Here we are, the last(foreseeable) chapter of this fanfic. May or may not do an epilogue depending on your guys' reaction. May add on to this story if you guys want it to if I can think of a direction for it to go without it being cliche.

Hestia's POV

My gaze would not leave the little girl standing behind the woman. The rest of us gazed warily towards her, but didn't move. We could practically feel the waves of power flowing from her. Instead we opted to wait for her to state her purpose for being here and who she is.

"Greetings, Olympians. I am Nyx and I am looking for Percy Jackson." she stated bluntly. She looked around for him, a frown marring her face. I was about to ask her who was the child behind her, but was interrupted.

The child started tugging on Nyx's skirt, a pouting look on her face. "Mama, when will I get to meet Papa?" she asked cutely.

"I'm looking for him Yuuma, just give me a moment." Nyx brushed off her daughter, but anyone could see the touch of concern on her face after failing to spot Percy.

Wait... Percy!?

The others came to the same realization as me. The most vocal about it was Annabeth.

"Wait, Percy's her father!?" she shrieked, outraged at this turn of events. Nyx just ignored the screaming girl and kept searching for him.

After not finding him, her gaze settled onto us, a grimace adorning her features.

"Where is he?" she questioned. None of us had wanted to answer her inquiry, too scared to ask. It seemed she was slowly losing her patience though, and steadily increased the amount of pressure she was exuding. Dionysus was the one to spill the truth of what happened, her grimace transforming into a vicious snarl.

"You lie wine god! I would've noticed if he fell to Tartarus." she rejected.

"It's true." I get out as the pressure started to effect even us Olympians.

"Do not lie to me, goddess. I would tell in an instant if he was anywhere in that realm." she snarled at me. It seems she was pretty shaken up at him missing. As if she had actually cared for him.

Well... then again, she is raising their daughter. Speaking of which, "I speak no lies. Unlike you." I shot back. I admit, I may not be in the best mental state, thinking Percy may be lost forever and that there is someone else who is the mother of his child.

"What lies have I spoken then?" she retorted, a furious look on her.

"When you claim that she is Percy's daughter." I accused, pointing to Yuuma. Said girl merely hid behind her mother's skirt, a scared expression on her face.

"I speak only truths. She was conceived when him and the blonde bitch over there fell into Tartarus and sought out the Doors of Death. The stupid blonde actually believed she had me fooled. Well, I knew what really happened and claimed Percy as my own in return for safe passage through my mansion of night." she drawled viciously.

We were too flabbergasted at her admittance of having forced Percy into her bed in return for safety. It was borderline rape! Ignoring the fact that what I was about to say was hypocritical, I was about to let loose a slew of words that a kind and peaceful goddess such as myself should not know, Athena spoke up.

"We swear on the Styx, we are telling the truth." she announced, the roar of thunder sealing the deal. This seemed to shock the primordial as she seemed extremely shaken.

Yuuma started tugging on Nyx's skirt. "Mama, where's Papa?" she teared up, her wide innocent orbs glistening with unshed tears.

Nyx knelt down to hug and comfort her daughter, whispering in her ear. I heard her speaking to her and telling her that they'll talk to her grandmother and her aunt. She snapped her fingers, transporting Sally and Andromeda to the throne room. They looked around, Andromeda in wonder and Sally in wariness.

After a moment, she decided to speak up. "Is there a reason you have summoned us? Does it have to do with the whereabouts of my son?" she fidgeted nervously.

I froze for a moment, realizing that no one told her what had happened. Poseidon seemed to give a run-down of what we did, softening the impact of what we did. As he told her, she seemed to be consumed with grief. Andromeda seemed confused at their conversation, opting to go try and befriend the other child around her age, Yuuma.

Those two, it seemed, to be peas in a pod. They got along as if they knew each other their entire lives. They told stories about their childhoods and all the awesome things they've experienced.

My eyes turned back to Nyx, who was scowling. After a moment, she announced that she was going to ask her brother, Tartarus about his whereabouts. While she was doing so, we had to listen to the chatter of the children and the stifled sobs of Sally. It seemed that Nyx had an answer as she told her daughter to wait there, while she flashed out.

A few minutes later, a screen flashed above the hearth in the center of the room. Nyx came back, looking extremely shaken as she gazed towards the screen.

I focused my sight on it, seeing a sight that would haunt me for the rest of time.

Yuuma's POV

What are we waiting for? I wanted to see Papa. Ever since I was born, I had always been with Mama, living in the lonely mansion all by ourselves. Not that I don't love her. It's just that I want to see him again. I don't remember our first meeting much. I was about three years old when it happened. I was walking around the outskirts of the mansion when I came across a man leaning against a rocky outcrop. He looked at me for a moment, before stumbling towards me, making me want to back up. But my body stayed still as he reached me. Then, I remember a soft feeling and warmth surrounding me. I remember a small sad smile and drops of water falling on my cheeks.

When I asked the strange man why he was crying, he just shook his head and told me that I reminded him of someone. After that, he would tell me stories about his adventures and about his dreams. He said that he wanted to start a family one day. Maybe have some kids with the person who he cherishes and loves with all his heart. He told me about the friends who have passed on and how he grieves for them. He said that he wished the past could be changed.

I asked him why he looked so tired and broken, and he chuckled, replying that it was nothing and that a child such as me shouldn't know about such things at my age. I was angry, and told him off, stating my name; Yuuma Amano Jackson; and everything about me. When I finished my tirade, I looked over at him.

He looked bewildered or a moment, before laughing boisterously. I noticed though, that his laugh had a sad undertone to it. He told me about how I shouldn't try to grow up too quick and to try to enjoy my childhood. I pouted at his words, and was about to rebuke him, when I noticed his eyes. They looked so much like mine. Only they carried a look of tiredness and resignation. But underneath all that, I could see a glint of joy and love in his eyes.

Before I could speak further with him, he looked around, as if sensing something. He told me he had to go, and to not let anyone know about what he was about to give me. I trusted his judgement for some odd reason as he handed me a necklace with a couple of pretty beads and two rings. They looked plain, but I could see and feel the craftsmanship that went into them.

He told me that he made them down here from rare materials he could find and some ingenious craftsmanship methods. He told me that he had made those rings to give him hope about his fate and to give one of them to his significant other. When I asked him why he would give me such precious things, he merely chuckled and told me that I would be the hope for him. He kissed me on my forehead and dashed off, disappearing in the darkness.

I craned my neck to see if I could spot him, but I couldn't. After a few moments, I wore the necklace and hid it from my mother as she came to tell me not to wander off.

That was years ago and I had never gotten his name. When I couldn't stand it anymore and asked my Mama if she knew who the man was, she seemed confused until I showed her the necklace and rings. She got scared and told me that the man was my father. But he couldn't stay with me for long. She told me she would look for him though.

That brings us to our current predicament. As she had teleported us to some room. I didn't care for anyone here, and only did a quick search for the man before looking up to my Mama. She told me to wait and to speak to my other half of my family. I saw a girl my age, skipping over to me, smiling brightly.

"Hi, my name is Andromeda Alexis Blofis." she smiled at me. I slouched down, making myself smaller to try and avoid her curious gaze. I merely smiled at her and gave her my name. At this, she seemed surprised. She said that I had a really pretty name and started to talk about random things that interested her. Since we lived different lives, we didn't have much in common, but I grew interested in her and she seemed to grow interested in what I liked.

My Mama told me to stay with her for a moment, while she went somewhere. I could feel the gazes of various women looking at me in curiosity and anger, but I ignored them and made conversation with my first friend.

After a while, she came back looking extremely shaken. I turned my head to where she was looking alongside everyone else, save me and Andromeda. But before we could see what they were looking at, I felt a tugging sensation. Turning around, I saw an ethereal form of someone. It seemed like Andromeda could see him too, so we followed him because our curiosity got the better of us.

He led us out to the overhanging gardens of Olympus, sitting down on a bench, leaving a bench across from him for us to sit at. once situated, he looked towards us, and I could make up a hint of a smile on his features, no matter how obscured it looked.

"So, how has life been for you two?" he asked. I could've sworn I've heard his voice somewhere before. "I see you two have gotten chummy." he teased, looking at our held hands. I turned my face down as it flushed in embarrassment, but still not letting go of her hand as I saw the two rings on my necklace.

Soon, it all clicked into place.

Sally's POV

I wasn't sure what to think. After sending my first child out because I feared for my second's safety, I thought everything would get better. And for a while, it did. The times were peaceful and soon I stopped thinking about Percy. I thought he was just ignoring me and living his life without me being a part of it. The times that I thought back to him slowly gave me a bitter taste in my mouth.

So, I decided to be the bigger person and contact him. At first, it didn't go through, so I tried again. Again nothing. After a few more tries, I decided to try at another time. Yet each and every time, I was denied. I went to any other supernatural forces who may have known where he is or how to come into contaccct with him, and was denied and ignored.

I was furious.

I was his mother, and now he is ignoring ME?! And not only that, was ignored by the other half of his family?! Slowly that bitter taste turned into silent rage and cold fury. So, I decided to spite him and took down every single thing that could lead to Andromeda knowing about him. It would be as if he had never existed in our family. Paul was against it at first, but I just tricked him by stating that it was so she wouldn't go searching for him and getting herself into danger.

And so, Percy Jackson no longer existed within our house. Andromeda grew up as an only child who never had a big brother.

After that, time went on peacefully. Andromeda was a perfect child, with great grades and loved by everyone in school. But in my mind, I would always compare her to Percy. She was all of his good traits without any of the bad. Even though I was ecstatic with her, I always grew cold when I would think of my unfilial son.

As such, five years have passed and Andromeda's sixth birthday was due soon. As I was pondering what to do for it, we were teleported to Olympus, where I was told what had happened.

And I learned the truth.

I had no idea of what had truly happened, and was devastated at his fate. I felt like I failed as a mother. I ignored my son and turned my back on him when he needed me the most. And afterwards, I thought he was ignoring me, he couldn't even contact me. He was all alone. In the worst place he could be. With every single thing that could ever want to kill him.

Before I knew it, I was shaking from horror and guilt. All the while, this woman, Nyx seemed to know Percy as well. Very intimately, if what that child I see with my daughter has any proof of it.

Could it be...?

I thought to myself as I saw her sea-green eyes. I knew it was true when Nyx pulled me aside after the kids went off to play. She apologized for what she had done, but she just wanted to feel loved. So, she decided to take my Percy's innocence.

After that, she focused on the screen in the center of the room, as did I.

And what I saw nearly broke me.

My baby boy, fighting for his life. Injures from past and present seemed to flow endlessly as his life drained out of him like an animal. The hollow look in his eyes. The sight of my precious son attempting to fight off two of his worst enemies. I could see that he didn't even register the voices from our side. He was almost dead inside, only moving on instinct. The sight of him being impaled by the scythe then nearly bisected when he put up resistance.

The look of life came back to his eyes, and all he did was struggle some more before giving up. The boy who had never let anything really get him down. The boy who went against fate. The boy who defied everything that was thrown at him in life had given up. And the worst thing came next.

His monologue.

His mask. His lies. His cry for help. No one was able to see him crying inside. No one was able to see him being broken. The things that happened to him. The life he went through. No one had an idea of how much he was hurting. Not even the ones closest to him. It's heart-wrenching that the only ones who are with him at his end are his killers. They probably are the only ones who could truly know what he is feeling since they are with him.

I can just imagine it. The coldness. The darkness encroaching on you. Your hands grow clammy and you lose feeling in your body, yet you can still feel the pain. The eerie warmth of your blood flowing out of you. The loss of self and surroundings as each of your senses shut down one by one.

I can't take it anymore as I fall to the ground, clutching my head and begging for something or someone to make it stop. Whatever IT is. I start to have trouble breathing as guilt crushes my chest, suffocating me.

The pain goes away as I feel someone hugging me. Or someones, plural.

"Don't cry. He wouldn't want you to be sad." I heard two voices say to me.

I look up, to see Andromeda and that girl who has my son's eyes hugging me. I notice that everyone in the room couldn't hold their emotions any longer and are grieving for what they've done. Hestia seems to be taking it the hardest aside from me, curling up and weeping uncontrollably. Even Nyx seems disgusted at herself for doing such a thing to Percy. I look back to the two girls only to realize they have matching rings on their necklaces.

"W-What are those?" I stutter.

They look to each other, before grinning widely.

"It's our promise rings. It's to make sure we'll always be together forever." my daughter announces.

I smile at her, happy that she at least found a friend here. "Where did you get it?" I ask.

"My father!" the Percy look-a-like announces. This seemed to shake everyone out of their grief, looking at her. "He made them for his significant other, but gave them to me. Because he said I'd be his hope, alongside her." she stated, looking at my little girl.

"Well, who's your father?" I ask gently, knowing that since she's here, she is no normal child.

"I'm Yuuma Amano Jackson." she smiles up brightly at me. I feel my heart drop like lead. That grin..., it's the exact damnable same as my son. "Percy Jackson's my Papa!"

Funnily enough, when I got to the part where I wrote Sally ignoring Percy's existence, I was listening to Faint by Linkin Park. Well, the end(maybe). I am finished with this story of heart-breaking, gut-wrenching sadness. Truthfully, I feel guilty just making a scenario where this happens to Percy. Still would do again though because I feel like I did a good job with this story. I hoped you all liked this story. I know I did. Please review and tell me your opinion on it.

PS. For those who recognize the name of his daughter, it's because I was reading some Highschool DxD, and wanted to write a fanfic or two in it. Also I like the name. I'll probably write some smut for that fandom to get me some variety on emotions, before turning it dark again. I feel like I have a new idea on a fanfic for that fandom.

PPS. I was listening to Hope of Morning by Icon For Hire when reading the first chapter, and thought the song really fits with it. Try it out. Love ya all!