Chapter Two

Everyone stared in shock as their deceased saviour stood before them, with more power rolling off of him than every god in the room combined. You would think that after seeing their hero after almost two years, they'd be happy to see him, some happy enough to run up and hug him. However, the cold look in his eyes stopped them, the way his eyes seemed to frost over even more as he looked at each of them. Additionally, even after Lady Chaos hid more of her power to make it easier to breathe, her two companions weren't with that program, and the Olympians were once again trapped in their seats.

"Aight, it's kinda awkward in here so I'll introduce myself. My name is Isaiah, codename Void and I am the leader of the Chaotic Assassins. My current domains are Stealth, Strength, Entertainment, and unfortunately Emotions. I am here with my right and left-hand assassins to tackle the dark primordial and his army. I will personally antagonize the shit out of Tartarus as my assassins deal with the leaders of his army, his financial officers, and anyone else whose death will cripple his attack." The gods were able to drag their eyes from the newly revived Hero of Olympus to listen to the assassin speak. To their shock, a few of them involuntarily shifted into their Roman forms as they took a closer look at him.

"I was born on this planet in 1964 and was believed to have died in Camp Jupiter when my fellow praetor Michael Varus led his entire cohort to their untimely deaths in the 1980s. Lady Chaos saw the amount of pressure upon me with the Legion split between going there too and avenging their leader or listening to the augur who said to wait for the Prophecy of Seven. She said that they would not benefit from my sensible thinking and would be better off fighting amongst themselves until they came to their senses so she plucked me up and trained me." The gods who recognized him remained in their Roman forms to acknowledge the former praetor with respect for his service before shifting back.

After everyone began looking at Percy expectantly, and Void dramatically leaned forward to stare at him as well, he sighed and finally stepped forward to speak.

"My name is Percy Jackson, codename Frost and I am the Commander of the Chaotic Army. My current domains are Liquids, Tactics, Temperature, and Battle. I am here with my captains and their lieutenants, along with 200 of my elite soldiers to tackle the forces Tartarus throws at us. I will ensure that his army is destroyed, base of operations obliterated and anyone who may attempt to help him is dead before they can 'avenge' him. I was born on this planet 21 years ago and died while protecting the Hunters of Artemis when the revived Orion and his lackeys attacked them. Lady Chaos saw the sacrifice I made and didn't want me to go to waste in death so she took me before my soul drifted from my body and began training me."

At this, the occupants of the room were shocked, not only to hear that Percy had gotten more powerful but also that he had his own army and was confident that only 200 men could take on millions of monsters. To their dismay, they were unable to detect any mirth from him, lowering their hopes of the same old Percy returning to them.

"Percy, you know these people better than Isaiah and he's being a better audience. I'd appreciate it if you would be a little warmer despite you being…. You."

"Easier said than done m'lady, you know this is the last place I want to be," causing the gods to wince at his blatant disregard for them, "and that the amount of attacks Tartarus has started is unbelievably annoying. The captains are coming here so the lieutenants are the ones in charge but are acting incompetent. I may have to publicly murder someone to get people to do things the right way." With every angry word, more and more frost spread around Percy, in a rather eerily way. Percy's indifference to a person's life scared the Olympians, leaving them wondering how much he changed since they last saw him.

As if summoned, a small TV screen appears before Percy, displaying a young man in similar armor to the set Percy had shown up wearing and had a sword of ice as the insignia on his breastplate. Percy immediately became annoyed and glared at the guy.

"Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt but we have lost our lieutenant. We -,"

"Excuse me? You 'lost' your lieutenant? Does that even sound like it makes any sort of fucking sense? How do you lose someone that you are supposed to be following through the planet?" The man didn't know whether or not these were rhetorical questions and was frightened at his commander's reaction.

"I truly apologize sir, we have sent search parties out and have men on spiders flying around to look. I don't -,"

"Have you at least recovered her armor?"

"H- ho- how would get her armor if we cannot find her, I'm sure she wouldn't have discarded her armor -,"

"ARE YOU INCOMPETENT?! EVERYONE IN OUR ARMY CAN BE TRACKED BY TOUCHING YOUR INSIGNIA AND THINKING OF THE PERSON INVOLVED! The fact that this wasn't your first step is actually concerning and may constitute for suspension, expulsion, or death. Depends on how I'm feeling later." The young man looked ready to protest but Percy punched the screen, breaking it before the man could protest. The throne room was deathly silent after viewing the interaction between Percy and a soldier of his.

Well, silent until a slightly obnoxious laugh arose from Chaos' right side and everyone turned to Void who was wheezing on the ground, trying to catch his breath.

"How many times was that in the past week bro?"

"...Fifteen," Percy says with an annoyed expression on his face. "When this is all over, we need to have another army-wide assembly like we did 1,400 years ago."

In that sentence, the gods became very confused. How could Percy have been present for a meeting that he wasn't alive for?

"I still don't think they take you too seriously man, you joined the army three thousand years ago and became commander in less than 500 years, kind of insulting to people who had been there since before you were born."

"If that's the case, they need a reminder of what it means to be cold," Percy smirked, with a cruel look in his eyes. The contrast between the Percy they knew and this Percy made everyone uncomfortable and wondering what made him change this way.

"Let's move on to formalities. These two men are the leaders of my home planet Chaotica and have grown in many ways since they first showed up. Isaiah here joined when your planet reached its 1984th year. Time travels differently throughout the universe, but he has served for about twelve thousand years and will hopefully stay for twenty thousand more. He excels in the arts of stealth, quick and silent murder, fighting enemies more than twice his size, using his raw power to fight and take down the most powerful of foes in one-on-one battles, and the most useful one being his ability to distract his enemy with words. His domains are a big tribute to his success and I don't even have doubt that he could kill everyone in this room before they could acknowledge his presence, so for the safety of your own lives, don't try him or you will die." The gods didn't know whether to feel relieved that the man was on their side against Tartarus or to be concerned at the threat he could pose them if he wished to.

"Percy joined a year and 8 months ago for your planet and due to the difference in the flow of time, he has served for over three thousand years and plans to stay until he fades. He has mastered the arts of combat and battle tactics, taking down a large number of enemies efficiently, using weapon skills to overcome the raw power that his foes may have, and ultimately demonstrating the criteria for success when it comes to being the commander of an army. His domains outline his status on Chaotica and there is no one in the universe, including me, that would be able to surpass his intelligence in battle strategy."

After hearing this explanation of Percy and Void's skills in their main expertise, the gods didn't know whether or not to be afraid of them or to respect them, but they did know that these two men were far out of their league and shouldn't be trifled with. There was a clear contrast between the Percy who was powerful, able to take over a battlefield, and somehow succeed through winging everything he did, and the Percy before them who was battle-hardened, calculative, and tactical.

A portal opened in front of Void, and out of it came a moon-like ball, glowing with power, but also felt like if it weren't in front of their faces, they would have missed the appearance of whoever created it. A beam of light shined onto the ground and a person was formed through the beam.

The figure stepped forward, revealing a woman, about 5'9 wearing a dark blue hunting parka jacket, white jeans, and light blue sneakers. Leaving her jacket unzipped revealed a shirt that had two buttons undone from the top, knowingly or not, showing the top of her sizeable breasts. Her black belt tightened her pants to where her ass was clearly defined, and the men in the room appreciated the definition.

Her long black hair was flowing down her back, her skin copper colored, but beautifully pure. The most interesting part of her, that caused Artemis to gasp and Thalia to stare in shock, were her volcanic eyes that could either convey swift death, or undying loyalty, depending on who she laid her eyes upon.

"The King of Dz-4 sends his regards," Zoë Nightshade says with a sinister smirk on her face, before bringing up a bloody necklace, "and was more than happy to give up the cursed jewelry, so happy that he stopped breathing too." With that, she tossed the necklace to Void, who in turn, dropped it into a mini vortex that appeared under his hand.

Before anyone could properly react to Zoë's apparent revival, a light fluttering could be heard throughout the throne room, increasing in volume and seemingly getting closer until a bright light appeared from the ceiling. An angelic figure descends from the light, her wings being the source of the fluttering noise.

As the figure landed, everyone could clearly see that that was a female with bright white wings, a blue blouse with white and black polka-dotted pants. Her short heels were white to compliment her outfit, but her clothing was tight enough to see her large breasts and a nice ass to match.

Her black eyes conveyed madness hidden behind great intellect, similar to her father's eyes, the only difference being that his pair were widened while staring at her in shock. Her olive skin brought humanity back to her, even though she still had enormous wings coming out of her back. Her hair was braided down her back, in the same style it was before she died about six years ago. There was a splash of freckles on her face adding a cute feature to her, not that the thought would still be there when they noticed what was in her hand.

"Mission report?" Void asks with a grin.

"The dumbass archduke won't be an issue in System O anymore," and with that, Bianca D'Angelo held up a severed head, still dripping blood.

"I understand that they were supposed to be here for this meeting, however, I'm sure that proper introductions would be appreciated."

"I present to you the Master Assassin of the Chaotic Assassins, Zoë Nightshade, and the Heir to the title of Leader of Chaotic Assassins, Bianca D'Angelo!"