Chapter 1
Greetings readers!
I introduce to you a story that has been newly crafted and in fact, the idea for which was formulated just a around a month ago. But I liked this idea so much, that I simply had to pursue it. It's very different from what I usually write but it is something that I am sure that I will enjoy writing to a great deal! I hope all of you enjoy being a part of this journey as well!
All credit for the characters goes exclusively to Rick Riordan.
A squadron of the fighters of the Resistance had just destroyed a crucial outpost of the Divine Trident, which was the military arm of the entity that Governor-general Perseus Victoris ran and controlled the world with, and they were now fleeing for dear life.
Their leader was Phoebe, a daughter of Ares and someone who had once been a Hunter of Artemis, a group that had been hunted to near extinction after the death of her mistress at the hands of that traitorous witch Aphrodite during the Great Betrayal.
As she zoomed away from the blazing outpost along with the rest of her squad, Phoebe couldn't help but let a few tears fall as she remembered how all her sisters had fallen, one by one, over the past two decades, at the hands of the monster that was Perseus Victoris. True to his name, he truly was the destroyer who had conquered everything.
That heartless monster had been the one who had overthrown the gods. The one who had razed countless mortal cities and butchered millions of people along the way. All so that his genocide of the gods was complete. He had destroyed everyone and everything in his path to ensure that all the gods whose physical forms he had destroyed never managed to come back.
He had done that by wiping out each and every single mention of them in history, by rewriting history itself, to reflect what him and his megalomania wanted. The entire world was but a dystopia now. Lead by a dictator and run by his cruel enforcers - the Immortal Demigods, it was devoid of freedom, devoid of liberty and a dark place where even the slightest offences would result in death. This was what life was now, except for in a few pockets where the Resistance still breathed.
They did their best, the few remaining demigods from two decades ago who had either not been killed or had not turned to the other side now led the Resistance. Jason, Nico, Reyna, Piper, herself, Leo, Calypso, Thalia and Travis were the only ones left of the old guard. There had been so many more but all of them had fallen, one by one.
They had tried their level best to keep the light shining. They managed to strike down posts on other continents and had once even liberated a large swathe of land in Central Asia a few years ago but the light shined only for some time before being snuffed out by the darkness that was Perseus Victoris.
Like a plague, he had personally hunted down all the members of the Resistance in the area, slaughtering anyone and everyone even remotely connected to it. He ran the world with an iron fist. Brutally suppressing rebellion and none could stop him now, with him as strong as an Olympian once was and with the gods all dead and the Underworld, seas and skies all under his control.
However, the Resistance had scored a crucial victory over the Divine Trident today. They had managed to blow apart one of the Immortal Demigods' biggest outposts in Sao Paolo. They had hoped that this would be the first salvo to liberate an entire continent, or at least establish a strong enough foothold in here while Perseus dealt with a minor rebellion in Japan, which had also been staged by them. It seemed like the perfect idea.
As icing on the cake, they had obtained the ultimate weapon that they would add to their arsenal - vials of Perseus' Ichor. This would be key to reverse-engineering and producing an antidote of sorts. One, if injected, could potentially keep a person free from Perseus' monstrous control over others' body fluids.
After all, that was his greatest weapon. His control over hydrokinesis was so potent, he could control the very blood inside his opponents. He could make mere mortals dance to his whims forever but even the strongest, partially immortal demigods with some metaphysical powers such as herself would find themselves at a severe disadvantage in a fight with him.
He could control their blood enough to make his powers seem telepathic and roughhouse them in every way possible. With this, they would finally be able to resist that monster's most draconian power. Of course, they were still hopelessly outmatched against him one on one. But if they managed to isolate him, and if, they courted the help of the last god, they had a very slim chance of success. At least that's what Phoebe desperately hoped.
She was however, brought out of her reverie when their magically modified supercar, which was capable of running on air, was suddenly stopped in its path by an invisible wall of force. All her companions, most of them just mortals, were thrown forward and instantly panic took over. But their fears were completely justified. This was an ambush.
Almost immediately, all of them came out of their disorientation and quickly unsheathed their weapons, most of them using special guns that shot bullets that were a combination of Celestial Bronze and high grade steel. They were ready for an ambush by some Immortal Demigods but then, suddenly they heard someone exhaling heavily and the front screen of their car fogged up while the temperature around them seemed to drop by ten degrees. And that was when panic turned to sheer, unbridled horror.
A second later, the entire car was torn in half, and the two sides were flung into the air. And all of them, at least those who had survived the car being torn in half and violently ejected in different directions, Phoebe included, felt a shiver run down their spine when they saw the lone, tall figure in front of them.
He was tall, standing at an extremely intimidating six feet and eight inches. He was also muscled in a very intimidating way, with veins popping across his rippling muscles, at least in the ones that were visible. He was built very heavily and his arms looked strong enough to snap a flagpole in half. He seemed to have been built purely for strength with no regards to speed or agility but Phoebe knew better. She had seen just how blazingly fast he could be. His eyes were a cold, dark emerald green that held no emotion apart from cold ruthlessness in them.
He wore a full sleeve black dress shirt, with gold cufflinks that were neatly tucked into a pair of light grey pants that were optimized for combat. He wore black combat shoes and his entire attire seemed to shine under the moonlight, as if it was made of satin silk. It looked so soft and fragile but Phoebe knew how durable the fibre it was made of really was, it was more durable than even a pure Celestial Bronze armour while being orders of magnitude lighter. That more than compensated for the lack of speed and agility in his build.
His face carried an air of cruel regality with it. With sharp angular cheekbones, a piercing jawline, a hawkish nose and his mouth pressed to a flat line, giving way to a cold, emotionless expression on his face. Every breath he took was followed by an exhale of icy blue mist and his very presence had a chilling effect on those around him, literally and figuratively.
His shoulder length hair was jet black and was swept back messily with bangs falling over the sides of his face. It also seemed to shine in the same way as the rest of his attire. Phoebe knew that even his hair was made of the same fibre as the rest of his clothes and was more protective than even a hoplite helmet. This was a man who was truly a governor-general. Always in armour, always ready to brutally strike down dissent in a moment's notice. Phoebe knew exactly who this was. It was Perseus Victoris. A man, who had once upon a time been known as Percy Jackson, back when he was still human.
"You have something that belongs to me, rebels." Percy coolly stated. And before the others could even blink, they found bullets of solidified water embedded in their heads and dropped dead a moment later. It was only Phoebe's inhuman reflexes that allowed her to evade the bullets at the last minute.
"Look at what you have become. The Olympians were right. They should have killed you long ago. You were a much, much greater threat than anyone else ever was. Your fatal flaw led to the destruction of the world. You destroyed the world. You heartless bastard. You took the lives of the ones who had fought to keep you alive. You betrayed the hand that fed you. You hunted down every single god there was and drove the world back into the Dark Ages to ensure your genocide remained eternal. You killed all my sisters. You were responsible for the death of my mistress." Phoebe roared in anguish.
"Are you done wailing, huntress? Because you now have two options in front of you. You can either give me back my vial of Ichor and inform me of the Resistance's plans and I will award you a quick, painless death. Or, you can resist and I will impale you with your own spear and leave you here to die, in complete agony. Either way, I will get what I want." Percy coldly stated.
However, Phoebe had already made her choice. She threw away the vial of Ichor into the sky, away from him, in an attempt Percy assumed was meant for someone to jump out and catch it while she held his attention. But that wouldn't work because he was much, much faster than he appeared. His body twisted and his eyes darted as he turned to grab a hold of his Ichor, freezing it mid-air. But it was only then that he realised that Ichor was not his.
"Decoy." Percy realised as he closed his eyes and spread out his senses as far as he could, which was hundreds of square miles.
Within a few fractions of a second, he managed to track down its location to approximately a hundred miles from where he currently was and planned to disappear in a blue mist. But he was forced to shift his attention elsewhere as Phoebe made a valiant last stand and threw her spear, which had electricity cackling through it, at him with all her might, and he was forced to tilt his head to avoid it. And that momentary shift was enough as in a split second, he could not sense the vial of his Ichor anymore. Undoubtedly, it had been whisked away. And it was all because of this pesky huntress.
Phoebe on the other hand, had exactly known what she was doing. This had always been the plan. She recalled the electric spear to her hand, a spear that had once belonged to her sister Clarisse before she had been killed in an ambush similar to this one, five years ago. Phoebe had watched with her own eyes as the monster in front of her had impaled her sister through the gut with his trident, when Clarisse had sacrificed herself to save Phoebe and another dozen demigods Perseus had come to initiate to his despotic cause. And with the same noble intentions, Phoebe prepared to sacrifice herself for a better future for the world.
Phoebe immediately tried to engage the General in a desperate attack while his back was turned towards her, in an attempt to catch him off-guard. She lunged towards him with her spear in her hand, pointed at the base of his neck and in an attempt to puncture through it and kill him. Unfortunately for her, this wasn't the first time someone had tried to get a jump on Percy like that.
With a simple head tilt, he avoided her attack before turning around and calmly twisting his open palm to temporarily control the blood in her arm just enough to completely stop another spear thrust aimed at his torso.
With another wave, he lifted her off her feet by a few centimetres before throwing her back and through a tree. Phoebe groaned in pain as she got to her feet as quickly as possible and charged at Percy once again, furiously assaulting him with a barrage of slashes and thrusts.
However, Percy had precognitive reflexes, as by virtue of effectively reading the trajectory of the blood within her, he effortlessly evaded all her attacks with simple movements that required the least physical effort on his part.
Phoebe gave it her all, relentlessly attacking him but all she did was tire herself out completely in a span of a few minutes, and all the while, Percy hadn't even broken a sweat. And soon, her attacks grew slower and more sluggish. She grew desperate and in an attempt to build more momentum, she started to rapidly spin her spear overhead and tried to charge at him.
Having tired her of all her stamina and sensing that this was his moment, Percy went on a flash offensive, controlling the blood in her hands to completely stop her hands from moving, causing her spear to slow to a halt. And he snatched her spear away from her a fraction of a second later.
She regained control of her hands as soon as that happened but it was too late as Percy flipped the spear with his hand and brutally impaled Phoebe through the heart with her own spear, using all his brutish physical strength to punch a hole through her Celestial Bronze armour. The force behind the thrust was so much that Phoebe was lifted off the ground for a few seconds before Percy harshly yanked out the spear, all the while fatally electrocuting Phoebe.
Phoebe fell to her knees screaming in pain and lifted her head up to find two cold, lifeless and dark emerald green eyes staring down at her emotionlessly. Her life flashed before her eyes as Percy broke the spear in two with his bare hands before lifting her into the air and throwing her through a dozen trees around him with a calm circular motion of his hand.
Once that was done and he had broken every bone in her body, he painfully dragged her through the ground, to prolong her suffering before he finally brought her under him as he gazed at her darkly.
"I will tear down each and every one of those Resistance leaders, just as I have done with you today, huntress. The battle is over. You lost twenty years ago. Now all you are to me is a minor annoyance. But I assure you, I will wipe you all out with so much force that none will ever dare to raise their head against me ever again." Percy chillingly declared before he left a dying Phoebe to suffer and bleed to death. He had some traitors to track and kill.q
Twenty year old Theseus Blofis was tired. He had just had a long day at their farm. He lived in a small village in the Southeast and was a wheat farmer. Living with him was his adoptive father Odysseus Blofis.
Son of Sally Jackson and Paul Blofis, Theseus Blofis was a very impatient yet extremely smart young man. He was tall for his age, around six feet in height and had the perfect swimmer's build. He had jet black hair along with deep, kind grey eyes and a sharp face that made him very attractive.
He also had a knack for coming up with innovative and ingenious ideas which had helped make their family the richest ones in town.
Life under the rule of Perseus Victoris was a mixed one. While life was good and could be luxurious even, the smallest words of defiance or dissent or the even slightest mention of the Old Gods, would result in merciless execution.
Civilization had spread out now, with smaller populations. All thanks to technology that had gotten a lot more advanced, and had vastly improved the quality of life across the world and had increased productivity in all fields, leading to rapid decongestion in cities and a massive increase in health and lifespans. But Theo couldn't help but wonder whether the price had been worth it.
"Theo, don't make that face. You make it every time you are thinking of something rebellious. Thoughts are dangerous and can easily be turned into words. And the General's ears are everywhere. The slightest whiff of dissent and you know what will happen." Odysseus warned as he made his way down the stairs.
Odysseus seemed to be a man in his late fifties. He was fairy tall, standing at around the same height as his nephew and was of a very similar build. His hair and beard were neatly trimmed and maintained in a salt and pepper style and while he looked strong, there were enough lines on his face, along with a receding hairline that showed his age.
He was wearing simple khaki shorts along with a floral pattern T-shirt with flowers that were the same colour as his sombre green eyes that seemed to hold very deep sorrow but also great wisdom in them.
Odysseus had raised Theo on his own and for all practical purposes, was the one Theo thought of as a parent after the death of his birth parents nineteen years ago during the First War, which had been a cataclysmic fight between two dozen old gods and Perseus Victoris, Aphrodite, Apollo along with the first squad of Immortal Demigods.
It had been a monumental battle that had raged on for a week, during which almost the entire city of New York had been completely annihilated. Tens of millions of civilians had died during the battle, including his parents.
Theo was only a year old at that time and obviously had no recollection of that memory but from what his uncle had told him, he had lived only because his mother had had the foresight to call in her brother-in-law and leave her son with him just a day before the fighting started.
How his mother had known that there would be a fight and how his uncle had managed to escape the cataclysm was something that was too touchy for his uncle to speak about. And Theo had never prodded the man too much. Perhaps there was a reason why his uncle had hidden these things.
"You work way too hard, Theo. The crop has been good this season. We will have a good harvest. You can relax a little." Odysseus stated with his eyes twinkling with concern.
"I know, I just want to ensure that we have our best harvest. That way, we will finally be able to buy that Beachfront in Athens that you have always wanted." Theo stated with a big smile causing Odysseus to chuckle.
"You're too good for this world, Theo." Odysseus stated with a smile, although his eyes became a little misty.
"Alright old man, don't get all emotional and sappy on me. I'm starving. I hope you made something nice to eat." Theo stated with a boyish grin.
"I've cooked your favourite pasta. Now come on. Go take a quick shower and change your clothes. You stink. I'll set the table until then." Odysseus gently shooed him away.
About quarter of an hour later, Theo came out dressed in a simple white polo and some trackpants. He was about to make his way to the kitchen when he heard the doorbell ring.
"I'll get it." Theo shouted to his uncle before opening the door. And he was greeted by a completely unfamiliar face – a raven haired woman.
"Theo, who is it?" Odysseus asked as he emerged from the kitchen but froze as he saw who was at the door.
"Lord Poseidon." The woman softly and respectfully stated. And at that exact moment, Theo's entire world was turned upside down.
Hey guys! So this is how it starts. I know that given how I have started, you would hate Percy right off the bat. It's only natural since he is the central antagonist. But there's a reason I have called this story The Tragedy Of Percy Jackson.
It's a way of me exploring the fallen angel trope. But instead with a completely flipped axis where the angel has not just fallen but has turned the entire world on its heel doing so. I know you guys have a lot of questions but this is just the beginning and an explanation of how we got here is going to be given!
I'm also going to be following a different form of narration for this story with a huge amount of flashbacks to narrate the past. It's a different style of storytelling that I am trying to explore.
Read and review, I hope that all of enjoyed reading this chapter! Have a fantastic day!
