Greetings to my chocolate cream cakes!

Did you think that you would soon have chapter one of this little project?

Well, here it is, Chapter 1 of Born to Kill and Die. A little variation that occurred to me when I started reading the Percy Jackson saga again, and thinking:

"Hey, what would happen if a half-breed was raised by a monster?"

Well, here's the answer: our beloved Percy will live a childhood away from a less than orthodox upbringing, and don't think that Medusa will have it so easy either. Being a mom is hard, whether you're mortal or not.

I confess that the first two or three chapters may seem a little slow in advancing the story, but I want to lay a good foundation for it before Percy arrives at camp and starts to turn it all upside down. As is his custom...

For the time being, get ready for a chapter where confusion, tenderness and some humor will prevail:

Chapter 1

"I'll take care of you"

Of course, it was difficult.

A legendary monster like the great gorgon Medusa, raising a little mortal?

How absurd! No one would have ever believed it.

And no one ever had to know. That would be easy. The same fate awaited those poor devils who would end up in his business by chance or any suicidal idiot who would voluntarily go into his lair. They would all end up becoming part of his inventory. In profits that would be invested to take care of little Percy.

-Because of Erebo! How long has it been since I cleaned up? -I claim the afternoon after I got the baby.

First things first: I couldn't raise a child in a place full of dust and rats. So I had placed the baby seat, where the infant would have to sleep until I found something more suitable, on one of the picnic tables by the back door under the shade of an umbrella. Thus, while Percydormed she had adjusted her veil, rolled up the sleeves of her dress and taken an old feather duster from her office. Although the latter was as dusty as the rest of the place. After several hours of shaking, wiping every surface of the furniture with a damp towel and sweeping, she could only moan in frustration that she still had to clean the outside.

It was the turn to use the rake to sweep up all the dry leaves that were everywhere. And also to clean the tables. It is worth adding that he was scared to death to see the baby so quiet, he had completely forgotten about it because he was cleaning! Luckily her chest was moving to the rhythm of her breathing. She breathed a sigh of relief and slapped herself for being so careless. But seeing that little face was enough motivation to continue her work. This time it was much easier to clean, perhaps because the weather outside was so nice for cold-blooded creatures like her, or perhaps it was just that she had to turn slightly to see that beautiful little ball of flesh.

-Look at the small guy, everything looks so clean. He had spent a whole day cleaning his place from top to bottom. It was evening time and I took advantage of the fact that the baby had woken up to give him a tour, while he was still showing off a little bit of his hard work. That even their statues had received a much needed hose bath-Mmm, although not very homely ...

The floorboards creaked from time to time, and the walls looked somewhat cracked and stained with moisture. She was also sure there were a couple of leaks in the ceiling, although she only knew of one for sure that was the one that was right over her chair in the office.

-Buaahhh! Buahh! -I was so focused considering what almost jumped out when the little one in her arms began to cry. Medusa thanked him silently that no one had seen her.

-She asked worriedly, looking through her veil. Everything seemed fine: there was no blood, he didn't seem to be hurt and there was definitely no scorpion on him. Then why the hell was he crying so much? She tried to gesture to him, although almost immediately he felt foolish because with the veil it was not funny. He tried to cuddle, but the infant wouldn't even listen to him.

He was starting to get really distressed when something clicked in his head. And not just one of his snakes. He was hungry! The boy hadn't eaten anything since the night before, so it was logical that he was inconsolable.

-The Gorgon looked everywhere for a solution. She could not love him. And the only grocery store was far away, would they sell baby food anyway?

I was on the verge of screaming in frustration when a package materialized on the store counter.

Great, his lava-wash had all arrived. He didn't need disinfectant! He needed to eat-

-Moment -That was it! If I couldn't go shopping, I just had to order delivery. He ran to his office and filled out one of the Hermes X-Press primers. She was a little unsure about the box that said "Fresh Baby Food...Deadly" but it didn't hurt to try. She chose the option "Immediate delivery" and placed several drachmas in a leather bag. It was only a few seconds of waiting when his solution came in a little white glow - Oh son of a -

The rest of his oath was overshadowed by the goat's bellow on his counter. She was pretty, very light brown, with a big white spot on her side and a bib with the Hermes Xpress logo. Okay, she had taken the "Fresh" part very literally, but at least they had sent a couple of bottles as a courtesy. It was already something he could do.

-You wait here," Percy-L told the baby, who still had his cheeks corked with tears but at least he was no longer crying because he was more interested in the goat.

The goat was afraid of him. And very much so.

The poor little animal didn't even move when it was taken down from the counter and carried to the back. Medusa could sense how he was shaking as he believed himself to be about to be devoured, and could not prevent a new feeling from springing up in his being: Guilt. She just wanted some milk, it wouldn't do her any harm. That's why he tried to calm her down by passing his hand over the mammal's nose, although it only had the opposite effect.

-Well, not that it's a soft touch- -I whisper looking at the claw I had in my hand. The citrine skin stuck to their bones showing their veins, their fingers were long and ended in sharp copper claws. She would also feel fear. So he rushed to milk her. At first he feared he had frightened her so much that she would give nothing, but luckily that was not the case; he filled a pot quickly and rushed to tie her to one of the beams in the back. He would prepare a small corral for her, more tasks...

Leaving that detail aside for a moment, he had to hurry with the food for Percy.

-Look little one, I already have your milk-Announcement animated back inside the store. And almost as if he knew that this was his food, little Percy smiled a little as he raised his arms.

Luckily, the old grill where I used to prepare the hamburgers turned out to be perfect for heating the milk. Although she was not sure how much to do it, so she left it just warm. I prepare one of the bottles up to the top and put the children's rubber cap on it. Being ready, there was no reason to leave the little one waiting any longer. When he saw the bottle, Percy extended his hands as far as they could and between his little fingers, he held the ears of the jar itself and brought it to his lips and began to drink hard.

-Afffh...-A longing sigh escaped from Medusa's chest. She had hoped to be able to feed him, but little Percy seemed to be past the stage of needing help with that. Anyway, he looked very adorable holding his bottle while keeping his big eyes fixed on her. Those big, bright green eyes that had stabbed her deep the night before and were strangely warm to her.

You wouldn't be able to tell if there was really something going on in the little one's mind, would you be wondering why there was that strange veiled woman feeding him instead of his mother? Or was the milk too cold? Would there be a little more anyway? Or maybe he was just staring into the void as he filled his stomach. Anyway, while Percy was eating she would go and take care of that pile of rats that were hidden under the floorboards of the house. The best thing was that she only had to take a look and holy remedy, she could even sell some of them as decoration in some promotion that she would later announce.

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The following days were a real hell.

She quickly learned that being a mother was a full-time job, whose tasks were never finished. No sir, there was only a small amount of time off that had to be spent on other tasks. Among them: preparing a suitable space for the little one, anyway, she did not use her office at all. She only had to take out a couple of file cabinets and move them behind the sideboard. In the free space she had a cradle, because she couldn't leave the little one in the baby car seat all her life. Then she had to make a pen for the animal, who kept shrinking in her presence, but at least she kept giving milk. He seemed content with a corner in the back space, perhaps because he could hide behind the stone statues of girl scouts.

And even though having to deal with night crying and surprise diaper changes, which he had ordered a gigantic supply of disposable diapers because there was no way he was going to hand wash them as he did in his time, it was quite tiring. She had to admit that she was starting to acquire a certain taste for routine. She used to spend her days sitting around waiting for a possible victim, or preparing shipments. Statues of satyrs for the underworld and statues of maidens for a spa in the sea of monsters, those at least were the ones that left her the most profit. But boredom was inherent in waiting. Now, it was the opposite. She would get up early, take the milk out of the fridge and warm a whole pot for Percy, who usually waited for her standing up in her crib holding on to the edges of it and with a radiant expression on his face.

-Don't get a cold pack-I used to tell him after I gave him his bottle. Percy never left a drop, and found it adorable to hear him burp after eating.

After breakfast he would sit at his desk and calculate the new changes to his budget, now he had many more expenses. And while he didn't think he was skimping on anything, there was nothing disdainful about his savings account, if there were several things going on in his mind:

-Small, would you like a- -Small? -Another nice change was having someone to talk to. After so many years alone, having someone to listen to him was an improvement - Percy! What wasn't so nice was the little one's ability to get out of his crib and go poking around. Luckily, he couldn't crawl very far-Jooh, you're so restless-he said after cutting him off on his way to the door, his tone was playful as he took the little one in his hands up and down. One way to make him laugh and at the same time keep him away from his veil. She didn't want any kind of accident - like a puppy...

-Before the last part Percy gave a childish laugh. Which he passed on to the Gorgon:

-Do you like puppy? -He suggested with fun- Well I'll tell you, puppy! Do you want to go on the road?

It was no secret that most monsters despised the sun for obvious reasons. For Medusa it was different. She only hated the light. It just reminded her of her past. Of showing her a bright world to which she no longer belonged. But with the arrival of Percy, she could bear it. The little boy needed that vitamin D that some mortals talked about, and Percy enjoyed watching the cars go by and pointing at them while saying "Tuto," which Medusa always encouraged:

-Yes, yes, blue tuto... -I wasn't sure how much I could hold on to the deadly puppy. But colors were always one of the most basic things, weren't they?

It was almost noon when they returned to the interior, it was almost time for Percy's lunch and he seemed to remember her always in a punctual way. But while he was walking back, Medusa took the opportunity to look at the whole of "Aunt Eme's Gnome Emporium", she didn't even remember when she had arrived there. The construction was old, worn out and very old-fashioned. Clearly a place not fit to raise a child. And although he had been considering moving to a newer, less corroded place before. The thought of leaving the emporium caused her a very unpleasant stomach upset. She wasn't sure because she suddenly felt attached to a pile of boards and bricks, it was stupid.

Still, he didn't want to leave.

-Good puppy..." he said from his desk after returning Percy to his crib, with his teapot in his hands. "Don't you know the number of a good contractor?

If they were going to stay, I had to make several changes.

Six years later:

-Puppy! Lunch! -It was a cool September afternoon. The cool autumn breezes were getting colder and colder, a clear sign of the coming winter. But the floor at the back of the house was still covered with dry leaves, revealing a beautiful orange carpet that glowed in the sunlight. -He muttered to himself, the Gorgon with her arms in jars.

-One of you was announced, of course, from the woods. A few seconds later, the little boy who was once trapped inside his stepfather's car for several hours emerged. At the age of seven, Percy was wearing a Boy Scout uniform, already somewhat worn and very dirty from playing in the dirt.

-I told you to clean the leaves-Medusa's spit gently but firmly-After eating, take the rake, is that clear?

-Yes, ma'am," the little one agreed with a smile from ear to ear. Medusa sighed with resignation, it was difficult to get angry with that little face. "Mom, Mom..." I called him suddenly as if I had just remembered something important and it was a secret.

-Oh, really? I ask with a slight hiss in his voice and a smile on his lips... Well, what are you waiting for?

Percy turned around and ran back to the pine tree where the satyr told him he would wait. He was nervous and expectant, over there he smelled a lot of monster. He shouldn't have let that boy go alone, he wasn't entirely sure, but he had a slight suspicion that he was a half-breed. Despite the stench of snakes on him:

-Mr. Fernando! -Mr. Fernando! -I almost jumped when the little one suddenly appeared behind the pine tree trunk. But first I have to have dinner.

-A-ah, it's okay, kid. -You sure your mom doesn't mind me?

-Nope!" Anxiously stepped forward Percy, who almost seemed to vibrate with excitement. Mind you," he added with a big smile, "you can't leave without taking a picture. Mom loves taking pictures!

To be continued...

END NOTES:

And so we come to the end of the first chapter of this small initiative of linguistic expansion hahaha

What did you think? Did you like it? Did you love it? Did I pique your curiosity, even just a little bit?

First, I am using an online translator. Pretty good, but we know that they are not infallible so any error or thing you find out of place, I will gladly read your observations. And if you want to comment on the story I'll be happy to read you also hahaha

What do you guys say? Will you give this new story a chance in your language? I hope so.

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