Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews last chapter! I'm gonna skip right to responses now to keep this short and sweet.

To Nixi: Cool! Send me the chapters that you've done once you can!

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To GamingTroller101: I think I'll regret saying this, but I'm not exactly sure what the Game of War means in relation to this. I used to have an app on my phone called Game of War: Fire Age (or something like that).

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PS: For future reference, I am a girl! In case the username didn't give it away. ;)

Percy's POV

Chaos smiled at us. "Would you two be my champions? I need your help."

It took us a minute to absord the request and to respond. Zoë looked like a fish gasping for air, opening and closing her mouth, not quite sure what to say. I responded first.

"What do you need our help for?" I asked suspiciously.

Chaos pursed his lips. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask. I'm afraid you two might not be willing to help me if I tell you."

"Well, I did ask. So it's a little late for that now." I shrugged, trying to convey the message It's not my fault you're an idiot. Of course, I'm not Zoë, so I can't say that in front of the creator of rhe universe. I've been told that most immortals feel like smiting me with I say things.

Chaos sighed, as if he'd been hoping I wouldn't say that either. When I didn't back down, he started talking.

"The older Olympians are my great-grandchildren. That'd be Zeus, Poseidon, Hera, and Demeter. The others– minus Aphrodite– are my great-great-grandchildren. I haven't seen them in person in over a millennium, but that doesn't mean I care about them any less than I would if I saw them every day. Well, if they were doing a good job ruling, then I wouldn't care for them any less. But I've heard and seen through my own network of communications that they've been ruining the mortal and magical worlds.

"I can't let that continue. Id like your help to remove most of the Olympians that are ruining the world from power. With my blessing and the training you'll get as my champions, you'll be able to stand toe to toe with Zeus and his Master Bolt. Combine that with the other gift, and you'll probably be able to stand toe to toe with half the council!" Chaps ended his speech with a hopeful grin in my direction and Zoë's direction.

We both contemplated the offer. Again, I spoke first.

"Why didn't you think we'd want to accept your offer after you told us those reasons?"

Chaos looked at Zoë and I with a look of confusion on his face. "Perseus, you fought two wars and countless battles for them. Zoë, you spend over two thousand years serving as Artemis's right hand. Why would you turn your backs on them?"

Zoë and I shared a look. In that one millisecond, I knew we were both on the same page.

"Which Olympians are you planning of getting rid of?" Zoë asked in an almost-innocent voice.

Surprised and slightly taken aback, Chaos took a moment to reply. "Zeus, dedinitely. Probably Ares too. And Hera."

I considered the short list. "Throw in a couple more, of my choice, and you've got yourself a deal."

Chaos looked shocked, but he nodded anyways. "Who?"

I listed them off on my fingers. "You already said Zeus, Athena, and Ares. I want to add Hera. And Poseidon." I scowled after saying the name of my former father, spitting on the ground in disgust. The red sand at my feet turned a darker color, the color of the blood on the grass that night so long ago... I saw her blonde hair spread out in a halo around her pale and lifeless face. The moon that kept disappearing into the clouds. The burning red eyes of the hellhound that took the life of my beautiful fiance, my Wise Girl...

I blinked heavily and shook my head a little to erase the images once I felt a hand on my tense arm. Zoë looked at me, concern evident in her eyes, wondering to herself if I was okay. Probably wondering what the heck was wrong with me.

Chaos stared red at me for a long time after I shook off Zoë's comforting hand. His eyes asked me a silent question, one I didn't want to answer. Nor did I know if I had the answer to it. Instead of pushing his luck, he said, "Okay, I'll add Athena and Poseidon to the list of gods to dispose of." He paused, then hestitantly asked, "Do you mind telling me a reason? That you want to get rid of them?"

I shot a borderline-rude facial expression to the creator of the universe. Quickly, he backtracked.

"You don't have to," he amended. "It's just... I kinda should have something for the records as to why we're randomly getting rid of two Olympians that haven't (yet) destroyed the world. I can always just put that there was no comment or—"

"Its fine," I interrupted. "I'll give you a reason. Even better, I can give you several."

Chaos bit his lip, probably realizing that he should've just written that there was no comment. Zoë looked at me with concern evident in her beautiful onyx eyes, shaking her head slightly, urging me not to give the several reasons. But that'd be like urging a NASCAR driver not to drive their car after being denied the privilege for years. It's just not going to work out the way you want. The NASCAR driver will drive his car and nothing will stop him.

"Who should we start with?" I mused. "Why not Athena. Get to the god I hate the most last.

"Athena is arrogant. She thinks she can do everything, thinks she's right about everything, but she's frequently wrong. She never admits that she's wrong though. She'll kill a mortal/demigod, or throw someone into Tartarus, before she admits she made a mistake.

"She's also a fool. She takes others' words for matters that should be important to her. For example, the night her favorite daughter died." My voice took on a rough, bitter tone. "Athena could no doubt sense that there was a hellhound in the area where her daughter was strolling. I have strong beliefs that even if Athena didn't pay attention to that, then her daughter prayed to her while being viciously mauled by said hellhound." My voice started getting louder as my blood started pumping faster. "Athena should've had the brains to check up on her fatally wounded daughter before her death! She could've just looked down from Olympus and seen that her daughter was dying slowly and painfully! But no! She assumes the worst of the only living witness, casting the man that gave up immortality for her daughter into Tartarus!"

I was panting heavily, my hands clenched into fists so tightly that I worried my nails would draw blood from my palms. The last word I shouted still rang in the air, making everything feel tense and strained. Next to me, Zoë put her hand on my arm. I shook her off once more, smoothing down my hair that had become all messed up in my rage.

I took a deep breath. "I could go on, but I think that will be satisfactory for a reason, right?" Chaos nodded quickly, staring at me with wide eyes. I guess he hadn't expected that explosion. "Now, let me give you some reasons on why Poseidon should be removed permanently from power. And, hopefully, life."

Zoë bit her lip violently with her blindingly white teeth. Chaos even looked a little worried for what was to come. Zoë, however, looked just short of a panic attack. She knew how much I hated the man that I once called my father.

"Out of all his horrible aspects, where should we start?" I wondered aloud. "He has too many flaws to possibly name them all, so let's start with some of the more obvious ones.

"Poseidon is a cheater and a liar, in more ways than one. He cheats his way out of political problems, using his power and status to get more leeway than he deserves. He also lies and cheats in his marriage. He's cheated on his wife Amphitrite countless times, including mortals and immortals in the long list of his lovers. In all actuality, Poseidon didn't even want to marry Amphitrite for love; she was just a beautiful nymph and daughter of Oceanus. He married her for politics and desire. He lied when he said he'd love her forever; he's cheated too many times."

"I didn't know you and your stepmother were so close," Chaos joked, his voice wobbly with an emotion I couldn't quite figure out. It couldn't be fear, could it? By ranting like this, how could I make the creator of the universe fearful?

I chose not to respond to Chaos's teasing sentence. Instead, I sent a quick glare his way and continued my rant.

"The God of the sea is also demanding, wasteful, and careless. He's willing to build underwater castles for women hes hooked up with in a one-night stand, while he could be using those resources to build shelters for sea creatures, or even humans. Aren't all gods supposed to help the humans? Poseidon also demands that sea creatures fight as soldiers in his wars, with no pay or reward. He doesn't even give them precautionary supplies or takes precautionary efforts. Are the creatures trained for war? No. Do they have armor or weapons to defend themselves? No. Yet they go against trained and armed soldiers. For the God of the sea and its inhabitants, Poseidon sure doesn't take good care of it.

"People say that 'ignorance is bliss'. You should ask Poseidon if that's true. He's ignorant enough to be unaware of you asking him though. As soon as he gets in a bad mood, for even the slightest reason, he causes a natural disaster. Stubs his toe? There's a tsunami in Japan. Trips on the stairs walking up to Olympus? Earthquake in California. Bruises his ego? Waters violent enough to sink another Titanic. "

I looked from Zoë to Chaos. They both had varying facial expressions, a mix of concern, slight fear, and confusion.

"Should I continue?"

Zoë shook her head, avoiding my gaze. Chaos, however, was looking right into my eyes, as if paralyzed. He didn't voice his opinion.

"I'll do one more point," I told them calmly. "This'll wrap it up."

Next to me, Zoë tensed, as if she sensed something that I didn't. I ignored her for the moment; I had to finish my analysis.

"Poseidon is a terrible father and person in general." Zoë flinched and shook her head, as if she was expecting this but couldn't believe I had actually said it. "He accused me of murdering my fiancé, and actually pushed me into Tartarus for eternal torture. He didn't bother looking through my memories, which he could've done as my father; I suspect he was actually too busy thinking of the next mortal he was trying to screw. He never stood up for me, didn't even suggest that I might be innocent. That I might've been scarred for life, watching my best friend and lover die, and that throwing me into hell would only make it worse. But no, he didn't care!" I started shouting, my voice rising unconsciously, louder than it had when I was yelling about Athena. "I risked my neck in his name for over six years! I fought in two wars for him! I almost died countless times before I learned I was a demigod because of him! And he repaid me by throwing me into Tartarus! Where's that famous loyalty now?! He even disowned me! For crimes I didn't commit! He didn't care that I'm innocent! He doesn't care about anything!"

I didn't realize I was screaming. In fact, I probably would've continued screaming if it hadn't been for the second I noticed Zoë squatting down, shielding her ears, eyes squeezed shut. I paused, about to try to help her, tell her I was calm, that there was nothing to be afraid of, when something exploded off to my right.

I turned to face the flames that I undoubtably caused. Maybe I am something to be afraid of.