Percy was not having a good day, or maybe it was night? It was impossible to tell at this point. He was falling, he'd done this before with Annabeth, but here he was again.

Alone.

He'd done this before, but this time he knew there was absolutely no chance of him making it long. The last time he was here he'd had the help of a Titan, a Giant, an immortal skeleton cat and one of the smartest people to ever walk the earth, and more than half of them had still died in the process.

Maybe he could live for a few months, as one last middle finger to the gods. But he doubted it. He looked through his belongings as he fell, not much else he could do. He still had Riptide, thank the gods- no, someone else? Thank the Fates? That wasn't much better.

He sighed, he felt so tired, who knew falling was so exhausting? As an attempt at rest, he let himself relax, his body lost balance and began to rapidly spin but he felt his vision fade out none the less, and his world went black.

8 Days Later

He was bored. But it wasn't like there was anything he could do about it. He had no clue how long he'd been falling, but hopefully it would end soon. He'd probably miss this very quickly after it was over; boredom was far better than the torture that was Tartarus.

He doubted there would be any water to cushion his fall this time, would it matter? It would be way too anticlimactic if he went through all he ever had, wars, deaths, false condemnation, only to fall to his death before his eternal torture could even begin.

It would be a relief, all things considered. Death by fall, instead of death by torture or bleed out. Most likely it'd be instantaneous if he did it right. But he doubted it would matter either way, the fates hated him far too much.

He felt his nose pick up a scent, and immediately wanted to vomit; thankfully, there was nothing to come up. He would never forget the smell of his stepfather, and it felt far more rancid than it had the first time. Maybe Tartarus acclimated to a person's most hated smell? It would make far too much sense for where he was going.

As the smell entered his nose he looked down at the rapidly approaching floor. No water to break his fall, and he didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad. On one hand, the rivers would either erase your memories, destroy your body, or burn you alive. The ground would provide him an easy and(hopefully) painless death.

The ground was definitely preferable.

And it was approaching fast.

Percy barely felt the impact as he landed, and the world faded with his consciousness.

-0o0o0o0-

Waking up in Tartarus was uncomfortable, that was for sure. Maybe it was the glass digging into every part of his skin, or the stench that threatened to destroy his nose. Maybe it was the sound of squishing flesh and cracking glass at every step, everywhere.

It was disgusting, but that didn't matter. Percy stood up, more glass pushing into his palms as he did so. A night of rest and he felt like he hadn't slept in a week. This had happened before, the first time he was in Tartarus. He had to find the river… Phlegethon was it?

He couldn't be sure, but he knew what it did. It was the only thing that could keep him alive in this hellhole. But where to find it? He was obviously nowhere near any of the rivers at the moment, but if…

He reached out his palm, searching for any form of water that didn't consist of literal blood, sweat, and tears. The first river he found made him step back at the sheer power of it, oaths, power, some fulfilled, most were broken.

He continued searching, until a flame began to flicker across his mindscape, and it began to grow, and consume more. He pulled out and began to walk.

He was going to the Lake of Fire.

-0o0o0o0-

He pulled Riptide out of the Hellhound; a pack had been able to find him. He needed some form of sanctuary. There was only one place like that in Tartarus, a person he hoped to consider a friend, Damasen. He had a long trek in front of him if he wanted to find the place, Tartarus was huge.

He supposed there was no better time to start than now. Capping Riptide, he began his journey.

? Months Later, Time is Weird in Tartarus

Percy's ears pricked up as he heard what vaguely sounded like footsteps. His had felt like they'd been working on overdrive ever since he'd fallen in. A single monster could end him in his sleep, and Damasen's hut wasn't the most well protected place in the world.

The main reason the hut had been so isolated originally was Damasen himself.

And the Drakon.

That probably had something to do with it.

Putting down the empty bowl in front of him, Percy uncapped Riptide and got ready for battle. Stepping out the door, wincing when his feet were pierced by glass, his shoes had been torn to pieces long ago. But stepping out, he tried to hold down the gasp at what he saw.

This wasn't just one monster, or even a large group of them.

This was an army.

There had to be at least a thousand monsters in the horde facing him now. And at the front of the army was Percy's first real encounter with the Greek world, and his first real enemy. The Minotaur. And upon seeing the prey they were hunting, the swarm charged.

Now, Percy was good with a sword; arguably one of the best to ever live even. But when you're facing down a thousand opponents at once, no amount of skill with a blade or martial prowess really matters unless your opponents let you fight them one at a time.

He dodged out of the way of the first monster charging him, slicing it through the stomach as he slided, not even bothering to identify it. The second monster attempted to crush him with its fists, Percy cut off its hands before it got the chance. Then there was a third, and a fourth, but it was too much.

He was completely overwhelmed, and as his slipped out of reality, he could swear there was a smirk on the Minotaur's nonexistent face as it's sword went right through his stomach.

And he knew no more.

-0o0o0o0-

Percy didn't know what he'd expected of the afterlife, but it definitely wasn't this.

The first thing he noticed was the smell, a pungent odor that smelled far worse than his Stepfather ever had.

The second thing he noticed was the taste of the air, it felt like he was breathing in acid, it burnt his lungs with every gasp.

The third thing he noticed was the glass digging into his palms, face, anything that was touching the suspiciously familiar squishy floor.

Why him?

He pushed himself into a standing position, and looked down, in the same place he had just died what felt like seconds ago. He looked through his shirt, where he had been stabbed by the minotaur. There was a hole in his shirt where he had been hit, but his skin was fine.

No no no no no no. This was not happening.

Of course the Gods would want him to have immortality in the pit of torment. Why wouldn't they? Maybe they'd classified him as a monster-

No.

He refused to believe he had been revived by a bursting pimple inside Tartarus' vein.

Absolutely not.

Before he began his inevitable trek, he took a second to glance where Damasen's hut had stood, now less than a pile of ash. He sighed, rubbing his face in frustration, there was nothing of value left there. So much for any form of comfort ever again.

? Weeks Later

Surviving on raw monster meat was not fun. There was no way that he should be alive right now. But his body was still in the condition it was in when he first entered Tartarus. Albeit it had a lot more bruises, cuts and blisters, and his skin looked far sicklier, but that was Tartarus itself, not the fault of the food he'd eaten.

As he forced himself to keep walking, he wondered if he even needed to eat in Tartarus, he had survived his first time barely eating anything, could he survive this? Did it even matter?

? Weeks Later

It mattered. Sure, maybe Percy could live with this, but having the aching feeling of being eaten from the inside was not fun.

Go figure.

He tried and failed not to groan at the emptiness as he hunted for a monster, any monster. Hades, he'd eat a Titan if he had the chance right now. He was really hungry.

As the thought passed through his head, he heard talking. He resisted the urge to throw himself in the river of Woe, which he was walking along to stay focused and not travel in circles. He hadn't even talked this time!

Two Titans turned the corner as he through himself into the nearest crevice he could find. Trying to listen in on the conversation he resisted the urge to hurl as his brain tried to figure out what part of the body he was in.

The first figure was talking, the other was shaking his head seemingly agreeing with what the other was saying. A voice he recognized as Hyperion came from the first figure. "I told you brother; the sound came from over here." The second Titan he now recognized as Krios scoffed, "Yes I'm sure," he took a moment to roll his eyes, "And it was human?" Hyperion nodded, his fiery eyes flickered at the motion, "We both smelled it, and it was definitely a groan I heard-"

Percy tried to sneak around the two, not bothering to listen further, only to hit the floor loudly and not so gracefully after crawling from the hole in the wall. The pair stopped as they heard Percy fall to the ground from behind them. "Hey guys," Percy tried to buy himself some time, "How are you?" Hyperion's eyes went from the color of a normal fire, to a red the color of the sun in seconds.

Realizing a fight was going to start before he could get another word out Percy pulled out Riptide in preparation. It didn't matter. Hyperion launched himself at the demigod, screaming for his death. A spear of light appearing in his hands.

Percy blocked an attack aimed at his head, then one for his stomach, before Krios charged and the two began to double team him.

Percy was unable to keep his eyes on both, as they worked in tandem to take it down. He could only last so long against Titans. He parried Hyperion's spear and ducked under the swing of Krios' sword, only to be skewered by a spear from behind.

Hyperion rolled his eyes, "And to think," He picked up Percy and threw him off the edge of a cliff, "We thought you were the strongest demigod to ever live."

? Years Later

Percy was not insane. Of this he was certain. He paused. Mostly certain. He pulled out Riptide to make sure this was the case, only to stop as he was about to uncap the pen. Would talking to his sword mean he was insane?

Probably, but at least it was good company.

He put away the sword, and ran a hand through his hair, only to stop. Godsdamn he needed a haircut. He attempted to pull some sweat from his face to form some sort of mirror, only to wince at the sight.

Giving up on it, he shrugged as he uncapped his blade. Shaving was a pain in the ass down here, but he really hated long beards, it reminded him far too much of Zeus. He wasn't the cleanest of people at the moment, but all things considered, he felt it was justified.

Wincing as he cut himself on another blister forming on his cheek, he watched the blood flow down. Demigod blood attracted even more monsters than an actual demigod, but in Tartarus, the smell was so overpowering that it barely mattered.

After he finished cutting off what hair he could without forcing himself to bleed out, he heard a loud footstep.

Then another.

He had long given up praying to anything. It had no effect as far as he could he see. And even if he did, what could he offer to whatever deity willing to help him? Some raw monster meat still stuck between his teeth?

But at this moment he wished he had something. The footsteps were loud, which meant one of three things. It could be a Giant, a Titan in full form, or a Cyclops.

No one could ever guess which one he hoped for.

Since he'd been banished here, he hadn't been able to spill a single drop of Divine blood, which was really annoying considering he was immortal himself for as long as he was in this pit.

He snuck around the corner and held in a sigh of relief when he saw two Cyclops. Sure, looking at two thirty foot tall one-eyed beasts that would kill you without a second thought was terrifying, but compared to what he'd seen, it was far more normal than he wanted to think about.

Before the Cyclops could notice him, he charged, cutting off a small part of a leg, dust spilling out. It roared in rage, swinging its club down on Percy. Percy dodged while remaining as close to the weapon as he could. He grabbed onto the club as the Cyclops lifted it up to look for mashed Demigod.

Percy took this as his opportunity and jumped from the club onto the uninjured Cyclops, aiming for its eye with his blade. It went straight through, instantly killing the beast.

At that moment, the first Cyclops noticed that there were no bits and pieces of Percy's body on the ground, he looked towards his friend confused, only to yell in shock as Percy leapt from the falling cyclops to the standing one.

When he hit the eye, killing the first Cyclops Percy grinned in Triumph, having conquered his foes, until he realized that he was thirty feet in the air and falling.

"I am such an idiot." Percy groaned as he fell the distance, breaking his neck on the floor of Tartarus.

? Years Later

Percy was Running.

He didn't do it often, but it was far preferable to dying. The acidic air may not have helped his body run for long, but he had learned to adapt to Tartarus' harsh climate.

The large group of monsters were far behind him, so in an effort to lose them he turned the nearest corner and jumped into the first ditch he saw. He also prayed that these were the dumb type of monsters.

As he peaked over the edge of the ditch he nearly jumped as he heard a faint purring sound. Popping back down out of sight he smiled softly at the creature that had made the sound, a kitten.

Or, it looked like a kitten, it was at least four feet tall, but it looked far more like a large lion cub. Percy's eyes widened in realization as he realized what it was. This cute, albeit massive, kitten was the Nemean Lion.

He began to back away slowly from the beast, the last time he had seen and fought this thing it had been a six on one, with two of his companions being over two thousand years old, and they'd barely survived, with the help of freeze-dried ice cream at that.

That's why he was even more shocked when the cub followed him slowly, matching his speed, and rubbing itself against his leg, still purring.

Percy's smile reappeared as he stroked the monster's back, maybe he could have someone to talk to for a while.

? Years Later

Percy grinned as the lion he had decided to call Thalia ripped a large group of Hellhounds to pieces with her teeth. She had seemed to recognize that Percy wouldn't stay down when he died and was always near the location of his death when he woke.

She really was a good companion, providing some warmth when it was cold, and coolness when there was fire. When she grew large enough, Percy was also able to sleep on the lion, preventing Tartarus burn his skin and cover it with broken glass while Thalia remained below him, her skin to strong for the glass to break.

It was the most comfortable sleep since Damasen's house, and while that wasn't saying much, it was still far nicer than he'd had in many, many years. The two sat down next to the river of fire, chewing on monster meat, which Percy still hated with a passion. But both stopped as they heard… marching.

Percy narrowed his eyes and walked up the hill next to the stream, and he panicked as soon as he saw what was up top. A Titan was leading an actual army of monsters towards his direction.

How had they found him? He'd been careful… probably. Not wanting Thalia to get killed in what would be his annihilation, he stepped up to meet the army.

And as he approached further, Riptide in hand, the blood drained from his face as he saw the Titan leading the army.

Iapetus.

Bob was leading the army. Against him.

He began to hyperventilate. Had no one told Bob's story? He'd tried but Tartarus wasn't the best place to tell stories. He paused, maybe this was Bob, with an army of his "good" monsters?

The hope left as soon as the words left Iapetus' mouth. "Perseus Jackson, I have come for my vengeance!" Percy held up his hands as if to surrender, dropping Riptide, feeling it reappear in his pocket in pen form.

Iapetus laughed, "I know your tricks little demigod." He held out his hand as a spear appeared in it, "And I shall ruin your life as you ruined my own!"

The monsters remained behind, glaring at Percy as the two ran full force at one another. Percy ducked a spear, and shot his sword forward, grazing the Titan's arm. Golden Ichor began to flow out of the wound.

Percy didn't let the small triumph comfort him, the full force and rage of a Titan in the pit that made them stronger was not an easy fight by any means, but even if he was somehow able to kill Iapetus, there was an army that would be able to trample him in seconds.

He attempted to push his attack, but Iapetus chuckled, blocking each of his strikes easily. Percy was forced to back up further and further, defending himself from the endless onslaught of attacks.

"Percy Jackson," Iapetus spoke, the scorn clear in his voice

Another strike

"Always so quick to sacrifice your protectors in front of yourself."

Again

"Never willing to end it when you had the chance."

Again

"I watched you Jackson."

Again

"I watched you let your friends die."

The words hurt even more than the shockwaves generated from from the Titan's spear hitting his sword.. Percy couldn't keep up, and was pushed downward, his feet pushing deep into the skin of Tartarus.

Iapetus paused his assault and smirked down at Percy, who was on his knees, unable to keep going. Iapetus grasped his spear in both hands, and raised it over his head, "Goodbye, Perseus Jackson"

Percy looked up at the spear as it barreled towards him. His blade met the spear, and Riptide shattered.

No.

Percy tried to stand up, only for his hair to be grabbed roughly by Iapetus, lifting him off the ground. "I am the Titan of Pain little demigod." Percy's senses registered as he was stabbed in the gut. "And I will make you hurt."

Percy fell to the ground in agony, he couldn't move, only tilt his head as he watched The Piercer stab Thalia through as she tried to reach him. Iapetus chuckled as he let the spear fade back into mist.

He walked over to Percy, and grinned down at him, "I am extremely excited, Perseus. Excited to finally get vengeance." Percy could only stare up, as a foot crushed down on his face. Life leaving his body.

-0o0o0o0-

Waking up in Tartarus was generally uncomfortable, doubly so if you had just died. But waking up being chained to a wall after just dying in Tartarus was, unsurprisingly, far worse.

Wait… chained to a wall?

Percy's eyes shot open as he looked around his surroundings, realization dawning as to where he was. A prison cell, although it looked far more like a… dungeon? He couldn't think straight right now.

A sharp laugh pulled him out of his thoughts, only to see a disgusting grin looking down at him. Iapetus smirked at the fallen demigod, "The day I met you Jackson, I lost everything. I lost who I was, I lost all of my skills and talents." His smirk turned to a deep scowl, "You took everything!"

Percy tried to speak but found his mouth gagged. "You molded me into a new person, a Bob." He spat out the name in disgust, "I am a Titan, older than all of the life on earth and you named me Bob! When I finally awoke from the stupor you put me in, I was disgusted, and I vowed revenge."

Percy started to struggle against the chains, only to be kicked in the chest, trying not to flinch at the sound and feel of his ribs cracking. "But when I learned a certain Demigod was here, in the pit with me, it made me far happier than it should have."

He kicked Percy again, "Unfortunately, there is no real way to remove your memories, after you somehow survived the River Lethe." He finally paused his monologue to stare down at Percy again.

"So instead of revenge, I decided that I'd gladly take satisfaction."

? Years Later

It was a shock it hadn't happened earlier, but that didn't stop Percy from wishing it had never happened in the first place. Iapetus had made a surprisingly successful business out of killing, a favor for the chance to Torture the demigod.

Every single monster in Tartarus had to have paid Percy's cell a visit, but at this point, it didn't matter.

Nothing mattered anymore. He tried to save his friends from the Titans.

And he failed

He tried to save his friends from the Giants.

And he failed

He tried to save everyone he had ever known,

And all he had done, was fail

He tried to save Annabeth.

He failed

And that knowledge was far worse than anything any being could hurt him with. Not that they bothered anymore. Sure, Iapetus killed him when he was bored, but the Titan had long since run out of his precious "satisfaction" from killing him.

But today something was different. Iapetus had few expressions that he looked at Percy with; some days it was anger, other days it was disgust, but for the first time in years, he looked scary. Terrifying even. It wasn't necessarily his appearance, but his smile.

He was planning something. And whatever it was, Percy was not excited. Percy looked up, boredom in his eyes. Only for them to widen in shock when something entered behind Iapetus.

Thalia.

The lion, his only friend in this hell was following the man who tortured him whenever he was bored, as if he was her master. She looked wild, like she had when Percy had killed her with the hunters.

No. It couldn't be…

Iapetus smirked even as his eyes glared down at him. "Hello Perseus." He unlocked the chain on his right arm, "I discovered something long before I met you." He unlocked the second chain and Percy fell to the ground, "Certain torture hurts more than others." He began to back out of the room, "And I've found what hurts you the most."

He closed the door behind him, and Thalia began to circle Percy. He tried not to let tears come to his eyes, either she had forgotten him in her reformation, or just as likely, Iapetus had treated her to the River Lethe.

He tried to hold up his hands in a placating gesture, only for the lion to jump him at the motion, ripping his throat out.

He never got a chance.

He stood again, and before he could even see her, was crushed completely, falling to the floor before his mind could begin to function.

The third time he didn't even get the chance to stand before she struck, breaking his neck with a powerful blow.

The fourth time he tried to talk "Please-" he died before he could get a second word in.

? Days Later

Percy hadn't gotten to sleep for however long the lion had been in here. Sometimes it played with him, other times, it just killed him instantly. He'd almost given up trying to stop it.

Almost.

When he regained consciousness for gods knew how many times, he reached out. Freezing Thalia in her spot. He hadn't done this since before he entered Tartarus, both for the skill involved, and how quickly it could go wrong.

But he just needed this to end. Her blood frozen, Oxygen no longer moving through her body, the lion's muscles began to relax, unable to drop to the floor due to Percy holding her up.

He tried to let the blood flow, he just wanted to freeze her in place, not kill her. He tried, and did everything he could, until he noticed something.

She wasn't breathing.

He'd killed her. She became his only companion in Tartarus and he'd killed her.

He tried to relax, to console himself. That wasn't her. She'd died years ago. It didn't fix anything. He looked down at himself and slumped in his cell.

He didn't know what to do, but before he could wallow in self-pity and despair, his vision began to fade, like it did when he was dying.

But unlike when he was dying, instead of fading to black, his world was fading into a bright white.

-0o0o0o0-

Percy woke up once again, but for the first time in years he it wasn't a painful experience.

Wait a second, he hadn't fallen asleep standing up… had he? He looked down at his feet, only to jump at what he saw on his body.

Clothes… he was clean! He hadn't looked like this since he fell into purgatory. He marveled at the smooth feel of his face, clean shaven, the scars and blisters that had long since taken over his face were gone.

Where the Hades was he?

"Percy Jackson."

He shook off his surprise at the sight of his body and looked up to see three old ladies staring back. Though he had only seen them once before, he recognized them in an instant.

Barely attempting to keep the anger out of his glare, he spoke, "Fates." Letting the words come out full of venom, not hiding the resentment behind them.

He refused to bow to them, no matter how powerful they were, after what they'd let happen to his life, he doubted they could do a single thing to make him willingly do so.

Either the three deities didn't notice his disrespect, or they didn't care. He waited for them to speak, but they only acknowledged his words with a nod.

After giving them ample opportunity to speak, he let his own words flow out, "What the Hades do you want with me now? Have I not entertained you enough?"

"We always saw your future set in stone," the fates spoke in unison, "Until the day it all went wrong." Percy narrowed his eyes into a glare, but decided against interrupting. "When you were cast into Tartarus, we were unable to interfere, and attempted to turn in a favor with the Primordial in exchange for you."

For the first time one of the Fates spoke on her own, the name Clotho came to his mind, "We were finally able to turn in our favor and we used it in hope to apologize to you."

Lachesis continued her sentence, "And although freedom from Tartarus will not be enough, we wished to offer you a second part to the bargain."

"Anyone you knew from the past is long dead," Atropos picked up, the truth hitting Percy harder than anything else in Tartarus had. "So, we offer you the only thing we can."

"Freedom." The three spoke as one again.

Percy took a step back in surprise at the word as the Fates continued, "We wish to send you to a world where the Gods have long since left, the monsters of ancient times are trapped or permanently dead, and none from this world will ever be able to reach."

They frowned, "A world we have barely enough power to place you in."

Percy brought back his glare, "And you think this will fix what I've lost?"

The Fates shook their heads in sync, "We cannot rectify what you've lost, only try to help your future, and grant you the last thing we can."

Percy looked to his feet again, contemplating what they were offering, furrowing his brow in thought, "And if I refuse?" The Fates hesitated before answering, "We remove your memories of this meeting, and send you back into Tartarus."

He rolled his eyes at the admission, "Not really giving me much of a choice." The Fates watched impassively, waiting for his answer.

Percy looked up at them for the last time, his last contact with anyone from the place, the world, he grew up.

"I accept."

And white overtook him.

Percy's powers are going to be the same as they are on his Fandom wiki page, but his strength/durability will probably be about the same level as Aqualad. Aqualad will also be getting a buff(part of the story) so that he won't be made completely obsolete by Percy's existence.

Other than Percy the main characters is going to be Roy/Red Arrow, and both are going to be working together for a large part of the story. And no other characters from PJO will be showing up. Pairing are still going to be SB/Miss M, Spitfire, and Nightwing/A lot of Women. Percy is probably going to be getting a pairing, but not right now, his first character arc is going to be him recovering from Tartarus, and will end with him joining the Team.

Let me know your thoughts, hope you enjoyed it