A/N. Reviews!

"Thanks for the update! I love how he just casually says all of the to sally as if he confessed to stealing a cookie from the cookie jar... Percy Jackson things ig" -Sankarea396

Yeah, she's used to his shenanigans at this point, and he knows it lmao.

"For some reason I'm getting Supernatural (the show) vibes from his story especially when Azazel was mentioned. Amazing chapter as always though." -GokuBlackSSJR14

Interesting. Azazel did appear in it, right? Unless I'm misremembering it. It's been a while since I watched it, and i stopped a couple episodes into season 6.

"His pain began to numb as he allowed himself to get wet again. The water washed the pain away. His vision slowly came back. He lifted his head to see the green grass underneath him.

He let out a breath as he slowly got to his knees. His breath was heavy as he sat there, listening to the falling rain and rumbling thunder. It felt different now though. The thunder seemed aggressive, somehow.

He got to his feet and looked around. There was a figure in the distance, down the path. They slowly got closer. As Percy's vision finally healed itself completely, he could make out some of the person's features. He was tall, taller than Percy. He had the same black hair and sea green eyes. However his hair was starting to gray. His black beard was starting to grow ragged, not much, but it could quickly become wild if left unkept. He wore green armor with his trident strapped across his back.

He stopped in front of Percy. He smiled grimly at his son.

"Father, what are you doing here? Why are you wearing your armor? Does this have to do with the storm?" He asked. He stayed in the doorway, not wanting to come any closer.

Poseidon raised a hand to calm Percy. "Your Uncle and I..." he started. He spoke slowly, like he was choosing his words very carefully. He looked up at the ceiling. "Your uncle and I aren't exactly agreeing right now."

Thunder rumbled outside as a bright flash of lightning lit up the dark room. Poseidon's eyes flicked to the window quickly. He looked back at Percy. "We're at war. Have been for the past few days."

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What the fuck happened in this scene? There's as continuity error. They are suddenly teleporting around from being outside to indoors. I thought I was going nuts. I had to go back and re-read it three times." -XXxxxadisxxxXX

Yeah... funnily enough, that error actually occurred BECAUSE I edited that chapter. While editing I decide to move some stuff around, and using cut and paste, leaving us with that.

"Every single damn character in this from the ground up feels contrived as hell. There is nothing shown of their actual character before flip-flopping between crazy extremes for no apparent reason. I like the basic concept of this a lot, but this opening kills this story before it can even begin for me. There are so many damn little holes all over it that just shoot the thing dead. I could go into detail here ripping the character descriptions, their actions, and the dialogue apart, but it isn't worth the time or me getting angry over it. I'm going to leave this short and sweet.

Keep writing. I genuinely think you could have something here if just a little more thought and work were put into the creation of it. It's almost at the point of being something I'd genuinely enjoy. The English is readable. The concept is new and interesting. The parts I mentioned above though just make this unreadable for me. If you keep working at writing stories, I think you'll write an absolute banger one day. Almost all the pieces are there. They just need a little more work.

~ciao" -XXxxxadisxxxXX

This review confused the hell out of me. It's like it's trying to be constructive criticism, (Which I welcome) but it's too vague to be helpful. 'So many little holes' but doesn't go into detail. What's a hole, please explain. This review reminds me of that scene in Falcon and the Winter Soldier, where Sam is "lecturing" the government where he literally says "Do better" while providing no examples on how to and no advice.

You say you can rip apart the story but refuse to do so. And with this, it leaves me with nothing. This is a mostly nothing burger of a review BECAUSE you didn't go into detail. Anyways, thanks.

"Great story so far I'm hoping that he'll tell Artemis the truth sooner rather then later not because I'm impatient (though I am a bit admittedly X.X) but because the longer he waite the bigger the blow up is going to be when she finds out probably leading to a big fight that won't be resolved for multiple chapters and causing a lot of drama/angst which I've never been a huge fan of." -DanDrake

Ummm... well that's awkward. I guess the fight is gonna be resolved pretty quickly, technically. If that's any solace. Artemis will find out soon, I think. Maybe. I don't know.

Onto the chapter!

Chapter Fourteen

The mansion of Azazel loomed in front of Percy, a white building juxtaposed against the mountains that rose up in the far distance. He tightened his tie and let out a deep breath as he tried to calm himself. He walked up to the door and knocked on it.

The door opened and he was met with a humanoid with pitch black skin and red eyes. It looked like a shadow one would see a night in the corner of a room during sleep paralysis. The Hat man without the Hat. The Man.

The demon was silent as beckoned him in. Percy followed closely behind as he looked around Azazel's mansion. The inside was covered in expensive decorations, gold and diamonds. A glass chandelier hung from the ceiling high above them, coming down past the balconies of floors two and three.

In the center of the room was Azazel's throne, just as flashy as the room it was in. Gold plated and diamond encrusted. It glittered like a disco ball. Percy felt himself wrinkle his nose in distaste. The whole room was tacky, and seemed desperate to convey that the owner was richer than you.

Riches can't buy taste.

On either side of the throne were two hallways that led further into the mansion. The demon butler walked down the left one, disappearing around the corner. Percy put his hands in his pockets and waited.

He continued to look around, trying to find anything that suggested Azazel had any taste whatsoever, but alas, nothing but gold and diamonds. His eyes were drawn to the floor, made of solid gold. It made him wonder whether he had Midas trapped in a cell somewhere, forcing him to turn things gold.

Then his eyes drifted over to something that wasn't gold laying on the floor. A feather, a brown feather. He narrowed his eyes. As far as he remembered, Azazel had wings, but they weren't brown, were they?

The demon reappeared in the hallway, Azazel walking behind him. Percy narrowed his eyes—his wings were black. The Prince was still naked, though this was the first time Percy had seen lower than his abs, and was surprised to find that Azazel was a smoothie. He wondered if Azazel didn't wear clothes because he was proud of his body.

As they approached, Percy put the feather in his interior breast pocket, making a note to study it later.

"Welcome to my humble home, King." The Prince of Pride greeted, bowing his head.

Percy nodded. "Thank you. I am eager to get this deal done and over with."

Azazel snapped his fingers and turned to his butler. The shadow demon approached with a briefcase made out of—because of course it was—solid gold. "As am I. As am I."

Percy stepped aside and motioned for Azazel to lead. The Prince smiled and walked past the demigod. Percy hesitated to follow him. There was something off about his smile. It was disingenuous.

But, he followed regardless. He had a job to do. He was overlooking a trade between Azazel and Asmodeus. The trade was to be a secret, even Percy didn't know what exactly was being traded. Just that Azazel had requested he looked over it. It had raised his eyebrows, after all, Azazel didn't exactly like him. But he agreed nonetheless.

Percy followed behind the Prince. He looked to his left and saw two demons brawling, yelling "You think you're better than me?" and "I know I'm better than you" before devolving into incoherent screeching.

Percy shook his head. He had almost become desensitized to the streets of Hell. The senseless violence and sins had numbed him. It was hard to tell where exactly you were in Hell just by the violence. There were surface level differences, such as what the demons said as they fought, but violence was violence.

Pride was on the southeast side of Hell, with Lust on the northwest. They had to rotate counter clockwise, as Percy's castle rose in the center of Hell, blocking a straight path.

Why didn't Azazel just fly to Azazel's stripclub, and have Percy meet them there, he didn't know.

They entered Greed, which contained more violence. They made their way through the Greed ring, before entering Envy and finally making their way into Lust. While Greed and Envy looked pretty similar, Lust looked way different. It looked like a one to one replica of Las Vegas' red light district, with scantily clad demons who looked really close to humans. Only noticeable differences were some had small horns, some tails, some had red skin, rest had a mix of two or all three of the traits.

The violence was different too. While every other ring had a bunch of fights in the street, lust was just a bunch of demons fucking. In the alleys, in the streets, in rooms in plain sight (seriously, close the blinds or something).

Percy kept his eyes forward as they approached Asmodeus' place of power, where he held court, a stipclub. The bouncer let them in with no trouble, bowing before Percy, but not Azazel, which definitely hurt the Pride Prince's pride.

Inside the club, edm played over the speakers. They went down a hallway, which opened up into the main room of the club. To the right was a bar, where an incubus was bartending. To the left was a runway with a pole at the end, where a scantily clad succubus was dancing while other demons watched and threw blood on the stripper.

Next to the runway was a hallway, which Azazel led them through. They passed through a room full of racks with a bunch of outfits hanging on them and through the hallway to the right. They passed the door curtains that led out to the stage. As they passed through, the succubus that had been dancing on the pole exited.

Her eyes landed on Percy and she grinned. "My, you're a handsome one." She said as she ran a finger along his chest, causing him to shiver.

He shook her off. "No thanks."

The succubus scoffed and walked off. Percy shook his head and followed behind Azazel through the door at the end of the hallway. The golden plaque on the door read "Management".

Inside was a desk, which Asmodeus sat behind. Percy had to bite his tongue—He had forgotten just how terrible the demon looked. His human face grinned. "Lord Perseus! What an honor!"

Percy bowed slightly before the Prince. "Hello, Asmodeus."

"Prince Azazel." The Prince of Lust greeted.

"Ozzie." Azazel held up the briefcase. "I have the full amount. As promised."

Asmodeus grinned once more. His black, dead eyes seemed to come alive at the sight of the case. He reached beneath his desk and pulled out a briefcase made of red leather. Azazel stepped forward to take the briefcase, but Asmodeus held a finger up. "Payment first."

Azazel placed the briefcase on the desk.

"Open it."

The Prince of Pride rolled his eyes and opened his briefcase. Inside, cushioned by padding was around ten vials of blood. Asmodeus picked one up and uncorked it. He held the vial up to the nose of his human face and took a whiff. His black eyes closed as his whole body shivered. He moaned before placing the cork back in and placing the vial back in the briefcase.

Azazel picked up the red leather briefcase. He opened it and examined the contents. Like his own briefcase, it was full of mostly padding which cushioned a single vial of a colorless liquid. Percy squinted at it, was it water? Was water a hot commodity down here? If so, why was it not used as currency? Was he wasting precious resources every time he took a shower?

The door behind them opened and slammed against the wall. Percy whirled around to see a humanoid demon holding a knife carved from bone. The demon charged at him. Percy lunged to the left, but the knife cut his suit jacket just above the shoulder. Percy unsheathed his blade smoothly. He quickly muttered a thank you to Artemis for the sheath attached to his belt loop.

The demon whirled and lunged at Percy. The King grabbed the demon's wrist with his free hand and pulled the demon closer before stabbing the demon in the base of its neck. The demon freezed. He jerked the blade free, black blood spurting from the wound.

The demon collapsed and Percy wiped the knife clean on his dress shirt. He sheathed the blade, before turning to Asmodeus. "I'm sorry, Prince Asmodeus, for the... dead demon on your floor."

Asmodeus chuckled. "Nonsense, Lord Perseus, I will have my assistant remove the cadaver, and clean the floor."

"Well, if the deal is done, I am going to head back to the castle. Gentlemen."

When Percy reached his throne room, he was met with Mephistopheles. The Royal Advisor smiled at the king before asking, "How did the transaction fare, Lord Perseus.?"

"It went well, until the end. A demon barged into the room and tried to kill me. The usual."

"Unfortunate."

Percy sighed. "Yeah. I'm gonna go take a shower."

Mephistopheles nodded. "Take care, Lord."

Percy walked up to his room and closed the door behind him. He walked over to the nightstand next to his bed and reached into his interior jacket pocket. He pulled out the brown feather he found on Azazel's floor. He picked up the brown feather that laid on his nightstand and compared the two.

They were exactly identical.

So either someone else in Hell had brown feathery wings, which he really doubted, or Gabriel visited Azazel. But why?

Percy sighed and placed both feathers down on the nightstand. If an agent of Heaven and a Prince of Hell were meeting secretly, that could only spell trouble. But, he also didn't for sure know that Gabriel was meeting with Azazel.

And if he was, what if it were just to threaten the Prince. It wasn't like the Prince deserved it.

Percy sighed as he took off his suit jacket. He just didn't have a lot of information to go off of. He wasn't even completely convinced that the feather belonged to Gabriel, no matter what his gut told him, no matter how much he believed it did.

He took the rest of his clothes off and got in the shower, pushing the feather and all it entailed out of his mind. He let the water clear his mind as he cleaned himself of the sweat, dirt, and sulfur that came with Hell.

When finished, he got out, dressed himself, and headed back down towards the dining hall. He didn't see Mephistopheles anywhere. The table was set, a feast laid out, just like it was every night.

Food was already missing, the various demons who worked in the castle having eaten their fill already. He noticed that someone had already poured him a drink of water, a goblet filled and placed in front of his chair. Written on a piece of paper in front of the goblet were the words: For the Lord -Mephistopheles.

Percy smiled, the royal advisor was too good for him sometimes. He sat down and reached over, grabbing a roll and piece of meat—steak today, he noted—and laid a napkin over his lap. He might've been the king of a barbaric land, but he had manners. His mouth was starting to salivate at the food in front of him. Although he certainly missed some overworld food, like a burger from a fast food restaurant, or a greasy pizza, he couldn't deny the taste and quality of the food he had down here.

He began to eat, taking swigs of water every few bites. The rolls were light and fluffy, as well as buttered to perfection. The steak, cooked medium rare, was juicy and tender. As he swallowed, he realized this was almost exactly the meal he had with Lucifer his first day here.

He hated being the King of Hell, but man, the food was a real good perk.

He heard a voice in his head, his mother's, telling him to eat a fruit with his meal, causing him to glance at the platter of fruit in the center of the table. Fruit was the only food that wasn't good down here. No matter what it was, all the fruit was dry and shriveled. It was like biting into dust.

During his wedding, he had noticed Hades' plate had been filled with fruit, and he had understood why immediately. Fruit just wasn't the same anywhere else other than the overworld. He bet that Olympus had even better fruit too.

He put his fork down and he frowned. What had happened to him? He remembered when he was younger, back before Paul, when his mother worked at Sweet on America, that candy shop, they would eat food that was cheap, stuff on clearance, almost expired. He remembered when it was the following days after a holiday, his mom would buy him a bunch of candy because it was all on sale for huge discounts.

And here he was, feasting like a King, because he was a King. He felt... guilty, almost like he was betraying his upbringing.

A crash coming from the kitchen shook him out of his thoughts. He got up to check it out and immediately had to grab the table to stabilize himself. His vision blurred and his mind felt foggy. He took a step to the side, keeping a hand on the table. He felt himself sway to the right, and he fell.

The door to the kitchen swung open, to reveal a demon that looked like a statue of a gargoyle come to life. Wings were attached to his back, made of stone, and Percy wasn't sure if the gargoyle could fly with them. It held a knife in its hand. It approached Percy, grinning.

Percy tried to get to his feet. He was aware of his heavy breathing, his heart beating in his ears, and his vision still blurry. The demon in front of him seemed to be undergoing mitosis.

As the demon calmly approached the king, he brandished the knife, before slicing Percy's cheek, drawing a thin line of blood.

"Lord Perseus, are you alright?" A voice from behind Percy. The King turned to see Mephistopheles approaching, examining the situation. Quickly deducing what was happening, the Royal Advisor reached into his inner jacket pocket and produced a vial of blood. He smashed it against his nose and breathed in deeply. His pupils expanded and contracted before shrinking into slits.

Every feature on Mephistopheles shifted every second. The color of his eyes, the style of hair. One second he was a tall lanky man, the next a beefy gym bro, the next a gymnast.

Almost quicker than Percy's hazy mind could see, Mephistopheles tackled the demon. Percy turned away as he got to his feet. The floor swirled beneath him, rising and falling like waves on the ocean. He turned around once more to see his Royal Advisor punching the demon repeatedly.

Percy breathed out heavily as he felt rage boil within his chest, his vision turning red. He charged at the brawling demons, and in his drugged state, ending up missing them by a foot, tripping over his feet and smacking his head against the floor with a loud THUNK.

He groaned and layed on the ground, the sound of Mephistopheles beating the shit out of the demon filling his ears. Suddenly it stopped. A second later, he was flipped over, his Royal Advisor staring at him. He had a solid form now, the pain drug wearing off, but there were still two of him looking down at him.

"Sire, are you alright?"

"Dizzy." Percy muttered.

"You've been drugged. Shit.

"What?"

"Let's get you to bed." Mephistopheles said, lending Percy a hand.

The Butler led Percy up to his room. It was a difficult task, as Percy was still under the effect of whatever it was that had incapacitated him. He tripped over stairs, swayed against the wall and Mephistopheles' body.

Finally, they reached the room, and Mephistopheles laid Percy down in his bed. "Get rest, My Lord."

Percy groaned and closed his eyes. He didn't know how he was going to get to sleep with the pounding headache behind his eyes. But eventually, he did.

LINE BREAK

Percy was awoken to someone trying to smother him with a pillow. He shook violently against the bed, trying to shake himself free. He tried to think. He couldn't breathe, so he should hold his breath. He did. He needed to get free of the pillow. He was wearing shorts, and in his pocket was Riptide.

But his sword couldn't harm demons, provided that it was indeed a demon that was trying to kill him. But he didn't need to harm the demon, just distract it. His hand slithered beneath the covers and into his pocket. He grasped the pen and quickly brought it out from the blanket and uncapped it.

He felt the force against the pillow slacken. He quickly rose, the pillow falling on the bed silently. He turned to the nightstand where his knife was laying. He dropped Riptide, replacing it with the knife, before turning violently towards the demon. He lunged at the demon and tackled him to the ground.

Percy straddled the demon and stabbed it in the chest repeatedly, black blood flying. It stained his face, his clothes, and the demon that the blood belonged to. He didn't stop stabbing until he had felt the demon still, and even then he waiting a minute, turning the demon's chest into a patchwork of black marks. The blood ran down the side of the demons body, polling on the floor.

The door to his room opened and Percy quickly rose and turned, holding the knife in front of him. He was breathing heavily and covered in black blood. He relaxed upon seeing it was Mephistopheles standing in the doorway. He let the knife fall to his side.

"What happened, Lord Perseus?"

Percy swallowed. He hadn't realized his throat was dry until now. "I woke up to him smoothing me." he said, gesturing at the demon oozing blood, dead on his bedroom floor. He blinked repeatedly before realizing, "I don't even remember going to sleep."

"What do you remember?"

Percy licked his dry lips. "Uh, I remember eating. I heard a crash... I got up, and then..." He shifted from foot to foot. "Nothing. I do remember you had poured a drink and left it for me on the table."

Mephistopheles frowned. "I didn't pour you a drink."

"You left a note? Right by the cup?'

Mephistopheles shook his head.

"Gods. What the fuck is happening?"

Mephistopheles shifted nervously. "I believe, Lord Perseus, that you are trying to be assassinated."

"What?"

"I didn't leave you a drink. Someone else did. I believe that drink was spiked with something. You were, I think mortals call it, roofied? With you impaired, a demon was sent to kill you. When that failed, another was sent to finish the job."

Percy sat down on the bed and held his head in his hands. "Someone's trying to assassinate me."

A/N. Sorry this chapter took so long. I restarted it like five times because I wasn't happy with how it was going, then I binge watched Brooklyn 99 and didn't do anything else in that time. Then I was sad when it ended. (Peraltiago my beloved) (Also, I want to write a Percy Jackson crossover with it now.) Hades 2 Early Access also came out recently, so that was hype. Having Fun with that.

Also, if anyone comments asking why Percy was useless in the dining hall fight, I am going to kill myself. And I'll answer it here to save you the trouble. He was ROOFIED, y'know, the date rape drug that literally attacks your nervous system, so that way rapists have an easier time raping their victim? On that note, be safe, cover your drinks, or have a friend cover it when going to the bathroom. People atre sick.

Thoughts?