This is my first fanfiction so please tell me what you think. Also none of these characters belong to me but to their respective authours and creators.

I wake up at, I don't know what time. On, I don't know what day. I lost track of those things a long time ago and never bothered to keep track after. If I'm hungry I eat and if I'm tired I sleep. If I need to be somewhere at a certain time, well we'll just see what happens. Luckily I'm usually on time for things. How? I don't know or care. Now from what you just heard you might be able to tell that I might be what some people would call an asshole.

Those people would be right. Hi my name is Percy Jackson and I'm an asshole. There was a time when I was a hero. A good and loyal man who would give it all for what he loved. But after something's happened that isn't your business. I am no longer a hero. I don't not love, I lust, I do not give, I take, and I don't want to do those things anymore. As far as I'm concerned I'm retired. Anyway, that's enough time to sulk. Time to get up. Smell something good.

I walk out of my room and head toward the kitchen. There I see a 7 foot tall pitch black hellhound standing in front of the stove. And I only have one thing to say. " Ada! Put your clothes on." She turned to me with a grin that could cut through steel. "Last I checked this was my house and I can do what I want in it." I approach the counter and take a seat on one of the three stools and when I get closer I see that she's cooking some sausage, bacon, and eggs. "Yeah we'll I live here now and pay rent doesn't that count for anything?" "Nope. And besides, after 400 years of walking around naked it's uncomfortable to wear clothes now." "That's different if you had fur back then." "And I still have fur now." She finishes cooking the food and puts it all on our plates. "That's … you know it's different." "She then looks up at me grin in tow. "Do I though?" Ignoring her I grab a piece of sausage and and bring it to my face about to take a bite. But before I can she grabs my hand. "Not before you brush your teeth." I've had this talk far too many times to know the only way I would eat is if I brushed my teeth.

I get up and head towards the bathroom. It's not that I don't want to be hygienic it's just that I hate looking into the mirror. I've tried to get Ada to remove it but she won't. It's not that I'm ugly or anything if anything I've been told I'm quite the looker. Or so they say. But after the thing that happened that I will not talk about happened it lead to certain changes in my appearance. I approach the sink and look up to see my reflection to see if by some chance my appearance has changed. "Well theirs my classic green eyes,check. Point ears, check. Black fur, check. Snout, check. Canines, check. And finally tail, … check. Yep, still a hellhound."

I brush my teeth and THEN eat. "So your going to work today right?" I look up for my food to see the look of a mother telling of her child. "I'll see what time I get there." Fortunately she's not my mother. "Come on Percy, this job's serious." "Hey I get there everyday and do my job." " Two hours late." "I'm always there when I'm needed." "You're going now. Or no steak tonight." "I'll get going." What can I say I'm a slave to my stomach now.

I put on my black jacket and red jeans with my pen in hand. "Where's your shirt?" "Don't need it, what can I say I learned by watching you." I head out before she can pull my tail off. And when I open the door I see the all too similar pentagram in the sky. If you couldn't guess where I was we'll then hears a hint, I'm in hell.