Chapter 5: Day

"What?"

The vast, expanding hall within the innermost of Chaos's sanctuary, where divine ceremonies and gatherings of unparalleled grandeur often took place, was shrouded in an almost sacred silence. Massive, spiraling galaxies encircled the interior, casting flashing lights and shadows - an ever-changing illumination that bathed everything in both white and black. Perseus sat in his mother's arms, his typical vibrant eyes that reflected the depths of the cosmos began to darken as he listened to her explanation. A profound sense of disappointment washed over him, his fervor fading, and he struggled to keep his emotions in check. Yet, he was just a child among the Protogenoi, a celestial youth, a mind gifted with knowledge but still untouched by eons of wisdom.

As the boy processed the weight of Chaos's words, a tide of frustration surged within him. He could feel a tempest of emotions churning beneath his surface. His chest heaved with stifled breaths, and a painful lump formed in his throat. The brilliant realm around them seemed to dim in response to his inner agony. Finally, his small voice trembled as he spoke, his disappointment and impatience now ever so evident. "Mother, I... I don't understand. I thought I was ready for my domains."

He slowly removed her hands that had rested on his shoulders, backing away from her as his body shook with feelings he was unable to process. He was scared, tired, sorrowful, desperate, and, most of all, angry. Angry because he was being stricken of his principles, his purpose - a Protogenos without purpose was no more than a forgotten outcast. A nothing.

"Why? Why? It's not fair!" The sudden outburst was not just the cry of a child but a declaration against the injustice he felt had befallen him. The architecture surrounding them resonated with his mood as if the void itself sympathized with his plight.

Chaos, ever the nurturing and understanding presence, stood from her throne and extended her arms, trying to draw him closer into her embrace. She wanted to comfort him, to show him that he would prevail as he always did. She could sense the storm of his emotions, the tempest that raged within a child who desired to prove himself. "Oh, my dear Percy, I understand how you must feel."

However, Perseus withdrew from her touch, distancing himself as the storm of emotions raged on. His small form trembled, the child within him desperate to gain what he believed was rightfully his own. His youthful face, adorned with radiant eyes that were now saturated with visions of the death of planets and stars, revealed his heart's turmoil. Perseus's eyes brimmed with tears, the starry teardrops glittering like jewels. He struggled to find the right words to express the intensity of his emotions. "But, why, Mother? I want to make a difference, to shape the cosmos. I thought a few more million years was the time."

Chaos sighed, the sound echoing like the whisper of supernovas in the boundless cosmos. "My tiny destroyer, your powers are a magnificent force, and your potential is undeniable. However, you must understand that the timing of when you receive your domains is critical. Your powers are like the energy of a star, powerful but still in their early stages. You need time to develop them fully."

The prince's childlike heart was torn between the dreams he had harbored and the wisdom of his mother's guidance. He sniffled and wiped away a tear with the back of his hand. A low snarl of ire tugged at his bottom lip, threatening to break loose as he kept his emotions bound. "But, I am ready. I promise, Mother, I promise."

"Perseus," Chaos began in a voice filled with empathy, her words resonating through the chamber, "you are not like your siblings. You possess abilities and potential that no ordinary Protogenos could even dream of unlocking at your age. You are a transcendental force, a celestial anomaly, and it is precisely because of your uniqueness that your path must be different."

His brows furrowed in frustration as he averted his gaze, distancing himself from his mother's sympathetic words. The fury within him manifested physically as he clenched his fists, his prowess fluctuating wildly. It was as though the stars themselves quivered in response to his tumultuous emotions, their soft light dimming in his presence. Perseus's aura expanded, consuming the feeble chamber candles' glow, casting his form in a shadowy outline akin to a black hole. He felt the weight of the universe pressing down on his shoulders, and it filled him with a seething rage that contrasted with his usual youthful exuberance. "I did not ask to be an anomaly. I cannot sit still and live knowing that my dreams will remain dreams. I cannot allow my domains to be stolen, not even from you," he argued, his voice laced with bitterness.

Chaos hovered closer to her son, understanding her child's impetuous nature. She didn't rebuke his anger; instead, with a wave of her hand, the ceilings of the palace were ripped from the walls, revealing the night sky that she knew he adored. With another small gesture, Perseus was steadily raised off the ground and floated into his mother's arms once more. She whispered soothingly, her voice gentle as the lullaby she sang for him at his birth. "Perseus, I understand your frustration, but I must clarify that this is a delay, not a denial of your domains. It is a promise of your future. I will grant you your domains, of that there is no doubt. But I must ensure that you receive them at a time when you can wield their power without your very being collapsing under their weight."

As she held him, Perseus's trembling gradually subsided, the seething storm within him calmed by her maternal presence. His divine energies still flickered, but they no longer consumed the fragile lights within the hall. His celestial aura, once a typhoon of anger and impatience, began to recede, revealing a glimmer of understanding. It was a difficult lesson for a child to accept, but regardless of his divinity, it was necessary. The Goddess of Creation knew that he would grow into his power, that he would one day shape the universe in ways unimaginable. She pressed a tender kiss to his bang-covered forehead, her love for him unwavering. "Your domains will come, my sweet prince; you need only wait longer. Remember what I have always taught you: patience is virtuitous."

Still clouded by the moment's bitterness, Perseus nodded in reluctant acceptance. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, but he trusted in his mother's wisdom. He inhaled a shuddering breath, "How much longer must I be virtuous?"

Chaos's gentle laughter filled the space, a light tone that resonated through the chamber. She continued to cradle Perseus with a mother's touch, her fingers tenderly combing through his dark locks as she offered guidance. "You should always remain virtuous, my sweet knight," she emphasized. She slowly glided down from the air, the tips of her toes softly brushing the cool marbled flooring. "Virtue is not only a lesson but a weapon and a shield that you shall carry as you become my protector."

"As for your domains, my sweet knight, I believe you will be ready to receive them when you have grasped the experience of fifteen million years. It is only a little more time than a typical Protogenos requires. This decision is to aid you, to nurture you." She lowered her head, pressing her lips gently against his forehead.

Perseus's form trembled with the remnants of frustration, yet beneath the surface, there was a growing acceptance. The bond between mother and son, forged from the moment of his creation, transcended the challenges they faced. With a subtle nod, Perseus acknowledged the depth of his mother's insight.

"Okay, I- I understand." He said, his voice becoming firm. "I must control the rampaging divinity that you have blessed me." With each word, he vowed to himself and to her that he would rise to the challenges ahead, mastering the abundant power that lay dormant within him. He knew that his ascension would require far more effort than that of his siblings, but he sought not fairness but happiness - no matter the trial.

Chaos gently guided him toward the edge of the palace, the expansive night sky stretching out before them like an infinite canvas. The distant glimmers of stars were a reminder of the vast universe that awaited his influence. She looked behind her as she observed her now open-roofed fortress. As they stood at the precipice of her divine sanctuary, she turned to her son. She inquired with genuine curiosity, her eyes shimmering with the brilliance of a thousand nebulas. "Do you like my acropolis, Perseus? The gardens, the skies, the castle, the mountain."

Perseus tilted his head, looking out to admire the expanse in a different light. The moon's caress upon the clouds, the blossoms in the gardens harmonizing with the alabaster pillars of the towers—these elements painted a picture of a place he had come to cherish. "I do, Mother," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "Especially the mountain; it's very much like the one you gave me."

Chaos nodded in approval, her maternal smile reflecting her deep affection for her son. "The mountain, yes?"

Perseus nodded in confirmation, his eyes gleaming with fond memories as his brain recalled the name he had given her kingdom not long ago. "Yes, the mountain."

"Mount... Olympus."

Four Million Years Later

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, the remnants of his breath dissipating into the gentle breeze that cascaded through the baby-blue expanse. His form dangled high above the billowing clouds, arms crossed and head tilted back. The line of his jaw was sharply defined, and the slight peak of his Adam's apple punctuated the restless stillness of his repose. Beneath him, the ambient serenity of the open skies was abruptly disrupted by a peculiar sound—a harmonious fluttering that resembled the synchronized beating of dozens of wings. Perseus stirred, his left eye creaking open, squinting at the burgeoning disturbance. His outstretched body cast a withering shadow upon the resplendent sun, which, for a fleeting moment, surrendered its brilliant reign to the godling's silhouette.

From beyond the boundaries of Earth and its terrestrial realm, an ethereal legion materialized. A swarm of angelic beings - their feathers glinting with the luster of divinity - ascended from the grassy plains to the celestial haven where the young god reclined. As their heavenly host converged upon him, a soft, feminine voice rang out with reverence, "Your Grace!"

The rhythmic cadence of wings, initially a symphony of motion, came to a gradual halt as the myriad spirits circled and approached the reclusive Protogenos. Had one observed from above the veil of clouds, they would have witnessed eighteen radiant, winged figures assembled in a serried line before the solitary boy.

Perseus, his eyes still veiled behind closed lids, reacted with a faint yet commanding acknowledgment. "Yes, Nike?" he called, addressing the voice that had resounded among the angelic throng. He leisurely descended from his reprieve to a height that allowed for conversation; the luminous beings continued to envelop him, treating him with a praise befitting his stature. They swirled around him, anointed with an air of devoted service as if treating him as royalty in the realms of divinity.

A soft yet masculine voice emanated from one of the winged beings, breaking the serenity. "My Lord, Hemera has arrived in your kingdom," the voice of Eros resounded with a hint of intrigue. His words hung in the flock, bearing an air of enigmatic importance.

Perseus's remarkable cosmic orbs opened, his long obsidian eyelashes curling as he regarded the speaker with a newfound curiosity that awakened within him. "Hemera?" he inquired, his senses piqued by the mention of his sister.

A second feminine voice, lush and tender, graced the assembly, casting a delicate hue upon their discourse. "Yes, Your Grace, and might I add, you look most divine this afternoon," Hebe's voice resonated with a deep affection, her words bestowing honor upon Perseus with the utmost esteem.

The godling, in response to their adoration, allowed a soft chuckle to escape his lips. With a regal gesture, he extended his arm, dismissing his winged attendants, their angelic forms hovering in the expanse as he prepared to embark on his carefree descent from the skies above his fortress. As Perseus began his dive, a sense of reflection enveloped him. It had been nearly four million years since the revelation of the delay in the inauguration of his domains—four epochs that had afforded him both challenge and opportunity. Over this period, he had been driven by a relentless determination, a force that compelled him to prove to himself that he could master the boundless seas of energy that flowed through his divine being.

Four million years—a temporal milestone that marked virtually half of his celestial lifetime. Despite his growth, he sensed that his journey had just begun. His strength had matured, and his speed had even soared to further unparalleled heights through his unwavering training with Tartarus. The endless churning within him, a disruption of frustration and perceived incompetence, had forged him into an even more formidable being on the battlefield.

Yet, the godling, with an intellect that far surpassed his age, acknowledged that martial prowess was not the sole answer to his current predicaments. The path to true control over his burgeoning power required a different, more intricate set of skills. It called for the mastery of his innate abilities, an enablement for him to create and destroy in harmony with his divine heritage. He had to birth creation.

In his quest for control, Perseus had breathed new life into the cosmos, not in the form of stars or planets or even mere floating asteroids through the universe, but through concepts and extensions of Earth. He had begun with the simplest yet most profound idea—robes. Attire was an enigma in the cosmic order, a superfluous concept born out of a mortal perspective. The notion of clothes during his time was ludicrous, as there was no need or desire for such things. However, this apparent absurdity held the key to his first monumental breakthrough on the path to control.

With fond recollection, Perseus contemplated his early endeavors. He had manifested something of stunning simplicity yet extraordinary significance—a chiton, a garment crafted not from the need to protect but as an example of his emerging mastery. The robe he had conjured was of the purest alabaster hue, a chiton made from flowing white fabric that embraced his form. As he descended through the heavens, the white chiton billowed in response to the winds, exuding a timeless elegance that imbued him with an otherworldly aura. Perseus, adorned with the first garment in the cosmos, embodied the harmonious fusion of beauty and divine power.

Passing through a final veil of clouds, he transitioned into what seemed like an entirely different world, enveloping his presence into the greenery of Earth's surface. As he descended further from the heavens, his eyes took on a subtle luminescence, a soft glimmer around the edge of his pupils. His vision expanded, enhancing to a supernatural perspective that allowed him to witness the world with unprecedented clarity.

His gaze swept over the ever-unfolding landscape, catching the sight of some of his other creations. Wolves, his first venture into mortal sentience, roamed the pristine prairies of his land. The creatures moved with the fluid grace of predators, their fur shimmering like liquid silver in the sunlight. Their eyes, sometimes as blue as ice, others as dark as the Underworld, held a spark of loyalty and curiosity that was a compliment to the god's artistry.

Perseus marveled at these creatures, the result of his tender experiments in crafting life. He watched with pride as they playfully frolicked through the vibrant meadows, their primal joy echoing across the fertile land. It was the spark of sentience that dwelled within these creatures that had inspired him to undertake a monumental task: to create his own additions to the divine hierarchy—beings he called the 'Daimones.' These spirits and personifications of sentience were destined to encapsulate the essence of all living beings. They would be the guardians of thought, intellect, and the unspoken connection that bound all mortal creatures together.

The Daimones were a layer, a foundation, for his dream that he had revealed to his mother long ago. Mortal admiration. He couldn't help but think of the winged beings that had greeted him earlier, acknowledging him as their sovereign as he reminisced the genesis of the Daimones. Each one was a personification of the qualities Perseus valued most in the sentience of his creations. They were the embodiment of reason, empathy, curiosity, and creativity.

They were lesser deities, some might even say minor gods. They upheld what Perseus envisioned would make someone unlike himself - a true immortal, a Protogenos - completely devote themselves to honoring the beauty of their mortality and creation. Dike, the embodiment of Justice, represented the eternal scales of balance in the universe.

Eris, the personification of Strife, was a reminder that challenges and discord were vital for growth and change.

Eros, the personification of Love, celebrated the profound connections that bound all living beings together.

Geras, the embodiment of Old Age, symbolized the inexorable passage of time.

Hebe, the personification of Youth, exemplified the endless cycle of renewal and vitality.

Hygeia, the embodiment of Health, protected the well-being of living beings.

Hypnus, the personification of Sleep, offered solace and dreams in the realm of rest.

Lyssa, the personification of Rage, was the fiery spark that kindled the flames of transformation.

Mnemosyne, the embodiment of Memory, preserved the stories and wisdom of countless lifetimes.

Nemesis, the personification of Indignation, ensured that justice would prevail.

Nike, the embodiment of Victory, inspired the relentless pursuit of goals and aspirations.

Peitho, the personification of Persuasion, guided the art of communication and diplomacy.

Phobos, the embodiment of Fear, safeguarded beings by keeping them alert and cautious.

Plutus, the personification of Wealth, symbolized the diverse abundance of the cosmos.

Poena, the embodiment of Retaliation, upheld the consequences of actions and choices.

Pothos, the personification of Longing, was the whisper that encouraged the pursuit of dreams.

Soteria, the embodiment of Safety, provided solace and sanctuary in times of need.

And Thanatos, the personification of Death, reminded all that the cycle of life that Perseus desired was an eternal journey.

With exquisite attention to detail, Perseus had crafted each daemon with a unique essence and purpose, a symphony of facets mirroring the complexities of consciousness. The Daimones were not as potent as a Protogenos; they were rather weak in relation but strong enough to advocate for their purpose, a deliberate choice Perseus had made to endow them with the essence of mortality. These beings were made in his own image, sharing a bond that connected them deeply with the universe they were destined to nurture and guide.

The Daimones, akin to celestial angels, were winged spirits that soared gracefully through the cosmos. They shared in the gift of immortality, but unlike the Protogenoi, their existence was not one of unchanging eternity. Their consciousness was intrinsically linked to their divine essence and physical forms, creating a profound synergy between their essence and existence. This unique connection allowed them to appreciate the ephemeral beauty of life.

They were not truly immortal. They could be faded as their principles reflect their beings. Perseus firmly believed that the divine spirits, who are the champions of mortal sentience, should be able to share in the experience. In his mind, it was a gift - a blessing from one who knew the confinements of pure immortality.

As Perseus's feet gently grazed the soft grass of the Earth, he was encircled by these guardians. Their wings, outstretched in unison, framed him in a halo. Their expressions emanated worship and loyalty; these loyal beings, his cherished Daimones, were his companions and knights in this journey of protecting his mother's creations. Their purpose was to support and enhance his own creations, allowing life to flourish and reach new heights of growth and depth. In their presence, Perseus felt the profound weight of his divine responsibility, and he embraced it with dedication.

Amidst this celestial entourage, a melodious voice, as delicate as the first rays of dawn, called out to Perseus. Hemera, the Protogenos of the Day, approached him with an air of euphoria. "Percy!"

Perseus's eyes lit up with delight, and he opened his arms wide to welcome her. Hemera, her form taller than his, leaped into his embrace with an enthusiasm that transcended her youthful age. He effortlessly scooped her up, holding her in an affectionate hug. His laughter was like a symphony of energies as he rejoiced in her presence.

"Ah, Hemera! Welcome to my kingdom, Mount Othrys," Perseus greeted her warmly, and then, with a hint of playful curiosity, he inquired, "Where is Nyx? I can hardly imagine that you've left her side."

Hemera playfully rolled her eyes and unfolded her arms. She closed her eyes briefly and then pointed a finger at him, adopting a posture that oozed a mock sense of authority. "Percy, I am not ten million years old anymore. I am nearly fourteen million, as a matter of fact!"

"Also, I am older than you. You shall treat me with the respect befitting your elder." She continued with a teasing tone.

Perseus chuckled at Hemera's spirited response, shaking his head at the playful banter. "Perhaps once you've matured enough to truly be my elder, then I shall gift you with the respect you desire."

Hemera feigned offense, her jaw dropping as she reached out her arm in a mock attempt to grab Perseus's hair. However, his agility outpaced her attempts, and he easily dodged her playful aggression. Undeterred, Hemera erupted into a flash of light and swiftly reappeared behind Perseus. She grabbed him from behind, her form aglow with her own divinity as she playfully teased him. The younger god snorted as she gripped onto him. His soft fingers danced on her skin, poking at her forehead and then playfully pinching her nose. He was never one to resist such spirited camaraderie.

"I dare you not to be upset, but I allowed you to catch me!" Perseus admitted with a grin, his thumb and index knuckle gently pinching Hemera's small button nose.

Hemera's laughter chimed like the sweetest of bells. "Oh, whatever!" she giggled, her cheerful demeanor radiating warmth. But her curiosity led her to inquire about the pristine alabaster chiton that adorned her friend's divine form. Her fingers grasped the fabric, bringing it closer to her inquisitive gaze.

"Nonetheless, Percy, what is this?"

Perseus looked over his shoulder to see what had piqued her interest, and when he noticed her enclosed fist holding his robe, a mischievous spark ignited in his eyes. With a faint clearing of his throat, he used his hand to tap his chest, striking a princely pose. "That, Hemera, is a chiton," he announced with pride, a confident smirk gracing his lips. His canines, like gleaming daggers in his mouth, hinted at his amused delight.

Her enchanting stare remained fixed on the material; her head tilted to the side as she slowly lowered herself to sit. Her concentration was unwavering. "A chiton?" she asked inquisitively.

Perseus nodded, his smile undiminished. "Yes, a chiton. It's like a second layer of our divine physical states. A marvel, is it not?" His pride in his creation shone brilliantly, reflected in his playful grin.

Hemera's large, endearing pupils remained fixated on him as she licked her lips. "I desire one. Will you shape one for me, Percy?"

The joy that welled up in Perseus was immeasurable, knowing that someone was so captivated by his creation that they wished for one as well. He held back a grin, teasingly biting the inside of his cheek. "By truth, you must say please," he teased playfully, his voice a velvety whisper as he watched her.

The Goddess of the Day nodded rapidly, her hands clasped together in a gesture of earnest pleading. "Oh, please, oh please, please!" she urged, her enthusiasm and delight clear in her shining eyes.

Perseus couldn't help but be delighted by Hemera's infectious enthusiasm. Her bright eyes sparkled with delight, and he knew he was about to indulge her with one of his displays of creativity. With a grin, he raised a hand, fingers adorned with silver rings that glimmered like miniature galaxies. As he started to weave his divine magic, Hemera's curiosity transformed into eager anticipation. With a flourish, Perseus traced a lazy circle in the air, leaving behind a shimmering trail of stardust. A small, bright sphere of pure white energy materialized at the tip of his outstretched finger. He set the sphere in graceful motion, guiding it through a mesmerizing dance in the space that surrounded them. It spun like a dervish, a living manifestation of his prowess.

The sphere gradually unraveled, its energy dividing into an intricate web of glowing threads. The threads moved with a delicate precision that mirrored the hand of a master craftsman, weaving together in a dance of divine artistry. They intertwined, forming patterns that defied mortal comprehension and beauty that could only be born from the realm of gods. This wasn't just a creation; it was a song of forces working harmoniously.

Hemera's gaze remained locked onto the ballet of construction. Her brightening and darkening golden eyes that mirrored the rise and fall of the sun followed the weaving threads, entranced by the unfolding masterpiece. The godly light that emanated from the threads cast a soft, gentle glow that bathed her in a soothing aura. As the final strings of cloth wove together, Hemera's excitement reached its peak. She couldn't contain her delight any longer and clapped her hands together in applause. "It is always so astonishing how you possess the power of creation," she marveled, her admiration evident in her voice.

Her gaze caught their surroundings, where various beings and animals sat at attention. They had gathered to witness the divine spectacle unfolding before them, drawn by the magnetic allure of Perseus's work. The Daimones, the spirits of sentience created by Perseus, were among the attentive audience, floating in mid-air. Their presence added a profound sense of serenity to the scene, silent witnesses to the extraordinary creations that unfolded before them, their awe-struck faces reflecting the deep respect they held for Perseus's abilities.

Perseus basked in Hemera's excitement, his own joy parallel to hers. He took the completed chiton and carefully draped it over her shoulders, adjusting it with gentle movements. The white fabric seemed to embrace her with a tender caress, its snowlike color enhancing her natural beauty. Her naturally fair, tawny skin tone seemed to brighten as she blushed; however, Perseus brushed it off, unknowing of what it meant. With a touch of amusement in his voice, he said, "There you go, Princess Hemera. A chiton of your own, as promised."

"Thank you, Prince Percy! It's magnificent." Hemera laughed, slightly pushing him as she twirled around, her new tunic flowing gracefully with her every move.

As they continued to chat, the animals and angels watched with fascination. Some of the angels, like Thanatos, could feel the affection in the air as they witnessed Perseus's kindness and Hemera's happiness. Thanatos flew closer, his wings carrying him effortlessly, and addressed Perseus, "You truly have a blessing, my king. Your power to create brings happiness and is a wondrous thing."

Perseus gave Thanatos a smile, his ever-changing eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Thanatos. Lady Chaos blessed me with a special ability, and it's even more meaningful when it brings joy to others."

Amid this celestial gathering, a velvety yet strong female voice arose from the cluster of angels. Perseus turned his gaze towards the source, finding Nemesis, her wings like marbled raven feathers, had approached. Her head was slightly bowed in respect, her hand gently clasping her breast. "I do not mean to impose, but may I inquire of you, Your Grace?" Her words were dipped in devotion, a subtle blend of curiosity and humility that echoed through the god's kingdom.

Perseus regarded Nemesis with a gracious nod, his eyes giving off an aura of patience and understanding. "Of course, Nemesis. You are welcome to speak your mind. In this realm, questions and curiosity are celebrated. What would you like to know?"

Nemesis, her crimson eyes unwavering, voiced her query. "I've always wondered, Your Grace, why you do not cast an overwhelming aura of energy as Hemera does. Her presence is like a beacon of divinity. Is there a particular reason for your more... restrained approach?"

He extended his left hand, palm-up, towards Nemesis. His fingers bore unique adornments, sterling rings that were like strands of silver connected by chains that slithered down the olive skin of his hand, ultimately jointing into a delicate bracelet at his wrist. At the top of each ring gleamed black jewels, their depths seemingly endless. "These," he began, with a hint of hubris in his voice, "are my power-sealing rings. They dampen my energy, enabling me to slowly build a tolerance to the abundant power that courses through me. You see, I believe in the concept of free will, and part of that belief is bestowing those around me the choice to experience my energy without overwhelming them."

To demonstrate his point, Perseus, with languid grace, raised his left hand and brought his pinky finger to rest against the obsidian ring adorning it. With a slight squeeze of his fist, as his fingertip made contact, the black jewel at the top of the ring shattered into countless shards like fractured midnight stars, and with it, an astounding rush of energy surged forth. It was as if the very essence of the universe had been unleashed from his presence.

Nemesis watched, her red eyes wide with awe, as Perseus's energy took form before them. "I can release my power by breaking these rings," he explained, his voice tinged with satisfaction, "and demonstrate the true extent of my abilities."

The energy, unchained and unfettered, swirled and pulsed around him, casting dancing lights and shadows upon his form. Nike, one of the observing angels, was utterly astounded. "I cannot comprehend the potency of your power," she exclaimed, her voice trembling with wonder as she watched Perseus, still having four rings intact, displaying a fraction of his boundless might.

With an air of calmness, Perseus extended his right hand over his left. His fingers moved with tranquility, the lustrous chains and silver rings responding to his will. As he waved his hand, it was as though the threads of time itself were rewoven. The shards of the shattered black jewel began to coalesce, each fragment seamlessly finding its place in the intricate design. Slowly, almost lazily, the jewel regrew. The semblance of divinity that had surged forth in all its magnificence now gradually retracted, akin to the tide receding from the shore. It yielded to Perseus's command, slipping back into the bonds of his power-sealing rings. The chaotic dance of lights and shadows slowly transformed into a serene and harmonious equilibrium encapsulated by the rings.

As the final shard returned to its place, the obsidian jewel at the top of the pinky ring was whole once more. Perseus's energy was sealed, contained, and tamed, hidden behind a facade of cosmic serenity. With a simple, elegant motion, he lowered his right hand, the seals intact and his power once again concealed. He leaned forward slightly, "It becomes inconvenient at times, but it is necessary. Not everything can nor should be without strife." As he uttered these profound words, he directed a sly wink to Eris, the daemon of strife.

Hemera, still twirling in her new chiton, chimed in with a cheerful tone, completely ignorant to the presentation that her infatuation with her gift had managed to blanket, "I cannot believe I have my own chiton now, thanks to Percy. I feel like a goddess, even more so!"

The animals in the vicinity, which included the wolves Perseus had crafted earlier, observed the interaction with a sense of curiosity. One of the wolves, a majestic and sleek creature, approached Perseus with a certain curiosity in its eyes. The wolf's gaze seemed to convey a silent question about the nature of creation and the divine mysteries that surrounded them. Perseus knelt down, extending his hand to gently stroke the wolf's fur, acknowledging the silent inquiry of his creation.

Perseus brushed the shredded fur of the wolf's pelt off his hand, slowly rising back to his feet as he smiled at the goddess. He regarded her, his expression a mimic of the growing concern that lay within him. With a measured tone, he inquired, "Hemera, what is the purpose of your visit to Mount Othrys today?"

Hemera's refined movements seemed to wane as she slowed her dance. She had paused her joyful twirls, and her gaze began fixed upon the soaring sun, which hung like a yellow jewel in the boundless heavens. Her slender finger, adorned with white polish that ran from her fingertips to her wrists, pointed toward the luminous orb. She began to speak with a thoughtful lilt to her voice. "Perseus, you know that as the Protogenos of the Day, I oversee the concept of days themselves," She hesitated slightly before continuing, "But I believe that a day should signify more than just the sun rising and setting. It should be a mark of importance, a celebration of something significant."

Hemera's voice, though serious, retained a melodic quality that resonated with an alluring appeal. The breeze whispered secrets, almost as if carrying her words to the very heart of the universe. Perseus nodded, his eyes flickering with a deep understanding. "I agree, Hemera. I shall always support your principles, as well as what you deem worthy to seek under them."

With a sense of conviction, Hemera continued, turning around to face the boy, "Perseus, today is a unique day, a day of profound significance. This cycle of the sun rising marks the moment you would have received your domains. You have now existed as a Protogenos for ten million years." A heartfelt and sympathetic smile graced her lips as she extended her congratulations to him.

"As such, I think there is no point in time that could better fit the official first recorded day of the cosmos. Day one, today." She cleared her throat, her hand once again slowly rising into the luminous air. A surge of energy began to grow from her core, a wave of power that Perseus could sense forming before it was even released.

At her touch, a powerful beacon of flashing orange and yellow light enveloped her form, growling with intensity. The brilliance of her presence seemed to transcend the very essence of light itself. It roared with an unspeakable screech that caused all the animals in the area to scatter in a panic. Perseus turned slightly, peering over at the Daimones, who looked at the pillar of fire warily. He flicked his fingers to the side, gesturing that everything was under control.

Gradually, the raging beacon began to dim, its screams falling into silence. As the radiance dissipated, it revealed a celestial gathering of unparalleled significance. Now standing beside Hemera was the full assembly of the Protogenoi, his entire family. It was the surprise of the eon; in truth, the gathering seemed illogical, for there was no surface-level reason for them to cease their empirical duties for something so trivial. Perseus grunted, holding back a welling of emotion that clawed in his chest.

For a moment, nothing happened. There was only silence as Perseus lounged in the content of their company. But it was Phanes, his eldest brother, who took a step forward as a representative of the assembly. His voice resonant and profound. "We have all gathered today," he declared, "not as one of Perseus's so-called Council Meetings..."

The reference caught him off guard, and a ripple of laughter escaped from his lips, momentarily breaking the solemnity. His family watched him in merriment as it became evident that the news of his recent separation from his principles had not dampened his spirits. Phanes clicked his tongue before continuing with a wider smile, "To commemorate this important part of history."

Beside him, Ananke, her shorter frame, took a step forward. She held onto Chronos's hand, their entwined presence representing the inexorable passage of time. "I am proud of my little brother," she stated, her words resonating with a subtle undercurrent of sisterly affection. Her shorter brunette hair curtained her grey eyes that remained fixed on Perseus.

In the midst of the Protogenoi, Tartarus erupted into a deep, rumbling laughter that overpowered all other sounds of joy. His voice, like the roar of a colossal waterfall, echoed through the glowing meadows. "Yes, Baby Percy! WOO!" His jubilant outburst was a compliment to his delight in the celebration.

The other Protogenoi couldn't help but snicker at the abyssal god's antics, their own laughter harmonizing with the surroundings. Even Erebus, known for his enigmatic disposition, seemed to be in an unusually good mood. Amid the joyous tumult, Perseus exchanged an affectionate gaze with Chaos, the boundless void that had given birth to them all. She simply smiled, an observer of her children's interactions.

From within the luminous meadows, Gaea and Nyx burst forth in a display of light before appearing behind Perseus. They embraced him from both sides, their presence a manifestation of the earth's nurturing embrace and the depths of the night. Gaea's voice, brimming with maternal pride, began to praise him. "So, so, so proud of you," she exclaimed as her hug tightened, her unique aroma mingling with the air.

"Indeed," Nyx affirmed, her voice as velvety as the darkest twilight filled with a quiet intensity.

As her starlit eyes caught something from the background, her playful side emerged as she teased Gaea, "But, Gaea, you should watch yourself; you may prove Ouranos or Pontus even more envious the way you're hanging off little Percy." She finished her statement by inclining her head in the direction of the two gods mentioned, her tone a subtle blend of amusement and affection.

The celestial meadows seemed to glow brighter with the love and camaraderie that enveloped Perseus. The landscape, his kingdom, a monument to their shared existence, bore witness to their bonds that transcended time and space. At this moment, the Protogenoi celebrated not only the birth of Perseus but also the enduring connections that linked them all. Hemera approached the trio, pushing Nyx off Perseus. "Mother," she whined, "Stop hogging Percy; besides, you'll make Erebus jealous too!"

Perseus grinned as the three girls pulled at him, trying to force dominance over the others to claim him as their own. He bit his lip, letting out an exhale as the scene around him almost seemed to slow. He wished that this moment could be relived every day, a dream that would continue forever. The Goddess of the Day leaned in closer to him, breaking him from his trancelike state of pure bliss. Her smile, like the first light of dawn, added a touch of charm to her countenance.

Her light pink lips pursed as they lay next to his ear. "Happy birthday, Percy."

AN

Hello! Here's your weekly update to this story; I'm hoping to try to update it at least once every week. However, I can't guarantee that I'll uphold this schedule because the last time I tried, it ended a ball of fire - I don't want to make writing feel like a chore. Writing is great, but it can be time-consuming; your comments are truly what gives me the most incentive to provide chapters quicker!

As always, please feel free to offer suggestions, reviews, or something you might want to see down the line; I always check the comments!

AN: 2

Additionally - since I'm sure a few people are wondering - I wanted to include exactly how old every character is in this chapter so you all can get a better grasp of the characters' relations. I also want to make a clarification that for Protogenoi, as referenced in ch. 1, one million years - an epoch - is equivalent to one year of CHILDHOOD development. This means that once they've developed fully as adults (mature), it doesn't necessarily mean that they're going to change very much i.e., despite Phanes being 38 million, he's not going to strictly behave as someone who is 38.

Chaos: ? (The Eternal)

Phanes: 38 million (Son of Chaos)

Gaea: 28 million (Daughter of Chaos)

Tartarus: 28 million (Son of Chaos)

Nyx: 27 million (Daughter of Chaos)

Erebus: 25 million (Son of Chaos)

Chronos: 23 million (Son of Chaos)

Ananke: 23 million (Daughter of Chaos)

Pontus: 14 million (Son of Gaea)

Thalassa: 14 million (Daughter of Gaea)

Hemera: 13 million (Daughter of Nyx and Erebus)

Ouranos: 13 million (Son of Gaea)

Perseus: 10 million (Son of Chaos)

AN: 3

OMGs, stop with all the AN! This isn't as important, but all of the Daimones are actually really apart of the Greek Pantheon; the only thing I've really changed is when and how they were created, so I hope I haven't trampled on any of your images of the Minor Gods.

- ANAKX

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