A/N: This is completed to the best of my abilities, if you spot anything that should be fixed let us know. {Wait, you make mistakes?} (I am part human) {I don't have that problem, I'm a shark} (But you're a humanoid shark) {True… Damn it}
Chapter 1 - 3rd person
After the war against Gaia, the Greek and Roman demigods were talking about their newfound friendship and how they could work together to benefit both camps. When something, not even the best seer could have predicted...
A rather harshly sunburnt guy, looking red as a lobster and wearing a western style outfit, carrying a bible, and a lever action cowboy repeating rifle came up to the demigods. The Romans looked like they were going to pass out any second, and the Greeks stood in confusion, until one of the Romans yelled out.
"Noooooooooo!" It was Reyna, the last person you'd expect to freak out publicly. "Didn't he die? Didn't our ancestors kill him?"
The other Romans nodded their heads in agreement, while trying to not freak out any more than what they already have.
Then a Greek spoke up, "Whoa guys, who even is he?"
The Romans were unable to speak and their faces went pale, but that didn't matter.
"I AM JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" The man yelled. "NOT JUST JESUS! NOT JUST CHRIST! I AM JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"
The Romans lost it, they began having a full out mental breakdown. Some of the Greeks nodded their heads realizing just who this odd man is.
"Who?" Asked Percy, looking dumbfounded and just as confused as ever. "Who is he?"
Annabeth came up to him, "Percy, so obviously the Greek gods aren't the only gods. I mean the Romans are right there, we had a run in with the Egyptian, and my cousin is a Norse demigod. So, who is to say the so called 'mythological' gods are the only ones?"
Percy looking at Annabeth then at the man, "Oh, I get it!" He says excitedly. "You must be one of the spirits the Native Americans talked about! Are you their Great Spirit?"
The Romans, still hyperventilating heard nothing. The Greeks shook their heads.
"Poor Seaweed Brain," Annabeth mumbled, while shaking her head.
This Jesus person, looked confused but happy said, "Yes! I am great!" He didn't understand that the Great Spirit was someone completely different. He is, perhaps, a greater seaweed brain then Percy, might be all that time in the sun.
Annabeth sighs, "No Percy, he is Jesus Christ-"
"Jesus Fucking Christ," the sunbaked dude corrects/interjects, something like that.
"Whatever, anyways he is, you know, the Son of the Christian God. Capital G." Annabeth explained.
"Oh," said Percy, seeming to finally understand. "You're a demigod too! Must be a kid of Zeus if his father gets a capital letter! Only the important gods get letters from the White House!"
The collective facepalm of the Greeks could be heard for miles, and the Romans would have joined but those that hadn't fainted yet weren't far from it.
(And on that happy note…. We end the first chapter…. I wonder if we still have readers, or if they're gone already….) {Nah, I'm pretty sure we still got some, who are confused or curious, depending on how awake they are} (Or just plain lost… Then again I'm lost, so I wouldn't blame them) {On another note, poor Percy…} (Dumb Seaweed Brain *shakes head* will he ever learn?) {Hopefully, or he's not gonna have a good time}