Tartarus wiped the spit off his face as he slowly stood up straight. He explained to her beloved that the next time opportunity knocks, open the door.

Percy was then dragged down a dark endless hall, screaming in terror.

Artemis sat bolt upright in her bed, panting and sweating. Eyes wide as dinner plates as they frantically jumped left and right, up and down, and surveyed every nook and cranny in her dark, empty room.

She remembered there was a time when she would do anything to come home. She would find Percy and their children having fun. Percy cooking and their children sleeping. Hell, she would be the happiest woman alive if she was able to be with a drunk Percy for at least an hour. But now, the thought of coming home made her queasy.

Earlier this morning, when she finished her duties as Goddess of the Moon, she had walked home just to postpone the feeling of failure and dread. Her children were with Thalia and the rest of her huntresses. They all wanted some bonding time together and she (deciding everyone needed this break) had given them the okay to go hunting together and bond as brother and sisters would.

Artemis' lips trembled as she took in a sharp, choppy breath before slapping her forehead against her hands. Her elbows rested on her thighs (as she sat cross-legged) as she covered her face with her long, thin fingers. She felt a pressure build behind her eyes; a dam being built in her throat. A stingy-ness to her nose. She felt her cheeks puff up and chin quiver. Her breathing became ragged and hiccup-like. It felt as if she lost her back bone as her spine lost its strength and she hunched her back. She began to sob hysterically.

"I don't know. I mean, don't you think she'd be the first to know? I mean, she is the Goddess of Childbirth. Shouldn't she know?"

Annabeth shook her head. "That's the thing. I believe she is intentionally ignoring the signs. I mean if you fell in love, had twins, and then found out that your husband is missing, and you're having his kid, all within the time span of one year, would you really want to know you're having the kid? I wouldn't. It's too much pressure. Especially if there's a small—very small—chance he'll come back."

"Annabeth," Thalia sighed. "What difference would this make anyways?"

"If we know, we'll be able to protect him or her." Annabeth answered vaguely.

"Protect the baby from what?" Thalia crossed her arms.

Annabeth uneasily shifted from foot to foot.

"Annabeth, what aren't you telling me?"

Annabeth ran a hand through her long hair. "If Artemis is indeed pregnant, we'll have to protect the baby . . . From, Percy."

Thalia took a step forward to her best friend and grabbed Annabeth's elbow gently. "And why the hell will we need to do that?"

Annabeth looked at Thalia. Her face told her everything she needed to know. "I think Percy is going to become Tartarus' next host."

"Why would I help you? How could I even help you?"

Tartarus stood up, his lava eyes glowing and his black suit straight. "That's the question you should be asking. You see, son, you are very powerful. You are a champion of Chaos, her first champion at that. You've had, a fling I hear? Maybe, a one-time thing? Speaking of which, anything or anyone come up from that? Doesn't matter," Tartarus shook his head.

" You, with or without your little consequence of that one night, are now the king of the universe and Void. She, is your queen. Ha-ha-ha-a, you thought I wouldn't figure out, didn't you? Those nights before you fell in love with Artemis? I highly doubt you were at the bar alone. I think you were with someone else, drunk or not. You are my great-grandson–turned son. Champion of almost every god in the Olympian council. You are a son of Poseidon. Natural son, anyway. First and probably last husband of Artemis. What else?"

Tartarus began to walk back and forth between the chained-up Percy. "Oh that's right, you are the most powerful god in existence. Your blood—excuse me, ichor is so powerful it could might as well be the ichor of a titan. Or a primordial. You are a very useful source and being to Lady Chaos. You survived Tartarus for over eleven years. Three times. You are very strong minded and physically in shape too. So, the real question is: How could you not help me?"

Percy, with his misshapen face due to the massive amount of torture done to him, looked up and glared at his so-called father.

He's using blackmail.

"I'd rather die than help you."

"N-n-n-n-no, no no, that won't do. See, I," he roughly held Percy's chin, "need you to help me. Whether you like it or not, you are going to be my next puppet, and I am going to be your puppeteer. Cooperate, and you get it easy. Resist, and let's just say Lady Chaos won't be the only one ashamed of herself."

Percy spit in Tartarus' face yet again, although this time with a little more ichor and saliva mixed in. "You don't have any proof."

"I have all the proof I'll ever need." With this, Tartarus pressed two fingers on Percy's forehead. Percy was forced to the submission of sleep.

Memory:

"Percy, what are you doing here?" Lady Chaos asked as she sat up on her bed, holding her bedsheets close to her chest. "I-mm sowwy," he began to slur in his half-drunken state. "For what? It's fine. It's just um, as you can clearly see I wasn't expecting visitors."

"I juust cou'n't stop t'inking 'bout you."

"Percy, are you drunk?"

"Whaat? N-no. Maybe a little." Chaos sighed as she snapped her fingers, lessening the blood-alcohol levels in Percy's blood stream. He'll still be slightly drunk, maybe buzzed, but he'll be able to talk properly. "You know," Percy started as he loosened his tie from the black suit he was wearing, "when I first met you," using the toes of his feet he pulled the heel of one of his black shoes off. "I thought you were very beautiful. I still think you are." He pulled off his tie and socks and started to crawl onto Chaos' King-sized bed.

Chaos blushed. "Oh yeah, I even remember calling you one of the most beautiful people I've ever met. I was sort of embarrassed to mess up in front of you. I was glad you made me your first champion. I may even have had a huge crush on you." He continued. He crawled on top of Chaos as if he were a lion, and his eyes were filled with lust and need.

Chaos gulped.

With his hand on either side of her body on the bed, and his knees pretty much straddling her waist, he leaned down. The grip on her sheets loosened as Chaos began to process what was happening.

She was going to become his first. And the funny thing is, she wanted to be his first. She wanted to be his first and last and in-between. Slowly and hesitantly, she cupped the back of his neck with her hands. "Lady Chaos, I would love to have you be my first. Would you give me the honor of being one of your lovers?" Percy asked. In truth, he had no clue what he was doing. He felt…different. More in control. Powerful. He felt like what he felt like when he was a Roman. And this side of him needed to be with Chaos.

Chaos' eyes slid down to look at Percy's lips before they closed. She leaned in, and in no time closed the small distance they had between them.

Percy felt fireworks go off in his head. He felt as if he just met his other half.

…

The problem? Percy was later on going to feel that Artemis is his other half.

...

Chaos slowly started to lean back in her bed, causing Percy to follow after her. With one hand she started to work with the buttons on his shirt while he started to work on his belt and pants. When he realized he couldn't concentrate, he quickly got off the bed to undo his belt and the button and zipper on his black pants. Chaos opened the sheets and invited him under.

Thirty minutes later, they were still going at it, but none of them really cared. They felt need, love, lust and passion and tonight, they were going to feed their hunger.

End:

"I mean, I guess it was sort of your Roman counterpart, but it still counts. Doesn't it? How will Artemis feel when she finds out her husband has been cheating on her?"

"I haven't! Artemis is the love of my life!"

"A-a-ah, Artemis is the love of your Greek life. Have you ever thought your Roman life gets a little . . . Lonely?"

Percy stayed quiet. In all honesty, he never thought about it. But surely Artemis would notice that he's been running off, right? Surely he'd remember something about his nights with Lady Chaos. Wouldn't he? Shouldn't he remember waking up with Chaos in his arms, naked in bed. But, he couldn't. And he was starting to put the fault on his "Roman counterpart."

If he really was a lover of Chaos, wouldn't she be protecting him right now? Wouldn't she be saving him? Wouldn't she have never even let this happen in the first place?

There was only one thing Percy knew: He didn't know, but he was sure as hell going to find out.

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Sorry, it sort of feels like a filler chapter but trust me it's going to be important for future chapters.