This is it! My first real story. It took a lot of confidence and encouragement from my best friend on here Aragorn II Elessar to do this, as well as years of reading the works of other authors. I made this story after seeing another 'Devil May Cry/Percy Jackson' crossover, and I did not like it, but it inspired me to give this a shot. I wasn't sure if I would ever really post this story, but I shared the chapter with Aragorn and he sung its praises, which helped me in the decision to finally post it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for the OC.

Chapter 1: Smells like Trouble

Two millenniums ago, there was a war. Between the human world and the other... the Demon World. The human world had champions, protectors, mighty deities to fight their battles, yet the war never ended. But someone from the Demon World woke up to justice, and stood up against this legion, alone. Later, he quietly reigned the human world, and continued to preserve harmony, until his death. He became a legend.

The Dark Knight, Sparda.

Yancy Academy were going for a field trip, and everyone (the students) was either ecstatic, or bored, or had fallen asleep. This tale will be falling in the lone occupant of that third category.

Taking up an entire row, with legs propped up on the other seat, was a boy between twelve to thirteen years old. The most eye-catching feature being the silvery white hair, brushed down with bangs partially covering his closed eyes. A dark blue Henley t-shirt with the buttons undone, a peak of a gold chain around his neck, unzipped grey hoody, and red jacket covered his top half, while jeans and military style boots adorn the lower half.

Though being asleep would label him as a prime target for pranks, no one with even an inch sized brain was dumb enough to try anything that would wake the boy. Which is exactly why his only friends decided to use him as a barrier between them and resident bully/kleptomaniac, Nancy Bobofit.

"Look at him, not a care in the world." One of those only friends of the sleeping boy muttered over his shoulder, looking down with disbelief while the sleeper leaned contently against the bus window. Percy was an average twelve-year-old boy with a Mediterranean complexion, jet black hair and sea-green eyes, and a knack for getting into trouble.

"At least everyone else is too scared of him." The other boy in the seat before the sleeping boy commented. Grover was an easy target for bullying, scrawny, cried when frustrated, and was crippled by a muscular disease in his legs. He was held back for a few years if the wispy beard and acne was any indication.

"Yeah, and I thought I was bad." Percy Jackson had a history of incidents with his past schools, but Damon was infamous! They say he blew up his last school during a fire drill. How the white-haired boy got in to Yancy with that kind of record is a mystery.

When the bus finally stopped, each student filed out, except for three.

"It's your turn." Grover ran off the bus faster than a boy on crutches had any right to.

Percy gulped before looking back at the face covered by white hair. With a shaking hand, Percy reached over with a finger and poked the boy's cheek…

Silver eyes snapped open.

Rubbing his now bruised, though Percy claims it was broken, finger, he and Grover walked on either side of the now awake white haired boy, though the way he was moving made one think he was still asleep, or a zombie.

Mr. Brunner led the tour. The man, confined to a wheelchair, had thinning hair with a scruffy beard and his tweed jacket usually smelled of coffee. He directed them to a grave maker, or a stele, to a surprisingly quiet group. Although, he knew what kept them quiet, and the reason was currently swaying between his two friends. Nevertheless, Brunner welcomed the silence.

Mrs. Dodds, the math teacher who always wore a leather jacket despite being fifty years old, seemed to only glare at Percy, and sometimes he is sure that she would move that glare in his drowsy friend's direction. From the first day, she hated Percy, thinking of him as a devil spawn. Usually, for some reason or another, she would point her crooked finger at him with a sweet, "Now honey," before giving him detention. After confessing to his friends that he did not think she was human, Grover suddenly looked serious and said, "You're absolutely right."

"Mr. Jackson," Percy became alarmed as all the attention centered on him. Mr. Brunner wheeled in his direction and gestured to one of the images on the stele. "Can you tell us what this picture represents?"

Luckily for the boy, his flush died down with relief, recognizing the carving. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

"Yes, and he did this because…"

"Well…" Percy had to think. "Kronos was the king god, and-"

"God?" Brunner raised a brow.

"Titan," Percy corrected. "And he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, he ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad into barfing up his brothers and sisters-"

"Ewww!" One of the girls behind them said.

"-and so there was a big fight between gods and Titans and the gods won."

Behind him, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend. "Like we're ever going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, "Please explain why Kronos ate his kids"."

"Don't talk, booboo, you'll just lower the intelligence of the whole block." Percy resisted grinning when he heard Nancy gulp. Silver eyes was awake again.

"And why, Mr. Jackson," Mr. Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted." Grover muttered.

"Shut up." Nancy hissed, her face her face turning a brighter red than her hair.

At least Nancy got in trouble too. Mr. Brunner was the only the one to ever catch her in the wrong. He had radar ears.

Percy thought long and hard but shrugged. "I don't know, sir."

"I see." Mr. Brunner looked disappointed.

"Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it." The white haired, silver eyed boy spoke up again, putting all eyes on him. Mr. Brunner looked impressed, while the speaker shrugged. "Or some wise, old, fortune cookie mumbo jumbo like that."

"In a sense, that is correct, Mr. Graves. Credit for you and Mr. Jackson." Mr. Brunner droned on and eventually Graves shut his eyes again. He woke up again when the words "lunch" was spoken.

Watching the herd of idiotic boys and hungry girls, with Percy and Grover mixed in, the white-haired boy followed at a lazy pace. Until something caught his eye. At a split in the hallway, Graves walked into a room with the statue of a woman wearing those toga things Greeks wore, a bow in hand, a quiver on her back, and a wolf or hunting dog by her leg.

"Artemis." Graves turned to see Brunner wheel himself in. "Goddess of the Moon, Hunt, Chasity, and Childbirth."

"…anyone ever get a marker and just doodle on these things?" Brunner let out a surprised snorted, but covered it up as a cough, shaking his head no. "Really? That's a shame, the naked ones would be an easy target." Without another word, Graves strutted out with hands in his pocket.

Mr. Brunner looked from the statue of Artemis back to the retreating form of the most curious boy the teacher has ever met.

"Who are you, Damon Graves?"

The class gathered on the front steps of the museum so they could eat and watch the passing human traffic of Fifth Avenue.

Overhead, a storm was brewing, with rain likely to fall. The weather has been weird since Christmas, floods, snowstorms, and wildfires. Some guy on TV waved a sign saying "End of the World" or something.

Probably just global warming.

Damon stared up at the sky lazily, before sighing, getting up from his position lying on the fountain next to Percy and Grover. "Where are you going?"

Cracking his back before shoving his hands in his pockets, Damon walked toward the museum. "When nature calls, you answer." He stopped, tilting his head back to say, "Try not to get into any trouble without me."

Away from the trio was Mrs. Dodds, watching as Damon walked away from Percy, before settling her gaze back on the dark-haired boy.

"Big place like this, you'd think these people can afford decent plumbing." Damon said, finally being able to breathe again. Just as he shut the door, a high pitched, girly scream echoed in the museum. Sighing, the white-haired boy rubbed his eyes, "I should be getting paid by this point."

Strolling with his hands in his pockets to the source, Damon came across a sight that surprised him.

Percy holding a bronze sword with Mr. Brunner close by. The oversized, ugly bat creature though, did not even make him blink.

"Yo, Perce! You secretly leading a double life as demon hunter or something?" Three sets of eyes turn to him, two suddenly filled with fear, and one holding malice.

"Run Damon!" The bat creature thing swooped down towards the white-haired boy, and Percy hopelessly reaching out to save him.

"No then?" Damon lowered his head, shrouding his eyes behind white bangs. The monster flapped its wings and reached out with razor sharp talons that could tear through flesh like butter.

Everything seemed to freeze as the creature that was Mrs. Dodds was only an arm's reach away from ripping Damon apart. Percy could not even look away in time…

Whipping his head up and reaching behind his waist, Damon disappeared from the bat monsters' sight as continued its descent, crashing with its claws impaling the floor. Before it could snarl its confusion, something poked the back of its head.

"Guess it's just me."

BANG!

An explosion of golden dust was all that was left of the pre-algebra teach. Damon tilted his head over his shoulder and, seeing the look of utter disbelief on Percy's face, along the more controlled yet stunned look on Brunner's. Still with a smirk on his lips, Damon holstered his gun back behind his waist, checking out the weapon still in Percy's hand. "Cute sword." Percy, his brain already overloaded with too much craziness, whipped his head from the sword, and back to Damon.

Except he was gone.

Moving his green eyes to look at Mr. Brunner, Percy found the wheelchair confined man also gone.

When Percy was back outside, he found Damon back on his spot laying down on the water fountain, Grover next to him, and an unmoved Mr. Brunner reading his book.

What was going on?

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Hope you all enjoyed. Stay safe y'all.