Decided to lose some sleep to get this done, took too long upload last time.

Chapter Two

Everyone stared in shock as their missing saviour stood before them, with more power rolling off of him than every god in the room combined. You would think that after seeing their hero after almost two years, they'd be happy to see him, some happy enough to run up and hug him. However, the cold look in his eyes stopped them, they way his eyes seemed to frost over even more as he looked at each of them. Also, even after Lady Chaos hid more of her power to make it easier to breathe, the other two weren't with that program and the Olympians were once again trapped in their seats.

"Aight, it's rather awkward in here so I'll introduce myself. My name is Isaiah Kee, codename Void and I am the leader of the Chaotic Assassins. I am technically a primordial, but I am without the bonds that restrict them from moving freely. If I accepted the seat of power, I'd be on par with Chaos herself, but I will happily sacrifice power if it means I don't have to follow some stupid ass rule book. My domains are Stealth, Strength, Entertainment, and unfortunately Emotions. I am here with my right and left hand assassins and their top trainees to tackle Tartarus and his army. I will personally beat the shit out of Tartarus and my assassins will deal with the leaders of his army, his financial officers, and anyone else whose death will cripple his attack. I was born on this planet in 1964 and was believed to have died in Camp Jupiter when my fellow praetor Michael Varus led his entire cohort to death in the 1980s. Lady Chaos saw the amount of pressure upon me with the Legion split between going there too and avenging their leader or listening to the augur who said to wait for the Prophecy of Seven. She said that they would not benefit from my sensible thinking and would be better off fighting amongst themselves until they came to their senses so she plucked me up and trained me." The gods were able to focus on Void long enough to listen to what he had to say and some who recognized him temporarily shifted into their Roman forms to acknowledge the former praetor with respect for his service.

After everyone began looking at Percy expectantly, and Void dramatically leaned forward to stare at him as well, he sighed and finally stepped forward to speak. "My name is Percy Jackson, codename Frost and I am the Commander of the Chaotic Army. I am a primordial in the same way as Void stated and my domains are Liquids, Tactics, Temperature and Battle. I am here with my captains and their lieutenants, along with 200 of my elite soldiers to tackle the forces Tartarus throws at us. I will ensure that his army is destroyed, base of operations obliterated and anyone who may attempt to help him is dead before they can 'avenge' him. I was born on this planet 21 years ago and was believed to have died while protecting the Hunters of Artemis when the revived Orion and his three Titan lackeys attacked them. Lady Chaos saw the sacrifice I was willing to make and didn't want me to go to waste in death so she took me before my soul drifted from my body and began training me." At this the occupants of the room were shocked, not only to hear that Percy had gotten more powerful, but also that he had his own army and was confident that only 200 men could take on millions of monsters. To their dismay, they were unable to detect any mirth from him, lowering their hopes of the same old Percy returning to them.

"Percy, you know these people better than Isaiah and he's being a better audience. I'd appreciate if you would be a little warmer despite you being…. You."

"Easier said than done m'lady, you know this is the last place I want to be," causing the gods to wince at his blatant disregard for them, "and that the amount of attacks Tartarus has started is unbelievably annoying. The captains are coming here so the lieutenants are the ones in charge but are acting incompetent. I may have to publicly murder someone to get people to do things the right way." With every angry word, more and more frost spread around Percy, in a rather eerily way. Percy's indifference to a person's life scared the Olympians, leaving them wondering how much he changed since they last saw him.

As if summoned, small TV screen appears before Percy, displaying a young man in similar armor to the set Percy had showed up wearing and had a sword of ice is the insignia on his breastplate. Percy immediately became annoyed and glared at the guy.

"Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt but we have lost our lieutenant. We -,"

"Excuse me? You 'lost' your lieutenant? Does that even sound like it makes any sort of fucking sense? How do you lose someone that you are supposed to be following through the planet?" The man didn't know whether or not these were rhetorical questions and was frightened at his commander's reaction.

"I truly apologize sir, we have sent search parties out and have men on spiders flying around to look. I don't -,"

"Have you at least recovered her armor?"

"H- ho- how would get her armor if we cannot find her, I'm sure she wouldn't have discarded her armor -,"

"HOW FUCKING RETARDED CAN YOU BE?! EVERYONE IN OUR ARMY CAN BE TRACKED BY TOUCHING YOUR INSIGNIA AND THINKING OF THE PERSON INVOLVED! The fact that this wasn't your first step is actually concerning and may constitute for suspension, expulsion, or death. Depends on how I'm feeling later." The young man looked ready to protest but Percy punch the screen, breaking it before the man could protest. The throne room was deathly silent after viewing the interaction between Percy and a soldier of his.

Well, silent until a slightly obnoxious laugh arose from Chaos' right side and everyone turned to Isaiah who was wheezing on the ground, trying to catch his breath. The gods didn't understand why a soldier getting chewed out was funny, but this was a primordial with the domain of entertainment.

"How many times was that in the past week bro?"

"...Fifteen," Percy says with an annoyed expression on his face. "When this is all over, we need to have another army wide meeting like we did 1,400 years ago."

At that sentence, the gods became very confused. How could Percy have been present for a meeting that he wasn't alive for?

"I still don't think they take you too seriously bro, you joined the army three thousand years ago and became commander in less than 500 years, kind of insulting to people who had been there since before you were born."

"If that's the case, they need a reminder of what it means to be cold," Percy smirked, with a cruel look in his eyes. The contrast between the Percy they knew and this Percy made everyone uncomfortable and wondering what made him change this way.

"Now that the randosity has dissipated, we can move on to formalities. These two young men are the leaders of my home planet Chaotica and have grown in many ways since they first showed up. Isaiah here joined when your planet reached its 1984th year. Time travels differently throughout the universe, but he has served for about twelve thousand years and will hopefully stay for twenty thousand more. He excels in the arts of stealth, quick and silent murder, fighting enemies more than twice his size, using his raw power to fight and taking down the most powerful of foes in one on one battles, and the most useful one being his ability to distract his enemy with words. His domains are a big tribute to his success and I don't even have doubt that he could kill everyone in this room before they could acknowledge his presence, so for the safety of your own lives, don't try him or you will die. Percy joined a year and 8 months ago for your planet and due to the difference in the flow of time, he has served for about four thousand years and plans to stay until he fades. He has mastered the arts of combat, battle tactics, taking down a large number of enemies efficiently, using weapon skill to overcome raw power that his foes may have, and ultimately demonstrates the criteria for success when it come to being the commander of an army. His domains outline his status on Chaotica and there is no one in the universe, including me, that would be able to surpass his intelligence in battle strategy."

After hearing this explanation of Percy and Isaiah's skills in their main expertise, the gods didn't know whether or not to be afraid of them or to respect them, but they did know that these two men were far out of their league and shouldn't be trifled with. There was a clear contrast between the Percy that was powerful, able to take over a battlefield, and somehow succeed through winging everything he did, and the Percy before them that was battle hardened, calculative, and tactical.

A portal opened in front of Isaiah, and out of it came a moon-like ball, glowing with power, but also felt like if it weren't in front of their faces, they would have missed the appearance of whoever created it. A beam of light shined onto the ground and a person was formed though the beam. The figure stepped forward, revealing a woman, about 5'9 wearing dark blue button up polo shirt, white jeans and light blue converses. Her shirt had two buttons undone from the top, knowingly or not, showing the top of her C cup breasts. Her black belt tightened her pants to where her ass was clearly defined, and the men in the room appreciated the definition. Her long black hair was flowing down her back, her skin copper colored, but beautifully pure. The most interesting part of her, that cause Artemis to gasp and Thalia to stare in shock, were her volcanic eyes that could either convey swift death, or undying loyalty, depending on who she laid her eyes upon.

"The King of Dd-4 sends his regards," Zoë Nightshade says with a sinister smirk on her face, before bringing up a bloody necklace, "and was more than happy to give up the cursed jewelry, so happy that he stopped breathing too." With that she tosses the necklace to Isaiah, who in turn, drops it into a mini vortex that appeared under his hand.

Before anyone could properly react to Zoë's apparent revival, a light fluttering could be heard throughout the throne room, increasing in volume and seemingly getting closer until a bright light appeared from the ceiling. An angelic figure descends from the light, her wings being the source of the fluttering noise. As the figure landed, everyone could clearly see that that was a female with bright white wings, a blue blouse with white and black polka dotted pants. Her short heels were white to compliment her outfit, but her clothing was tight enough to see her E cup breasts and a nice ass to match. Her black eyes conveyed madness hidden behind great intellect, similar to her father's eyes, only difference being that they were widened while staring at her in shock. Her olive skin brought the humanity back to her, even though she still had big ass wings coming out of her back. Her hair was braided down her back, in the same style it was before she died about six years ago. There were a splash of freckles on her face adding a cute feature to her, not that the thought would still be there when they noticed what was in her hand.

"Mission report?" Isaiah asks with a mischievous grin that was read as, give them a lil show.

"Infiltrating the ship was pretty easy, only had to kill 47 guys on the way to the command, and they still didn't know I was there. The only issue with moving was that I had to repeatedly clean my cloak because it kept getting covered in blood due to the gushing streams that came out of lacerations in their skin. Once I got to the main room, I tried to do it like the video game Assassin's CreedTM, but I realized there was still blood on my nails and tried to scratch it off really quickly. Then I noticed that one of the guys in the room weren't as humanoid as I thought, and they weren't wearing clothes. I didn't know if I wanted to inspect him or murder him as fast as possible… so I did both. Threw a knife or two at his neck, jumped down and caught him as he fell, and just stared at him like, the fuck am I looking at right now. Then I noticed that everyone I was supposed to stealthily kill was staring at me. All I could see in my head was everything turn red and zooming out as DESYNCHRONIZATION crossed the screen. I let my wings out to blind them, then calmly proceeded to lacerate each of them slowly until they fell and bled out at snail pace, moaning in pain a lil too loud for me so I put a mute jammer on the floor. The dumbass leader of the ship was just staring at the communication screen talking to some girl that was clearly bored with the conversation. She was wearing less than she should've been, and that's why he was standing there beating his dick. I opened the transparent door to the transparent room and used my katana to slice off his dick, causing the lady watching to laugh. I looked into her eyes to see who she was and decided that she wasn't deserving of life so I reached through the screen and snapped her neck, cause you know, I felt like it. He was crying on the floor with his disconnected penis in his hand, not caring about the blood pouring out of him, not caring about the blood of his men all around the room. He was just disgusting me at that points so I finished the mission," and with that she held up and severed head, still dripping blood.

"Hmm, I think I'll give you a B overall"

"But whyyyy? I thought that was A quality work?"

"It was good, completed without anyone knowing yet, all enemies eliminated and some with style. However, the people on the ship or planet of the woman you killed will freak out about her death, so you may have caused trauma to an undeserving victim and she wasn't part of the mission, and excess kill. You lost 5 for inability to remain undetected, and lost 10 for the possible repercussions of the excess kill. And also, when have I ever given anyone besides Zoë an A? Besides, it makes sense that you get a B, B for Bianca. Or if it was a bad mission, a D for D'Angelo," Isaiah had a cheeky smile towards the end of his assessment.

"I understand that they were supposed to be here for this meeting, however I'm sure that proper introductions would be appreciated and you should stop traumatizing them with the details of assassinations. And yes I heard that just now Isaiah, you're lucky we have an audience right now, that's all I have to say."

Isaiah had a sheepish smile on his face after being reprimanded, but proceeded to introduce his assassins. "I present to you the Master Assassin of the Chaotic Assassins, Zoë Nightshade, and the Heir to the title of Leader of Chaotic Assassins, Bianca D'Angelo!"

Could've written more but I felt as if I dragged out some details for too long. Lemme know if you like the extra details, or if you want me to just push past this introductory phase…