His dark Purple eyes surveyed the scene. His son, Ash, had just fought off half the Ares cabin, and then slain a hellhound, in front of all of camp half blood. From behind the one way Iris Message, Perseus smiled the smile of a predator, his pearly teeth glinting. He snapped his fingers, the sound ringing in the room.

Chiron watched in Silence as the group of demigods surrounding his new ward eagerly congratulated by the other campers for a feat. The clearing by the stream was loud and rowdy with celebratory cheers. That was until, a dark symbol simmered into existence above his head, and all noise ceased. His pupils due to their lack of understanding, Chiron due to his understanding. The Symbol was dark as night, yet gave of light to show it was there. Above his new students head, Oliver Jackson, had a glowing black emblem, of a laurel wreath, with an Iron Cross in the middle.

It was a symbol that plagued nearly all of the 20th century, one of suffering, deceit and malice. He should've known; the black hair, purple eyes, resting brooding face. The immortal trainer hadn't missed the loathing looks he would occasionally send towards other campers. He had many thoughts to mull over. He realised that he had zoned out, remembering the tragic past. His students looked at him for answers.

"Back to your cabins. All of you. Oliver, you are sleeping in the big house tonight." He said in a grave tone. If the boom of thunder was anything to judge by, the gods had also been watching, and were, discussing the latest development among demigods. As the campers dispersed, muttering among themselves, he caught a glimpse of grey eyes and blonde hair. He prayed that Annabeth's insatiable curiosity and desire for knowledge wouldn't land her in tricky places.

-B-

"This is outrageous!" Zeus bellowed. "We banished him to Tartarus not even fifty years ago!"

All of the Olympians watched in silence. Zeus had called Hades here, and everyone knew that this was of highest importance if the king of the gods was willing to put his grudge against his oldest full blooded brother. All of the Olympians were silent, a testament to the gravity of the situation at hand. Perseus, eldest son of Kronos, only son of Kronos and Nyx. The god of Night, Darkness, Shadows, Statesmanship and Deception. Also known as the Patron of Sociopaths, The father of Authoritarianism, and too many other sinister titles to name.

Hestia looked over her siblings, nieces and nephews. She was troubled. Her eldest brother had only caused trouble in the mortal world. She remembered the 20th century, a very dark time for the pantheon. Two of Perseus' Children had come to power in Europe, Hitler and Stalin. Horrible Men. She thought to herself, all of the gods had seen the atrocities caused by both men and their ruthless leadership. It was Athena who voiced Hestia's own train of thought.

"He is the son of Night," she began, careful not to invoke the primoridal's true name, "It is more than likely he escaped through the house of night, then into the underworld." she finished, casting a suspicious gaze over to Hades.

"If he did travel through the underworld, I am unaware of it." Was all he said. Hestia knew her brother was lying. She, out of all her other siblings had spent the most time with him and knew him well enough to know his habits, how he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, eyes up, daring anyone to challenge him. She also knew the two Brothers had a special bond, back from the Titanomachy, where they had been good friends prior to Kronos consuming the now lord of the underworld.

"Regardless, he has fathered a son. A danger who must be eliminated." Zeus said.

For once, all the Olympians were in agreement, bar one. "As much as I loathe to admit, Our eldest, all be it Half brother, is sly and deceptive. It is likely that if we strike, he will retaliate." All the gods remembered such instances, they were frequent in history where they had acted brash.

"We may not have to kill the boy." Artemis spoke up. Other looked over, confused. "If we minimize contact with the boys father, we may be able to mold him to our will, using Chiron as a proxy." The other gods began grinning, nodding along.

"Besides," The moon goddess continued, "We can send him on a quest to find your bolt father, I'm sure it would be a tragedy if he died along the way."

-B-

Chiron sighed deeply as he shut the door to his room in the big house. Oliver had been suspicious of the new arrangements, even more so after the immortal trainer refused to answer his questions about his parentage.

"Ah, Herr Chiron." A deceivingly soft, yet authoritarian voice said from behind him.

The old Centaur jumped, and turned to face the new comer. Sitting on a stool in the darkest corner of the room sat a man. about 6'4, Black hair, purple eyes. His jawline was sharp, eyes piercing. Chiron recognised the uniform too, creaseless, the figure stood. It was crisp. Black leather boots shone under the small light in his room. Black trousers were straight. The black jacket's chest adorned with numerous medals, An iron cross where a tie knot should be. The immortal trainer absent mindedly noted that it was a Knights cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds. numerous high ranking ribbons were sewn across the left chest pocket. The blood red armband around his left arm contrasted sharply with his midnight black uniform.

"Perseus." Chiron replied in a steely tone.

The Deity gave an unnerving smile to the centaur, before rising soundlessly to his feet. His eyes locked onto the tired ones of the immortal trainer. "Guten Abend Meiner Freund."

Chiron also subconsciously slipped in German. "Guten Abend."

The Deity began to slowly walk around Chiron, who was almost unable to move under for heavy pressure of his Aura, His steel heeled bots connecting audibly with the old wooden floor. "It has been along time since we spoke. Not since the Reich; How have you been?" His voice deceptively friendly.

Chiron tensed. "You certainly left your mark on history. yet again."

The god chuckled to himself. "Yes well, what can I say? My children leave great legacies behind them."

Chiron frowned. "Why are you here?"

The god's face became stony. "The gods will issue a quest to find Zeus' missing bolt. They will pick my son to lead it, if he dies, he died on a quest, and they aren't accountable. If he doesn't? Well, there's always another quest." Chiron nodded, in agreement. "I want you to make sure that these reach my son. Before he leaves this camp." The Centaur nodded. "Excellent."

The god vanished in a blur of shadows, leaving behind a small, black velvet box with a gold trim on the floor. Chiron picked up the box gingerly. Tracing a thumb over the soft material. He placed it on a shelf, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming years.

-B-

"Milady, Thou have returned, What news hails from Olympus?" Zoe asked, being the only hunter within the camp that was awake, nursing the flames of a dying campfire. Artemis sighed deeply, out of tiredness. Her Lieutenant cocked a delicate eyebrow in question.

Artemis sat down next to her Lieutenant, silver eyes reflecting the dying orange embers of the once roaring campfire. "Perseus has surfaced again, and claimed a child at camp half blood."

Zoe remained in silence. She had an interesting stance regarding Perseus. She, along with all of the elder hunters had been on the Allied side of the war, and had been the first unit to liberate a concentration camp, Ohrdruf. She had seen first hand the horrors that had happened under his son, Adolf. She also remembered seeing the Gulags, under his other son, Stalin. But they weren't the only children of the god that had seized power of a nation and caused unequivocal suffering. Oliver Cromwell in England was another, along side Attila the Hun. Rumour was that he guided the Mongol Genghis Khan in his ravaging of Europe.

His Roman side had also lead to tyranny. Caligula, son of Tenebris, as he was known in Rome. He was the God of statesmen however, and one could make the valid point of how Deceit and Statesmanship went hand in hand. He was of moderate positioning in Rome, a higher up minor god. He had a temple at Camp Jupiter, and, if other rumours were to be believed, an underground cult of believers, hopeful to receive his blessing for their careers in politics.

Zoe had another perspective though. She had known Perseus since his birth, when he was the talk of the Titan court. When he had spare time, he would often visit her in the garden of the Hesperides, where they developed a deep relationship. Partially romantic, but nothing serious, She had remained a virgin. They had been very close to one another when Zeus began the first Titan war. It had been difficult for them, Perseus' father pressing for him to fight against his brothers, Zeus and his other half siblings pressing him to fight against his father.

With both sides pressing him to join them, He stuck his head in the metaphorical sand and confined himself to the garden with her and her sisters, although he did regularly confide with her father, he remained officially neutral, throughout the entire war. He wasn't invited onto the Olympian council, but he was content. He had visited her throughout the next years on and off.

It was Heracles that seemed to begin the bad blood between Perseus and his siblings. Zoe had been cast out of her home of a Millenia, and had no where to go. She didn't dare go near the cities for fear of what would happen to her, however wanted to avoid staying in the woods. She fell to knees, exhausted, and prayed. She didn't know who she was praying too, but she did know why.

A burst of shadows revealed Perseus, worry etched onto his face. "Zoetheria, What is wro-" He stopped, clearly sensing her loss of immortality. He surged forward and embraced her, comforting her. She cried into the crook of his neck, and they stayed there for gods knew how long.

"I know a place, you would be happy, and immortal again." She nodded faintly into his chest. She felt the telltale sign of teleportation, and quickly detached herself to make herself presentable. She looked around, She was surrounded by girls similar to her own age in silver, all watching them in caution and interest, one girl stood out from them, Zoe could recognize a goddess' aura.

"Niece." Perseus began firmly. His tone revealed he would not take no for an answer. "This is Zoe." He used the shortened variation of her name she noted. "A personal acquaintance of mine. I expect she will be treated well?" It was a rhetorical question, there was no possible way she could possibly refuse her eldest uncle.

The goddess nodded mutely. "I will visit her, to make sure she is well. I do not expect to meet with an arrow shot through me." He said, his eyes scanning through her ranks of hunters, his deep purple eyes seemed to be reading their souls. Artemis nodded, It was a blow to her young immortal pride to accept his demands, however she knew that her uncle's power had never been truly measured, and feared crossing him. He sent her a smile, that stretched a but too far across his face to be a nice one, tilting his head slightly. "Excellent, We are in agreement then." He slipped something into Zoe's hand and was gone in a burst of darkness. Leaving the now mortal in the goddesses' care.