Camp Jupiter: War Games

Title

Nyssa

Defense, Cohort I

Angel and Demon AU where Character X is the perfect angel and Character Y the malevolent demon.

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Anyway, hi. Angel and Demon AU for the Camp Jupiter: War Games forum. :) Percabeth-ish.
P.S: I'm pretty sure I know absolutely nothing about mythological angels, so...take everything written below with a grain of salt.

Our Personal Demons

For Perseus, Demons were bad. After all, he was an Angel, the son of the Archangel Poseidon, and Angels and Demons didn't mix.

So when he found himself in the company of the Demon, he knew he was in trouble. If he wasn't careful, he'd fall, and Fallen Angels were the worst. His friend Luke had become a Fallen Angel after his father, the Archangel Hermes, had 'abandoned' him. Luke had fallen in with a bad crowd, and now he was gone.

Perseus had never even heard of this Demon.

Her lips were impossibly red and pulled up in a smirk. Her eyes were flinty and gray, and her hair was honey blond and curly. He knew it was all a front. Demons didn't look like this.

"Perseus," she grinned mockingly. "Son of Poseidon."

"Archangel Poseidon," he corrected. "And it's Percy. Not Perseus." He looked around. He sat on an old, creaky wooden chair, rope wound loosely and lazily around his wrists and the back of the chair. The Demon hadn't tried. She wasn't trying now. "What did you do, Fiend?"

"I'm hurt," the Demon replied. "I found you. I saved you. I brought you into a safe space...and yet, all you can say is 'what did you do'... I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything less."

"Well, excuse me if I'm a bit distrustful," he shot back before he could help himself. "Your kind are untrustworthy creatures."

"Truly an honor to meet you, Son of Poseidon." The Demon continued. "But if you wish, I could leave you in the company of my mother. You'll fall..." she snapped her fingers. "Like that."

"I'm good," he said hurriedly. "Who is your mother, Miss...?"

"Athene, we call her." The Demon's eyes flashed. "Ever the gentleman, aren't we Perseus? The perfect Angel. Looking down upon the malevolent Demons, the Fiends, swearing never to fall."

Perseus narrowed his eyes. "I'm not perfect. And why wouldn't I look down on your kind?"

"We aren't so different, Perseus." The Demon said softly. "Go on. Leave...before you 'fall'."

"Why did you bring me here?" He asked boldly. "You owe me nothing."

"And now you owe me."

"That's not why you did it. Why would you help me? If you hadn't, you would have gotten what Demons want. I would have been captured and fallen, or held until you got my father to do something. So why would you help me instead?"

The Demon tilted her head. "Perhaps there's just the tiniest spark of goodness in my horrible, terrible, evil, malevolent, nasty Demonic heart." He began to shake his head.

"If Angels can fall, can't Demons rise?"