After an exhausting explanation between Tartarus, Nyx and Bianca (Perseus decided to stay with the Greek forms), it was Tartarus that offered him the chance to be the second champion of the Pit and Night. Without a second of hesitation, Perseus accepted, glad to be in someone's graces instead of on the streets like the last couple years.

As soon as Perseus accepted, his already dark green eyes descended into onyx black, with a tinge of green around the edge of the iris. His hair almost seemed to suck in light, and his skin paled from a healthy tan to a creamy color. All in all, he looked the part of a representation of Tartarus and Nyx.

"Dear Chaos Perseus, you look like our son," Nyx exclaimed, voicing Perseus' thoughts.

Tartarus chuckled. "If you're done admiring your devilishly handsome self, I still have to take you to your chambers and show you the place you'll be staying in for a while."

Perseus blinked. "Uh, of course. Let's go." He followed Tartarus out of the dark and gloomy room to reveal...a dark and gloomy hallway. If everything was dark and gloomy, how was he supposed to tell the difference between the rooms and hallways?

Tartarus spoke up. "Look above you."

Perseus obeyed. A bunch of stalactites, some long and some short, were in a row. Around them, an elliptical like shape of swirling darkness came to a point, pointing in the direction that Perseus and Tartarus emerged from.

As if reading his thoughts, Tartarus explained, "The stalactites are Morse code. The swirling darkness tells you which way to read it."

Perseus frowned and tried to read it. "Hall D? Is that how you label stuff?"

Tartarus sighed and motioned for him to follow. He walked out of the hall and around a corner.

An hour later, Tartarus asked Percy, "Do you know your mother and father?"

Perseus growled quietly at the back of his throat, but forced himself to stay calm. "My mother was Sally Jackson, she was killed three years ago in a freak accident. I have no clue who my father is, but he abandoned me to a life on the streets and I hate him for it."

Tartarus took a closer look at the boy's aura. A salty breeze, the coastal feeling, a tropical beach buzz. "Perseus, your father is Poseidon."

Perseus now looked conflicted. "I am the son of the sea god. Should I be loyal to Olympus or you?"

Tartarus sighed. He had gone through the same thing with Bianca: for two weeks she stayed in her room to think about who to serve. But this time around, he had a solution ready to use. It wouldn't clear Perseus of Poseidon completely, but he would have to choose between a father that hasn't ever been there for him, or a father that would take him in and make him his champion. Which would be such a hard choice.

"Perseus, what do you say that I adopt you as my son?"

The question definitely caught the boy off guard. Sure, Tartarus seemed caring. But he's a Primordial, and it would be taxing on him to have Bianca alone, let alone Perseus as well.

But as he searched Tartarus' face for any sign of doubt about this, he turned up empty-handed. Tartarus looked like his whole existence climaxed at this choice. Perseus sighed in relief and gratitude.

"Tartarus, I accept your offer."

A wanly smile flitted across his face. Then he spoke, "well, if you're going to be the son of a Primordial, you better be able to back it up with skill. And skill can only come from rigorous training."

Perseus got a glint in his eyes. "When do we start?"

Tartarus just gave an evil grin, and without warning, took out a sword and swung, stopping the blade an inch from Perseus' neck. "You lose. We have a lot of training to do."

And so the boy trained. He became a fierce warrior, mastering multiple weapons and powers. The sword and shield, Perseus' favorite combination, turned him into a killing machine. If he wanted to, Perseus could ricochet throwing knives off a wall with deadly accuracy. Spears plus judo proved useful from time to time for him. And not to mention his powers: He could just make a sheet of darkness and crush his enemies under it, though that took a lot from him.

But the one weapon he couldn't master was a bow. He was an okay archer in the first ten shots or so, maybe getting at least within five feet of the target.

But after that, it was abysmal.

In any case, Perseus never touched a bow again, stating that it "brought bad luck to the owner." Which, he wasn't totally wrong about. The one time he touched Bianca's prized bow, she kept shooting off target for the rest of the day.

But that was fine. Perseus would simply have to do with anything else.

Three Years Later

Perseus waded into a sea of Hephaestus-quality automatons, slashing and hacking at anything coming his way. Ever since his dip in the Styx a year ago, Perseus no longer had to worry about dying in training, since his Achilles spot was somewhere four inches below his left armpit (lol).

Perseus cleaved an automaton head off, then whirled to slash at another enemy, but his blade found nothing but the floor of the training room. Perseus sighed and pulled out his sword, assessing the damage. The floor would regenerate soon enough.

Suddenly, the training room shook gently, which meant one of two things: either Bianca and him were supposed to report to the throne room, or Nyx was angry but didn't want to hurt Bianca and him. It's happened before.

Two minutes later, Perseus strolled into the throne room, wearing a dark green T-shirt and jeans. Not ten seconds later, Bianca came in yawning. He didn't know if he'd rather an attentive Bianca that would tell him what Tartarus and Nyx wanted but would beat the crap out of him, or a sleepy Bianca that wouldn't hurt him but leave him on his own.

Tartarus cleared his throat. "Today is a very important day for all of us currently here. It will be my pleasure to announce th -"

Nyx cut him off. "Two things. One is that it's time to go fetch Bianca's brother from Maine. The -"

Bianca let out a whoop of delight, and ran out of the throne room to prepare for the mission.

Nyx coughed. "The other is that we've come up with a new nickname for you, Percy."

Perseus opened his mouth to voice his negative opinion on the silly nicknames they gave him, but closed it again when he realized Percy was just Percy, simple as that. "Okay, I guess Percy would work."

Nyx grinned. "What did I tell you, Tartarus? I told you he would like simple! You owe me a date by the Phlegethon!"

Tartarus smiled feebly. "I suppose we haven't done that in a while. As soon as the children get going, we'll go as well. Agreed?" He motioned for the newly christened Percy to get ready.

Percy smirked. As he was about to leave the throne room, he called over his shoulder, "Use protection, I don't want a little godly sibling." Ignoring Nyx and Tartarus' blushing faces, he jogged to his bedroom to pick out his gear.

AN: Percy and Bianca are the same age. Disclaimer will always be the same.