Percy is a product of rape from Orion. He hates his mother for abandoning him originally, but meets Nereus, who tells him to travel the world and come back with good stories. He leaves when he's around 18 and goes to Hindu, Chinese, and Japanese Pantheons to learn more from inner peace to war tactics to artistry. Returns and meets Lupa when they move to Rome and works as a hitman (more or less) while living in peace.

Hades and Hestia are the only gods that know of his existence. Yes, I gave him Zabuza's blade; the creator of Naruto is a Japanese legacy that bases the idea off of Percy's blade (that's just a bit of bullshit that I wrote for myself). Learns a flash step move that appears in this demo.

Bastard Mistake

Percy was not having a good time. First, Grover had called for him, Annabeth, and Thalia to rescue a pair of powerful demigods in Maine. Correction, in winter in Maine. Then, he was a blubbering idiot in front of Annabeth when he asked her to dance.

After that, the kids were taken and he sent Annabeth to get the others while he rushed off after the kids that likely had no idea the mess that had gotten themselves born into.

A couple of poisonous thorns, courtesy of Dr. Thorne that burned something awful, and getting kidnapped (demigod-napped) by the same Manticore.

He was not having fun.

The others showed up to fight off the beast and they held him off for all of 120 seconds, before they were in a bad spot again.

Luckily, the Hunters of Artemis showed up and, with their combined might, they had Thorne cornered.

But they weren't the only ones watching.

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Finally, after millennia of tracking down the Manticore; well, he did take many, many years off to simply travel the world and learn all it had to offer, but that was beside the point.

He had the Manticore in the sights of his mat charcoal Barrett M82 sniper rifle affectionately named 'Silence'. The entire ensemble was custom and enchanted; it had to be, otherwise there would be no way he would make the shot he had lined up.

Originally, he was going to use the silencer, but then he saw his mother and her handmaidens on scene and thought, 'Well, let's make this an interesting show. It has been a few thousand years or so.'

He calibrated his scope along with his inner monologue. '4 knots blowing S to SW.'

The adjusting clicks followed. '2431 meters to target.'

He inhaled deeply and held it.

BANG!

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The Manticore had realized that he was cornered, and he knew that if he came back empty-handed, there would be Hades to pay from the General. He couldn't fight off the entirety of the Hunt as well as the demigod brats, so he made his plan to snag the nearest half-breed and retreat.

Unfortunately for him, the moment he moved forward, a loud BANG echoed throughout the clearing, but before he could even comprehend it, he felt an unrelenting pressure on his forehead.

He thought no more.

A sickening squelch sounded as the gathered demigods and hunters blinked and, where Thorne was a moment ago, resided a now dissolving corpse with a half-inch hole through his forehead, just an inch off of each eyebrow.

None of the gathered group dared to move or even breath for several moments, all trying to grasp their thoughts of what had just occurred.

They were all broken out of their musings by the crunching of snow and the approaching party.

A single man emerged into the clearing standing at a few healthy inches over six foot, with a black cloak and hood. He was broad, yet lithe, and had an interesting arsenal strapped on his person.

The first of note being a massive cleaver-styled sword that stood at least as tall as he did diagonally across his back. Layered over the top of that was a beautiful sniper rifle that almost blended into his cloak.

As experienced demigods and hunters, they could also distinguish a short blade strapped horizontally across his lower back and several pouches that contained Hades knew what. The outfit was complete with steel toed combat boots, but his aura radiated silent authority.

On cue, the hunters trained their aim to him, but he seemed oblivious to it all. Instead, his head was buried in a small leather journal as he scribbled and was mumbling to himself.

"2431 meters. 4 knot winds S to SW. Point of impact: an inch off of both eyebrows. Target: Manticore," he muttered as the lieutenant of the Hunt spoke up.

"Who are you male?" she demanded, but the man didn't pay anyone any attention.

"Silencer not used. Bullet: .50 cal Stygian Iron/Celestial Bronze alloy. Weather impacted shot by less than two degrees. Kill confirmed," he finished and snapped his book closed before tucking it back into one of his pouches and looked at the group.

"The Hunter," he sneered, looking directly at Artemis.

Artemis for her part was confused. She felt an uncomfortable amount of familiarity with the man, but had no clue where to place it.

"Who are you?!" the lieutenant asked louder and the man crossed his hands over his heart in mock hurt.

"You wound me, Ms. Nightshade," he cried, making the demi-titan stiffen.

"Oh my. She didn't tell you of me, did she?" he asked, but didn't wait for an answer.

"Gather around children. It's story time," he declared, making all those there uneasy.

"You see, you heard the myths of how Artemis was swooned by the hunter Orion. How he attempted to rape a hunter and proceeded to try with her Lady," he began and Artemis grew pale with realization.

"But that was a lie. You see, history and myth, is written by the victors. Orion, no he didn't just attempt to rape Artemis. That bastard was successful!" he roared and an aura slammed into the clearing with the man's outrage.

"But perfect little Artemis couldn't let anyone know that she was ever held captive to another man's whims. So, after the scum of a demigod did the deed, she killed him and covered up the bastard child she sired."

"She left him in the woods, in hopes that he would die an early death at the hands of either the monsters or the beasts that resided there," he said mockingly.

"What she wouldn't know because she never bothered to check and see if he was alive, was that the wildlife viewed him as their prince and raised him with the help of the nature spirits," he said and raised his hand to remove his hood.

When the hood lowered and his face was open to all underneath the moonlight, audible gasps sounded throughout the clearing.

The man had remarkably tan skin with a few scars. To Percy, he looked just like his father did, but that wasn't what caused the gasps.

No, it was the unrelenting and piercing silver eyes that held a ring of sea-green just around the pupil and housed small sea-green flecks throughout the rest; not enough to take away from the startling silver, but enough to be noticed.

"Hello, Mother."

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Artemis was numb. Her only son was alive. A product of a rape - her greatest shame - was alive. She felt many things at that moment. Happiness, relief, sorrow, guilt; but mostly, she felt soul crushing self-disappointment.

Still, she couldn't stop her mouth from moving.

"Perseus," she whispered.

"Ah. So she does remember me," he said with his arms spread wide in mock grandeur.

"I've spent millennia wondering what my first encounter with you would be like. So many years, but there are only questions I must ask," he said and looked her unwavering in the eyes from his place across 30 meters the clearing.

"Why did you abandon me?" he asked at a whisper, but it carried throughout the clearing.

Artemis tried to swallow the lump in her throat, successfully retaining her status as an Olympian.

"The Ancient Laws. I knew that if your existence was discovered, you'd be-," she tried to explain, but he cut her off.

"BULLSHIT!" he shouted, making all those gathered flinch.

"Answer me this. Was it because I wasn't born a girl? Because I was born a species that you despise utterly and irrationally?" he demanded, making her stutter.

"I- I," she tried, but was cut off again.

"Or rather was it because I look like a carbon copy of him?" he sneered, making Artemis stammer further as she tried to form a response.

"Well, which was it? Was it because of what hangs between my legs, or was it that I was a constant reminder of your greatest failure? Had I inherited your auburn hair and facial features, would you still have thrown me to the wolves?!" he demanded louder.

Artemis could only stammer and sputter further.

"ANSWER ME, AGROTERA!" he snapped.

That name caused Artemis to freeze entirely. No one, not even her brother, had called her that name since before they became Olympians.

"I thought not," he said softly, almost wistfully before he sighed.

"You're an utter disappointment Artemis. A woman - a goddess - who holds domains of both Chastity and Children, and you broke one and abandoned your own child because of the mechanizations of his birth. Pathetic," he spat, but with noticeably less heat in it.

He sighed heavily again.

"So be it," he murmured.

Time seemed to slow down for Artemis. Perseus took a single step forward, but as his heel made contact with the snow, he disappeared, and reappeared in front of her with the short blade from his lower back at her throat.

None of the gathered group could hope to follow the movement, and Artemis herself was too emotionally compromised to react. Everyone held their breath, waiting for him to strike her down.

Instead, he firmly grabbed her chin and guided her eyes up to his. The blade sheathed at his back and forgotten.

Artemis studied those eyes for what felt like an eternity. Eyes so much like her own, but they held disappointment, sorrow, and grief, but above all those, they held hope and love.

"I am still severely disappointed in you," he said and tightened his grip slightly to keep her from dipping her head in shame.

"But you are still my mother. I could never hate you," he said softly and before anyone realized, Artemis had shifted into an older form of a middle-aged woman and cried onto her son's shoulder.

Artemis gripped him like a lifeline as she bawled her eyes out. She cried out all her shame and grief over leaving her only child millennia ago, but she also cried for her hope. Hope that she could salvage their relationship and a determination to make sure he didn't hate her.

Perseus just wrapped his arms lightly, yet firmly and reassuringly around her, rubbing her back as she cried.

The others had no idea what to do.