Chapter 1

As Percy steps out of the portal, he finds himself in a vast black throne room. He glances around in awe, taking in the imposing surroundings, while Nyx observes him with a hint of amusement. Nyx releases Percy's hand but remains close by, attentively watching as he explores the room.

However, Percy's exploration is abruptly interrupted by the sound of a man's voice slicing through the silence. "My love, who is this?" Percy turns toward the voice, his gaze locking onto the figure of a man. He bears a striking resemblance to the man he had encountered earlier, but there is a maturity and authority in his demeanor that tells Percy this man is not the same one.

"My dear, this is Percy. I found him running through the forests of Greece while I was strolling through it. I can tell he's a son of Poseidon, but clearly, his father wasn't watching over him because Percy was thrown out of his home by his caretaker and was being chased by a hellhound," Nyx explains, offering a smile to the man.

The man's eyes narrow slightly at Nyx's explanation of Percy's predicament, but he softens as he crouches down to Percy's eye level. "Percy, do you know who we are?" he asks gently.

Percy shakes his head in response, uncertainty flickering in his sea-green eyes.

"My name is Erebus, and the woman who found you is my wife, Nyx," the man introduces himself, his voice carrying a reassuring tone. "Do you know anything about the Greek's beliefs?"

Percy nods slowly. "A little bit," he admits. "My mom told me, but she didn't get to teach me much."

Erebus nods understandingly before continuing, "Well, Percy, I am the primordial of darkness, while Nyx is the primordial of night. You are in our home in the void."

Percy's eyes widen in astonishment. "What am I doing here?" he asks, a hint of fear creeping into his voice. Nyx approaches, crouching down beside Erebus, her presence offering comfort amidst Percy's fear.

"You don't need to be afraid of us, Percy. We're not going to hurt you," Nyx reassures him, her voice gentle and soothing. "I brought you here to be raised away from the cruel world you were brought into and abandoned in. You may be the key to saving our home."

Percy nods, trying to absorb Nyx's words. The idea of being a savior seems daunting, but he trusts Nyx and Erebus's intentions, even if he doesn't fully understand them.

"How old are you, Percy?" Erebus inquires.

"I'm eight," Percy replies.

Nyx smiles warmly before turning to Erebus. "Do you want to tell him, or should I?"

Erebus chuckles before turning back to Percy, who looks on with confusion.

"Time moves differently here, Percy. The void operates at a much faster pace than Earth. By the time you're ready to return, you'll be much, much older than eight, even if you don't appear to be," Erebus explains gently.

Percy listens with wide-eyed wonder before responding with a simple, "Oh."

Erebus and Nyx share a soft laugh before rising to their feet. "Percy, would you allow Erebus and me to adopt you? You would gain many incredible powers, and instead of being a demigod, you would become a demi-primordial," Nyx proposes, her tone warm and inviting.

Percy is taken aback by the offer, but the prospect of having loving parents fills him with excitement and joy. He eagerly nods his head in agreement.

Nyx smiles tenderly before she and Erebus extend their hands toward Percy, their expressions filled with warmth. Together, they speak in a language that Percy doesn't understand, but he senses an air of solemnity and care in their words.

As Nyx and Erebus complete their ritual, shadows begin to coil around Percy's body, enveloping him completely before releasing him a few moments later. Percy looks up at them in astonishment, feeling the surge of power that accompanies his adoption as a demi-primordial.

Nyx summons a handheld mirror, offering it to Percy to observe himself. As he gazes into the reflective surface, he is met with a startling transformation. His eyes, once sea-green, have darkened into swirling vortexes of black, pulsing with newfound power. His hair has taken on a deep, space-black hue, and his skin has tanned to match the complexion of Nyx and Erebus.

Percy stares at his altered reflection in wonder, marveling at the changes that signify his newfound status as their adopted son.

Nyx extends her hand, and Percy hesitantly grasps it. "Come, Percy, let us show you your new home," she says warmly. Percy nods eagerly, filled with a mix of excitement and curiosity. With Nyx leading the way and Erebus following closely behind, they leave the throne room behind to explore Percy's new life as a demi-primordial.