Authors' Note- Guys I did not forget about the story. Its been close to a month and a half since I've updated. My longest break. Finals, winter break, family, new years. I've been busy. Cya

A year after Ares soul has been dissipated.

(Presidents view)

At first there was chaos. Huge storms in both the sky and oceans were constantly battering the costal cities. Million of people started losing their lives everyday. Destruction and death had affected every single country. Then the day after New Years, the world seemed to be a lot brighter. Of course you may think that's insane, but everywhere everyone started to see strange things. All our mythical monsters started to become our reality.

At this point I put my plan into action. Step 1, go public with the insane theory that our mysterious man gave me. People were skeptic to say the least. Though it did not take long for them to accept it, when people started to figure out there was a floating mountain on top of the Empire State building.

Step 2: confess to the other countries, and try to convince them to go with my plan. This went as I expected-rejection. They at first criticize me; they thought that I was a lunatic. So, as a result, I used the best invention to mankind: the internet, and the media.

Step 3: Create safe heavens, until the sister planet is created. For the past year, I have poured trillions of dollars and resources into secret bases. They are underground cites built 80 miles beneath the surface that could hold up to 300 million people. So far I have had 10 of them built, and 3 more are almost done.

Taking a sip of my black coffee, I turned my chair to the broadcasting news. A pretty women with a red raincoat, was giving updates on how things were going in the U.S.

"Florida has been completely emerged in Hurricane Kristin," said the baffled newswomen. "We don't expect much casualties, because most of the east coast has evacuated to Safe-haven Zues."

Taking my attention I began to shuffle through the stacks of papers that I had to work through. "What a great time to be president", I thought with a smirk. Looking for my favorite orange pen that had Mr. President written across it, I glanced one more time at the TV.

"So far the entire east coast is flooded underneath the ocean. The only spot that does not seem affect is Manhattan New, York. It seems like an invisible barrier, is keeping out the billions of gallon of water."

RING, RING, RING, RING.!..!...!...

Letting out a sigh I quickly grabbed my personal phone, and looked at the number. To my shock my phone literally said that the call was from another planet. "Well guess who is finally calling", I thought.

Bring my phone to my ear; I briefly made out the words- It's time. The sister planet is built.

(PERCY POS)

(A year after Ares Death)

Building a planet is not easy. Even for the first creation, it still took months of preparation and calculations. First I had to find all the ingredients that would make the planet habitatable for the mortals. Then I basically had to build the whole entire civilization: buildings, houses, roads and all that shit.

Months on end, I would wake up and populate with the planet with vegetation and animals. I first created a new sun; I then created a moon, which is about 3x less, then the new Earth's mass. After dabbling a bit, I finally added the finishing touches to the new Earth. I decided that the new Earth's name would be called Planet Hope.

Standing on top of the highest mountain I started to gather my power. Shooting up with unmanageable speed, I soon found myself viewing Planet Hope. Eyes glowing, darkness consuming, I went into my divine form.

Sensing the void from the darkest parts of the Universe, I began to cloak my new planet so; my son and his spawns would not be able to find it. I am a man of acceptance. I have long ago accepted that there is a possibility that I would lose the battle with my son.

Infact, there was a 43% chance that I would. I knew one thing for sure. If I lost I would take my damn children with me and give the mortals a chance to live their short lives in piece, with a few gods to serve them.

Gathering my powers I grabbed my symbol of power, and jumped through the universe to earth. Landing softly on the Empire State building, I looked up with a sad smile. Today was the day that god would be purged. The corrupt would be killed. The innocent would thrive.

Making a list of potential gods that I would deliver judgment, I began to ride the elevator up to Olympus.

Correcting my grammar tmrw.