"Mark!" Percy said, surprised. "You're early!" He was, by ten minutes. "Well Percy, Olympus wants us to finish the interview before the end of the month so… I thought that ten minutes times 21, 210 more minutes. More than 3 hours worth of extra talking." And he was right of course, those ten extra minutes would finish the interview with time to spare. "Well, about the interview, I found a couple strands of memories that I placed in chronological order." Percy said. "By a couple you mean…?" Mark questioned. "17. All will fill up your time gap." Perce replied. "Then lets get started!"

2 months after the mini army.

"Percy, I still can't believe that you got another tattoo. Don't you think you've had enough?" Zoe said. "Maybe but-" And then the explosion. Even though he was immune to fire, the blast was strong enough to knock me back. When I got up, I looked for Zoe. I found her fumbling for her sword. I smirked. I hadn't killed since… Wow, that long. I jumped, mini nukes beneath my feet, which propelled me on to the rafters. From there I jumped two, then another, from there a burning flagpole. I swung and landed on a demon.

I did the foot-blast thing again, charring my adversary and doing a back flip. I made my hand a claw of fire, and tore out an Empousa's heart. A rune on my right hand glowed and spun, slicing out The Minotaur's innards out with Kakos, not that it mattered. Five seconds later it was a pile of ash. In those five seconds I slammed an Empousa with the hilt of my sword, the end spurted out fire, burning it and propelling it, and my hand, into a hellhounds head. I unsheathed it from the now glowing skull only to behead a Mormo saying "Bad chi-". Even with my special blade, I was being overpowered.

I smiled and blasted them away, taking care not to kill them. My blade went wherever it goes when I didn't want it. *Cough* A stone in fifth century *Cough* I removed my shirt and suddenly wings sprung forth, but they weren't like regular wings. More like fiery demon wings. In an instant I was covered in armor, the helmet in the shape of a dragon. I pulled out a great sword that was a mix of Stygian metal and Celestial Bronze. I swung it and it cleaved a Telekhine in half, one side up in smoke, the other in gold dust. I laughed. Giant spiders. Fuck. Irony really, Mary Jane is scared of spiders, Gwen Stacy almost dies by one, but this time it wasn't trying to save her. The opposite really. But I was.

Finally the gods got here. We stood back to back. But a Lamia got past me and dragged me away. Finally I regained my composure and my wings flapped. Suddenly I heard a scream. I ran towards Zoe, knowing it was her. My scalding hot hand reached into it's head, then tearing out it's brain. My armor suddenly fell off, giving way to black medics robes. Almost four years and she still got bit. I kneeled down, repeating what I did when I was fifteen. She didn't wake up. The gods were done now, so they encircled us. I didn't understand. I tapped into Hestia's power, and tried again. And then I heard a memory, from her. Your child needs to realize that, sometimes, poison will plague a spirit.

I sat back, only for a second. Then I tried something. I inhaled and held my breath. I closed her nose and opened her mouth. I acted like I did in CPR class at Hawaii. But when I breathed, I released pure power, not fire, simply power. Suddenly her eyes shot open and she sat up. I hugged her, crying. All of the gods breathed a sigh of relief. I whispered in her ear, "I love you Zoe Agnes." and in return she said "And I you, Percy Mason." Then I made the worst mistake of my life. I kissed her.

Venus screamed and blasted me away. I hit a pillar instead of the intended ground so far below. She became her true form, incinerating any monster remains. And Zoe's mind. She screamed, then died. I didn't though. I stood back up when she was finished, my skin tingling with the new power she game me. She looked at my standing form, but this time I truly was a demon. Instead of armor or military clothes, I had simple black cotton pants. No shirt, no weapon, just pure intimidation. I stepped forward, and my tattoos steadily glowed brighter with every step I took towards her. " You. Killed. Your. Gods. Be. Damned. Daughter." I stopped. "Why?" I asked. She replied "No daughter of mine would lay with a… A greek." I bounced her off pure air for that comment. Blasted her off this floating island, then using a mini nuke, bounced her back, and repeat. But my love for Zoe kept her healing, and my rage for Venus turned Ares to my side. Her last words before I sent her to Tartarus were "This means war."

Five people stepped to my side. Artemis, Ares, Hades, Hephaestus and Zeus. Poseidon, Hestia, Apollo, Demeter and Hermes stepped aside, not wanting to fight. The rest stepped to Venus' side.