"Okay Percy, this time, how about you show me a memory of something a little less graphic, please. I understand if you want to show me something that is important, but maybe less sexual. Okay?" The interviewer said. "Fine, how about… This! This is the memory of our first kiss, and how that one moment changed the rest of our lives." I replied, showing him a small vial with a black and red thread inside. "I am okay with whatever you show me, but remember that I am writing the biography of the second person to ever reach paradise in two tries. And the first to refuse it."
15 years old. Greek runes, Indian tribal, Chinese dragons and tigers, African rising sun at the base of my neck, my body covered in Western skulls, guns, swords, more tribal, this time red and yellow, fire of course. The traditional Australian lizard crawling up my neck. The japanese kanji 火災悪魔 and 死をもたらす男, Fire Demon and Man Who Brings Death, scrawled across my back in scars. Those I did not accept, but I bear them proudly enough that after a couple years, I had them copied over in ink. The celtic symbol for fire on my right shoulder blade and many more.
Anywhere I was sent by the gods, I got a tattoo. It was my release for never being home. I was working in Hephaestus' forge and Zoe was watching me. She was staring at my hands intently, as if her hands would ever survive the fires of my father's greatest work. This is the true Skyforge. I was making a Spartan sword for myself, knowing the exact temperature of the flames, and controlling it. The tattoo's coiling up my arms making it a spectacle to watch.
Soon I pulled out the liquid metal and poured it into a hand-crafted mold. I waited a couple minutes for the sword to cool before completely shattering my clay mold. The triangular blade that tapered to a point before me is the blade that far later killed the sirens. I grabbed the bone handle I carved when I was with the Iroquois and took some (humanely collected) unicorn glue and heated it till it became a liquid. I dipped my finger into it and lathered the insides of the handle with it. Before it cooled I placed the thinner part of the phlegethon blade into the handle. After that I carved a rune into the base of the handle. Unbreaking. I made sure that I would never have to replace the handle, and like all metal from The Underworld, the blade regenerates cracks on it's own. I cast a spell on it so I could sharpen it and began to.
About 50 minutes into the sharpening, me and Zoe were talking about why I listened to old singers like Linkin Park and Eminem. I told her because Hestia introduced me to them, and there was no good music currently. Suddenly we heard screeching below us, and when we looked down, a mini army of 70 demons. Idiots. But they attacked anyway. We fought most of them off quickly, maybe 5 minutes, then I burned off the stragglers. All of a sudden I heard a scream.
I turned around and saw a giant spider. One of it's fangs was lodged in Zoe's shoulder. I closed my eyes and created a dozen fiery versions of me. They latched onto the spider and burned it to ashes. As soon as they were done, I ran over to Zoe and took out a knife. I laid her on the ground and tore her shirt off. I carved a healing rune on her heart to protect it from the poison before I rolled her over. I put another one above the wound and began chanting in greek.
"Μπορεί φωτιά καίει στο αίμα σας και το κακό να έχει καθαρισθεί από τις φλέβες σας. Μπορεί ο θάνατος φοβούνται το φως ότι οι αντλίες καρδιά σας και το δέρμα σας αισθάνεται. Το δηλητήριο στο σώμα σας υφίσταται μόνο προσωρινά, και η κόλαση που αιμορραγεί από σας καταστρέφει."
Soon she healed and the former two inch deep hole had become a faint scar. I grabbed her a towel and woke her up. I gave it to her, but she looked at me like I was an alien. "Seriously Percy, I don't care about my shirt. OR covering up for that matter. The one thing I do care about is this." With that she kissed me. It was electric, like the after affect of an orgasm, the faint pulse of blood in your ears, the excitement you get, but it also was restrained, caged in, very unlike the wild, animalistic side that appears during one. I pressed forward, staining to get more of this feeling, until our bodies touched, and then I remembered that we both were topless. I pulled away and looked into her eyes, hoping to see a good emotion. What I saw surprised me. It was lust, but mixed with love and something else that I can't identify to this day. She wasn't smiling, but she was chewing on her lower lip almost as vigorous as the chanting I did not five minutes ago.
Then we kissed again.
Hi, everybody. Anyone who favorited, thank you. As for Guest's confusion, I think that all of Aphrodite/Venus' children look like what their parents envision beauty as, since that is how she/she appears to the mortal father. But the relation that Zoe had to the Hesperides in the original series has absolutely no correlation to the current story. That goes the same for Percy. I will be posting my chapters once every week, but on random days, because I write all of this in one day. I have one question. Last chapter, I made a sex scene. What can you say was the strongest point and the weakest point? And if I had to fix one thing, tell me. If your suggestion was already taken, say it anyway.