August 18, 1993

Sally Jackson screamed as she underwent labour, the pain of conceiving a child so unbearable that she saw black dots across her vision, body screaming out in pain, yet there was no end in sight. Her hand, almost numb from gripping the man next to her, the child's father, also starting to flash in pain as her grip tightened once more. Finally, after what felt like millennia, the child inside of her was pushed out, and she lied down and relaxed, closed her eyes and melted into the comfort of the bed, drenched in her own sweat, however also resting in the embrace of the doctor was the unnamed newborn from the young woman. The doctor lied the child on Sally's chest, drawing a sharp inhale from her as she adjusted to the new weight resting upon her chest, as she forced her breathing back to normal levels. The baby was dead silent, if not for the faint flutter of his chest, one would think that he was dead. She stroked his face, admiring the definition of his face, already seeing slight resemblance between the baby and her.

Looking up at the man next to her, Poseidon, she smiled softly and said, "Thank the god's, he's got my looks". Huffing slightly, but ultimately recognising that she was only egging him on, Poseidon too, smiled as he looked at his new son. In some corner of his mind, one that he was desperately trying to ignore, was the whisper of his this was an illegal child, one that would not be able to experience happiness without Herculean hardships. For Poseidon was no average man, nor was he truly a man. Poseidon was not named as a namesake to the Greek Olympian of the seas, instead, he is the deity in question. Were this any other deity, apart from him and his brothers, the prospect of childbirth would not be an issue. However, what most mortals are unaware of, is the direct involvement of divine entities in almost every major instance of human history. One such example of this World War Two, where Adolf Hitler and Benito Mussolini were direct sons of Hades, Franklin D. Roosevelt and Stalin were the son of Zeus, and Winston Churchill was a son of Poseidon. Scattered throughout various commanding, governing, and soldier roles were also children of these deities, or "The Big Three", as they are denoted by other Gods and Goddesses, who reside on the land of the Gods, Olympus.

World War Two changed much in human history, it changed the face of the Europe, many countries were scared to be proud of their heritage after it, an entire Germanic population were enslaved under two different forms of Zeus' children, who were vying for political power in the mortal world, who couldn't see the damage they were causing. Poseidon's children however are heavily responsible for the civil disturbance in the Arabic world; however, this is no coincidence, Poseidon reflects. He should have stopped the imperialism when he could have, but he was too blinded by the pride he felt by his son's conquering prowess. England had always been his soft spot.

However, World War Two also impacted divine history as well. It was the largest scale human war, and divine war combined. God's and goddesses fought openly on fields, vaporizing mortals merely by showing their true divine form. Zeus' least proud moment was his involvement in the Hiroshima and Nagasaki nuclear bombings, blinded by his pure hatred for Hades he ordered the bombing, knowing Thanatos and Hades were located in either of the cities, and hoping the bombing would decommission them for the remainder of the war, if not hopefully longer.

World War Two was so horrific that by the end of it, the gods re-wrote history so that it could end faster, and hopefully never happen again. It began with 1943, where Apollo and Artemis aided the Soviet armies in counter-attacking the unrelenting German machine, while other gods such as Hermes and Athena, collaborated with Mnemosyne to alter the memories of mortals and spread disinformation about the Germans, fabricating horrific war crimes in order to scare people off of Nationalism. In order to prevent a world war ever again, Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus signed an agreement to never sire children again, instead letting their current ones die off, and all of the Olympian aligned deities agreed to only sire children wherever the flame of the West burnt the brightest, which at that time, was the United States of America.

All the deities aligned with Olympus swore this oath upon the River Styx, which was a river of binding promises, due to this, Poseidon's newborn will live a cursed life, a life of a broken vow, and he will be punished for his father's incompetence.

Poseidon was drawn from his musings to the sound of laughter, his child was smiling, awake and full of life and joy uncharacteristic to many newborns, and especially when put into context of what his future will be.

"His eyes… they're mesmerising…", Poseidon commented, the baby's eyes were a shade of green that he had never seen, one could definitely tell that the boy got his eyes from the father, however the striking difference was the symmetrical, vibrant and almost glowing sea green eyes. The almost glowing eyes reminded Poseidon of his father, Kronos, who's golden eyes were just as mesmerising.

"Yes, they're incredible", Sally said softly, feeling the exhaustion of the day start to gnaw at her.

The doctor looked at the couple, and said, "I'm pleased to announce that he is perfectly healthy physically and mentally, have you thought upon a name you would like to name him?"

Poseidon glanced at Sally, who nodded at him, and he said, "Yes, we name him Perseus Jackson, we would like to avoid a middle name".

The doctor nodded and hummed, finalising all of the paperwork, then he frowned, noticing an abnormality, he glanced up at Poseidon and said, "Excuse me sir…"

Poseidon froze, handing the child back to Sally, and said a soft "Ah". His eyes glowed to unnatural colours, and the mortal fell to the floor, his mind forgetting ever seeing the man before him. He stared at the man on the floor briefly, then looked mournfully at Sally and the newly named Perseus. "It is time for me to depart, permanently. I can hear Zeus calling for me, and I cannot risk either of your lives, not now, not ever. He will kill both of you without listening to reason. I am sorry" The man almost looked broken, having to deliver such news to a woman who just birthed his child.

However, Sally knew this was coming, after all the man was married and it could never have lasted. But it still stung, and she said, "It's okay, my love. Go, go and watch our son in his darkest and brightest hours. Just be there when he needs you the most, and I will never regret what we had". Poseidon smiled at this, and as quick as a blink of the eye, he disappeared into sea mist, living a strong smell of the sea behind him.

As the doctor woke up, confusedly and promptly forgetting what happened, Sally drifted to a dreamless sleep. Looking at her from the window, a man tilted his head and "Hmmm'd", "Interesting", he said. If anyone could see him, they would have sworn they saw him briefly, then as quick as he came he disappeared from view, never moving a muscle and staying rooted to the spot.

And there we go. This is just a bit of a teaser, I wanted to give you a taste of my writing style. I'm going to try be as detailed as possible, and this time I've got a very good idea of where I'm going to take this. I hope you enjoy history and politics, because I'm going to incorporate both into this.

Hint, if you've ever read Finding Paradise (another Percy Jackson fanfiction) you will definitely be intrigued by this. I'm following a similar idea that they incorporated.

- Paradoxical