If you were offered immortality, you might as well be a god yourself, regardless of your answer.

Wasn't that the idea?

Percy wasn't sure he was ready for the responsibility that came with 'being a godling', as Zeus so annoyingly put it. If Percy was being honest, he knew it pissed off Zeus just having to give the offer to him.

Percy likes to think of himself as an okay dude. All he wants is peace, his family, and some happiness. He wasn't Herakles, who jumped at the chance of reinstated divinity. Hell, he shot down the idea of godhood the moment he could.

Not the best impression on the Olympians, but what was the point. He didn't want their favor anyways.

Well, the idea isn't fucking true. If it were true, Percy would not be bleeding out in front of his friends in the Temple of Olympus. He understands that Luke is somewhere near him, close enough to touch.

He could somewhat hear the shrieks and cries of the people he knew, but the pain in his torso had his thoughts screeching too loudly. His vision grew fuzzier by the moment, and yet Will Solace did nothing to help as he continued to tap Percy's face to awaken him.

Percy has not apologized to Will, not for the death of Michael, neither for Lee. He wants to, but his mouth is unable to voice his final thoughts.

It feels like his lungs are being ripped out of his body, each vein meticulously yanked out of his body. Percy suddenly has a great deal of respect for Prometheus *1.

His cloudy green eyes drag themselves to observe the great Olympians in their thrones. Poseidon is missing from his throne, as is Lady Hestia.

A hand touches his face, caressing his cheek as his head is pulled into a possessive hug. Oh, there's Poseidon. Percy can't help but resent the man for it, for he had to wait until his son was dying to ever show affection. Hestia is holding his hand, and begging for Apollo to help Percy.

The god seems solemn, not without grief, however. Hermes refuses to look up, look at the dying boy in front of him. The boy he's considered family. Maybe it's because Percy was the other side of the coin that he and Luke Castellan shared. Whatever the reason is, his gaze is fixated on Luke's failing body with only one a father can have. Better late than never, although if it was earlier, maybe he wouldn't feel his own child, his dearest son, leaving Earth before it was truly his time.

Gods do not feel the same way as mortals, but Percy is dying to know where they have all gained a morsel of humanity.

He wants nothing more than to go home and hug his mother, to talk to her, to revel in her presence for the last time. No parent deserves to bury a child, and Sally has had to go through something similar every time her baby boy goes to be Olympus' dearest Savior.

A dark shadow covers his face, and Percy manages to open his aching eyes once more.

Thanatos stares at him, dark eyes piercing what's left of Percy's departing soul. His mouth opens, and something is muttered in a language he cannot decipher.

The primordial looks at Luke, and touches the boy's forehead gently, almost as if taking pity on the man whose anger slaughtered hundreds.

Elysium awaits him, somehow. Some hero he is, pushing death upon children.

Percy wonders, selfishly, if the same haven awaits him. Or if the affection he's getting from his father is that peace. It's not very peaceful, if he's being completely honest. Someone needs to teach him how to cuddle.

Thanatos walks over and kneels to Percy, knowing that only Hades could see him at this moment. "Something else wants your presence, Περσεύς. Take care, young one."

A kiss is placed on his forehead, and the pain he felt completely disappears. The room begins to fade out, and part of him reaches his arm out once more. To who, he wonders, to where.

Percy opens his eyes, and the sight that awaits him makes him want to bleed out on the floor of the temple again.

"Περσεύς."

He turns his head, not far, as the being in front of him is the expanse all around him, yet of nothing at all. It makes his head hurt, having to focus on the being when it is nowhere and everywhere.

Three heads stared at him, one of a man, one lion, one bull.

"You've been deprived of Elysium."

With those words, a light seems to go off in Percy's brain as he finally grasps the world around him. You were supposed to die, there. You were supposed to pay Thanatos with a drachma, and watch Luke laugh in an attempt to take his drachma back.

"What have you done with me?" Percy speaks, although nothing much comes out. The presence of the… the primordial in front of him is enough to make him mute.

"You hate the gods, do you?" The primordial, Chronos, as Percy remembers from Annabeth's ramblings.

"We have different levels of hate, sir." Percy manages to say, making sure to watch his tongue. Zeus fears the being in front of him. Of course, Zeus was also scared of the idea that a little twelve-year-old boy would try to take him down with his stolen lightning bolt, Percy can't help but snicker at the thought. Maybe using Zeus as the base was not a good idea.

Chronos says nothing, choosing to focus all of his heads away from the boy near him.

"There resides something in you that the Fates want. They exploit all of their greatest heroes for it, but it seems they want something else for you.

Go on, Perseus. They want you to witness the lands of the gods. They wish for your presence to be known over Achilles and his dear Patroclus, even your own namesake."

Percy can't help but cry when another surge of pain rushes through his body. It seemed to replicate waves battering his soul, angry and bitter.

"Do make us proud, Perseus."

With those words, Chronos turns away once more, and all Perseus can taste is salt water as the setting changes.

The sky is burning with Apollo's sun, threatening to cremate whatever it can. It heats the ocean up nicely, for Percy can feel its warmth as the waves throw him around once more, before spitting him out upon the soft sand.

Annabeth's ramblings come to his mind again. Percy believes a boy, a boy once his age, felt that burn of the sun in this ocean, the ocean that kissed this shore.

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