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.

Hey guys! I am not satisfied with this chapter, I was distracted because of the tests, and yes as . please comment, Please vote. I have still given my best, this chapter was the most difficult to write till now.

Now on with the story.

Someone who is worthy of your love will never put you in a situation where you must sacrifice your dignity, your integrity, or your self-worth to be with them.

Percy's eyes refused to meet him, but he was ready for what Cupid was going to say.

Percy was proved wrong, Cupid's words obviously startled him.

"Do you know why I kissed you that day." He didn't want to know the answer to the question, but as usual, his wish was disregarded.

"I was attracted to you, a sixteen years old boy." Cupid hard stare stilled Percy.

"I was the one who had dropped you on the doorstep of Sally Jackson, I had also given you a gift that day, which according to you and your friends was the worse curse anyone could get." Cupid had won, Percy's attention was fully at him." I gave you my full blessing that day, which means practically claimed you as my heir..."

Why... Percy weakly thought.

"I gave you the gift that you will attain the power of charmspeak and perfection the day you reach sixteen, mortals, goddesses even primordials will fall for you, no one can make you fall in love with themselves by any spells or other unfair means " He barely had time to realize the fact before the man spoke. " But the blessing worked out rather too well than we all predicted." He giggled. Yes, the primordial god of love son of Ares and Aphrodite, etc. not sniggered, not laughed, giggled.

Today was not Percy's day.

"You were desired by many even when you were a kid, and that too many times I must say." Percy knew what he meant by that. It was only one time but he didn't bother to correct that, it was enough for him to haunt him for the rest of his life.

The rain intensified, but neither of them moved to take shelter, Percy had enough, he had lost the will to speak, but Cupid was not done there was more to come. "What did you feet when you saw Annabeth kissing the son of Nike?." His voice was crystal clear regardless of the raging storm.

It was a different topic and the one which Percy wanted to avoid the most. He felt only the slightest hint of surprise, the question was another proof that Primordials were watching him.

Maybe they were watching them even now. When the lie was forming in his mind he caught Cupid's eyes, they dared him to lie. What was Percy supposed to say? the truth? that he had punched him in his ribs, nose until he had heard enough noise that belonged to the demigod's shattering bones. He had not felt his heart shatter in millions of tiny pieces or the boiling rage in the chest or anything else was suppose to feel at that particular moment.

He had felt absolutely nothing.

Flashback

He punched him just to quench his thirst for blood, he stopped, not because that if he delivered a few more punches home Noah would die, the reason was the presence of gods in the Camp, his howls would attract the unwanted attention.

He turned back, ignoring the vile women's wails and threats. He licked the blood on his fist. Annabeth's wails were beautiful, they were music to his ears. He started walking but soon stopped in his mid steps, as he came face to face with the two forest Nymphs and three Dryad.

He stood there dumbstruck, his eyes scanning them, they were enthralling in their own way. They didn't sprint to Dionysus, instead, they moved towards him - or more likely drifted towards him, they were holding something behind their backs, completely hidden from his view. They pulled it out.

A large bowl of water and a white fluffy towel.

Never in his wildest dream, he could imagine it. Speechless, He stared at his faces, the dryads were giggling, joy present in their green eyes, as if he had cracked a joke, and not almost beaten someone to death, while the nymphs faces told a completely different story, they held a warm, welcoming gaze as if he was a king coming back home after winning a battle. The one on the left who was holding the tub motioned him to wash his hands in the bowl. He submerged his hand in the water, he had licked almost half of the blood so there was not much to wash.

When his hand was clean, he wiped it with the help of the towel, he had no idea what they were doing here, their job was to serve gods and demigods present there.

And why were they helping him to hide his crime?.

Did he ever owed them something?.

He nodded at them as a thank you and jogged towards the dining pavilion and realized that he has not wiped his arm, turning back didn't sound good. Disregarding he jogged.

Flasback over.

Cupid's figure was blurred but his red eyes glinted. It was another completely different part of him that had acted that day, the same part had used Annabeth.

The part had never liked Annabeth in the first place. It had asked her to be his girlfriend so that the girls in the Camp half-blood know that he was taken and don't approach him. But it didn't help him much, they had started bothering him more, occasional touches, lovey-dovey eyes.

It had made him sick, he had always wondered why it was happening.

After hearing Cupid's explanation their actions were justified.

The other part of him had liked Annabeth very much and wanted her to be his girlfriend, it liked to see her smile laugh, see her grey eyes twinkling...

As if Cupid was reading his mind he sneered,"Annabeth was not worthy of your love, In fact, none of the campers deserved you, they didn't even deserve to walk on the same land you walk, didn't deserve to breathe the same air." Cupid fixed him with a cold stare, it wasn't meant for him, but for the campers.

" You are only sixteen, after you finish your training, you will be more powerful, more mature and needless to say more beautiful the consequences of my blessing will be terrible, even I am not sure that if I was in your place,I " emphasising the letter "would be able to handle the mess." Percy closed his eyes, an attempt to escape from this world, it although the effort went vain.

" The one who deserves you will be the only one you will love, you will not understand now, you all were sent here to know about the Primordials and about what you are about to face in the coming future, the first session is over, tomorrow you all are going to meet another Primordial." He stopped, as if thinking something. "They used you because of your beauty, but when the rose turned black and thorny, it was repudiated. Use what they have relinquished as a best weapon you have got."

He opened his eyes, only to stare at the empty space where the white-clothed god had been.

They all had assembled in front of the gates of the stone castle, they all were happy to get out of the place, but the worry about whom they were going to meet next and what they all will go through chewed their insides.

Their fake glum faces somehow fooled Psyche who was crying rivers, Cupid stood his arms folded, and also had a fake sad face but like the demi-primordials, he was happy that they were getting out of here, via the portal which was opened by Cupid behind Kai.

Jayden looked had Percy, he had currently adopted the I- don't -give- it- a -damn look, Jayden gave away a small smile when he saw Psyche enveloped Kai into a bear hug, "I w.. will miss yyou.." She buried her nose in his shoulder, half blowing it, after a while, she brought her arms back to her sides turning towards her next victim which was, unfortunately, Jayden, completely missing Kai's sickening look.

She reminded him of his mom Aphrodite... what would she be doing without him now... She had always troubled him by leaping into his room, making him insane with her talking about her latest boyfriends, new mortal styles and dresses in the market, Olympus gossips and what not.

Cupid offered his wife a red silk handkerchief "Thank you, honey, you are such a bastard." Jayden gaped turned pale white, shot a told you so look towards Dayna.

A few days ago, when she was calling a demigod in Camp half blood a bastard Psyche had scolded her for using such an inferior language, Dayna had objected that nowadays this word is another word for gentlemen. They had rolled their eyes for such a poor lie, but Psyche was dumber than they all thought as she brought it.

Cupid clenched his fist, his nerve throbbing at his temple his exasperated face told them they all were dead. "You bloody rascals..."

They exchanged quick glances and made a beeline for the portal.

Before they could reach, the portal exploded around them, maybe because Cupid was mad. Like a tornado snatching a tree up by the roots, the force yanked all off them by their feet. Percy caught a last glimpse of the flaming Cupid and waving Pschye spinning away from them, which made him a bit deary, they were not that bad... he took his words back when he remembered the previous night.

A whiplash-hard current of wind caught him, vanishing his thoughts sending him hurtling, his wrist was caught by a warm, calloused hand.

Kai. The other one was caught by a gloved hand. Dayna. They had formed a human chain. They fell into red spirals.

Hopefully never to return.

It was the first time they all had gone through the portal. there had been a sense of flying, of weightless falling, as if she was in the eye of the cyclone.

Howling winds tore at her, ripped her hand from Jayden and the scream from her mouth. Her ears went deaf, but she still could sense others screaming too. She fell whirling through the heart of the portal.

What felt like a thousand years, they fell on the ground. The impact was so hard that the wind was knocked out of Dayna's chest, leaving her breathless. She turned so that her back was facing the ground, and breathed deeply.

The air was hot and sulfurous meant for killing who inhaled it yet it felt like the best oxygen she ever had.

Her vision cleared Red clouds hung in the air like vaporized blood in the grey hazy sky. The landscape – at least what she could see of it –was rocky black plains, punctuated by jagged mountains and fiery chasms. She was too stunned to think properly, but a voice caught her attention, as it didn't belonged to any of her friend, correction a thousand of voices, they were coming from a long black flowing ribbon.

A river.

Delia... you are back home...

Princess.

Surely, no one brave enough would call her a princess, she hated fairy tales. She must be hallucinating.

Her eyes scanned their surroundings swiftly, At her left, the ground dropped away in a series of cliffs, like colossal steps leading deeper into the abyss.

They were on the shore of the river, it really wasn't a land it was made up of pieces of black glass others started gaining strength and got up, muttering curses which would have made Dayna grin, but her cheeks had no strength to pull up.

Jayden was shell- shocked and was having trouble breathing but after few minutes he was alright he shook his head, Kai and Percy were absolutely fine, Kai was analyzing while Percy was running his head through his hair.

"Where are we? I swear I am not traveling through the portal again." Jayden promised himself. Unlike, Jayden Dayna knew where they were.

The bloody sky.

The river... it looked like river Cocytus, river of lamentation, which brought immense misery.

The black mountains.

The black land that stretched as far she could see

The hot, sticky air.

She had read about it in the books, heard about it by campers.

It was not real Dayna said to herself.

No, no, Dayna took a sharp intake of breath, Percy's knowing gaze confirmed her thoughts.

She was going to meet her father.

She was standing on her father.

Tartarus.

Now she realized who her father truly was. Darkest and deepest area of Hades realm and the primordial of abyss.

Faqeera.