Right, so due to the success of Son of Thor, I felt the need to bring back an old story that has a much similar title... yes, it's the old Darksiders/Percy Jackson crossover Son of Death, in which it features the OC son of Death and Hera. Yes, the OC is still going to be the son of Hera as well because... well, Artemis is overused as a parent, Hestia was also a second choice, but I think most just want to see Hera get payback on Zeus for the cheating and birthing demigods.
This story starts in the Lightning Thief, and is also a harem... because you should know me by now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Darksiders or Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I only own the OC Damian Rider.
'I should have known he couldn't remain loyal, even with an oath on the Styx.' Thought Hera, the Queen of Olympus and goddess of motherhood, marriage, family love and women, as she sat at a local bar in New York City, not far from the Empire State Building to which Olympus was located above.
The source of her anger is currently coming from the fact that, once again, her "dear" husband, Zeus, cheated on her again with another mortal woman and sired a new demigod named Thalia Grace. It wasn't even a surprise that not even a vow on the Styx could keep Zeus from running off to have another affair. It wouldn't even be that surprising if Poseidon ended up siring a demigod, also.
Though if Hera was honest, she's not even really angry. After millennia of Zeus cheating on her with both mortals and goddesses alike, at this point she's just annoyed and tired. Tired of the constant cheating, of empty words and promises of loyalty, tired of it all.
The fact that Zeus has done this for millennia, bedding mortal women because they catch his eye, when SHE is far more beautiful than any mortal woman.
Hera was an incredibly beautiful woman, on par with Aphrodite, Demeter, and even her mother Rhea. She had long aubergine hair that is seen to be tied in a braid with gold and silver ribbon weaved in, fair skin, and glowing cyan-blue eyes. Along with her floor-length, pastel purple dress with a deep v neckline laced with golden trims that exposes much of her bust. Her dress has a high slit on the left, revealing her entire leg, as well as a few pieces of jewelry including her tiara, armbands, earrings, and an ornate choker, all being made from silver with aqua blue gems embedded in them. Along with having a cloak of peacock feathers draped over her shoulders.
Even now, mortal men, and even some women, stared at her with lust.
Hera knew she was one of the most beautiful goddesses in creation, while having a regal and unapproachable beauty one would expect from a queen. One that made you unable to help but gaze at her, yet also know it wouldn't be wise to look for too long, without angering her.
Sighing, Hera supposed she should go back to Olympus and sleep her drunk state off. So she got up, stumbling a little but made it to the door and exited. She sighed as she began walking. She also picked up footsteps behind her and glanced behind her to see a group of men, five of them, following her, the stench of liquor pouring off them.
'Oh the Fates hate me.' Hera thought as she increased her walking and thought of turning down an alleyway, only to be grabbed and pulled into said alleyway despite her struggles.
"Looks like we got a hot one, lads!" She heard a male voice said and smelled rancid breath on her neck, making her shudder in disgust as the group of five men arrived, grinning lecherously at her.
"She's got some pair of tits, and look at those legs!" One of the men said.
"Boy, I'd love to have my head buried between them." Another said, making them all laugh.
"Right lads, let's get our fill, shall we?" Another said as they approached her, making Hera's eyes widen as she knew they were going to rape her, and she was too drunk to do anything.
"Let the woman go."
All paused at the sound of the cold, raspy voice and caused all to look at the more darker part of the alleyway to see a cloaked figure standing there.
"Get lost, pal, unless you want some of this lady's ass." The one holding Hera said, making the others laugh while Hera had hope that someone was not going to stand aside and let this happen to her.
"I said..." The figure brought weapons out from his cloak, revealing them to be large scythes. "Let the woman go."
The man holding Hera pushed her into another man who held her while he faced the figure. "Or else what? What you gonna do, pal? How about you get lost before you meet death early than you wish."
The figure chuckled before two orange-red eyes appeared in the shadows, right where the figure's eyes should be. He then stepped out of the darkness and took off his cloak, revealing himself to the humans and goddess in front of him. This made Hera's eyes widen as she instantly knew who he was.
He was a pale being who wore no shirt, leaving his muscular upper body exposed. He had long black hair, wore dark pants and boots. But the more eye-catching feature... was the bone-mask he wore over his face.
He was Death, Rider of the Pale Horse... one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
'What's he doing here?' Hera thought. The Horsemen never really visit the world unless they have a very good reason to.
"The fuck is this chump?" One of the thugs asked with a chuckled. "It's not Halloween, dickhead!"
Death chuckled. "Keep talking, human, and you'll be going somewhere where it's always Halloween. Now I'll give this one chance: Release that woman and leave."
"Or what?" The lead thug scoffed as he drew a knife and lunged at Death who sighed before he swung his right scythe and sliced off the man's arm holding the knife, causing him to scream as he clutched where his arm had just been. He fell to the ground, screaming and crying in pain. Death then looked at the remaining thugs, who were shitting their pants now.
"Would the rest of you like to continue?" Death asked sarcastically.
The thugs took the hint, finally, and released Hera before they bolted. Hera watched them go before she heard footsteps and looked to see Death stand in front of her, his scythes sheathed at his hips now before he offered a hand up for her.
"Are you hurt?" He asked her pointedly.
"No." Hera said as she accepted the hand and let him pull her to her feet. She stumbled a little but Death straightened her.
"Looks like you've had quite a few drinks tonight, Goddess of Olympus." Death said. of course he'd know what she was, New York is where the Greek Gods are based and it wasn't easy to fool the Horsemen, especially Death.
"I'm not surprised you know what I am, Horseman." Hera said tiredly before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she passed out asleep only for Death to catch her.
Death sighed. "If Strife saw me now... I'd never hear the end of it." He looked down at Hera's face and couldn't help but brush a strand of her hair aside gently, admitting she was very beautiful. Death had never really bothered with such earthly pursuits like love, admiring a woman's beauty, he was Death after all, the Reaper of souls. But this woman, this Goddess... she caught his attention and he didn't know why but he wasn't bothered by it.
He was very curious to know why she was here, alone, drunk off her mind, and not on Olympus with the rest of her kind. He dared not go to Olympus, because then he'd have to suffer a headache in dealing with that annoyance known as Zeus. So he supposed...
"Strife's gonna get a kick out of this, War and Fury... they'll be curious themselves." Death said before he summoned his horse, Despair, and jumped onto the saddle, holding Hera in his arms before summoning a portal that will take him to the Realm of the Four Horsemen and rode through it...
And that's it for the first chapter. Sorry it's short and everything, but it's merely a starting point to show how Death and Hera meet. I will make this a worthy read rather than what I did the first time, which just felt so crap with the way I handled it. I'm hoping this becomes as big as a successful story as Son of Thor.
Harem: Annabeth, Andromeda (Female Percy), Silena, Thalia, Katie, Piper, Zoe, Athena, Aphrodite, Artemis, Hestia,