Semelē would be the first to admit that she had a temper.

She took after her Father in that regard.

Her temper tends to blind her on the occasion to the point where she didn't notice how her hair moved through the air with no wind in a mimic of sunrays. She didn't notice how when power all but blazed in her eyes making them glow an ominous blue. She didn't even pay attention to how the initial blast of her mageia burst out of her like an exploding bomb leaving only her twin safe in the resulting khaos.

"I admired you greatly," she murmured, voice echoing around them. "It feels like another life when I remember that you and your siblings had been my teachers." During those days, she cared more about learning mageia than how attractive any of them were. It's why it felt like a first meeting seeing Kirkê again. It certainly didn't help matters that she was not in the body of a child hiding behind her Father's legs. "I aspired to be as talented as you and have my name remembered for eons to come in history."

The goddess clamored to her feet from behind an uprooted bush. Her hair was in disarray and some of the diamonds had fallen from their places in her jewelry. "Remembrance? I am only remembered for copulating with a bull! I have lost all religious honors among mortal men! Dismissed! Rejected, publicly humiliated! And do you know what the Olympioi did? They bestowed honors upon my Husband while I have to face ridicule! You want that kind of memory than have it!" She waved her hand at her son who pinned an almost hungry stare at Semelē.

The daughter of Poseidón scowled, flexing her fingers as she reached for her mageia. If he even thought about getting near her, Semelē was going to feed the local food banks steak and potatoes for months.

But see, the one thing people tended to forget was that...

Perseús was her equal in all that mattered. With the casual swipe of his hand, the monster was sent soaring. He turned his poisonous green eyes onto the goddess. "Lady, you're really pissing me off."

Pasiphaë scowled at them both, hands flinging to the air with silver mageia danced around her fingers. Semelē reacted immediately.

"Wait. Everyone just cool down," Atkis called from where the initial blast of Semelē's mageia threw him. He rushed to stand between the two groups. He gave the twins a stern look before turning to the elder goddess. "Sister, truly. There must be a better way."

"I have made my demands, Brother," she replied immediately. "Tis up to them if they wished to utilize it."

"You want me to become a goddamn monster fucker," Semelē snapped.

"My son is no monster," Pasiphaë argued. "His enemies tremble at his name! He holds power that mortals can only dream of!"

"And he got killed by a seventeen-year-old with peach fuzz," Perseús snarled.

"And your daughter helped him by the way," his sister pointed out. She checked her nails, casting an unbothered glance over towards the monster that was making its way back to the group. "Guess there really is a meaning to that being a face only a Mother could love."

Perseús gave a sharp laugh. "He looks just like his Father. Daddy's little man."

Atkis turned to them incredulously. "Are you trying to piss her off?"

"Yes."

Pasiphaë's face darkened with her anger. Atkis held his hands out pleadingly. "Sister, please. We'll leave."

"We're not leaving without that pearl," Perseús argued. "And my sister is fucking that beast."

The goddess smiled at them with all teeth and Semelē was so mad that her attraction from earlier went away to the point that she can see the resemblance between her and that demon seed that she bore. "Again, I have made my demands. I swore on the Styx."

Semelē and Perseús shared looks before turning and sizing the goddess up. When they teamed up together, they were usually enough to make their siblings stand down. Though that may be because they were trained by all of them and their parents and threw their own little twist into their fighting styles to be a bit unpredictable.

They could...make her break her oath.

Everyone knew the consequences of breaking an oath on the Styx. Kym told them that the demigods that the other gods have liked to think that the consequences of a broken oath fell on them, but honestly, gods would love it if they did fall upon them. Like their Uncle who broke his oath to not have children a few years back, he might not have been kicked out from the gods but now his daughter was stuck in the form of a tree and her soul was being used as a battery for the shield around that camp. And when the tree reached maturity, her soul would disappear, not even down to the Underworld. It would just be gone as if it were never there.

"No," Atkis stated. "This was a mistake from the beginning. I should have never gone along with it."

"You wouldn't have been able to stop us," Perseús told him, shifting on his feet so that he could not leave their line of sight.

"I can call Grandfather here in less than a second," Atkis warned them.

Semelē tilted her head, feeling a spark of mageia. She looked back to the goddess who said no words, but a spell had just been cast.

Evanescet. Evanescet. Evanescet.

"Fine," Semelē snapped breaking up whatever argument her brother was having. Her face was a bit pale and fear clouded her eyes. "I'll do it. I'll sleep with your son-"

"Sister!" Perseús protested. She shook her head. "I need that pearl, Brother. I need it like the tides need the moon."

"There must be another way."

"Maybe," she shrugged. "But we do not have time to figure it out." She turned back to the elder goddess who smiled like the cat that got the cream. "I do not trust that you will not try to cheat your way out of the deal." She sauntered forward to place a hand on Atkis' shoulder. If there was one thing that Semelē was proud of, it was how powerful that she was. She knew that Pasiphaë was more skilled than her, but Semelē was not going to let that stop her. She ran her mageia over him, a spell coating him that acted as if she were removing her protections from him. "You will give the pearl to Atkis while I..." Her face took on a green tinge while another spell slipped under the first, small and unnoticeable to change his depths of his pockets into an entrance for her pocket dimension. "While your son and I lay together."

Pasiphaë hummed, "Very well." She turned her attention to her child. "Asterion, show her to your room."

Perseús grabbed a hold of her arm. "Semelē."

She gave him a small, shaky smile as she removed his hand. She rubbed a soothing thumb over the back of it as she utilized her forefinger to tap out a single message. "It will be fine," she murmured. "Tis obvious that we would have to sacrifice a few things to complete this quest."

"Your dignity should not be one of them," he argued as he tapped back a confirmation. She flinched, shuddering a bit and her clothes shifted until she was once more dressed for battle. "I beg of you. Please. Change your mind."

Semelē turned her head away from him and he sighed deeply, letting her go as she step away. He watched as she disappeared back into the house with the monster as the goddess cackled. "I would have thought she fought harder," the goddess chuckled, eyes glittering cruelly. "Tis seems she's a monster fucker after all. Like Father, Like Daughter. 'Daddy's little girl'."

Perseús gritted his teeth as he glared at her. Oh, how he would love to see her knocked off her high horse, but the threads that moved about his sight showed that in few years time, a half-blood would humble her.

"Very well," she stated, waving her hand about. A subtle twist of her hand brought forth a small jewelry box. "An oath is an oath."

Perseús' fingers twitched. He watched as Atkis took the box in his hand.

And it was as if time slowed down completely.

The elder smiled at his sister who rolled her eyes.

His arm moved back, hand moving slowly. The box slipped into his pocket.

And the house exploded around them.


Semelē pushed the concrete wall from a top of her body.

That was a bigger blast than she had been expecting, but what the hell. It got the job done. She coughed waving the dust from in front of her face as she teleported back to her Perseús' side. Her twin was already wrapping an arm around her to stabilize her before she even fully appeared.

Semelē pursed her lips as she looked around the once beautiful home. It was good thing Pasiphaë had powers. The rebuilding was gonna cost a fortune otherwise, sheesh. And from what she heard, Hḗphaistos charged an arm and a leg and the Kýklōpes usually tried to get over if you went to the wrong group.

Atkis was sprawled against the ground, bleeding heavily. She grimaced. She forgot to account him into the spell when the explosion hit, then a shield could have saved him. But then again, her own shield had failed.

"We should leave before she gets from under all of that," Perseús coughed, gesturing to the piles of stone and the rebar that was definitely sticking out of her side.

She grimaced, nodding her head. "You get Atkis?" Her muscles still hurt a bit from flipping that overgrown bull over her shoulder when he got too close to her. Thank Pontos, that Atkis placed the pearl in his pocket quickly. That thing had already had pulled down his pants and she saw way too much of him for her comfort.

Perseús moved over to the elder god, digging around in their pocket dimension and grabbing a bit of nectar. He poured it a top the head wound before throwing a bit of rubble from a top of him. "Sheesh, you cracked the ground with that one."

She gave a breathless laugh as she grabbed a piece of ambrosia and bit down on it. "Yeah, well," Semelē shrugged. "It was either that or get monster guts on me." She moved over to sling Atkis' other arm over her shoulder. "We'd have to go back out into the streets for me to teleport us or hell, just call for the pegasi. I don't, ahem, think I'd have enough strength to take us to even a waterfront."

It was when they were almost through the threshold that laughter sound behind him.

They tense.

"I should kill you for that," she wheezed. The sound of shifting rumble sounds behind them and they turn to look at her immediately. She's leaning on her arm, blooding dripping into her eye, but she doesn't seem to notice as she cradled her side where the rebar was still sticking out. "But you have bigger things to worry about coming your way soon."

"What are you talking about," Perseús demanded as Atkis gave a low groan in their arms.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough." She waved her hand airily in response. "Your fates now sits on a crossroad. An undoing that could happen by your own hand."

Perseús' fingers flex and Pasiphaë gasps, a hand moving up to clutch at her throat. "What do you mean by that?"

And people thought that Semelē was terrifying.

Her shining eyes burn as if her Father's sun was trying to wipe the planet out. "Tell your Father that Percy Jackson says hi."

"Who the fuck is Percy Jackson," Semelē questioned, frustrated confusion in her eyes.

But Perseús turned to look at his sister. He remembered the way that she thrashed against the ground. He remembered the way she mumbled "Son of Jack". That could not have been a coincidence.

"The Great Prophecy is beginning to unfold! Soon, the half-blood of the eldest gods will show up."

The twins shifted on their feet because they may have been young, but they were not stupid.

A mortal and their Father and the Great Prophecy all in one sentence.

They didn't want to think it true. They didn't want to believe that their Father would cheat on their Mother again, but this time with a mortal, especially not after swearing an oath to prevent exactly that.

"The prophecy..." came Atkis' weak voice. "Half-blood could save us. Salvation."

But Semelē didn't seem to notice. Too lost in the rage of what it could mean. Cruelly, she scoffs before bending over to cough the rest of the dust and smoke in her lungs. "Please. If this boy is our brother... and that is a very, very, very big if, then I doubt that his whore of a mother could equal up to the virgin mary."

Perseús however stopped paying attention to what might be an affair and that was a big might. Their Uncle had already broke the oath once before. Whose to say that this wasnt him again? A plot to frame their Father and get the gods to go to war while he cruised along to sixteen before revealing the truth and ascending the throne of Olympos.

No, he had to ignore that. He and his sister had their own things to worry about than some mortal that would die as they all do. So, no. He didn't care to focus on some stupid affair. Not when there was a chance it wouldn't be true.

(But he made a mental note to look into it when they had the time. If this Percy Jackson was the child of the prophecy, then he would have to die especially if he was another physical manifestation of their Father's infidelity. Perseús would not see his Mother cry because of a mortal. Eh, and to save the world too, he guessed.)

He forced himself to focus on her words. Trying to make sense of them. The Great Prophecy was about choice, wasn't it? A choice of Fate.

And... he willed himself to look back at the goddess. She said that Fate was sitting on the crossroads. And he only knew one deity that had close relations to the House of Poseidón and dealt with crossroads.


WORD COUNT: 2446

COMMENTS FROM THE AUTHOR:

1) I know someone probably wanted a fight scene, but like Semelē doesn't have time for that. Wil there eventually be fight scenes? Yes. Just not now.

2) I'm still playing around with Perseús' method of fight. Semelē uses mageia, Percy has riptide... what I'm thinking of doing with Perseús is honestly, kind of interesting.


UPDATES ON OTHER FICS IN PJO:

The Sea Verse

1A) The rewrite of Surface Pressure is also coming along. Blue-Eye Crew is coming back.

1B) Ocean's Offspring and it's rewrite are also coming along. I really need to post the last chapters to Ocean's Offspring, but I need to find the notebook that I wrote them in, dust them off and do a bit of editing before I can do that.

1C) Blessings from Khaos has recently been updated and will receive another one soon!

The Ghost Realm

2A) I am literally one chapter away from completing the MOA arc in Make Love, Not War. I am almost finished with the second arc, and I'll be posting it all in one go as soon as it is done.

2B) The Poisonous Vine has been given me hell! Absolute hell! It might end up scrapped.

2C) Unnamed AU: I kind of want to change it and make the OC into something similar to Klaus from TUA. Idk yet.