Percy was insanely bored out of his mind as he fell into Tartarus. Again. "You know, you think they would make it more terrifying after you do it twice and escape through the literal Doors of Death" the teen scoffed to himself.
Screams of tortured souls and the damned being torn apart by hellhounds echoed like a megaphone from all around.
Percy could only feel his eyebrow twitch. If the damned souls, a part of him snickered at the word dam before the rest viciously murdered the last rebellious piece of innocence in his spirit, were within his grasp he would give them something to scream bloody murder about!
"Ah, such a hate filled soul! Why, I haven't felt such malevolence in eons! I think I'm going to have a nice little chat with you!"
Percy's head turned in every direction searching for the source of the voice that was all around him. "Who in Tartarus' shit stained trousers are?! Show yourself coward!" he snarled with his eyes narrowed.
"You could say I am The Chaos to Chaos. The Creator of The Creator, if you will. You see, in the beginning of everything there was nothing but me. All alone. In an endless void."
"Spare me the fucking sob story and get to the point. I have plans to formulate to murder most of the Greek Pantheon and I don't have time to waste on listening to a disembodied voice drone on about their emo days when nothing existed!" Percy snapped.
The disembodied voice laughed before suddenly the toxic air in front of Percy melted together to form a female body. Hair like swirling galaxies, that is to say it looked like a black to purple ombre color with white spots moving through the strands like spots of light, fell from the top of the figures head and reached their waist. Flawless alabaster pale skin contrasted her hair while mercurial silver eyes twinkled with amusement. Her figure was exaggerated but not overly so, the best comparison would be to a really busty supermodel with a slightly smaller butt and waist. "Most people wouldn't dare to speak to me that way, Perseus" the female said with a voice that seemed on the surface melodic and sweet as sugar but held dangerous levels of strength in the undertones.
"Well most people can fuck off with the horse they rode in. I'm falling into Tartarus in celestial bronze chains and sentenced to live here for eternity for crimes I didn't commit. Respecting any sort of deity is not on my list of things to consider" Percy said with a glare.
"Yet in your declaration of revenge against the Greek Gods, you named four Gods and Goddesses you would not take your fury out on. That in itself is a contradictory choice, it speaks to some level of respect and yet your words just now say you have no care to respect a deity more than yourself" the woman spoke with a tilt of her head.
"They didn't speak out against me, simple as that. One is a misandrist who would murder a man for sport the second he so much as looks at her funny but she didn't attack my character in that joke of a trial. One is a God of Truth whose own Domains would not allow him to commit to a miscarraiage of justice. One is a Goddess of Family and the shit show that is Olympus is one fucked up family I know she no longer wants part of for millennia worth of mistreatment by her siblings, nieces and nephews. The last is the God of the Underworld who owes me for finding and doing what I could to protect his children even if one did die" Percy countered, his glare hardening. "Those are reasons to spare them, not respect them. Get the facts straight before you accuse me of ever respecting a filthy selfish divine being ever again."
The female figure tilted its head to the other side before snapping their fingers and they both stopped falling. "I suppose that those are indeed reasons. What if I were to inform you that your being shunted into Tartarus was the tipping point for the next Great Prophecy to begin?" she asked while waving her hand, setting both herself and Percy in plush chairs that rested on a seemingly solid platform of the toxic air around them.
The former demi-gods glare turned even harsher at the question. "Oh goody! Another Prophecy that they probably expect me to save thei-"
"The way it was worded, you murder just about everyone on Olympus for the actions of Zeus and Ares" the female figure interrupted.
Percy paused at that before looking thoughtful. "I can get behind that. I was going to do it anyways but since there's a prophecy about it, I-"
"And there are four people who can potentially stop you."
Percy had to force himself to take a deep breath before he spotted a body falling from the hole above. Taking aim, he reared his leg back before giving a mighty kick that sent the head flying off the body. He vaguely recognized it as a Son of Athena, his brain thought he looked a lot like his bitch of an ex-girlfriend Annabeth but dismissed the thought since all children of a particular God or Goddess looked alike to a degree. "Of course there would be people to stop me. Well, who are they?" he asked with an impatient glare.
"There were no names, that would make it too easy and whenever has a prophecy ever been completely straight-forward with necessary information, Perseus?" the deity asked rhetorically. "What is known is what the prophecy called them- Queen of Hearts, the Manipulated Spark, Broken Arrow and Lightest Shadow."
"Two of those have to be Nico and Thalia" Percy said as he grimaced and looked to the damned souls falling around him and the deity into Tartarus. "Broken Arrow has to be a Hunter of Artemis or Artemis herself." The grimace deepened as he paced in a circle after finding that the deity had turned the toxic air under them into a solid surface. "Or Diana if it happens to be Artemis' Roman form."
"And who do you think is the Queen of Hearts?"
Percy didn't answer as he tried to piece that out. "That obvious answer is Aphrodite given her title as the Goddess of Love but she has hated me since I turned her down after I found out how much of a slut she truly is. The next logical guess is that it has to be one of her daughters but I've never really gotten on or met too many of her kids from either side of the Greek or Roman pantheon. I can only think of two off the top of my head are Drew Tanaka and Piper" he said, turning slowly to look at the deity.
"In other words, your frie-"
"They are not my friends!" Percy cut off with a snarl. "They sat back and let that kangaroo court convict me of being a spy for the fucking enemy! They testified against me claiming to see me meet with Gaia's forces in secret! If anything, they are the first half-blood traitors to die and I'll mail their body parts to Olympus in separate packages just to prove my point to those divine assholes that they made the biggest mistake sentencing me to eternity down here for saving their asses!"
The female deity seemed to contemplate the young no-longer-demi-gods words. "Ok then, I'll help you out with your path then. With conditions" she said after a long silence.
Percy couldn't tell whether making a deal with Kronos, Tartarus and Gaia would have been a better idea but a raw gut feeling told him that making the deal with the entity before him was the correct choice he had before him.
"I'm listening."
CAMP HALF-BLOOD
"What do you mean they accused Percy of betraying us to Gaia?!"
"They cast him into Tartarus without evidence?! Did they forget who he is and what his flaw is!"
"His own father voted to cast Percy into Tartarus after disowning him?! We should have let all the Gods die and saved ourselves!"
"Cast out or kill the War Children before they decide on a whim to murder us like their father just did Percy's unborn sibling and parents!"
Chiron and Dionysus shared a look as the word of what happened to Percy spread around the camp like wildfire. Every Greek demi-god was outraged and the Roman ones looked ready to march out to war on Olympus. "We're going to have a rebellion on our hands soon" the centaur said with a grimace.
Dionysus didn't look overly concerned as he sipped at his diet coke. "Bah, Peter Johnson was guilty of murdering other demi-gods just like these brats were. So what if he didn't betray us to Gaia? He would have to face justice anyways and Father always knew the rotten sea spawn was a bad sort from the start. Good riddance I say!" the wine god said with a fierce look aimed at his immortal sibling.
Any chance for the two to continue arguing was cut short as a stampede of feet was heard running in the direction of the Ares cabin. Sons and daughters of Apollo had vicious sneers on their faces as they lit torches and weapons on fire, weapons and torches to be used against Ares' children no doubt.
TARTARUS
"So let me make sure I get this right, ok? You'll help me murder the Greek Gods and Goddesses-"
"Correct."
"On the conditions that I let you adopt me making me the little brother to Chaos-"
"More like big brother, I didn't use any of my blood or Divine Essence to make Chaos. She's more or less the product of me jerkin-"
"Too much information I do not care about. Keep your sexual fantasies and kinks out of my head" Percy cut off with a hard look.
"I was going to say jerking around with the fabric of reality as I knew it back then. Who do you take me for, Eros?" the female entity asked, looking offended. "And in the interest of time, I pump you full of my Divine Essence and blood flushing out that weakling Poseidon's salt water from your veins. Normally such a process would poof you out of existence from the strength of my Divine Essence but I'm going to install a limiter of sorts in you if you will. By the time you finish your crusade against Olympus, your body will be strong enough to withstand the power of my Divine Essence I pumped into you. At such a time, you will also transcend mortality and become something the Primordials will fear enough to commit bodily suicide and be forced back to sleep just so they can avoid your wrath."
"And you want me to give you grandkids" Percy finished. "Am I correct on all fronts?"
"Getting a new mom who is ready to give you the toys and training to murder a pantheon of gods is an extremely good deal if you ask me. Most people would jump at the chance!" the entity pouted. "All I want is a few grandbabies to spoil!"
"I'm just making sure I got everything straight. A lot of people thought I was stupid but I'm really not." Percy held up his limbs still bound in celestial bronze chains. "Any time you feel kind enough to let me out of these chains would be nice."
The entity huffed before she snapped her fingers making the chains unlock and fall onto the air platform.
"So how does this whole infus-"
The entity pointed a finger at Percy as a beam of purpley-blackish-silver energy impacted the boys chest. Despite the pain such a major change would cause, Perseus did not scream in agony. No, he clenched his teeth and hands forcing his nails to break the skin as the transformation took place.
First, Percy's hair lost all color as the black faded to white with wispy strands of light purple throughout like you were looking at an abstract painting of the milky way galaxy; the strip of grey from his time holding the sky for Artemis blended the two colors making it seem like natural coloring. Then his eyes glowed eerily before they became mismatched gold and silver, the silver on the left and the gold on the right; what made them more unsettling was a dragon-like slit pupil instead of the normal round one humans and Gods have. Following that change his skin lost the surfers tan that every child of Poseidon had and became a lot paler by comparison. He was not Nico levels of pale but he was leagues paler than he was before the asshole Sea God disowned him. Another flash, accompanied by a growl of pain, saw his body buffing up and his canine teeth lengthening a smidge as the tips sharpened to fang-like points.
"Oh my…" The female entity got up from her chair and traipsed over to Percy, her eyes alight with curiosity as the light died down and the change seemed to stop. At least, she thought it did since the boy slumped back while taking quick shallow breaths like he ran ten marathons back to back. "I knew the change would give you minor beastly changes to suit your true personality but I hadn't imagined this" she said cupping Percy's cheek with one hand.
For his part Percy was aching and the glare he seemed to shoot the entity was doing nothing. Her touch to his face though, that sparked something deep inside him. His eyes closed as a sense of calm seemed to wash over him like a waterfall. He was safe in her hands. She would not hurt him. She would protect him if need be. He didn't know why his instincts told him that, maybe it was the beastial aspect speaking up within his mind, but he didn't fight the idea. "Anything else I need to know about what you just did to me?" he asked, letting his body do as his instincts wanted for now. In that moment it meant rubbing his cheek into her hand like an adoring child or animal.
"Besides the fact that being banished to Tartarus is a lot more different than jumping into it and escaping? Yes, there are a few things. One of those things is that you are now partially immortal like the Hunters of Artemis" the entity explained between soft laughs and her thumb gently rubbing small circles into her now-son's cheek. "You'll need it since prisoners sentenced to Tartarus experience time differently than anyone else who enters willingly and escapes. One surface year is the equivalent of a century down here."
Percy's eyes widened in shock. One year in Tartarus was going to last a century for him?!
"Not to fear my handsome boy, you will not be here long. Though I suppose five hundred and fifty years could be considered long…" The entity paused and screwed their face up in thought for a quick moment before shrugging. "You will train five and half surface years, five hundred and fifty years down here, before I come back to grab you. Then you have five and half surface years to ready your forces to tear Olympus down and kill all the Greek Gods and their children who get in your way."
"Those are oddly specific amounts of time-"
"A doomsday clock appeared on the wall behind Zeus after you were blasted through the rift and the Sisters of Fate chewed out the Gods and Goddesses who voted to punish you for the crimes you didn't commit. It started counting back from eleven years" the entity explained before Percy could continue his question.
"I see."
"I am also gifting you a weapon to make training in Tartarus more productive. I think it will suit you more than that stupid pen the Gods stripped you of" the entity continued before she waved her hand and the celestial bronze chains seemed to melt instantly into a ball of molten metal and rose into the air so that it hovered in front of Percy. A snap of her fingers added four other blobs that appeared out of nowhere before mixing with the molten bronze; one was golden in color, one was bright like platinum or silver, one was pitch black that sucked in light around it and the last was a deep grey steel color. "I'll let you figure out just how lethal it is but here's a little hint, no God will desire to fight you on the fields of combat willingly once they see the damage it does to immortals and non-immortals alike. Now, grasp the ball of metals; it'll form into the weapon best suited for the Prince of the Universe."
Percy was skeptical of such a title but he had nothing to lose and he had already accepted the deal. He reached a hand forward and grasped the fluid ball of metals before it began to spasm. It would take a form one second before it changed to something else.
Several minutes passed before the metallic ball seemed to make up its mind.
Percy watched part of the ball, the part below where his hand was grasping it, elongate into a longsword grip that was definitely meant for a two handed weapon. The immediate area above his hand formed into a guard resembling an hourglass being torn apart by two hands. Coming up between the pieces of the 'hour glass' was a blade black as pitch, the double edged blade covered entirely in serrated teeth that would leave any and all future enemies less than whole.
The entity hummed as she saw the blade steaming before she snapped her fingers and a golden liquid rained down on the blade making it hiss before hardening instantly into a blemish free weapon. "Now it just needs a nam-"
"Vae Victis."
"Woe to the conquered, poetic all things considered" the entity said as she watched the words be carved into the flats of the blade with elegant lettering done in silver, a rendition of what appeared to be demons and monsters occupying the space on either side of the letters. "Also, don't lose it and let it be turned against you. It's as lethal against you as it is against a God."
"Wha-"
The entity didn't give Percy any time to finish his question before being pushed off the platform. "Mommy loves you, I'll pick you up from daycare in five hundred and fifty years!" she called down to the falling form of Perseus. She thought she heard him cursing her name as she wiped a tear from her eye. "They grow up so fast!"