Mutually Assured Destruction

by kiritoandsachi

The mortals destroyed the world with nuclear weapons. The gods abandoned the world. Now monsters rule and demigods and mortals alike struggle to survive. But what if there is hope? What if Perseus Jackson can claim the power that the gods left behind and start over, saving the world. This is his journey to find the power that can save the world.

1. Prolouge

Chapter one

The Mortals were fucking idiots. They squabbled and fought over stretches of land that ultimately meant nothing. They were so wrapped up in fighting that they didn't realize they were destroying what they were fighting over. I guess they decided in the end that if they couldn't have it, then no one could. Mutually assured destruction. Turns out Alfred Nobel was right. The mortals dropped their bombs again, and again, and again… until there was nothing left. There are no mortals left now. Well… maybe not no mortals, but very few. The ones that are alive now fight their wars with sticks and stones over cows and sheep.

The gods… they left… once the world turned into a wasteland. The gods decided there was nothing left to rule, and they left. Willingly faded to be judged by lady chaos. Who knows where they are now. The only ones who stayed thrive off of the chaos and destruction. Ares the god of war, hunts mortals and demigods alike. He makes them fight in an arena like gladiators for his own enjoyment. Sometimes against each other and sometimes against horrendous monsters. Monsters that make hellhounds look like Chihuahuas. And with no gods to keep them in check, the monsters run rampant. If anyone is in charge these days it's the monsters. Hellhounds run in packs that number in the hundreds, and telehekines rule the oceans.

And then there's us demigods, besides the monsters, there are more of us than any other being. More of us survived the bombs than any other species. There are two big camps of demigods staying together in "cities". The romans in one camp and the Greeks in the other. When left alone we revert back to our old ways. Us versus them. All that wonderful bullshit. I tried to unite them, but no one gave a shit what I had to say. It didn't matter that I'm Percy Jackson, hero of Olympus. We demigods survived so much together, the war with titans, and with the giants. And with the goddess of earth herself. So of course we survived this too, barely…..

Yes I am Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. And currently alone in the middle of nowhere huddled around a campfire all by myself. The Greeks and the Romans kicked me out when I tried to unite them. They called me a race traitor. It is what it is right?

Percy drew his jacket tighter around him and shivered. The cold seeped down into his very bones. Nothing he did every seemed to shake the cold. Perhaps it was a side effect of all the radiation in the air. The fire was starting to die so Percy tossed another piece of wood into it. He sighed and laid down on his sleeping bag.

"I guess this is my life now…" Percy closed his eyes and sighed again before closing his eyes, falling into a restless sleep.

Thanks for reading guys! I just wanted to bust this chapter out real quick to get this idea down. I haven't written anything in a while so don't be too critical. Feel free to leave feedback though. Review and pm me if you want. I'm going to try and write short chapters every day.