Whispers
I introduce you to Greek God Perseus, of Time, Earth, Tides, Loyalty, Love, Wildness and Battles. And I introduce you to Roman God Draco, of Time, Earth, Tides, Loyalty, Love, Wildness and Battles.
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It has been two years since Percy disappeared.
And anyone can see how one simple thing affected all the people in the Camp and on Olympus.
The Demigods were hostile towards one another for no reason other than their views on Percy Jackson. The Olympic Council always fought after every meeting, some saying that Perseus be found and brought back and others saying that he be hunted. The Minor Gods' relations began to deteriorate and they were always unspoken of unless someone supported Perseus Jackson.
And yet, no action was taken.
Grover knew that because he was always punished when he tried to make peace.
Annabeth was the friend he had the longest and when he supported her, he always felt as if he was betraying himself.
Percy was his best friend and whenever he supported him, he was threatened to be killed by the Order of Gods.
It irked him and he hated it, but he did nothing.
Grover was the Lord of the Wild and Pan's Heir, yet he could do nothing. He could only pray to Percy's father, Poseidon, to ensure that Percy stayed alive.
But after Poseidon left Olympian Council, causing a lot of chaos, even that hope was lost. He could do nothing anymore and that never settled well with him.
Juniper had told him that she could never help Grover when he had asked if she can, she was always rooted to one spot and Grover had accepted readily that it was not her fault.
"Underwood"
Grover turned and met a bulky figure, a person who was never on friendly terms with him and a person he mutually disliked. Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares, and overall Phobia around Camp Olympia.
After she openly supported Percy, she was removed from her position as the Head Counsellor of Ares Cabin and mostly avoided by the younger campers.
Only the Campers who lived after the War against Mother Gaia talked and stayed with her, for they were regarded as pariahs as well because they supported Percy. And Grover knew that he was just like Hermes was in this area, a risk.
Lord Hermes had met Grover a lot of times during this time and both of them were so busy that it was quite rare that the two met. But the two had found a cautious friendship between them.
Lord Hermes and Grover were the only two people who were not firmly on a side and both of them had found they just cannot choose. Hermes had lost his son due to Percy (Or that is how Hermes thinks) but he likes Percy (And that's saying something). Grover, on the other hand, was stuck between his two best friends.
Clarisse said, "Underwood, we know you support the Apollyon. You are encouraged to meet the Stolls or Solace."
Grover nodded and smiled confidently, acknowledging that he accepts the statement.
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Percy watched as Nico practically ran out of the door to his shack with Mrs O'Leary, he knew that the young man would be feeling practically suffocating after long hours of talk.
Percy would have been just like Nico was at this age. He grew up in a hostile environment with just a supporting mother (and a sister too, for Nico) and then received the greatest shock of his life when he discovered the Gods. And then, dangerous adventures and selfless movements became common.
But Percy had practically preserved Nico from maturing more than he needed to, Nico was still a kid in some ways that Percy couldn't practically compare himself to, and Percy will like to keep it that way.
Percy ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to make them lay flat but giving up a minute later.
He stood up and thought of how he could get his revenge, something he wanted as long as he had become immortal.
"Seaweed Brain's gonna get you, Wise Girl."
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A figure with smooth pale skin and black sunglasses entered the hall. He had short obsidian black hair and an earring in his left ear. He had a permanent smirk and was wearing a golden chest plate upon his clothes.
A scar ran from his neck and a sombre black chlamys complemented his broad shoulders. His clean-shaven face had the beginnings of stubble but nothing too much.
He walked to the woman on the throne in the hall, and said, "Sister"
The woman received a skull mask from her face to show her sunken white eyes, her black lips curled into a mischievous smile. Her face looked blue, and she looked like she hadn't seen the Sun in her life.
She adjusted her black robe and said almost fondly, "Dolos, how have you been?"
The man with sunglasses, Dolos, said, "I have been happy entirely, Sister, though I wonder how have you been after seeing Perseus claiming immortality."
The woman emitted a carnal growl and said in a low voice, "Not for long, Dolos, though I would like to hear how you heard of it. I had thought our Mother has cast you away from the Council."
Dolos' smirk grew and an orange glow appeared behind his sunglasses, he said, "Apate has been sucking up to Mother a lot recently."
The Woman on the Throne nodded and said jokingly, "She has always been deceitful."
Dolos chuckled and said, "She is our little fraud sister, isn't she, Achyls?"
The Woman on the Throne, Achyls, nodded and then confided, "She has always been sneakier than me, even after I created my Death Mist."
Dolos said, "Of course, but I digress. Now, what are we gonna do with that little kid, Jackson?"
Achyls involuntarily touched her neck to make sure it was okay before saying, "He would pay to have messed with Achyls, Mistress of Misery. Though I have no plans as I was waiting for you, my mischievous little brother."
Dolos removed his sunglasses to show bloody holes where there should be his eyes and fire erupting from them. He said, grinning, "Ah, so you are looking for the Master of Trickery? Well, here I am."
Achyls sighed and said, "Be more original, brother."
The orange fire in Dolos' eyes burnt more aggressively as his face became twisted with darkness. He looked quite intimidating like that, whenever he was serious. He said happily, "Like the time we tricked Hypnos into staying awake for millennia?"
"Yes."
"Fantastic."
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"Percy, you need to get out of your home more often."
Percy sighed and said, "Nico, Thunderpants has Demigods and Hunters look for me, I am the safest here. In my self-exile."
Nico shook his head and argued, "Your looks and aura have changed a lot. Anyway, you could control both of them easily enough too."
Percy seemed to stare into space before he responded, "I do get out, Nico. Who else can be the Phantom in the night, but I?"
Nico sighed and then responded, "Percy, being a vigilante isn't getting out once in a while, it's not even your job, you are doing it as a hobby, no matter how nice of you it is. I meant, like, going to the park with Mrs O'Leary, eating at a restaurant and just going out with friends."
Percy let out a bitter laugh and said from his sitting position, "Going out? Friends? Now, you are joking! That's normal people stuff, I haven't done that in years. The last time I did that, it was just after Kronos got defeated. And, of course, that didn't last long, did it?"
Nico stood up and asked harshly, "Would you rather be stuck inside forever, safe and alone, or would you rather be happy?"
Percy hung his head down as Nico continued, "Percy, I know time changes people but I also know that, even through time, their basic qualities remain the same, even if they are deep inside. Hell, even Zeus remained the same powerful king even if he is now a bastard of the highest degree."
Percy closed his eyes and then said, "Go, I will think."
Nico went away, knowing he won.
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Apollo asked, "Wanna come, Perce?
Percy was about to say 'yes' but then instinctively replied, "No, thanks, I am fine."
Apollo advised, "It is good to go out once in a while, Percy. Go to parks, flirt with women, go to a cafe or two, flirt with women, go to a pub with the lads, seduce some women or a lad, you know the usual."
Percy pointed out, "I do go out, Apollo. I go out as the Phantom at night, to save the demigods from the monsters and the mortals from injustice, as a de-"
"Shut up, nerd."
Percy frowned and asked, "Isn't that just Athena?"
Apollo nodded and answered, "Yes, and even Athena is more fucking relaxed than you, my friend."
Percy retorted, "Fuck off, dude."
Apollo stated, "I will drag you out of this shack if I need to, but I will get you out today, even if I don't get to bed a being or a beast, I need a good buddy I can trust, who will bring me back when I have a hangover."
Percy said, "Take Nico."
Apollo shook his head and said, "I am not going to take my son's boyfriend so he can get some blackmail on me. Anyway, he isn't even 21, he ain't allowed in the bar, old man."
Percy retorted, "Fuck off."
"Yeah, no. Come with me, right now."
AN: So, I might not be correct in my research, but according to what I have found, in Greek Mythology, Dolos is the spirit of trickery and the master of craftiness and deception, Achlys (She is mentioned in the House of Hades as the old woman from Tartarus that Percy almost choked by controlling her Ichor) is the personification of sorrow, and Apate is the personification of deceit.
The three of them are children of Nyx, though Dolos can be a child of Gaia as well according to other accounts. I think they are Primordials or at least not Titans or Gods, answers to that would be helpful.
Achlys seems to be the up and coming Primodial big baddie though, right?