The Beast and the Demon Hero
Thanks guys for all your good wishes! My birthday was a blast, and the party is this weekend, so the fun ain't over yet!
This is my thank you gift to y'all, but it will be the last chapter for a while, as it is time for the other two to receive their time in the spotlight.
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO or AC
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Lucy casually sidled up to Zoё, who was cleaning her knives. "Hey, Zoё, watch this."
The four thousand year old witch snapped her fingers, and the knives gained imaged to them of a certain afternoon regarding Ares' shield. Other Hunters, having seen the brief interaction, all gathered to see what was going on. The images in the knives became superimposed, and holographic.
At the end of the show, Zoё was literally ripping trees out of the ground, and throwing them a good, solid hundred feet, screaming about how she was going to kill the war god. Lucy found this to be a right humorous spectacle, and grinned jovially from the shadows of a tree that had yet to be uprooted.
Cheyenne had been a good, bloody girl, in Lucy's opinion; not on the level of Asteria, or Shin'en's Sachiko, but good and bloody nonetheless. And when Lucy said bloody, she wasn't talking about the English curse word, she was talking about blood, actual blood. Cheyenne had been a marvelous killer, a crack shot with her guns, skilled with the knives on her wrists, and an expert at disarming one of their own sword and then using it against them.
Honestly, if Zoё hadn't been the one tapping Cheyenne's cute little ass, Lucy would've aged herself up and got to work on it herself.
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When Percy woke up, he wanted to go back to sleep. He felt sick, he felt hot, he felt like mush, he felt miserable, he felt like he was freezing, he felt like he had a fever, he felt like his brain was liquid, and his skin felt like constriction paper.
"Oh, Percy…"
The words barely reached him, and they were muffled and muddled, like he was underwater, and the person speaking was doing so from above. The groggy demigod felt someone tap his cheek, and each blow might as well have been a punch from a cold brick. His skin was left feeling on fire, and seemingly melting.
"Well, this is counterproductive. Let's wake you up, shall we?"
And then suddenly, every ailment Percy felt vanished, and he became hyperaware. He was tied to a chair, his feet and arms bound by something he couldn't break, even with all his strength. His ears felt heavy, and shaking his head gave the sensory input that lead to the conclusion that he was wearing earrings. Expensive ones. It also felt like he was wearing a dress, and looking down revealed that he was indeed, wearing a dress, a turquoise one that looked like royalty would be hard-pressed to afford, and his hair...those were extensions.
His face also felt different. Based on everything else, Percy concluded that he was wearing makeup. Further, considering that his nether regions felt constricted in a way similar to how Vergil's had been when the only underwear available for men was a leather thong...Percy didn't want to dwell further on that subject.
He was in an ornate room, a big one, one complete with a chandelier made of crystal, a grand piano, a complicated desk of a design that would've had Annabeth fawning all over it, a floor that was designed in a way that Percy remembered seeing in the likes of the Vatican, the Panthéon, the Castello, and other grand institutions of Rome. In fact, this entire penthouse-sized office-looking space was designed just like something out of Rome. There even statues, statues of-
Percy's eyes narrowed. He recognized that face, those busts. Those were likenesses of Nero. Those were the likenesses of the man that had taken his mother.
Then Percy focused on the one that had woken him up. "Lucifer."
The Devil smiled warmly. "Correct. I trust you want to know what's going on here."
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"I'll take your silence as a yes. I trust you know of Job, and his test of faith at my hands via ailments of an increasingly severe nature."
"And you're going to do the same to me."
"Well, not directly. That job falls to the Beast, or at least, the fat fool who deigns to call himself that."
"How is Nero still alive? He should've been dead centuries ago."
Satan just grinned at the boy.
"He made a deal with you."
"More like I made a deal with him. He gets immortality, and I get a useful tool to use in my crusade of turning everyone on this rock away from our Father. Fun times, but I digress.
"Our Father has given me permission to put you through the Test of Job, in which He will allow me to allow Nero to do things to you. What things are, I'm sure you can guess. Have you ever heard of Sporus?"
Of course Percy had heard the story of Sporus. He had been personally tutored by the Goddess of Rome. Sporus had been a slave boy, one with feminine looks, that had looked like one of Nero's many wives. After Nero had kicked this particular wife to death and he saw Sporus, he had the young man castrated, married him and took him as his wife, and had Sporus treated as the empress, with him as the emperor. Considering his situation and what Lucifer was hinting at, Percy paled.
The Devil chuckled. "I've been given permission to put many men and women through the Test of Job, and only Job himself has proven resilient enough to succeed. Most people can't get past the first affliction, though I do have high hopes for you, little brother."
Satan chuckled again. "Oh, Ares is going to be so jealous of Nero...do keep in mind that the fat fool has your mother held hostage, so I suggest being very receiving to what's about to happen to you. And remember: I'm going to do everything I'm allowed to make you curse our Father. Should you hold out, the rewards will be...great."
The Morning Star walked to the window, and stared out over the cityscape of wherever this was, musing.
"Admittedly, this story could have passed with a T-rating. Blood wasn't too heavy, language has been mild, although I do suppose the religious elements and the deep conversations over philosophy and our Father have been mature, so I suppose that contributes to the M-rating, but this chapter…" Percy had no idea what the Adversary was talking about, but he could feel the evil smile from where he sat bound.
"This chapter is going to shatter the rating system." Satan chuckled for the final time in this meeting. "Warning: the rest of this chapter is rated MA for nonconsenting sexual content, crimes against humanity, disturbing images, drug usage, pedophilia, and intense blood and gore...continue at your own risk. Consider it something of a preview for the Blood War arc in Backup Plan."
Satan turned around, his eyes on fire. "Now, as you were."
Then Percy was struck by every affliction he had when he was first awoken.
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Nero had been in the neighborhood for another Sporus. His Sporuses always had to be boys, because girl Sporuses were just nasty, with their bacteria-filled vaginas, bleeding all over the place, and just the look of them, with that flabby skin hanging all over the place...reminded Nero of a sloppily made Arby's sandwich.
No, no. The Beast much preferred the high-and-tight anus of a boy. Easier to manage, too.
Anyway, the god-emperor had been in the market for another Sporus, and he had been combing through the rosters of Camp Jupiter, Camp Half-Blood, Hotel Valhalla, and the other divine institutions about the world (Sporus could never be a mortal, because mortals exploded after a single load of Nero's divine spunk), when he happened across a news report, and he struck motherfucking gold.
Son of Poseidon, a perky little cutie, and on top of all that, a devout. Christian.
Nero giggled madly to himself every time he thought of the catch he had landed. A child of the Big Three was something to be proud of having, because those children were always beautiful, always powerful, and always nice and tight. Nero loved those kinds of boys the best, Greek ones born of the loins of Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades, and he had had a Sporus or two from one of those fool gods in the past (ones from Poseidon were the best, because a bucket of water had them revitalized and up for infinite sex), but never before had Nero had a Sporus from the Big Three that was Christian.
Nero loved the Christians. He loved the smell they made as they were burned alive; he loved the way they sounded when they burned; he loved how the cried and screamed for their god to save them, only for nothing to happen; he loved getting their panties in a twist over the tiniest things; and he loved turning the world against the religious idiots.
Seriously, it had been a pet project of his for several decades now to turn the people of America against the church, and he had made great progress. He had people in government pushing both anti-religious and religious-restricting laws, and he had been the one to start the entire LGBT movement, funding them with his own money, because nothing got under the modern church's skin better than the gays.
Nero didn't like to brag, but he had been the one behind Roe vs Wade, and he had plans made for transgender bathrooms, transgender rights movements, legalizing gay marriage, and so much more. Just so he could fuck with the church. It was amusing to him.
Little Perseus being Christian was unprecedented, and Nero was going to take his time enjoying this one. It was no doubt going to be bad enough for the new Sporus, adjusting to her new life as his darling little wife, but like all before her, she would adapt. It was simply going to be so much more fun as she desperately clung to that little faith of hers, and that vain hope that her impotent god would deliver her.
Now, Nero's new Sporus needed a new name, as Sporus was simply a designation, and the first Sporus had been renamed Spora, because Nero was not going to marry a wife with a man's name. Hmm, let's see...feminine names that started with P, and had something of a relation to the name Percy, or Perseus…
Persephone was overused.
Penelope was decent, but every time Nero thought of the word Penelope, he thought of Christina Ricci with the pig's nose in the movie Penelope.
Penny sounded ridiculous.
Petunia was the name of a bitch from Harry Potter.
Patricia sounded like the name a fat person would have.
Persia sounded really good to Nero, but for a reason he couldn't explain, the name sounded used.
The Beast pondered and pondered, running through every name he could recall in his extensive memory, before he got snagged on one, one that made him grin in excitement and contentedness.
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Nero approached his office, all smiles and charms. Standing in front of his door was a young woman, a daughter of Aphrodite he had picked up from the street three years ago for the sole purpose of preparing his next Sporus. The girl was a quiet thing, shy, timid, but that came with growing up abandoned on the streets, using her natural charm and her little body to get money and food.
Her name was Valentina Diaz.
When she saw her Lord approaching, she straightened, pointed her eyes towards the ground, clasped her hands in front of her, and failed to steady her heart rate. It was adorable to Nero how the fifteen-year-old daughter of Aphrodite would get flustered and nervous in his presence. Granted, the threat of the Beast's unleashing at any instance was good motivation to always perform above and beyond.
Nero smiled warmly and spread his arms. "Tina~," he drew out like a father greeting his daughter after a long time. He hugged her, and she hesitantly hugged him back, a nervous smile on her pretty face. "And how is our newest member of the family doing?"
"H-He's doing well, my-"
"She," Nero corrected softly yet firmly, "she is doing well. If we are to remake our newest family member, and bring her into her proper state, we're going to have make her rethink everything about herself, and the first step to doing that is to make her think of herself as female, and the first step to doing that is to use female pronouns. Do you understand, my child?"
"Y-Yes, my Lord."
"Excellent, child, excellent. Be sure to remember that, or the Beast might get just a little," Nero set his face into a pensive expression, making himself look fearful of the possibilities as well, "too active to be controlled…"
Valentina stiffened and whimpered.
"But that won't ever happen if we do a good job, yes?"
"Y-Yes…"
"Good. Now, go attend to your other duties. I believe Meg is due to awake from her nap soon."
"Yes, my Lord."
Valentina Diaz scampered down the hallway, and Nero watched her go. "She's a good kid." Then he clapped his hands together and rubbed them vigorously, a sadistic, perverted smile on his face. "Now, let us get to work on training my new Sporus."
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Percy only distantly heard the opening and closing of the door; his senses were far too preoccupied with the feelings of fever and sickness. However, when someone tilted his chin up and he saw the fat man with the reddish hair, he became well again. He snarled.
"Nero."
"Ah, so you know of me. Well, I am impressed. Do you know why you're here, Priscilla?"
Percy ignored that last word. "You want to rape and brainwash me into being your wife, like you did to Sporus."
He could tell this threw the former emperor for a loop, because his fat features lost their composure and became the countenance of shock, but it was quickly covered up. "Not at all, Priscilla. However, your response means I can correct your erroneous conceptions."
"Oh, this should be good."
Nero smiled. "Sporus was a boy left to die on the streets after being used to the contentment of the Praetorian Guard, Guards that I had swiftly executed-"
"Burned alive."
Nero nodded like this was truly a travesty. "Yes, their transgressions awoke the Beast, and, well, they paid the price."
"Of course they did. You were at Sporus was raped."
"Yes, and I found him on one of my walks, slowly bleeding to death. Being the good emperor that I am, I rescued him, nursing him back to health-"
"With the odd blowjob here and there, right?"
Nero frowned deeply, displeased with this blatant disrespect. "I advise caution, Priscilla." He placed a hand to his temple, like he was fighting off a migraine, "The Beast is...getting difficult to control."
"Then pull yourself together, you fat tub of lard."
That did it.
The Beast roared, his skin chili-red, his eyes expelling smoke, his fingernails transforming into black claws, and his teeth turning into needle-like razors. The Beast throttled Perseus, ruining his makeup, then, with another roar, he threw the child, still bound in the chair, across the room, and into a statue. The chair and the bindings held.
Percy glared at the approaching demon, even as blood dripped down from somewhere on his skull and into his face.
"Nero wishes to treat you like an empress, with love and respect, like a wife. I just want to use you as you're meant to be used: a hole which I can use to satisfy myself with. However, this is also an opportunity for teaching. Today's lesson: how to deflower a virgin."
The Beast waved his hand, and Percy's clothes were torn to shreds, the chair disappeared, he jerked into a standing position, and then he was bent over, his hands involuntarily gripping the statue in front of him. The demigod felt the heavy thumps of the approaching demon, and he closed his eyes. His whole body tensed when a pair of much larger hands clasped over his own, a great weight settled on his back, something pressed against him, and he felt hot breath next to his ear.
"Go ahead and pray to your impotent god. He will do nothing to save you, for you are in my territory now." The Beast exhaled slowly. "Try to loosen up. I'd prefer not to get stuck."
And then the screaming began.
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The Beast let Percy collapse to the ground, a rush of blood spilling from him.
"Now that was satisfying. I look forward to the next time."
The red-skinned abomination shuddered and changed, turning back into Nero. The fat bastard sniffled and choked on a sob. "I-I didn't want it to come to this, Priscilla, but you...b-but your insistence on jabs and jeers…"
Nero took a deep breath. "The Beast is a fickle creature, easily offended, and quick to anger, and when he is angered...it is so hard to keep him reined in. I fear that with each passing day, my control of him slips further and further from my grasp. Please, my wife, do not bring his wrath upon you again like that. I'm sorry, but I must go now, there are other matters that need my attention."
Before the god-emperor could exit his spacious office, he heard the sound of slow moving, and turned his head to look over his shoulder. Priscilla had hauled herself up to sit and lean against the base of the statue, a pool of blood around her that was steadily becoming bigger.
"If that's the best you can do, lard-ass...passing the Test is going to be easier...than I imagined...my mom used to spank me harder than that…"
"...indeed," Nero said quietly. Then he composed himself and exited his office. Outside, Valentina was waiting for him, looking positively frightened. Nero put on his 'devastated' face in a flash.
"My Lord...did she...the Beast...I heard…"
Tears fell from the emperor's eyes. "I tried so hard to keep him under control, but Priscilla she...she's fighting her new life, her better life, and she angered the Beast, and brought down his wrath. I tried-" Nero choked- "I tried so hard...but her tongue...his anger…"
Valentina rushed to comfort her grieving lord, embracing his round body as much as she could. "Oh, my Lord. Don't feel too bad. Priscilla is young, and not yet mature enough to handle her wifely duties. Give her time, and she'll be better. I promise."
"You can promise that?" Nero asked, amazed.
The daughter of Aphrodite beamed, eager to please. "Yes. I have compiled several hypnotic sessions for Priscilla. By the end of the week, she'll be more than ready for her marriage. She'll be looking forward to it."
"Truly? That's wonderful! And the day that she truly accepts the better life I offer her, will be the most wondrous day ever!"
Valentina giggled, amused with her Lord's childlike excitement. "Yep! Now you run along and take care of your other things, and I'll take care of Priscilla."
"Valentina," Nero said, honey slathering his words, "you are truly an amazing gift."
She blushed at the praise. When her Lord left, she entered his office, fully intent on taking care of Priscilla any way she could, and nearly gagged on the strong scent of blood. She quickly found the source, and she rushed there.
"You poor thing," she gasped. She gently stroked the unconscious boy's-no, unconscious girl's makeup-ruined cheek. "This is why we do everything we can to not bring any anger or stress to Lord Nero. The threat of the Beast is too great. If you could only see how good Lord Nero is to us, and how much he sacrifices for us, you'd come to love him so much it'll hurt."
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Valentina frowned when a few stray water droplets from above splashed down on Priscilla's raven locks. She looked up, and frowned deeper. The statue that the girl had been leaning against, was a marble carving of a life-size crucifixion of staggering detail. A dart board had been hung around the statue's neck, no doubt for Lord Nero's pleasure. There seemed to be a leak in the ceiling, because water was dripping down from the statue's eyes.
Like tears.
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Valentine cleaned Percy up the best she could, eventually resorting to a quick splash of water to heal the damage done to him. She redressed him, reapplied his makeup, styled his extension-laden hair, and bound him to a new chair. Then she put the earphones on him, and started playing the hypnosis tapes, all while he was unconscious.
Considering what her Lord had in mind, and what she had been instructed to do when her Lord found a new Sporus, Valentina quickly set up multiple IVs, one to pump in the appropriate amount of nutrients, and one to pump in an excessive amount of a certain hormone: estrogen. Lots of it, and not just regular mortal estrogen, but demigoddess estrogen. A bit stronger and much more potent than its total mortal counterpart.
Whenever Percy was awake, the only thing he saw, as there were cups around his eyes similar to the ones used by horses when they raced that limited his field of vision, and a device around his head that kept him from moving it, was a TV playing nothing but hypnotic videos that not only wanted him to love and worship Nero like a god, but to be his lovely little wife as well.
If Percy's stomach hadn't been so regularly empty, he would've thrown up. He did dry heave a lot, though. He also wasn't as brain dead as his captors would have liked, even when he did feel like he had Strep Throat, the Flu, ear infections, a fever, extreme allergies, asthma, and pneumonia all at the same time. Because of that, he was aware that he couldn't control any water, for something very powerful was blocking his godly abilities. Most likely a spell of Nero.
Thinking of spells got Percy thinking of Lou Ellen, the rest of the Greeks, and his appointment with the Modern Brotherhood. It really annoyed him that he had missed his designated meeting time, and there were people waiting on him. He hated it when he made people wait on him.
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Yes, ladies and gentlemen, even in the wake of sexual abuse, forced hormones, twisted hypnosis, and not having access to his powers on top of being bound to a chair while wearing a dress, Percy Jackson the Master Assassin...was worried about being late for a meeting.
In his groggy, stricken state, he vaguely heard the door open, especially against the assault of a bunch of layered and overlapping women's voices telling him to love Nero, be Nero's, and to suck on Nero's big, juicy dick, all at the same time. It was disorienting and annoying. Then the voices and images disappeared, as did the blinkers around his eyes, and the vice holding his head in place. He would've taken it all back in exchange for not seeing this thing again.
"Greetings, Fat Bastard. Come for my ass again?"
If there was one definite change in Percy's mental faculties, it was that the barrier of Not Cursing had been shattered.
Nero sighed despondently, his smile dropping. "Now that wasn't very nice, Priscilla, especially after I come to make sure you are comfortable. You are my fiancé after all, and far be it for to make sure my future wife is not receiving the best care in the world."
"Oh, blow it out your dhni shythul, lard-ass."
Nero frowned, his eyes losing that false light of cordiality. "You know, I've about had it with that mouth of yours, Priscilla. Young ladies shouldn't speak like that. I think it's time I did something about your facial orifice."
The god emperor undressed his lower half, undoing the buckle on his belt, the button of his trousers, and then the unzipping of his zipper might as well have been a cannon blast. He lowered his underwear, a jockstrap, and pulled his member free. He promptly stroked it into full mast.
"Don't think I don't know about what Lucifer is doing here. The Test of Job and all that. I know that the Beast took your anal virginity...and I'm going take your oral. Open up. Now."
Percy kept his mouth shut and his head down, glaring at Nero from under the curtain of his extended bangs.
The god-emperor turned purple in fury, and he throttled Percy, wringing his neck like a rag.
"You little SHIT! Have you forgotten that I have your mother held captive!? I can KILL HER! I won't even have to press a button or make a call, I can kill her with a FUCKING THOUGHT! And don't think I'll stop with her, either. I'll wipe out that camp! I'll erase the Assassins and the Templars! I'll go after every Christian on this planet, and have them fucking BURNED alive! I'll even go after your little FRIENDS!
"If you think Lou Ellen's William's situation bad, I'll have her fucking ARMS AND LEGS cut off, and have her tongue CUT OUT! That way she can't wipe her own ass or even get to the bathroom by herself, nor use any magic to do it for her! She'll be completely dependent on her diapers, and on someone to make sure she doesn't get a fucking RASH!
"And don't think I'll ignore the others, Annabeth, Grover, Charles, and that dog, Kira. I'll make Annabeth so retarded, she'll think everyone shits chocolate, and she'll go out of her way to EAT IT! And the enchilada-loving satyr...I'll feed him so many enchiladas his stomach will explode, and then I'll create the biggest landfill on this planet, and dump his corpse in there, to ROT WITH THE GARBAGE! Then I'll the son of Hephaestus cut open, and have all his limbs and vital organs replaced with machinery, making him my personal cyborg SLAVE! Finally, that puppy...I'll have it beaten to death, then I'll revive it, and turn it back into its gangbanging black self, and have him RAPE Annabeth and Lou till their assholes are puking BLOOD! DON'T! TEST! ME!"
Percy's face was coated in spittle. Nero's red face and getting-red body suddenly returned to their tan color, and he took a breath to calm himself.
"So please, sweetheart...open up for your husband before he gets mad with you again."
With his eyes closed and his mouth set in a thin line, Percy slowly opened his jaws.
"Good girl, and don't even think about biting," With that, Nero eased himself inside, and moaned at the warmth. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle for your first time-you won't even have to do anything. I'll do the work for you, tonight, but eventually, I will expect you to not only be able to do this yourself, but ask for it."
Nero got to work, and Percy kept his jaws as wide as possible, wide to the point where it hurt, and even then, he was still being stretched. The bastard had a large girth.
"You're lucky I was able to keep the Beast in check, otherwise this would be much more painful, and much rougher."
Nero kept thrusting away. "Hm, I can see you're having trouble staying open. We'll fix that eventually."
The god-emperor continued his violation, and he smirked after a while. "I just realized that you're doing your good Christian duty, making sacrifices for the betterment of others."
Then he grunted repeatedly, like an animal, and he came, and he pinched Percy's nose shut. "Swallow, or I'll do everything to your friend's that I said I would, and I'll make you lick up what you spill."
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It would be hours later, when Nero returned, depriving Percy of sleep.
"Part of a good marriage is having deep conversations with meaning to them, and since you're a Christian and I simply hate Christians, I think this a great opportunity to have our first debate. I'll start." Nero cleared his throat.
"This god you believe in is a fake. Look at the world today. Children starving in Africa, poverty, sickness, war, disease, and he just lets it all happen. The Bible says he's this all-loving, all-powerful, benevolent being, and yet he sits on his ass, watching as the world goes to shit. I think that means he's either malignant, or he's simply the figment of imagination that he is."
Nero smiled. "Your turn."
Percy remained silent, head bowed, upper face hidden by his hair.
Nero frowned. "Priscilla, if you don't play along, I'm going to bring your mother in here, let her see what you have become, and then I'll kill her right in front of you."
A faint smirk, and the voice that came out of the mouth that spoke was...higher, than what it should have been. An effect of the excess amounts of estrogen.
"Oh, Nero. Your arguments are pointless here. Nothing you ever say, and nothing you ever do is going to make me waver. There is no argument that you've thought up in the past two thousand years that I haven't already found a counter for. All you do is preach to the choir when talking to me. Honestly, it's like listening to a broken record machine: Oh, God's not real because bad stuff happens. Oh, God's not real because space. Oh, God's not real because I'm doing fine without going to church. Oh, God's not real because science, logic. I've heard it been said for over eighty years, and I'll hear for another thousand.
"That's the nature of the world. There will always be religious people, and there will always be nonreligious people. There will always be a battle between them, a battle over who is right and who is wrong. The battles will be fought with words, and when frustrations reach their peak, the battles will be fought with sticks and stones. Although, considering the tribulations the ancient Christians faced, being burned alive and fed to animals for entertainment, I think some hateful words from the Internet, and some celebrities with opinions is very manageable.
"However, I must apologize, dear husband, for I have not yet actually deigned to counter your opening statement. I now step off my soapbox and return to reality. Ahem."
Percy's eyes bore deep into Nero's.
"God works every day to fix those problems, but he doesn't simply snap his fingers and fix them all instantly because that's not how he works. We call him Father in our prayers because he is our parent, and a parent is not supposed to solve all of their children's problems with haste. A parent watches silently and helps along the way, being the guiding hand of nurturing and firmness, letting their child stumble and fall, making mistakes, and then letting them learn how pick themselves up and clean up the mess. If a parent was constantly solving their child's problems themselves, the child would never learn and never grow, and would be dependent on their parent always. That is the reality of those on this earth.
"And then there are people like you, people who have slapped away the hand of your Father, and are content with the mess they've found themself in, content with trying to solve it themself, and succeeding in only making things worse. You asked why God, with all his infinite power doesn't fix everything? That's because he is doing it how a Father does it, and you are rejecting him, actively working against him. So, husband, what does it feel like to be root cause of every problem the people of God's creation face on a daily basis?"
Nero was frowning, deeply, so deep, in fact, that his eyes were hidden by the shadows cast by the sockets of his skull. Then he exhaled, and rose to his feet, and he spoke lowly.
"Quite the speech. Given time, I would make a counter argument, but I'm afraid that my patience has run out tonight. Your talking vexes me; those will be the last words you will speak until I say otherwise."
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He was back on the hormones, back on the hypnosis, and back on the feelings of sickness, only the ailments felt much worse. He couldn't focus, he couldn't think, he was so hot that blood was slowly dripping from his nose, and sweat was pouring down his face, ruining his makeup no doubt, not that he cared nor was wholly aware. The dress felt like sandpaper against his skin, and his skin felt like it was on fire. He was trembling and shaking in the chair, his legs aching from disuse. They had broken his jaw, and after making it a certain width, they had fit in a ball gag roughly the size of an apple to stretch his mouth out, so that he could accommodate his husband's full girth.
How long had it been? Hours? Days? Decades? Months? Centuries? Years? He couldn't tell. Had there been a wedding? Was there drinking and partying? Had there been sex? He couldn't tell, he couldn't remember, he wasn't feeling anything but pain and agony.
What was his name again? Perseus, or was Priscilla? Or was it Faris, or was it Vergil? Or Ezio? Or Claudia? Or was Giovanni, or Christina, or Maria? Who were those people anyway? What were they to him? Was he even a he? Or was he a she?
What did those two words even mean, anyway?
However, in all these questions, there was one that he had an answer to. What was the Lord's Prayer, and the answer was thus:
Our Father who art in Heaven
Hallowed be thy name
By Kingdom come, thy Will be done
On Earth, as it is in Heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread
And Forgive us for our Trespasses
As we Forgive those who Trespass against us
Lead us not into Temptation
But Deliver us from Evil
For Thine is the Kingdom, the Power
And the Glory, Forever and Ever
Amen.
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Sally didn't know what was going on, but she did know that Gabe was dead, her home had been destroyed, she had been kidnapped (again), this time by a fat man in a purple suit with a chinstrap beard. Then she had been locked in a what amounted to a three-star hotel room, brought food at certain increments, was allowed to watch TV, play games, and have any reading material of her choice brought to her, but she wasn't allowed to leave, or have company.
That was all well and fine, except for one glaring issue:
WHERE WAS HER BABY!?
Sally knew she had been taken to the Underworld, she knew her son had been sent on a quest, and she knew he had succeeded in said quest, and while she had an idea as to why she appeared in her apartment without preamble, she had done so when her son wasn't home, and based on the amount of scratches Sally had put in the wall, it had been almost three months since her arrival here, and there hadn't been hide nor hair of her little boy, and as any self-respecting mother could attest, that phenomenon was a massive NEGATIVE GHOSTRIDER.
However, that would change today.
Sally's door opened, and it was the fat man himself. "I must apologize, madam, for I never introduced myself. I am Emperor Nero, and I will be marrying your daughter today."
The mother had no idea what any of that meant, but she got the gist of it, and lunged. She was frozen mid-step, but she retained her ability to speak, and so she roared. "What have you done to my son!?"
Nero smiled like having a conversation with an old friend. "Merely helped her realize that she was a girl living in a boy's body, and brought out her true self. In gratitude, she wanted to become my wife, and she wanted you to be there for the ceremony today. She's very excited. Come, come, I'll take you to her."
Sally held her tongue through the journey, but she was killing Nero in increasingly inventive ways in her head.
They soon came across a pair of large doors, and when opened, bright, yet soft lights came on, and Sally saw someone sitting in a chair, their back turned away towards the entrance, meaning they were facing the large slew of windows. The long, beautiful black hair and the tanned skin reminded Sally of her son, but the length of it, and the dress they were wearing.
"Go on," Nero encouraged, "say hi to your daughter."
Sally felt movement return to her, and she sprinted around to the front of the child sitting in the chair. Her hands flew to her mouth, muffling her screams. It was her son, there was no doubt about that, but he was wrong. His eyes were wide and blank, his face was dolled up, his hair was just as long as Sally's own, amethyst earrings dangled from his earlobes, and his body...he was emaciated, almost anorexic, and he looked heavily atrophied, but none of that compared to his upper chest, and the set of breasts that adorned them.
Sally slowly turned a horrified gaze to Nero. "What...what did you...what have you done to him…?"
"Like I said," the emperor said happily. "I helped her come into her proper body."
Sally looked back at her blank-eyed child, then back to Nero...then back to her son...back to Nero...her son...Nero...Sally screamed and rushed. Nero smirked and intercepted by her neck, and hoisted her off the ground. She kicked and she clawed, but her attacks were not very effective.
"Oh, Priscilla~," Nero sang; she whipped her head around and looked at the fat man. "Watch this."
The god-emperor squeezed, a loud crack was heard, and Sally went rigid...before falling limp. Nero dropped her to the floor, and her head rolled limply, connected to her body only through skin and muscle. Her tear-filled eyes locked with the wrong face of her son, who was still looking at Nero. Nero pointed down at Sally, and her son's blank gaze slowly moved down to meet her fading.
She could feel the blood pooling in her neck, obstructing the airflow, choking her. She croaked, tears falling from her eyes, "I love you, Percy."
Her death was slow and filled with primal panic as she choked on her own blood, staring into the blank eyes of her child in the vain hope that he would respond and say 'I love you too.' It never happened. As she died, Sally despaired over what had happened to her son, and she knew terrible fury for Nero.
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He stared blankly at the dead woman on the ground, her eyes lifeless and void of anything. What she had said, what she had done...why? Why had she done that, why had she said that? What did she say, anyway?
'I love you, Percy.'
Percy...that name was familiar.
Percy…
Percy…
Percy…
...PERCY
His pupils, large and unseeing, dilated to the size of pinpricks and became focused.
"NERO! You BASTARD! NERO! NERO!"
The god-emperor laughed. "Ah, you're awake. I was worried that you had been lost completely, and broken beyond repair."
Percy snarled viciously. "I'm going to murder you."
"Oh, come now, Priscilla. You of all people should know that this is all God's fault. He's telling Satan what he can and can't do, and in turn, he's telling me what I can and can't do. So, in essence, I'm told to do all this by your God."
Nero smiled.
"Can't you see he's forsaken you? Can't you see that you're in my hands, now and forever? Can't you see it's by his hand that all these things have happened to you?"
Percy glared furiously. "Not his hand; yours. After this is over, I'm going to come for you, and end you."
Nero was frowning again. "Calm yourself, Priscilla. Our wedding is soon, and I would hate for the Beast to-"
"SHUT UP! Shut. Up. With your Beast bullshit! It's you! It's always been you, and it will always be you! You've just deluded yourself into thinking there's a difference, meaning you're so incredibly stupid, that you managed to split your own psyche in half." Percy grinned deviously.
"Then again, any god who has the power to alter his form at will but chooses to look like a tub of lard is obviously a few chromosomes short of being a functional organism. What happened? Inhale too many fumes from your burning victims, or did your brain get knocked loose when Satan thrusted into your saggy butt?"
The Beast roared, and threw Percy clean across the room yet again. The he picked up Sally's corpse and ripped it in half, spraying blood all over the floor. Like a child throwing a tantrum, the Beast whipped Sally's halves about, slamming them down about the entire room, before he slung them around in opposite directions. The upper half smacked against the wall, and then fell next to Percy's face.
The Beast stormed out of his office. Valentina was there, trembling and scared.
"M-My L-Lord-!"
"Triple it! All of it! The hypnosis, the drugs, the hormones! I want her broken and begging for my dick by the end of tomorrow!"
"But, the levels she's already on...anymore could have lethal effe-"
SHLCH
"NEXT!"
Another servant scurried from somewhere.
"You heard what I want done, slave. So do it, and clean this filth up! It's staining my floor."
The Beast stormed down the hallway, his rage palpable. In all this, the slaves of Nero could only find fault in Priscilla, for it was she who had angered the Beast, and their Lord had tried valiantly to keep the Beast chained, only to fail for the rage of the Beast towards what Priscilla had said and done had been too great.
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"What game do you think you're playing at? You know very well that Percy would never be tempted by you."
"Of course I know that. However, it's never been about breaking him or making him. It's been about...changing him."
"Lucifer," the robed man said warningly.
"Oh, come now. You've found favor in him, just as I've found favor as well. He has your blessing, and I intend to give him mine."
"What are you planning?"
"Uh-oh. Is that omniscience failing you?"
"You're blocking me."
"Well, yes. Us higher level divinities do have the power to screw with each other."
"What are you planning?" he asked again.
Satan smiled. "Let me answer in that indirect way you're so fond of. This is a DelayedInspiration fanfiction. In these things, you can expect three constants: the first, is some form of gender dysphoria, typically coming in the form of crossdressing, or gender bending; the second, in some form or fashion, is diapers, either through a punishment, medical affliction, or because someone likes to wear them because reasons. The first two have been covered, with Lou Ellen Williams turning Percy into a girl, and Lou Ellen being subject to eternal bed-pissing. And that leaves the third constant."
"Which is?"
"OP badassery."
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The Devil had to admit: Priscilla looked absolutely stunning in this wedding dress. Alas, the fun and games were over. With a blink of his eyes, the handmaidens tending to the heavily drugged and mentally modified demigod burst into ash.
"Priscilla~," he sang.
She slowly turned around, her entire body shaking and jittering as if standing in the cold. Her pupils were wide, and her eyes seemed to vibrate in their sockets. The bouquet in her hands trembled from her inability to hold still. Now, one might be thinking all this was from fear that stemmed from watching people spontaneously combust, but no. Priscilla's rapid, jittery movement was a symptom of far too many drugs in her system, and her body trying to fight them out.
"While watching you run circles around Nero with your words has been one of the greatest forms of entertainment I've had since the Holocaust, it is now time to conduct business. Come closer to me, child."
With unsteady steps, the now-thirteen-year-old, heavily drugged son of Poseidon, dazedly walked to Satan, not knowing a thing about what was going on. Nero had done an effective job in emptying out her head, and filling it back up with nothing but the utmost obedience.
Satan gently put his hands on the bride's shoulders, and looked down into her unfocused eyes. "You have done well in these trials. Your anal and oral virginity was taken, your dignity, your identity, and your body taken, your mother taken, and your freedom was taken. You were touched by myself and by Nero, and yet your faith never wavered. Here is your reward."
The Devil gripped Priscilla's little head between his hands, and then he exhaled a violent stream of fire right into the child's face. She flailed and screamed, but no sound she made could compare to the roaring of the flames. The stream was cut off, finally, and Satan let her drop to the floor, writhing in agony as the flame glowed beneath her ash-stained dress.
Lucifer smiled down at the in-agony child. "Congratulations. Your reward is to be the host of demonkind's greatest hero. Please, try not to kill too many people. Hell is becoming overcrowded with nonbelievers."
He vanished, and immediately did Percy start screaming as his body was torn to bloody shreds. From the inside out, he transformed, his skin bulging and bursting, ripping and tearing. His bones and muscles grew, warped, and were twisted. Twin horns, each no thicker than a finger and perfectly straight, longer than a foot, burst from his crown. His hair fell from his head, and his head bubbled and cracked as it expanded into a new shape. Strips of his body fell to the floor with wet slops as new matter rose from beneath to replace it, and his back bulged and expanded, before ripping apart in an explosion of blood as leathery wings erupted from within. In a scream that was never vocalized, Percy's mouth opened wider than any human jaw was capable of doing, and black smoke billowed out like steam. His teeth fell from his jaws one by one, each clattering loudly to the ground, each one replaced by a deadly fang. A long, fleshy, thorn-covered, bladed tail tore itself from the end of his spine, and danced wildly about. Finally, Percy's eyes swelled and burst clean out of his skull, and underneath them, leaking tears of blood, were new eyes, ones that were solid yellow.
The demon exhaled and rose to his feet, flexing his arms and cracking his joints.
"I am...Amon!"
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Woe to you oh earth and sea
For the Devil sends the Beast with wrath
Because he knows the time is short
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the Beast
For it is a human number
Its number is six hundred and sixty-six…
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Nero didn't have a clue as to what happened. Something bigger than a man, almost twice as big, came crashing into his chambers, and threw him out of the building, through several others buildings after that, causing mass hysteria and panic as the skyscrapers of Philadelphia came crashing down. For all the speed and force that Nero had during his sudden flight, he might as well have been shot out of a railgun.
The god-emperor growled as he got to his feet, his divine body only having sustained minor injuries despite the punishment it just took. Okay, whoever just dared to touch him was about to be sent to the deepest pit of Hell and-
"Hello, lard ass."
Nero whirled around and fired a blast of as much divine energy as he could scrape together. There was enough power in his attack to send the likes of Zeus, Odin, and even Kronos skidding away with terrific injuries. The subsequent explosion wiped Philadelphia clean off the map, atomizing the surrounding hundred miles of landscape.
Nero straightened and dusted himself off. Well that hadn't been exactly what he had planned for today, but letting loose with some god-emperorly power was always a refreshing change of pace.
"You pagans never cease to amuse me." Demonic arms wrapped around Nero's entire body, and hugged him so tightly his bones audibly cracked. "I've seen the shit you've done to my host, raping him, torturing him, abusing him, robbing him of his identity and body, and killing his mother right in front of him."
Nero screamed as his bones were turned into powder, his body squishing in the outrageously strong arms of Amon.
"For the crimes you've committed on this earth, your punishment will be...a quick death." The Demon grinned at the flash of hope in the fat bastard's eyes. "But your afterlife," the emperor paled at the laugh in that demonic voice, "Nero...your suffering will be legendary even in Hell. Now, what was your favorite pastime, again? Ah yes...burning!"
Nero squealed like the fat pig he was as Amon heated him up with demonic power, subjecting him to heat straight from the Lake of Fire. Fat broiled and bone charred, skin bubbled and muscle melted, blood steamed and organs hissed, and the air was filled with the smell of cooking meat. Nero's body gave off actual light as his molecules were heated to such a degree that they produced radiance, and then, with a squeal that reached an octave that only dogs could hear, Nero combusted in Amon's arms.
A rumble came from the demon's throat. "Stuck in the body of a child that worships God, and is the son of a pagan...that's an oxymoron if there ever was one." Amon stared at the black horizon with his featureless yellow eyes. "The wheels have begun to turn, I see. The ancient forces of this earth are starting to move, prophecies beginning to play out, destinies are revealing themselves...and then there's me. I do hope you're ready, partner, for my sole purpose of being inside you is to simply corrupt you and rag you down into Hell."
The Morning Star began to grace the earth.
"Ah, what a fine general you will become, Destroyer."
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Well, if you made it through all of that, go and buy yourself some ice cream, and share it with your significant other, because you deserve some cuddle time.
Satan did say that the rest of the chapter was going to be MA, and he did give you a list of what to expect, so...yeah. He also said that everything that followed was going to be something of a preview for the Blood War, and he's not joking. The Blood War was FUCKED. UP.
Just like Percy's going to be.
Also, you might notice that this fic now has cover art, art of a demonic figure with AMON emblazoned across the front. Yeah, that's what Amon looks like. You would also do well to Google Amon: Darkside of Devilman for further images and information, and YouTube Amon: Apocalypse of Devilman for video material. But an advanced warning: it is bloody and violent, much like Berserk, so watch/read at your own risk.
Anyway, my birthday party is this coming Sunday, the 29th of October, in the year 2017, for those who find this fic months and perhaps even years in the future. With that happy note, I bring this long chapter to a close.
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