdressing wife of Kronos, Percy had let out a very undignified shriek, and where many thought it was funny, many more were deeply disturbed and disgusted. However, all of that quickly morphed into awe when the video showed the battle between the Leviathan and Tartarus, the two zipping across the surface of the planet so fast that they left crisscrossing streaks of light, and then the battle with Gaea, showing the planet Mars spinning faster, and then the wedding, making Annabeth's heart ache, making Frederick her father look like he swallowed a lemon.

The mention of triplets had Annabeth and Percy flinching in their seats.

"Not bad, not bad," the Leviathan said. "Missing some stuff, though."

"Nah," Wheels said. "All intentional. Can't reveal everything right now, can we?"

"Fair enough point."

"You can change your gender?" an excited voice rose from behind.

Shin'en, Asteria, Leviathan, and Wheels all turned around to look at Alex Fierro.

"…that whole video with all its content, and you're stuck on the part where I can change my shape to whatever I want?"

Alex had enough of a self-preservation instinct, despite already being dead, to shut her mouth, Magnus looking at her in horror, like she'd just offered their firstborn to Satan.

Wheels rubbed his chin. "That does bring up an interesting observation, though." He pointed at Asteria, then Leviathan, then Shin'en. "Transgender, gender fluid, mentally ill."

"And wouldn't you know we're not demanding attention for it," Leviathan said.

Shin'en blew some air out of his nose. "We've got bisexual coming in next."

Wheels groaned. "Not the Ghoul. He started off strong and then he got really fucking weird."

'Is the Ghoul the one that had a mental breakdown and-'

"Yep."

'Ah.'

"Ugh," Leviathan groaned.

"Enjoy it while it lasts. After the Ghoul is the Psychopath."

Wheels shuddered, Leviathan laughed heartily, and a shadow passed over Asteria's face.

"Dimensional activity detected. Dimension DI-4. Kraken incoming."

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And this wraps up Asteria's full intro with more info on her character, and the mystery thickens surrounding Shin'en in the minds of the original cast.

Leviathan is now here, alternatively called Perseus, favoring the use of his full name over Percy, because Perseus sounds more formal and powerful than Percy. I didn't reveal everything about him, but you can read his story and find out.

Obviously, next chapter is about Percy from Green-Eyed Ghoul, and I'm very much aware of how bumpy that story became, so here's to redemption.

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