Hi, back for another round of shaming young and amateur writers with satire and sarcastic remarks? Great. Just gimme a sec, I have to take the boring parts out (basically what said amateur writers would write) so you don't press back and find another dark Percy fanfic to quench your thirst of seeing Percy commit fratricide. That would unwind everything I've written here.

So here's what happened. Percy embarked on the ever hand-trembling, eye-glueing, oh-so-difficult task of getting to Olympus. You can practically hear Blessed Of The Isles calling to him.

Anyways let's pick up from where we left off, yeah?

The Olympians were seated at their thrones in intense discussion. (Of course they all have to be here, how else would we stir them into a frenzy regarding Percy's ultimate betrayal and anguish, and cause a random female goddess to fall madly in love for Percy doing the most Herculean task of all: getting over annabeth. *gasp* the horror!)

Sorry, I can't use the brackets anymore. I myself can't distinguish when I should be using parentheses and when to paragraph me speaking. Anyways, sorry to disappoint you. I mean, Matt/Matthew/Another name that starts with M is already dead, so no revenge or godhood. Have some boring dialogue instead!

"What's going on?" Percy demanded. All eyes turned to face him. Zeus' expression hardened at the lack of any respect.

Now, here's where some people may describe every Olympian's expression and reaction. Don't.

"What do you mean, Perseus? You asked for our audience." He gruffly relied.

Percy turned to face his father. "Matt? Where did he come from?"

Poseidon's face turned blank. "Where did who come from? I don't know any demigod called Matt."

"You mean you don't know your own son?"

"My only son is you, Perseus."

The conversation seemed to only include the two. Voices faded as the Olympians stared intently at the demigod and Poseidon.

"Don't lie to me, Poseidon!" Percy roared.

Ah, wait, that's not how it works. See, Matt is dead, so there's no point being jealous of him. Even if he was still alive as the many stories foretell, I'm sure shouting at an omnipotent Immortal who is also your father is not the most respectful thing to do. Do note Percy is not a hooligan.

"Then why did a demigod named Matt enter camp just a few hours ago and claimed to be your favoured son?" Percy said, unable to hold back an accusing tone.

"Percy, I swear by the Styx, I do not know of a son of mine named Matt. You are the only demigod son I have had in a long while."

See? Because making an oath by the Styx would solve so many misunderstandings. Honestly, why don't people use more of these things? Oh wait, drama. Right. Carry on then.

Percy's anger subsided slightly at that. He took a deep breath. It was at this moment that Athena spoke up.

"Perhaps you should tell us what has happened, Perseus." She inquired.

Percy told them everything. (This is a time where I can a) use brackets and b) be lazy. Everyone already knows what happened so why retell it just to fulfil your word count? It's boring.)

When he was done, Percy watched the expressions of the Olympians carefully. Many were confused and shocked, especially at the part of Matt's gruesome death and strange happening.

But no, Percy studied their faces, scrutinising every single movement (how does Percy do this? I don't know. It's not like fanfic has to be 100% canon), and he noticed something.

Recognition.

"You guys have seen this before." He plainly stated. They averted their eyes at this, shuffling in their seats. Zeus cleared his throat.

"I think you must be imagining things, Perseus. We have never heard of another son of Poseidon." He tried to point an accusatory glare at the sea god to prove his words.

Percy was unfazed. "Tell me what's going on."

"We are not obligated to fulfil your request, Percy Jack-Johnston!" Dionysus stuttered.

He looked adamant, and the Olympians mirrored his expression. Percy could sense he wasn't going to get an answer anytime soon.

"Fine. I'll go."

He could feel the eyes of the gods on him as he swung open the door and closed it. Then he presses his ear to it. Unsurprisingly, he heard them immediately launch into a conversation.

Because obviously the gods are so powerful they can wipe out cities, but can't expel a demigod from Olympus or even bother to check whether he's still eavesdropping. Coz logic.

Among the frenzied arguments, Percy locked onto the voice of his father.

"No, we didn't tell him anything! We swear!"

There was a voice that rumbled incomprehensibly, and Percy could have sworn he felt the gods flinch.

How, you ask? I don't know.

"Yes, we understand, our lord." Zeus said in supplication. His voice quavered.

There was a tense silence, so taut he could have pierced it with a pin. Then there was a brilliant flash of light that blasted through the gaps in the door, followed by a collective sigh of evident relief.

Percy only noticed the temperature drop after...whoever that was, leave. He felt warmth tingling his fingertips, and his chest felt like he had just downed a warm cup of hit chocolate.

He couldn't question the gods again. Perhaps he had pushed them to their limits already, or the strange voice would notice him and probably kill him, assuming he hadn't even seen Percy listening from outside.

Percy couldn't help but feel uneasy. What was so powerful even Zeus would bow to him, or her, or it?