So hi. This is take two for me. I had a hp/pjo crossover going for a few months but I took that down. I really just kind of wanted to get some feedback on what you guys think is a terrible idea and should be cast into Tartarus, and what might actually be a decent idea

Disclaimer: Everything you read is going to be very rough, reviews are much appreciated

Disclaimer 2: All characters and such belong to Rick Riordan, not me.

"We did it Perseus, we did it," Zeus muttered as he knelt over his mentor's prone body, by his side, stood the other 5 Olympians.

Perseus' mouth split open in a bloody grin, "Yes, we did. But you must remain vigilant," Perseus' smile faded, " He will return, and you must be prepared for it,"

Zeus snorted, "Even with my father's scythe in your gut, you can't stop lecturing me,"

Perseus smirked, "And maybe this time, you'll take my advice,"

Zeus rolled his eyes, "Oh come on, I'll just keep you around to make sure I do,"

Perseus did not smile, instead, his expression turned grim, "I'm afraid that I will not be around much longer."

Now it was Zeus' turn to frown, "What? You can't mean..."

Perseus smirked sarcastically, "I'm afraid I won't be coming to the coronation,"

Zeus sat stunned for a moment, "But-but you can't die! Gods can't die!" he protested.

Perseus' smirk faded, and he shook his head, "It is very rare, but neither God nor Titan is truly immortal. When everything they stood for is gone, they will fade alongside with it."

Perseus looked down at the gaping wound in his stomach, then at the bloodied scythe that lay next to him. Forged by Gaia herself, out of grey Adamantine, the strongest material known to God and man alike, to defeat her husband Ouranos.

"Or if it has been ordained, by Ananke itself," he finished grimly.

"The prophecy?" Zeus asked quietly.

"Yes," Perseus replied.

There was no need for other words. They both knew what line it was referring to, And the night shalt falleth to maketh way f'r dawn, a dawn of a new age. Ananke's prophecies were usually a tossup between completely beyond godly understanding and fairly simple to understand. This one thankfully-or sadly fell on the latter side of the spectrum.

Perseus coughed, a wet wheezing sound. A bit of ichor dribbled from between his lips, and he spat it to the side. Zeus tried to put a hand on Perseus' shoulder to steady him, but Perseus grabbed it.

"You must promise me, not to fall into depravity as your father did."

Zeus nodded shakily, "I will, I swear on the Styx,"

Perseus smiled shakily, "Goo-" he started coughing again, it was obvious his time was running out.

Perseus' gaze shifted to the rest gods gathered before him, Hades, Poseidon, Hestia, Demeter, and Hera.

"It is the duty of each, and every one of you to rule your part of the world with diligence and honor. I may not have known you long, but I believe you shall all be some of the bes-"

Perseus' voice collapsed, and he coughed again. After several minutes of this, he spoke again, his voice now raspier, "It seems I do not have much time."

Perseus stood shakily, his knees were barely holding his considerable weight, and he had to support himself on his sword. He stumbled slowly towards the center of the battlefield, ignoring the supporting hands of the other gods.

Once he reached it, he raised his sword and mumbled something that none of the gods could make out, and then, he plunged his sword into the earth, creating a wall of darkness even Hades could not see through.

When the darkness cleared, Perseus was gone. In his place stood a small shrine with very little ornamentation. The majority of it was made out of a black stone that seemed to absorb the surrounding light with a golden trim around the edges. In the middle was Perseus' sword, πίστη, or Loyalty embedded halfway into the stone.

And so ended the first Titanomachy. Several centuries of bloodshed and war over. All it cost was the life of a dear friend.

Do you guys think the sword shrine or the cemetery would make for a better monument for Percy?

In his place stood a white marble gate. The stone seemed to have swirls of darkness that moved within it, and gold filament wrapped around the edges. There was a wall too, a relatively small one that only extended a few hundred feet, made of the same material as the gate.

The gods walked silently through the gate only to find-
"Gravestones?"

Perseus looked around curiously, "So this is the Void huh,"

He was standing in a small living room that was sparsely decorated. There were a few chairs of odd construction, and the walls had a few remarkably well-made paintings. He wasn't sure who they were, but he saw mortals wearing short orange tunics, a few satyrs and dryads, and a strangely refined-looking centaur.

"Indeed it is, young god," a voice spoke from a doorway Perseus hadn't noticed before.

Before Perseus stood a tall man... or woman? It was difficult to tell. Their skin was as black as the night sky and studded with little white dots. Their hair was a perfect opposite, bright as the sun and dotted with little specks of black. They had no aura, but this could only be one being.

"Greetings, Creator," Perseus said, bowing slightly.

"Just Khaos is fine," Khaos said, "And no need to bow either,"

"Of course, Creator," Perseus said, smirking a bit.

Khaos studied Perseus for a moment before smiling, "I think I chose well,"

Perseus' brow furrowed for a moment, "Sorry, 'chose'?" he asked.

"The reason you are here instead of joining your fallen brethren," Khaos clarified.

Silence.

"And what would that reason be?" Perseus asked expectantly.

Khaos snorted, "So impatient. Very well, the reason I have brought you here is... boredom."

Perseus cocked his head curiously, "I'm not following,"

"I am all-powerful. I see everything that is and will be. But because of that, I cannot enjoy the things that mortals claim to make existence so great."

Perseus raised an eyebrow, "You learn from mortals?"

Khaos shrugged, "You would be surprised how much immortality blinds us to truths that mortals think obvious,"

Perseus shrugged, "You're the one who was just talking about how you're all-powerful,"

Khaos shook his head, "Anyway, to make it short, I wish to place you outside my purview."

"You want to make me a wild card?" Perseus guessed, "So I can surprise you,"

"Essentially, yes,"

Perseus thought about that for a moment, "Does that mean I will be sent back to the mortal world?"

"Correct, although not as a god, and not at the same time either," Khaos said.

"You would take away my godhood?" Perseus asked, slightly affronted. His godhood was as much a part of him as his arms were. Taking it away was... a scary prospect.

"Godhood removes much of the challenge associated with life. This is as much of an experiment as it is a game." Khaos tried to placate Perseus, "I'm not really taking it away either, just putting a cap on it. The only real difference is that you will return to the Void as you should have without my interference."

"Oh," Perseus said, having been reminded that this new life he was being granted was borrowed time.

He glanced around, "How do I start?"

"Excellent," Khaos' smile was slightly terrifying.

So how's that? It's pretty short not gonna lie, but hopefully, you got an idea of what I'm going to do because I have no idea.