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Chapter 7

She was finally home.

Even if her home involved an alarmingly red-faced Zeus, a love goddess drooling over her love with an look switching between lust and fear, a mixture of other shocked and fearful faces, and of course, her son, who was looking at them both in a mixture of shock and amazement.

She reluctantly detached herself from her long "lost" lover - she had known where he was all this time, they just couldn't visit each other in fear of being caught - and turned towards her confused son, smiling timidly at him.

"Perseus," She began softly, "this is your father, Tartarus." she smiled wider as she beckoned towards the tall, intimidating figure behind her. And to be honest, this guy had scared the crap out of Percy, and the way he looked standing slightly behind his mother, glaring at the King of the Gods, he still scared the crap out of him - only on a smaller scale than earlier.

The man's gaze snapped towards the son of Lupa, his eyes roaming over him in a scrutinizing gaze, almost as if he was sizing him up. After a couple of tense seconds, his eyes crinkled and the corners of his mouth turned up in a small smile - to say the least, he didn't look as intimidating as before.

Tartarus stretched out his hand towards his son, "Hello Perseus, my son." As he uttered those words his smile turned into a full blown grin. Oh, how long he had waited to speak those words, how much he had wanted to visit his son and his lover, to watch him grow up and become a wonderful individual and a strong warrior. And now that he got to say them, they felt so much better than he had ever imagined. Even though the road ahead would be rocky and hard, he knew they could get through it. And it was definitely worth it.

His son shook his hand, he had a strong and firm grip. "Um, hi, dad - I guess… Am I supposed to bow or something..?" He trailed off, his right hand scratching the back of his neck, making Tartarus' laughter boom throughout the throne room.

"No worries, son. You never have to bow to me, and call me whatever you want until you find something you find comfortable." He smiled as Percy nodded his appreciation. He fully understood that it might be weird and awkward for him to go around calling a stranger his father, he just hoped Perseus would accept him. He had also noticed the look in his sons eyes as Lupa announced him as his father - uncertainty, wariness, hurt and anger - and he fully understood those too. He had, after all, left his mother and him alone for his whole life, it was natural to feel like that. Tartarus was hoping to have a chat with Perseus as soon as they were out of this throne room, so he could answer any questions he had.

Catching his fathers gaze, Percy understood that he would have time to talk to him later. He had a lot of questions - mostly accusations - he wanted to clear up. Not having a father for 9 months - but it really felt like 15 years - and then suddenly getting one, makes one curious and suspicious.

"Enough of this family reunion of yours, we have serious business to get to." Zeus cleared his throat, "Now, Tartarus, Primordial of the Abyss, what are you doing here?"

Tartarus knew this was the most respectful Zeus could be to a higher being, but he couldn't give up the opportunity to tease him a bit. "What is it, Zeus? Not going to bow to your superiors?" He questioned as he raised an eyebrow, smirking as he saw the King of the Gods face begin to color. "Don't bother, opposed to others, I don't mind my inferiors not groveling at my feet. I simply respect them unless they do something towards me, like threatening my family - which is something I do not take lightly, might I add." His voiced dropped into a slow and threatening tone, sending a chill down everybodys spines.

Not dropping his case, Zeus ignored the threat and continued on, "Lupa has broken her oath, something that's punishable by banishment, but she has also sired a hybrid child that will be the center of the upcoming prophecy - ensuring Olympus' downfall. We shall have a vote for their deaths to ensure our continued rule."

"If you so much as lay a finger upon my lover or son, I will crush you right here, right now and send you to my own pit to rot for eternity, ensuring your immediate downfall."

Zeus' face contorted into a glare at the response from Tartarus - he never liked being threatened and he wouldn't give up until he got his way. "Not acceptable, a vote shall be cast." Ignoring the withering glares he received from both Tartarus and Lupa, he continued, "Now, all in favor for their deaths?" Nobody but Zeus and Dionysus raised their hands, albeit Dionysus didn't seem to know what he was voting for as he was half asleep in his throne.

Zeus' face contorted in anger, "What is the meaning of this?! How dare you all oppose me! Do you not see the threat standing right in front of us! We have to get rid of it as soon as possible, or do you all have a death wish?!" He thundered as he stood from his throne, masterbolt in his hand crackling with untamed power and energy.

Athena stood from her throne, trying to reason with her father. "Father, please calm down. Perseus will be the prophecy child if we kill him or not. But if we kill him and his mother, not only will we have an big enemy in Tartarus - a Primordial -, but we will also lose Perseus on our side. The wisest thing to do here is to let the boy and his mother live, we can still keep an eye on him in Camp Half-Blood." It was a hard blow to her pride, but she would rather live with a slightly damaged pride, than not live at all.

"No! I will not accept having that child mingle amongst the other half-bloods! Who knows what he may recruit them for?" Zeus argued on.

"Brother, in all fairness, this was a vote - one that you lost. Now get over it and we will discuss where we can place Percy - if he wants to." Poseidon reasoned, he had taken quite a liking to the boy, he reminded him of how some of his better children had been millenia ago - strong, loyal and amusing. Something that warmed his heart and made him feel protective of the child.

Zeus only huffed in response and slumped in his throne - sourly admitting defeat.

"Tartarus, if I may ask?" Athena continued at Tartarus' nod, "If Perseus was the result of you and Lupas consummation, shouldn't he be a god of some kind? Seeing as Lupa is a goddess and you are a primordial?" This was a question that had bothered her since the revelation of Perseus' parentage, and it woke the curiosity in the other gods and goddesses minds and especially Percy himself.

"That is a good question, Athena. But the problem is that the answer is a mystery to even me. He could simply be an immortal, a god, a titan or even a primordial - I have no idea. But I have a feeling he will discover this on his journey." The primordial smiled at his son - who sent him a slightly nervous smile back. He didn't really enjoy being the center of attention. "But one thing I have done is that I have stored away some of Perseus' powers, as we didn't want him to get detected, so we managed to extract the power and energy that made him immortal and his abilities. My plan is to transfer the energy and powers back to him on his birthday - in August. This is also part of the reason why you don't have my basic powers, but we can fix that now."

As he finished talking, Tartarus approached his son. Silently asking if he wanted this, which Percy responded to with a nod. So Tartarus placed his hand on Percys forehead, making the boy shiver from the coldness of his touch. The primordial soon started to speak in an old, forgotten language - that not even Athena had read about. As soon as the talking was over, Percy felt a new power surge through his limbs. It felt like a miniature version of what he felt when he had come in contact with the violet wisps around Tartarus as he had arrived. He felt powerful and rejuvenated. If this was just a fraction of what he had felt earlier, he feared to think of how powerful his father was.

As the flow of power had settled comfortably in his veins, he slowly opened his eyes and glanced around his room. Tartarus was smiling proudly alongside his mother, Aphrodite was looking at him with an even more uncomfortable gaze - making him blush and quickly look away -, while the other gods stared at him with a mixture of envy, awe and desire. He didn't really understand why they were all staring at him like that.

"Why are you all staring at me like that?" He questioned, earning an amused glance from his parents.

"Your appearance changed, Hon. Here, take a good look at yourself." Aphrodite conjured a floor length mirror for him, while drinking in his renewed appearance.

"Oh…" He muttered as he looked at his new appearance. Not much had changed, he was slightly taller, more muscular, his raven hair was impossibly darker and the untamed effect was still there, only in a more controlled manner - one that made him look like a hot troublemaker. But the most noticeable change was his eyes, instead of their catching and beautiful sea-green and silver color, they were now a mass of intense, dark swirling violet orbs with silver specks. Eyes that draws one in and keeps them there.

"Yeah, oh. This is what your original appearance looks like. Looks much better in my opinion, and according to some of the goddesses looks, they think it looks better too." Que Percys blush. "Now, the sea-green eye color was your mothers idea. It's one of my favorite colors, and when we met my eyes were the same shade as yours were." Tartarus explained

Percy was sitting in one of the gardens of Olympus, idly twirling his sword, Riptide, between his fingers in its pen-form. After seeing his new appearance, nothing exciting happened in the throne room. Athena asked questions about the prophecy in hopes that his father held some answers, which he unfortunately didn't. So Zeus had dismissed Percy for some 'grown-up' talk, seriously, he knew they were going to talk about him and his possible godliness.

He guessed he had been sitting there for at least half an hour before he heard the tell tale crunching of boots stepping on the gravel path, looking up, he wasn't entirely surprised to see his father walking slowly towards him.

"May I sit here?" Seeing Percys nod, he sat down beside him, observing the garden. "The Olympians really go all out when it comes to the appearance of their home, but I must say, it does look quite beautiful." Percy nodded his head absentmindedly in agreement, Tartarus let out a heavy breath. "Okay, I know you have a lot of questions for me, and I'm going to answer them all truthfully, I swear on the River Styx. So, spit it out son." Thunder boomed in the distance as he looked into his sons slightly shocked eyes.

"Why did you leave?" Tartarus had expected that to be one of the first things to pop out of his mouth, after all, it's the most important question.

"I really wanted to stay with your mother, we were really happy together and having you only strengthened our bond. We all lived together on an abandoned island for your first year, I had managed to create a sort of cloaking barrier around the island to keep all our auras hidden. So we didn't have any problems with any other deity, it was perfect in my eyes, I had everything I wanted.

But of course, as mortals say, it was the calm before the storm. Oceanus, the Titan of the Oceans, discovered us and originally he was keen on exposing us to the Olympians, something that would lead to a conflict between us and the Olympians. And at that time, the titans would attack as a third party with a strong and numerous army, taking us all down. Fortunately your mother and I managed to convince him to change his mind, rather giving him power over some of the ancient monsters that roam the darkest, deepest pits of the sea."

"But wouldn't that give him an advantage if we're ever against him in a war?" Percy questioned, looking puzzled.

"Ultimately, it would. But you see, I am older and more powerful than him and I hold the title as the Primordial of Monsters, and if we ever came into a battle with him, the monsters would eventually be in my favor again." Tartarus smirked, "Oh, the old titan fell right into that trap, his lust for revenge against Poseidon blinding his common sense. Now back to the story. Even though Oceanus left us alone, his presence had already disruptured the barrier I had created for us. And as soon as it fell, the Olympians got a whiff of my aura, your mothers and your minimized one wouldn't have bothered them. But it had been centuries since a primordial had walked the Earth, and it was noticeable when one arrived.

So to save your mother and you, I teleported us to a location in a large forest for protection. As I couldn't stay on Earth any more, I tried to convince your mother to come with me to my abyss. I hadn't brought her there before, as I wanted to shield her from what I once had been, and could become."

Seeing Percys confused glance, he explained further, "Since the abyss - or pit as some call it - is the embodiment of me, it's vicious, filled with hatred and inflicts pain on others. It's like me at my worst - millenium ago. I didn't want your mother to see it and leave me because of the monster I once was. But at that moment I was desperate, I didn't want to leave either of you, but I couldn't stay and endanger you further. We discussed for a long time, and eventually your mother won. She didn't want to be restrained underground, she thrived in the wild where she was free, and she wanted you to experience the same wilderness and fresh air she loved so much. That woman always gets her way in the end, I swear." Tartarus laughed, his eyes shining with nostalgia. Percy could definitely agree to that. "So I left and eventually the Olympians gave up their hunt, but I heard they caught onto you once. Glad that Hermes found you, he's one of the good ones. Though, how they found you the last time I do not know, it might've been your growing aura - as you're nearing your birthday. Now any more questions?"

Percys head was soaking in all this information, he understood why his father had to leave and he didn't hold any grudges towards him. He was only protecting him, and he clearly still cared for him. His fathers story had answered most of his questions, but one was still bugging him.

"What will happen on my birthday?"

"I'm sorry, son, but I do not fully know. All I know is that I will let the violet and black mass - the one that surrounded me in the throne room earlier - come back to you. In that mass lies all the power and energy that I extracted from you as an infant. After that, your guess is as good as mine."

"Okay," Percy answered, he was feeling both nervous and excited for his birthday to come. "Where do I go now?" He didn't really know where he belonged, of course he loved living with his mother, but he had a feeling that the peaceful time they had had together would never resurface again, and if so, not for a long time. Did he belong with the hunters? He wished so, it felt like his home away from home. But know that they knew who he really was, they probably hated him. He fully understood their anger, but he wished they had been nicer to him. After all, they were the reason for why he was here on Olympus, almost getting executed alongside his mother - something he didn't take lightly.

He also wondered if he belonged in one of the camps his mother had told him about. Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter. Greek and roman. Yes, his mother had told him all about the two camps and their never-ending hatred for each other. Personally Percy didn't really see the reason, sure they had experienced complications, rivalries and betrayal with each other. But that was centuries ago, couldn't they get over it? They were all a big, really complicated family after all.

"They will take you to Camp Half-Blood soon. I guess you'll feel more at home there seeing as the hunters you stayed with were greek and your carefree personality fits in better."Tartarus smiled seeing his sons nervousness.

"What about you and mom?"

"The Olympians have - albeit reluctantly - given me permission to stay on Earth peacefully as long as I don't pose a threat to them. So I'll be switching between staying in one of my apartments on Earth, while your mother will most likely vary between staying with me and at the Wolf House. Unfortunately we can't stay with you, but we'll keep in contact, okay?" Percy nodded at his questioning gaze. "Now I don't expect you to love me and see me as your father figure right away, but I would love it if we could at least agree to be friends? I would love to get to know you better."

"That would be great, dad." Both Percy and Tartarus grinned at each other.

Sorry for the wait! I know it's going really slowly with both the progress in the story and my updates, so I'll try to fix that. What do you guys think? They're kinda OOC now...

Thank you for reading! I appreciate reviews and PM, and I read all of them!

Help! - I want Percy to get some kind of revenge on the hunters and I need ideas!

-Emma