Lou Ellen Saves Lives
Yeah, I'm just really on a role with this story right now.
Also, Reviews…we're—we're doing great. I'm in shock, really. Over 40 last chapter, and that's a trend I'm more than fine with keeping going.
Certainly provides motivation for continued writing.
Oh, and Hylla and Reyna will not be like in canon.
Disclaimer: I don't PJO or AC
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Inspired by historical events and an overactive imagination, this work of fiction as designed, developed, and produced by as single-cultural team of one religious faith and belief, sexual orientation, and gender identity.
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Circe couldn't believe her luck. The little boyfriend of her annoying little sister—the sister that had forced her to expel time and energy in looking for said boyfriend—had washed up on her island, presenting the perfect opportunity for revenge against the bedwetting brat, Lou Ellen.
No one made Circe do things she didn't want to do, least of all siblings several thousand years her junior.
Now, the question was how to go about this revenge. The daughter of Athena was nothing to worry about, she already had the Ramirez twins pampering the girl, so Circe was fairly confident that Percy wasn't going to have any surprise backup, leaving her to brainstorm what to do with the boy sleeping on the couch of her private study.
Let's see…into a frog? Nah, cliché.
Guinea pig to be sold to scientists or first graders? Nah, she had a centuries' old batch sitting in on the table over there.
Into a girl, brainwashed, and then trained to be a powerful witch in her footsteps? Hm, a possibility, but not really revenge.
Revenge had to be something ironic, something befitting the crime, and the crime had been performed by an obnoxiously powerful little girl that needed still needed a diaper at nigh—
Circe grinned to herself as she thought of the fitting form of revenge. Levitating a spell book from her shelf to her hand, she rifled through the pages, looking for the one she desired.
"Eureka," she muttered to herself, finding the page that detailed the ingredients necessary for Infantilus Permanentus.
Summoning the pieces and equipment, Circe got to work on her admittedly petty little revenge project, but could she really be judged so harshly when she was part of a world full of petty gods and Titans that were so creatively inventive with the most insane punishments for the most minor of inconveniences?
Really, Circe was just a product of her outrageously extended family.
Anyway, using her magic to speed up the time constraints for the potion, the witch brandished the finish product with a flourish. Then, giggling to herself, she transformed the beaker it was in into a baby bottle with an altered nipple to allow more volume to go through with each suck. The finishing touch the scenario was that the potion came out to be the exact color and consistency of milk, and was a comfortable warm to the touch.
Circe turned around, and flinched when she saw that Percy was sitting up at a perfect ninety-degrees.
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He couldn't think clearly. He vaguely recalled how he got here. His body was aching. His thoughts were an incoherent jumble as eighty years of life swirled around in his mind, bringing with them all the emotions and feelings Jake had felt, all at once.
The happiness.
The anger.
The sorrow.
The hope.
The devotion.
The guilt.
The pain.
The suffering.
The triumph.
The worry.
The contentment.
The restlessness.
The love.
All of that coming at once, all of that trying to file itself away at once, was too much for Percy. He felt like he had a fever. His brain felt like melting cheese, his eyes like runny butter tinged with salt. His skin felt like paper, and he felt like he was about to explode. Explode, explode, explode.
Explode, explode, explosion, explosion, explosions, cannonfire, fire, hot, hot, pain, pain, pain, hate, anger, anger, anger—anger—anger-angerangeranger-
Footsteps.
Percy's head snapped around and he focused in on a woman he didn't recognize or know, and he saw the baby bottle in her hand, the milk inside of it, and he heard someone speaking to him. A male voice, deep, smooth, rich, and tinged with twisted amusement.
"It hurts, doesn't it, Percy? All the agony, all the rage, the anger, the hate…"
At the words, Percy's brain latched onto them to escape from the turmoil that all of Jake's life at once, and began to dredge up all the memories it could recall that had to deal with the mentioned words: being bullied as a child for his feminine appearance, Nero and his disease, when he was Faris and Altaїr just let him fall, when he was Vergil, and he came home to find his family brutally murdered, and decades later when Rome was besieged, innumerous moments in Jake's life, and of course, his own present life, and all that he had already suffered.
As per human nature, Percy searched for something to put all of this on, an outlet, something to direct all of this emotion at, and all of it went towards the person responsible for all this reincarnation bullshit, the all-powerful person that was letting this happen.
Of course, directing all these feelings at this person was a monstrous sin, and the monster inside was feasting on it all, growing in power, influence, and control, until finally, like a boy's first orgasm, the monster erupted outward with no stopping him.
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Circe dropped the bottle when Percy's eyes rolled into the back of his head and turned yellow. He started to shake and tremble, his cheeks splitting apart all the way back to his ears, blood rushing down his face. His teeth were pushed from his gums one by one, incisors taking their place with spurts of blood, filling his mouth with crimson fluid. His messy black hair stood on end, and his clothes started bulging and writhing, like several large somethings were crawling around inside of him.
Then, in a sight so gruesome that Circe would forever remember it, Percy's clothes and skin were torn clean from his body, that thing underneath ripping itself free. Massive globs of flesh hit the ground with sickening slopping sounds, the clothes settling about, drenched in blood—gods, blood was everywhere.
Circe stared at the demon, feeling very much like a helpless Infantilus.
It was humanoid, its lower half covered in jagged, black steel-like skin, with a barbed and serrated tail swinging about from its waist. Its hands and arms up to the elbow were covered in the same black armor as its lower half, sharp protrusions going past the elbows, claws on the fingers. Its torso was bare, its pasty gray skin showing, displaying misshapen adnominal muscles leading up to bulging pectorals, which in turns lead to a large neck, then down to shoulder, triceps, and biceps.
On its back were small, draconian wings that could no doubt extend into full wings, and its head—Circe gulped when she got to the head. A mouth full of fangs, a grin spread to its pointed ears, yellow eyes, a shock of red on the top of its head, thin, yet very long horns pointed straight up, and a pair of wing-like protrusions on either side of its head, all of it coming together into a devilish crown.
The demon was breathing raggedly, dripping blood, and exhaling clouds of smoke, filling the room with the smell of burning meat. The demon then stood straight, having been hunched this time, and displayed its impressive seven-foot height. Then it looked right at Circe, who promptly pissed all over the place.
Letting out a growl that was so inhuman that it shook the entire resort, the demon then threw its head back and let loose a roar so loud it broke every peace of glass within ten miles. The ocean roiled as the soundwaves struck, and the roof of the resort exploded outwards as a cloud of fire soared into the sky and turned it ablaze.
Circe quivered at the massive hole in her office that went ten more stories upward, and then her eyes snapped to her chest when her breasts were grabbed by a pair of scalding hands. She didn't get much time to dwell on the heat before she was dealing with the agony of getting a very impromptu mastectomy.
Circe hit the floor with a screech as the demon munched on her breasts like they were a couple of apples.
The door to her office was finally thrown open, and a brigade of witches stormed in. From above, more witches descended through the hole of the ceiling, some on brooms, some on rugs, others on whatever item they could find.
The demon spread his arms and charged the witches as if going in for a tackle. Rushing them faster than they would blink, he was in their midst. He smashed one into a mess with his fist and with two swipes of his tail cut down every single other, tearing them in half at their waistlines and once again through the center of their skulls. Blood exploded from the corpses dowsing that part of the office in red.
The airborne witches were horrified and tried to escape from the fate of their sisters, but the demon was on them too, snatching them from the air with powers beyond explanation, and vivisecting them like paper. The ones that got high enough away didn't get far, because the demon splayed his hands, pressing them together at the wrist, and energy began to gather, before being released in a spread shot that blanketed the space in ceiling. Every remaining witch was struck by the energy, and the part of their bodies that were struck swelled grotesquely before exploding in showers of bone and gore.
A red rain cascaded down upon the demon, soaking him red as he spread his arms with his face tilted up and mouth open to catch the vermillion drops.
Letting out a little growl, the demon stalked his way over to Circe, still alive despite the blood loss, and straddled her trembling form. The witch turned her head, shaking as if struck with hypothermia, as the demon leaned in close, his foul breath choking her nose, his saliva sizzling on her cheek as it made contact.
Circe was gripped in a fear so intense that she was lost to words, lost to actions. She knew in her heart that she was about to be subject to the most brutal of treatments, and she was too terrified to even pray to her mother for protection and/or deliverance.
The demon tore free her dress, and then followed suit with her panties, not bothering with the shambles of her bra. Circe wished she would just die already, but it was clear that despite her injuries, she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and tears came to her eyes.
The demon rested his hands on her shoulders, and they immediately started to burn and cook as if being kissed by a branding iron, and his barbed tail came around, positioning itself at her entrance.
"Percy, NO!"
The attention of the two snapped to the arrival of a third person.
Lou Ellen Williams came flying in through a portal, tackling the demon to the ground and off of Circe. The young witch slammed her palms onto the demon's chest, and started chanting in rapid Latin, only in reverse, like she did with her normal spells. A glowing pentagram ringed in sigils sprang to life, emitting energy like a reactor about to blow. The demon howled and thrashed, but Lou remained where she was and continued to chant, reaching a speed so great it sounded less and less like speech and more like incoherent babble.
The pentagram glowed blindingly, and Lou finished her spell with a shout.
"AMEN!"
With a clap of thunder and flash of light, it ended. Exhausted, Lou Ellen rolled off of her boyfriend, now clad in an orange camp t-shirt, black jeans, and his Maximum Dracula coat, and lay next to him, panting, ignoring how she landed in a puddle of blood and viscera.
"Sorry, Percy…" Lou wheezed, having put a lot of power in that sealing spell. "Almost…didn't get here…in time…" She reached into her magic bag and pulled out the bottle of vitamins that Hermes had given Percy, and put them on his chest knowing he'd figure out what to do.
And then she passed out.
Sealing away a demon as powerful as Amon, especially after feasting on so much of someone as righteous as Percy's sin, was a very tall order, especially without proper prep time. There was also the effort she put into strengthening the camp's borders with her magic, and then the energy she used to smash into a place as magically protected as Circe's island.
Put it this way: Alabaster Torrington, the canonical most powerful child of Hecate, if he had tried what Lou Ellen had just done, he would've exploded from the magical strain, just trying to strengthen the borders.
Never mind breaching Circe's wards or sealing away a rampaging demon.
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With a body feeling sore as if he had just put it through a five-hour exercise after living on the couch for two years, Percy's eyes cracked open. He felt far calmer now, but it was just like the eye of a hurricane. Just outside the center of the storm was a raging, chaotic hellscape of pelting, freezing rain, howling winds, thunder, and lightning.
Through sheer force of will, Percy held back the storm, keeping him in that eye, and he took in the surroundings.
He was nearly sick at the garden of gore he was in. Lou Ellen was lying next him, passed out after her entrance and timely sealing magic.
Oh yes, Percy was aware of that, just like he was aware of everything that had happened after his transformation, after he had fallen into weakness and allowed Amon control due to the promise of an escape from the pain. It was certainly an escape alright, one that Percy was never going to let happen again.
He heard the demon softly chuckling at the back of his mind, and told him to shut up.
Guilt racked Percy as he took in the carnage wrought about by his weakness, his sin. His eyes trailed down to Lou Ellen, and mixed feelings welled around inside him. Irrationality was there, as he felt anger towards her: she knew about his past lives, she knew about Jake Swallow, and she knew about the next three after that. She knew what he was going to go through, and offered no help or remedy. There was also immense gratitude, since she had done exactly as he had planned by rushing to find a fix for the camp so she could come to his aid.
Yes, Percy had anticipated that he was going to see another life sometime during this quest. That was the track record, after all. He knew that there were going to be things that were going to happen, and he knew that she knew it too, and so he sidelined her because he knew she'd become like a girl possessed in her mission, and to subsequently come to him.
She had gotten here just in time, at no small cost to herself, all the power she had expended, passing out in a puddle of someone else's blood. She had even wet herself, too, her bedwetting striking during her moment of unconsciousness, and she wasn't wearing her diaper, either.
The back of her blue jeans, most of her right leg, was drenched.
That's where Percy also felt guilt for putting her in that position. Yeah, she was going to have no control over her bladder when she was sleeping for as long as she lived, and so waking up after an accident was something she was used to, diaper on or not, so she wouldn't be at all bothered by her present accident, but that didn't mean Percy was okay with it.
As far as he saw it, this was his fault.
Just like the massacre all around him.
Focusing in on the here and now, Percy came up with a list of objectives: locate Annabeth, procure means of exodus, execute exodus, get to the Golden Fleece by tracking Grover, retrieve the Fleece, get back to Camp Half-Blood, save the camp, and then deal with Jake Swallow.
Nodding to himself and dedicating himself to the cause, Percy popped a few of Hermes' vitamins in his mouth, instantly felt better, and gently shook Lou Ellen until she stirred and woke.
"Hey, Percy…"
"Hey, Lou. Here's some vitamins."
The witch gratefully accepted them and chewed them up. Instantly, she looked better. Her face screwed up a bit.
"Did I pee myself?"
"Profusely," Percy nodded. "It was like someone had broken a pipe, and it was all just going everywhere."
"If it was going everywhere, how come there's no pee on you?"
"I'm far too awesome for you to pee on me."
"…kinky."
Percy stood and helped Lou Ellen to her feet, and she gestured with her hands.
"Sehtolc emoceb naelc."
Their clothes shimmered, and the blood and urine that stained them were destroyed by Lou Ellen's magic.
"Ha," she sighed in contentment. "Much better."
"Maybe you should with diapers all the time now. Just in case."
"You know? Maybe I should. I think everyone in the world just needs to go back to diapers. Toilets are too mainstream nowadays. Diapers are so much cooler, and they're convenient, too. No more waiting in lines or trying to hold it. Just get a diaper and go."
"Truly, one of mankind's greatest follies was inventing the toilet," Percy said sagely.
"Agreed," Lou nodded solemnly. And then she got serious. "Percy…are you…"
The words "okay" and "alright" and "fine" were so insulting that she didn't bother finishing her question.
"I'll live. Right now, we need to find Annabeth and leave this island before something happens to the camp."
"She's down there," Lou pointed.
Percy followed her finger, which was aimed through the floor. "What, exactly, would be down there?"
"The port."
"Ah, she's on a ship, then."
"Yep. A great big ship."
The little knowing grin on her face made Percy's brow rise, and so he went over to the window, sloshing through what was left of human beings, and nearly fell over.
"How in the Hell is that here? Edward said…"
Percy's attention was drawn to a corner of Circe's office, where there was a cage full of guinea pigs. They were in a lucky part where no blood had touched them—actually, they were in a completely spotless area, so if that wasn't a sign, Percy didn't know what was—and the little rodents in there were scurrying about as if they hadn't just witnessed a gruesome massacre.
Strangely enough, Percy could feel a tinge of magic to the little things, and he was reminded of the vitamins in his hands. Once again sloshing through carnage, ignoring it as best he could, he reached the cage, opened up the vitamins, and poured a generous amount inside the cage, and then stepped back when the guinea pigs started chowing down…and glowed.
In a flash of light accompanied by a small explosion, Percy looked back and further couldn't believe his eyes.
"Thatch?"
The legendary bearded pirate, mind still fuzzy from centuries as a guinea pig, peered down at Percy, confused at his state of dress a he had never seen such clothes. "Do I…know you, boy…?"
Percy blinked a few times as the shock finally cleared him, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a mischievous grin. "Well I don't know, Thatch. You still have that donkey on your ship at all times?"
Blackbeard's brow furrowed as those words resonated inside his head, his brain struggling to place where had heard them before. They kept rattling and rattling around inside, his eyes focused on the way Percy was smiling, and then it finally clicked. Blackbeard's eyes widened and his mouth fell open.
"Jake…Swallow? Jake Swallow?"
"Edward told me you died on the eve of retirement. How'd you get on Circe's island?"
"…that is a very long story, lad. Though I feel yours is longer. You somehow switched skin and voice."
"Yes, it was a very complicated process. Come, we'll have lots of time to catch up on your ship."
"You mean that witch hasn't scuttled her?"
"No, and she never will again."
Blackbeard cocked a brow. "What makes you so certain?"
Percy gestured to the butcher's shop behind him, and that's seemingly when the pirates just now noticed. Their jaws fell slack, and a few of them doubled over sick.
"Blimey…" Blackbeard breathed. "What in Poseidon's name…?"
"I wasn't feeling very well," Percy said simply.
The pirates looked at him uncertainly.
"Come again, lad?"
"I'm a very dangerous person in this life, Blackbeard. It is wise to not cross me."
Blackbeard and the rest of his crew re-observed the bloodshed, and they collectively shuddered, none of them used to this kind of a mess.
"…I'll…keep that in mind."
"Excellent," Percy chirped. "Now, if you'd all be so kind as to jump out that window to expedite our departure."
Blackbeard looked at the window, back to the grinning Percy, looked at the bloody office, back to Percy, back to the window, and then to his remaining crewmates.
Swallowing, he mustered some bravado. "Well? Don't just stand there, you yellow-bellied swines! Get out there!"
With as much enthusiasm as you'd expect from men told to jump out a window, the pirates did so, one by one, all of them aiming for the pool, which Percy, from such a distance as high as Circe's office was able to manipulate in such a way that none of them died on impact, or drowned.
Soon enough, Percy, Blackbeard, and Lou Ellen were the only ones left, the latter of which was just now noticed by the pirate.
"And who are you?"
"Lou Ellen Williams. Daughter of Hecate."
"Hecate? That makes you Circe's kin."
"Yes, yes it does. I'm also Percy's girlfriend, so there's that."
"Who's Percy-oh." Blackbeard looked at the reincarnate Assassin. "That's your name now? Percy?"
"Correct. Now, out the window with you."
Blackbeard didn't get a chance to protest, as the blood all around suddenly came to life, inciting locomotion about the pirate to send him zooming out the window with a scream befitting a guinea pig.
Percy looked at Lou Ellen with a smile. "Ladies first."
She smirked, but then it faded. "Percy, Annabeth's not alone on the Queen Anne's Revenge. She's with two other girls, Hylla and Reyna Ramirez-Arellano."
"Those two are important because…?"
Lou Ellen took a breath before answering, because she knew how much this was going to shake her boyfriend.
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That's enough of a wrap for this chapter, especially given the gap between this and the last.
For those not in the know, I have started college again, and my schedule is that on Mondays and Wednesdays I'm in Cal-3 from 9 AM-11 AM, with the corresponding homework, along with an online American Government class with all of that corresponding work, though all of that class is already up and online to execute at my leisure…with due dates, of course.
Bottom line: updates will now be more sporadic.
Anyway, the chapter: the design for Percy's demonic form is the same as Devilman's in the movie Devilman: Apocalypse of Amon. Google is available to you.
No, I did not forget about the demon from the infamous Chapter 28, and he is about to start making more appearances.
Now, did that reunion with Blackbeard go as you envisioned, or was it underwhelming? I thought it went well, myself, and there is a whole lot more coming next chapter.
Speaking of, lots of fun involved next chapter. Whenever that comes out.
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"They're important because…Hylla and Reyna are the reincarnations of Christina and Maria….They're your daughters, Percy."
Percy suddenly felt very lightheaded.
"Oh."