Westover Military School. Percy shivered as the icy wind nipped at his exposed skin. It was early December if he remembered correctly. He continued to lean against the tree outside of the castle-like school building, the tree entering a small forest that led to a cliff overlooking the sea. He was questioning as to why Hell were interested in this place, especially sending them to Maine of all places, especially when Hell was starting to get a bit warmer.

It had been a year and a half since Percy had succeeded in the Demon Rites and claimed his new sword. He was now 14, and boy were the hormones killing him. Especially the constant sweating and a few stray hairs appearing on his face every so often. He wasn't too sure what was more annoying. He had grown a fair amount, and had lost a lot of weight during his constant missions for Hell. His hair had reached new lengths and was now down to the middle of his back, only being held in place by a ponytail. His sea green eyes had darkened, hardly recognisable.

"Where are you Jackson?!" A deep, hollow voice echoed throughout Percy's mind. He hissed in pain and clutched his head lightly, hoping for the voice to shut up.

"I'm at my post. You know, since crowds and I don't get along too well." Percy replied, straightening up slightly as the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow reached his ears.

"Remain there for now. We think that the targets are being extracted by Demigods." The voice echoed, and Percy gritted his teeth.

"Got it. Would you like ketchup or barbeque sauce with that? Or maybe a side of fries?" Was the boy's snarky remark.

"How about two demigods, you worthless piece of s-"

"You kiss your mother with that mouth? Christ, no wonder she abandoned you for Lucifer's bed." Percy snickered.

"WHAT?!"

"Well, I thought I saw someone who looked like you with Satan when I took the trials. Was she just your mother though, or sister, cousin, aunt as well? Maybe grandmother and wife? Christ, you have problems." Percy rolled his eyes, and plunged his hand into the shadows behind the tree and pulled out his sword.

"I'm going to KILL -!"

"Yeah, yeah. Save it for someone who cares... Someone's coming, so get out here quickly." Percy said quickly.

"Got it. Hold your position." The voice ordered.

"No. I'm not failing a mission due to your incompetence." Percy remarked, before seeing a flash of silver through the treeline. "Screw that. The Hunters are here. Get out here NOW!"

He looked around anxiously, holding his sword up ready as he heard multiple footsteps in his vicinity. A silver arrow flew by and Percy flicked his wrist, blocking the single arrow. A second arrow followed, and Percy once again blocked the arrow. He then sidestepped and grabbed a girl's arm and slammed it into the tree he was leaning against, causing her to drop the blade.

"You're meddling in the affairs of another pantheon, moon goddess. Don't make me report you to the first Hierarchy and allow them to unleash their armies upon your pathetic realm." Percy warned, switching his sword to his left hand. A girl stepped out of the trees, half of her shadowed by the tree between both of them. Percy was taken back by the twelve year old girl before him. She looked exactly the same as that girl he met four years ago, one of the first times he had been up on the mainland.

Percy lowered his sword slightly, staring at her curiously. His mind was tearing itself apart, trying to think of what he should do. Abandon his mission and help her, or end her at that exact moment. He made his decision.

"What happened to that boy I met all those years ago?" Artemis asked, stepping out from behind the trees and aging slightly, so she was the same age as Percy.

"Don't bother asking me. Bits of him are over there, all over the realms. Ones probably in your pocket Artemis." Percy spoke quickly, a stray bang of hair falling over his eyes.

A girl stepped out next to Artemis, bow drawn. She had an arrow aimed directly at Percy's jugular. "Thou dare show Milady such disrespect? Thou shalt eat the dirt she walks upon you ungrateful pig." Her head was lowered, casting a dangerous shadow over her face. She was beautiful, her skin sun kissed like she is a Persian Princess, and her hair a luscious, silky black.

"So this is your lieutenant, Artemis?" Percy asked, pointing at the silver tiara in the girl's hair. "Well, no wonder if she is. Tell me, I heard your lesbo group often have camp orgies, can I join in sometime?" Percy smiled darkly, and the girl let loose her arrow. "How rude. Does your mother tell you to reply to every man like that?"

"Silence, Perseus!" Artemis hissed, but could not stop her lieutenant from diving towards Percy. "Zoë; no!" The goddess cried out and Percy smiled as the newly dubbed "Zoë" dived at him and started punching him in a wild frenzy. Percy then kicked her off and hit her in the temple with his elbow, knowing that any strike from his sword would kill her.

Springing back up onto his feet, Artemis was upon him, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him against a tree.

"What are you playing at, Percy? Are you so desperate to die?" She growled, blinking away a stray tear in her eye. Curse her current form, her 14-year-old self was always so hormonal.

"Well, I do have my orders to kill you on sight. As does most of Hell." Percy remarked, his sea green eyes shining in the moonlight above them. Artemis slackened her grip on him slightly. "But this is my response to that. Cut me loose, and I will tell them you are severely weakened, and shall fade very shortly after our battle."

"Why?" Artemis asked. "Just why help? Why shouldn't I just kill you?" Artemis snarled, and Percy blew some hair out of his face.

"Jackson, there's a Manticore here for the targets. I need your help since there's demigods here as well!" A mental message was sent to Percy from his companion, not that he knew his name.

"Well I need to catch my breath right now. The Hunters are hard work." Percy replied, before turning to Artemis. "I told them that your Hunt are no longer a threat. Now please, cut me loose." Percy smiled at the moon goddess, who huffed and released her grip on Percy's throat. "Thanks!" He called out as he darted off.

A ginger girl walked up to Artemis and asked, "Why did you do that? He could've lied like all males do."

Artemis shrugged her shoulders at that, before answering "He's the son of a friend. It's nice to see him, nevertheless who he works for."

Back with Percy, he has stepped into the scene where three children stood up against a Manticore, who was holding two young children hostage.

One of the three demigods was a male with dark coloured hair and a scar on his upper lip. His skin was a light tan like someone who frequently visits a beach, and his eyes were a deep, ocean blue but held mirth in them like a prankster. In his right hand he held a four-foot long spear and in his left he held a net, both made of celestial bronze.

The next one was clearly the eldest of the three, being a 15 year old girl with raven coloured hair cut short. She wore a "Death to Barbie" t-shirt and wore a large bracelet on her left hand, which spanned almost a third of her forearm. In her right hand, she held a short spear that crackled with electricity.

The third was the middle child, having long, curly blonde hair that resembled that of a princess'. Her eyes were a deep stormy grey, and her skin had a tan that could only belong to a Californian girl. In her hands she held a small Celestial bronze knife and a Yankees baseball cap.

Percy watched humorously as a sixteen year-old boy with a five-foot long staff with axe heads on each end. He stood tall and well built, each of his movements leaving a blur of light. His eyes were a dark red, revealing his demonic nature. His name, if Percy remembered, was Jack Samuels, a lanky kid who survived to the end of the Demon Rites. He had cropped, dark red hair with pale white skin which was littered with freckles.

He knocked all three demigods to the ground with maximum effort, before turning his staff to the Manticore, who smiled evilly. "Hand over the children, Thorne." Jack warned the beast, and the creature laughed, swatting aside the staff.

All of a sudden silver arrows sailed through the air and few pierced the flesh of the Manticore, most bouncing off of its scaly skin. Percy turned to the tree line, growling.

"I thought you killed them, Percy?!" Jack yelled over the screams of the Manticore.

"So did I! But they had more than I had imagined!" Percy replied, and tackled the Manticore. The blonde girl suddenly appeared on the creature's back, her baseball call falling off her head.

"Annabeth!" The young boy from the three demigods yelled out, running to help his friend but it was too late, and Percy had shoved the beast over the edge of the cliff. "No!" The young boy yelled out, and tried jumping after them. Percy grabbed the demigod and threw him onto the snowy ground, before looking over the edge of the cliff. It was a long way down. They had definitely not survived the fall.

"She's gone." Percy said to the boy, heaving his sword up from the ground and resting it on his shoulder. The two demons were shot at by the Hunters, and the two targets were being pulled to safety by the punk demigoddess and a few Hunters of Artemis.

"Let's go! We have to report this to the Hierarchy!" Jack called to Percy as they tried to make a break for it. But Percy shook his head.

"No, we don't." Percy said steely, standing up straight.

"What?! Are you insane?! AHHHHHHHHH!" Jack screamed out as his limp left arm dropped to the snowy ground, staining the snow with red. Percy kicked Jack out into the open, as arrows riddled his body.

"TRAITOR! I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS, PERSEUS JACKSON!" Jack gurgled, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth as he lay on the ground, trying to pick his staff up with his remaining arm.

"Sure you will. I'm more powerful than all you bastards Jack, remember that in the next life." Percy snarled, the snow around them melting to water and raising to form a barrier before them to stop the arrows.

"Kill me then! Be done with it! I'll go back home and tell them what you've done, scumbag! Prove to us all that you have no loyalties to anybody but yourself!" Jack screamed, groaning at the pain. "DO IT YOU PUSSY!"

Percy smirked. "With pleasure." With that, he raised his sword and brought it down upon the middle of Jack's head, splitting it in half. With that, Percy spat on the bloodied corpse and walked away, the wall of ice dropping to reveal the dead body of Percy's ally.

The Demon Rites

Artemis stands in the Big House with Chiron, Sally and Zoë.

"I still think we should quest for him, Artemis. It seems his loyalties are with someone like you, so we think it would be wise if you went looking for him along with Sally." Chiron advised, and Zo ë just sat there, her arms crossed as she wondered what she was doing there.

"He brutally murdered that boy and has further orders to put an end to my Hunt and I! Why should Sally come with me when she will most likely die?!" Artemis argued, and Sally huffed.

"It is because he is my son, Artemis! Please, I need to see him!" Sally cried out, her sea green eyes that reminded Artemis so much of Percy shining.

"And if he turns and goes psycho on us? He is mentally insecure Sally! Hell does that to people!" Artemis sneered, her silver eyes narrowed at the mother.

"Then I would've at least seen him for what he has become! Please, understand what a mother needs! I haven't seen him in over fourteen years!" Sally once again sighed.

Zoë huffed and Artemis turned to her. "Is something wrong, Lieutenant?" The goddess asked, and Zoë straightened immediately.

"No, none is of negativity, milady." Zoë replied quickly, and Artemis nodded.

"You are dismissed, Lieutenant. You will assert control of the Hunt and remain here in Camp Half-Blood while we search for Perseus Jackson." Artemis said, and Zoë nodded before taking her leave.

"We leave tomorrow then, Milady?" Sally asked Artemis, and the goddess nodded, before turning to Chiron.

"Yes, you may go my child. An unofficial quest, so please be discreet with power usage." Chiron nodded from his wheelchair, stroking his beard. "Now, get some rest the two of you. Leave early hours tomorrow, I wish you both the best of luck." The two girls nodded, and left the Big House.

The Demon Rites

A torrent of flames jumped from the pathway, catching the edge of Alistair's cloak aflame. Said demon growled in annoyance and patted the flames out before continuing on his chosen pathway, the dusty, orange ground staining the soles of his boots and bottom of his cloak. The hood of said cloak fell down, revealing a bald headed, pale white man with a pair of soulless, inky black eyes. His teeth were filed into rows of razors as a wisp of dust flew along the top of Alistair's head before he pulled back the hood if his cloak back up. With that, he stopped walking and looked around, the almost sandstorm in the Second Circle was incredibly rare, meaning that a Hell Gate had been left open for far too long.

A few moments later, another figure appeared a flash of golden flames. Another cloaked figure stood there, standing at around 7 feet tall. His salt and pepper hair was slicked and pulled back into a ponytail, his ghastly face marred by a single scar along his jawline. He opened his eyes, revealing a pair of liquid gold eyes, swirling with eternal power. "Alistair. Nice to see yet another new host." The figure spoke, and Alistair's eyes flashed a blood red at the mention of his name.

"Nice to see you haven't changed much, my King." Alistair remarked, before looking around the place. "We're no longer in the Second Circle, are we?"

"No. We have travelled to Tartarus, to greet with a hopeful ally in our conquest." The figure answered as the sand began to die down, revealing a darkened cavern which reeked of sulphur.

"And what of Jackson?" Alistair inquired, and the man scoffed.

"The traitor killed one of our own. That sword has taken it's toll upon him. I just wish the First Hierarchy had paid heed to my warnings about the son of Lucifer's sword."

"Ah. So, who are we here to see?" Alistair inquired as they walked through the retched place.

"As I said, an ally. He will help us take down Olympus." The figure spoke cryptically until they came across a broken sarcophagus.

"Do you have the demigods?" A deep voice echoed from the sarcophagus.

"No, Kronos. We were betrayed by the Champion of Hell known as Percy Jackson." The figure spoke, and Kronos growled.

"Very well. It'll just take longer to regrow back to normal. Do we have a host candidate?"

"Yes a few. But in the meantime, our spies say that there is a top secret quest tomorrow. Sally Jackson and Artemis are hunting for our dearest Champion. You know more of them, how shall we dispose of them?" The figure asked.

"No." Kronos spoke, thinking carefully. "Capture the two. Release my general with the help of your spies. He will be of use. The two shall lure Percy to our stronghold of Orthys where we will kill all three of them. Agreed?"

"Yes, Kronos. Also, we plan to restart our old program of creating the prefect weapon. We will need the help of your Pantheon however." Alistair spoke, earning a grin from the figure.

"Get on with it. Farewell for now." With that, the two Demons left Kronos and returned to Hell.

"Are we sure we're doing the right thing here, Alistair? We failed to control them last time." The figure asked as Alistair summoned all of the failed candidates.

"I'm sure. Anyway, this is going to be fun either way." Alistair spoke as the candidates started to file into the area before Alistair.

"Get on with it then. Just don't screw up." The figure warned before leaving, and Alistair grinned.

"Now! Who's ready to hunt a traitor? Because I sure am!" Alistair cheered before chairs an straps sprung from the ground and wrapped around each of the candidates. "Let the mutations begin!" With that, the Torturer of Hell began to laugh like a maniac as he began experimenting on all of the poor children...

The Demon Rites

So, I'm back. Well, kind of. I wrote this chapter in the week off I had from school (so sorry, its kind of been on my laptop for a good 3 weeks to collect dust), but I've now finished since exams are over. But, I have to get a job *cries in corner*. But still, I'll be updating frequently. I start my new courses of psychology, sociology and A-level chemistry next September, so I'll make sure to have the Titan's Curse arc finished by the end of the summer (if you can call it that in England). That would make the story around 17 chapters long.

So, ummmm... Yeah, that's about it really...

Oh, I'm planning a new story! And an actual book. The book is going to be similar to this in some aspects, so yeah. Okay, so I'm sorry this chapter isn't too lengthy (I was actually expecting it to be longer, but oh well). None the less, I updated!

The story I hope to publish soon, since I'm writing out a few chapters to see if it works. But if you guy's want, I can post the first chapter in advance when I next update this. It's going to be a PJO/Avengers crossover, and called Divided We Fall. Kind of ironic, especially since I first thought about it after watching Civil War.

Now, quick question: Would you guys prefer the short and snappy chapters (2-3k words) or one that just tickles my fancy, varying between long and short?

And without further ado, please leave a review as before you click the back button or close the tabs. It would really help me with things like motivation. Thanks! Until next time!

~The Prince of Souls

P.S: Don't worry about beta-ing. I think I have it sorted for now... :)