Disclaimer: This chapter contain abuse and gore. Not ideal for children and for faint- hearted.
You might feel uncomfortable reading some scenes. Tread carefully. You have been warned.

Really", Psyche squealed in delight, clapping her hands like a child who got an early Christmas present.

"Um... yeah," Delia said twirling the end of her long silky hair. "You guys had so much fun these years." Psyche definition of fun was completely different from the normal definition of fun.

For gods demigods fighting for their life was Damn fun, saving the world is one of your usual jobs if you fail one of these gods will surely end your life. They were describing their quests or according to Psyche 'their adventures' without sharing the same enthusiasm.

"You have killed monsters too." unlike Percy and Delia who had placed themselves on the fresh green grass, she sat at the edge of the stone, captivated by two demi-primordial.

"Yes," a nerve twitched in Delia's temple. "Or how else we would have escaped them."

"Wouldn't your parents helped you to overcome these monsters?" her answer was greeted by silence, neither of the siblings met her eyes.

Yes, of course, their parents helped them, by foolishly creating them, they always wondered why they attracted monsters even more then Thalia, who was a daughter of the king of gods. The stronger is your aura, unfortunately, their was and this created more chances to die tragic deaths.

Pchye quickly changed the topic sensing the tension in the atmosphere. Leading to a more dreadful topic which Perseus really wanted to avoid at this time.

"Have you ever murdered a human?."

"No, we have not- Percy where are you going?."

Percy turned away from his sister questioning gaze and started walking towards the castle direction.

"Just remembered something, no need to worry about."

After spending years with her brother, when he specifically said nothing to worry about there was definitely something to worry about. Delia narrowed her eyes and got up only to be pulled back Psyche " Boys at his age need their space."

The fire in her eyes to hear about their quests was a bit diminished after hearing that they had killed no human. One of the only sources of entertainment for gods was seeing demigods cross the river Styx.

Much to Delia's annoyance, these questions were not about to end so soon.

Delia unknowingly had lied.

She had said, 'we'. She did not know even if she had known she would have surely lied.

After all, at that time he was only eleven, surely this will be counted as a mistake. According to Perseus, it wasn't it was intentional.

Flashback

Percy was blindfolded and being dragged into an alley, New York was a huge city and consisted of a fair number of allies which were to compensate for a place to commit crimes and to hide from prying eyes.

Sounds of thunder echoed in the background, sure there was going to be a thunderstorm.

He was sure it was an alley because of the smell of the dumpsters. His kidnapper was sure a women because thin arms had circled his torso and was dragging him, he knew she was drunk as she reeked of alcohol and she was wearing high heels because of the sound of her furious footsteps were similar to his mother's when she late for her job and trying her level best to run in heels, they would always laugh at her. Percy wondered whether was his last time to laugh at that topic.

The women threw him at the wall, he hit the wall with the dull thud, but his back didn't groan in pain so his back was fine. He removed his blindfold.

The person was indeed a woman and she has drunk her blond hair was stuck to her sweaty dark skin, she wore a very short dress that ended many inches above her knee, she wore black high heels that were at least seven inches long. Her purple eyes were filled with an emotion Percy didn't understand at that time. She was once a beautiful woman, but a demon had replaced her.

His thoughts vanished when she removed her high heels and jumped at him and started biting his neck like a mad dog. Her hands exploring his body.

The more he pushed more frantic her hands got. After a few minutes, he gave up vicious bite marks decorated his neck, his vision got blurred.

He blankly stared at the distance, light from thunder lightened the whole alley. The women's high heel caught his attention.

There was a mere distance between them if he could move forward, the heel would give him a chance to escape, he shifted so he was lying on the ground, luckily the women didn't notice that as she got better access to his neck.

There.

He grabbed it as fast as lighting in the sky, the black thin metal slippery in his sweaty palm, he plunged it in her back, she screeched her long nails scratched his cheek before she could cause more harm he stabbed again, this time she was silent.

He moved backward and removed her limp body, her purple eyes which were red stared at him, the blood forming a pool. As if his kidnapper blood was calling him, he bend down, took some blood from her back and licked it. The coppery test amazed him, it tasted better than the blue coke.

Rain started. The cool drops of water already started healing his bite marks and scratches, soon he stood there completely drenched from the rain, he bend once again and dipped his finger in the blood, he put his finger in his mouth, the blood was mixed with water so it tasted thin but good.

Then he realized he had committed what people called murder he had killed a life, destroyed it for a better word, instead of feeling guilt or self-loathing, what most people felt like committing murder, he felt pleasure. He had dropped his mom's shopping bad when she had blindfolded him, he should find it before the vegetables inside it get spoiled.

He walked towards the mouth of the alley never once looking back.

Flashback over.

He had reached the stone castle which was there the current place to reside for a while, not home, neither would be Tartarus where they would go next. That time was not his only time, sometimes an injured demigods blood or even monsters. He was not addicted to it. His life was not depended on it.

The stone castle was large and the same place where Cupid lived, it was beautiful in a unique way. After getting lost a few times he finally reached his room, his room was large, spacey and had a canopy bed where four people could easily sleep.

His eyes met the color of blood he was thinking of which could not be anything in his room because everything was blue, the color only belonged to Cupid. His bow was kept beside him, his white snowy wings were neatly folded behind his back.

He ignored Cupid and made himself comfortable on the armchair in front of Cupid, in between them there was a small three leg table, on the table there were two glasses and a bottle of godly wine. He was sure it was because he had seen it many times in Dionysus hands and praising the wine in front of Demigods.

After that kiss, they didn't talk much but Cupid had consistently admitted that he had been joking at that time but Percy know much better he had seen that emotion in Cupid's eyes many times.

In that women's eyes.

Sometimes in his mother eyes at night.

In the eyes of the girls in his school.

On the streets.

In the goddesses eyes.

In camp half-blood.

This emotion always occurred in the night, but surprisingly it had occurred in the day, with Cupid.

Percy looked outside through the balcony, velvet blue curtains danced in the air they were parted enough to show a full moon. Cupid did not need to tell him that the second glass was for him. He picked it up the cold surface of the glass making a tingling sensation, he drank all at once.

It was sure upgraded for primordial gods and goddesses, he didn't feel dizzy at all, it tasted better than ambrosia, he didn't feel as if his throat was burning it tasted better, the night would always reveal his secrets.

After he had finished he looked up, Cupid face was emotionless, but his eyes failed to express the same emotion they were obviously shocked but that lasted for only a few seconds. Percy poured himself another glass.

"How does it taste?." His voice was composed.

"Good." He raised the glass to take a sip.

"Even better than blood."

Percy stared at Cupid. It was a statement, not a question.

Of course, his dear mother must have been keeping an eye on him."Since how long."

"Since the day you were brought on Earth she never ever left you alone, no matter what."

Percy kept his glass down, they knew about everything, his deepest darkest secrets, everything. He felt sick, it was not because of wine it was because of his mother's actions.

Percy did not feel like drinking. If he was being monitored so was Delia, they were the same just as Olympian gods.

With a swift flick of Cupid's wrist, the wine and the glasses disappeared. Without saying anything he walked out of the room.

He had done his task, he had reminded Percy who he was. He had forgotten who he was.

Son of lady Chaos.

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