Percy watched as a five man group came out from behind the corner. Well, 'man' was relative. One was a girl and another was either a dragon or a giant Komodo. The other three were males, though obviously not mortal.

"Who are you?" Piper asked. Percy wouldn't admit this to anyone, but he thought Piper looked good. Her clothes were courtesy of Nyx and very form fitting. It was like his sister was teasing him for a reason. But he had told her that he didn't want to be in any relationship that dealt with love because of Annabitch. He didn't want the hassle that came with it.

He knew he should at least hold some sort of feelings for the daughter of Athena that he had loved; but he didn't. It was like the feelings were voided or something. Maybe he just got over her? Maybe it was some kind of Tartarus magic? Who knew? The point was, after two years, a lot of 'sleepovers' with Kelli, and six years of being in the Darkness, Percy was done with her. He didn't feel for her anymore. Other than a grudge and the feeling that he'd kill her if he ever saw her again, he was completely blank when he thought of her. Which didn't happen often.

The person that drew his attention and made him see red was the shirtless man. He had giant muscles and clearly looked like he was using steroids. But Percy would recognize that face anywhere. He'd seen the man enough in his dreams during the quest to save Artemis and had even met him on the way into the Mediterranean: Hercules.

Percy turned his attention to the others in the squad before he could rip Dicklules apart. The giant iguana was a sickly white color, like ash, had glowing blood red eyes the color of a hellhound's, and its claws were tearing holes in the floor without meaning to. Percy made a mental note to never get scratched by them. And to never pet it.

The other male was familiar but not that much so. He had dark brown hair and deep blue eyes that reminded Percy of the familiar abyss under the ocean. Percy put the dots together quickly. Ouranos, lord of the sky, constellation, son of Poseidon; meet Orion, the git son of Poseidon. Again, Percy saw red. Wasn't he a giant in the Second Giant War eight or nine years ago? He had a Tartanean steel spear as a weapon.

The last male had orange hair. It was odd to see a carrot top but Percy wouldn't complain. Just another person he could call leprechaun and use his horrible Irish accent on. He was taller than Hercules and Orion but not as well muscled. His weapon was practically a giant cleaver. Maybe a machete but bigger, and square-er.

Then there was the girl. She was just as beautiful as Percy remembered her. It didn't make any sense on the 'HOW THE FUCK WAS SHE ALIVE?' front, but whatever. She was wearing a black parka and jeans. Her hair was braided and her eyes were as volcano black as ever. She still looked like a princess, even without the tiara looking thing she had as the Lieutenant of Artemis.

"Zoe Nightshade," Percy whispered. It couldn't be real. But it was. She smelled like Zoe. A combination of woods and ash. Like she was in Pompeii when it exploded and died. And given how old she was, it was certainly a possibility.

She was immediately on her guard. "How do you know who I am?" She demanded. Percy internally smiled. She had gotten better at her grammar. No 'thees' or 'thous' apparently. It made Percy happy that she was getting an education.

"Am I not supposed to know who is on Ouranos' team?" Percy sniped at her. He enjoyed riling up people. Gods were better, he guessed, but immortals were immortals.

"That's Lord Ouranos to you," she snarled as she took out a Tartanean steel hunting knife from its sheathe. Piper reacted, drawing one of her daggers in response.

"Easy, Charm," Percy told her as he eased her dagger down back to its sheathe. "We're here for the same reason. Though you're not supposed to be here."

"I could say the same about you," Dickcules interrupted. "Lord Ouranos sent us here. Who sent you?"

"Erebus, Tartarus, and Nyx," Percy answered without missing a beat. He leveled a stare at Dickcules. He didn't like the hero then, and he was sure as hell he didn't like the guy now. "Though I did talk to Ouranos and told him that I'd handle this alone. So why he sent you here anyways, I don't know."

Zoe made to say something but Percy wasn't done yet. "I don't care what he told you. I told him that I would handle this. Now, if you'd be so kind as to leave and let me do my work, it would be much appreciated."

"We saw the lobby," the orange haired guy said. "We need your help."

"I didn't catch your name, Carrot Top," Percy told him.

"Aries," Aries introduced.

"Aries," Percy amended. "I need you to leave. Because what I'm about to do may make you throw up all your insides."

Percy said this calmly and in the most factual voice he could without trying to sound like a bastard. Piper looked at them before turning to Percy and motioning with her hands to hurry up with the door. Percy gave her a look that clearly said, 'Why? I want them to leave.'

She didn't listen.

"It doesn't matter if they're here or not," Piper told him. Loud enough to let the others hear as well. "Let's just get this over with. You said you can't be on the surface more than a few minutes. It's been close to an hour. Won't Sammael be on your tail by now?"

"He's probably on his way right now," Percy agreed. "Fine, but I'm not protecting them."

That was a lie. He would protect Zoe. Maybe the Carrot Top. But he knew for certain that he wasn't going to let Zoe die because of him. Not again. He wasn't powerful enough to help her the first time and he'd be damned if she died while he did have the power.

"Keep quiet and follow Charm's lead," Percy told them. "I don't want Ouranos on my ass because you guys are dead."

Dickcules snorted but Percy ignored it. He really didn't like that guy. No, he hated that guy. Why couldn't he just have stayed in the Mediterranean? The Mare Nostrum. That brought back memories...

Percy snapped out of it and continued working on the door. The little code light was shining red until Percy took out the yellow wire, spliced it with the red, and put to the blue. The light shined green and their was an loud and audible click as the door unlocked itself. Percy sighed in relief. He wasn't as good with technology as he made it look.

Percy stood up and tossed the pliers over his shoulder now that he was done with them. They weren't his; he found them in a utility desk a floor or two down. He saw Zoe look at him oddly but he was already opening the door when he saw it. Deciding that he couldn't stop everything just to find out what she was looking at him like that for, he ignored the look and pushed open the door and went in, Piper keeping herself and the others from entering after him.

The office was massive. There was too much space and the furniture didn't even fill half of it. The lights were on in this office, most likely on a separate generator than the rest of the building. Which meant that Percy wouldn't get the drop on thisFrikáde. Carpet stretched over most of the tile floor. The carpet were fur rugs from animals and in one of the corners of the room was a bar.

By the far wall was a desk. It was beautiful if it wasn't for the Frikáde sitting on the top, waiting for Percy. Behind the desk was a large window, one of the only ones that wasn't covered by a sheet of metal once the security procedure was called in.

The Frikáde sitting on the desk was unlike Sammael. Where as Sammael had been a beast that could talk, this was a humanoid creature that made it apparent that it was more beast than man.

He had no eyes. That was the first thing about the Frikáde that Percy noticed. He was huge, muscled, and had no eyes or nose. His face was covered by skin colored muscle tissue and only showed his mouth which looked permanently bared. His teeth were like needles. Percy felt his own teeth grow in response and unwittingly had his eye color change to red.

"It took you long enough," the Frikáde reprimanded with a deep baritone. His voice was more like Atlas' than Sammael's but he did have that 'Older than Time' feel. He was wearing nothing but ripped khakis. Percy stepped forward more and saw the dead bodies of a few mortals lying in a couple blind spots. There wasn't a drop of blood on anything though.

"Sorry, the drive over here wasn't as traffic free as I would have liked," Percy said sarcastically as he checked the closest victim. Completely drained of blood.

"You won't find anything there," the Frikáde told him. "I have a tendency of not leaving any evidence."

"Didn't catch your name," Percy hinted. The Frikáde chuckled.

"Call me Vlad," Vlad said. "And what's your name?"

"Vlad, that's cute," Percy commented as he noticed the ravaged wounds on the bodies' necks. "You can call me Karma. Now before we're done with show and tell, why don't you tell me where Sammael is and I'll show you how to die a horrible and painful death."

Again, Vlad chuckled. "You and your merry band of misfits are going to kill me?" He asked incredulously.

"No," Percy said. "I am." He started to pace and keep an eye on Vlad. "See, I've been sent here by a bunch of very powerful people. You might know them. Tartarus... Erebus... Nyx-"

"You're lying," Vlad growled. It seemed like someone was a little over protective over Nyx. Was he her Frikáde?

"Am I?" Percy asked as he smiled. He bared his teeth and his eyes glowed red for a second until they went back to his regular colors. "See, that's what you think. Me? I think they realized what a bunch of crappy children you are. I mean, Nyx had some ugly kids but you take the cake."

"You think I'm Nyx's?" Vlad asked with a laugh.

"That or she's your grandma," Percy said. He smirked when Vlad stopped laughing. "And Bob's your uncle! Or should I have said BINGO?"

"What do you want?" Vlad asked. "Why are you here?"

"I told you," Percy replied. "I want to know where Sammael is. And I want to kill you but I can take a rain check on that if you'd like."

Vlad chuckled for a third time. "You're funny," the Frikáde said. He stood up off the desk and started walking, making him and Percy circle each other. The Frikáde was a good inch or two taller than Percy and the muscles on him were lean. Even without eyes and a nose, Vlad was still facing Percy. Probably using his hearing to locate him.

"I can't give you Sammael," he said. "Hell, he'll probably come to you. It is you he's after, isn't it? You smell like the beach, sure, but you smell different than your little friends out there."

"And you smell like a napalm victim," Percy retorted. "What's your point?"

"Well," Vlad answered, "if you stay still long enough, he'll come to you. He's really looking forward to killing you."

"Yeah well, the feeling's mutual."

"So are your friends going to be joining us?" Vlad asked.

"No."

"Are you sure? They could be so much fun. Especially the girls."

Percy slowly took out his sword. The last comment made him see colors. Not red like when he saw Dickcules, but a purple that accented everything in the room and not just the Frikáde. He could see part of a coat hanger sticking out from under the desk. The curtains that were pulled down from their rods. How Piper was keeping Zoe and the others from going any farther in, telling them that Karma could handle this. Gods, he hoped she was right.

"One blade?" Vlad asked. He seemed almost... offended. "That's all you brought to fight me? One blade made out of what? What is that? Stygian iron?"

"Sure, let's go with that."

Percy wasn't at all in a chatty mood. This guy wasn't going to tell him where Sammael was, that was fine. But this guy insulted Piper and Zoe. Planned to use them. That didn't make Percy a happy camper whatsoever.

Vlad made the first move. He was fast. Immediately, he was rushing at Percy with his jaws outstretched like a piranha and claws that elongated and blackened. Percy dodged the strikes with relative ease. Vlad was a quick but structured fighter. Percy was as much as the opposite of structured as he could get. He was unpredictable and moved as though he was water itself.

Percy found that simply dragging the blade along Vlad's skin wasn't going to work. He had tough skin. Not to the point of Sammael but tough enough to let Percy know that he should put some power into his strikes.

Vlad let out a hiss of pain as Percy landed a blow against his knee. The appendage sounded an audible crack of bone as it broke but Vlad stayed standing. Percy twisted around and ducked as Vlad swung his arm around to hit Percy in the face. Percy drove his sword through Vlad's newly opened side, surprised at how easy it had been.

He was cursing himself then and there.

Vlad gave a roar of pain but didn't go down. He quickly batted Percy into the desk and put a hand on the blade. Carefully, Vlad eased it out of his side and ribs feeling whatever affect it had on him slowly diminish until it was completely out. The sword clattered to the ground as red blood pooled down the open wound before taking on a life of its own.

The blood bubbled like acid before rising off the ground and going back to his wound, spreading around his torso as if it was a giant blood colored band-aid. Percy picked himself up off the floor and watched as the blood healed him. Though red blood was definitely not normal for aFrikáde.

"That's not stygian iron," Vlad snarled. Percy couldn't help but smirk.

"No, it isn't."

Vlad gave a vicious roar as he charged once again at a defenseless Percy. But Percy didn't need a weapon. Percy dodged a claw coming for his face and another one that was aimed for his heart. Percy kneed theFrikáde in the stomach and elbowed him in the back of the head, making him fall to the ground.

Percy never wanted to do this. It reminded him of his horrible time in Tartarus when he wasn't welcomed there. Of when his sister tried to kill him and commanded others to do so too. Now, there wasn't a problem and Percy didn't harbor any grudge towards her but he didn't like to be reminded of that time.

The demigod son of Poseidon and Third Rule Champion of Nyx straddled Vlad's back, putting his hands on either side of his head. Percy delved into his powers, feeling theFrikáde's connection to the blood he had drank earlier. The classic messed up vampire started to struggle as Percy hammered that mental connection with a mind crowbar. Percy used his powers to tear apart every atom of blood and water inside Vlad's body, no doubt causing great pain.

"Where's Sammael?" Percy demanded as he stopped slightly.

"I don't know!" Percy gritted his teeth and used more force to sever the connection. It took a great deal of power to forcibly sever a connection to a power from a person. Thankfully, Percy had more than enough power to do it.

"Tell me!" Percy roared as he made the blood heat up and boil inside Vlad's body. Torture was never his favorite lesson in Perses' School of Destruction. But it was as needed as English in a normal high school. 'My life is fucked up,' he offhandedly thought to himself.

"I don't know!" Vlad cried again. Disappointed and believing, Percy focused on the water particles in the air around him and pushed his sword to him. Percy moved one hand to the back of Vlad's head and the other gripped Spice tightly. Faster than Vlad could feel, theFrikáde was dead with a simple swipe of Percy's sword to the heart.

Percy relaxed on top of Vlad, unaware how awed the others were looking at him, Piper included. He breathed a deep sigh, unhappy that he didn't find the whereabouts of Sammael. He wanted to surprise theFrikáde that held his scent so that he couldn't be ambushed. Until then, he had to keep hiding.

Percy stood up and turned back to the others. "Pray to Nyx to get you back to the House. I'll join you guys shortly. I have something to do first."

Before Piper could say anything, Percy faded into darkness to the closest mall. He just remembered something.

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The last eight years had changed Olympus drastically. Prosperity came to the city of the gods like a plague. With no wars to fight, evils on the rise, and no one to oppose them, Olympus had grown from a simple city into a metropolis. Palaces were built for all the minor gods, just as cabins for Camp Half-Blood had been done. Hades had been welcomed with some reservations but they quickly went away when the Lord of the Dead revealed that he was a very good adviser to the King of the Gods.

The gods were different too. With nothing to stress Zeus out, he had no reason to find solace in the arms of mortal or ungodly women. In fact, Zeus and Hera were expecting a new child. Their first after Hebe. They had no idea who this child would be, but they had found out from the Fates that the child would be a powerful god. Because there weren't any enemies of Olympus, Zeus became less paranoid and more like a justly and normal king.

Poseidon had taken in Zeus' footsteps. After losing Percy, he realized that his demigod children were in constant danger and harm. That they lived horrible lives and even worse deaths. A journal of Percy's adventures only helped that point of view. He was devastated and guilty that he didn't try to contact his son more than he did. Poseidon spent more time under the ocean, getting to know Amphitrite over again and falling in love with her once more. Though they didn't have another child on the way, they were hoping. Poseidon occasionally met with Sally and her mortal daughter. Alex, the mortal girl, had wanted to be just like Percy, and with the permission of Sally and Paul, Poseidon made that a possibility.

Hades, coincidentally, didn't follow in his brothers' path. He spent more time on the surface, getting to know the people and even fell in love with two mortal women who now bore him children. He made sure that no monsters were to find them quickly and with the help of a few satyrs and his son, the Ghost King, got them to the safety of Camp Half-Blood where they learned of the great Savior of Olympus. Persephone wasn't happy about the demigods but Hades more than made it up to her by removing her curse to stay in the Underworld with the help of Hecate. He learned from a certain demigod that if he loved someone and they didn't love you back, it was best to let them go. He advised Zeus on more than a few occasions and earned a place as Zeus' right hand, though Hades had no desire to rule Olympus anymore and was more than happy to accept the position.

Demeter was facing a overload of food. Mortals had found a way to grow wheat in the harshest environments and the Goddess of Agriculture couldn't be more ecstatic. This multiplied when Persephone came to her with news of her removed curse. Though over the years, Persephone had grown to love the God of the Dead. So with the help of Demeter, Persephone realized her feelings and went to patch things up with Hades, who agreed on the condition to eat more cereal. His favorite was Cheerios and Demeter and him learned to get along greatly.

Ares was at an all time high. He realized that yes, War is more than just brawn. Spending years with Athena and her library helped him greatly. Now not only was he a great fighter, but he could be as cunning as Athena when it came to fighting on instinct. Because of his newfound intellect, he learned to whisper things in mortals' ears to get them to fight better. It caused wars to start and end faster, leaving the population at a steady rate that won't kill the world, which the satyrs and the Lord of the Wild, Grover Underwood, appreciated greatly. The Middle East and Asia were the most war ridden continents in the world and it was all because of him. He started to merge with his Roman aspect, Mars. When they were merged, Ares grew in power. War was War; it made it easy to merge. He had the same amount of demigods but the Greeks were more controlled and the Romans were more savage. Even at four years old.

Dionysus was lifted of his punishment. He was no longer the Camp Director of Camp Half-Blood; instead being replaced by Annabeth Chase and Jason Grace. Dionysus was also a lot more powerful. Parties were going on and people were a lot more broken than usual. Torture techniques were developed and used and made people all the more crazy. Diseases spread by Apollo during the wars also helped as people broke from grief. As God of Insanity, Dionysus was a natural psychiatrist, where he fell in love with his patients. Despite being a drunk, his psychiatrist side was actually pretty decent. He did what he could for his patients (which was a lot). Rich brats threw parties throughout the year and he did what he could to make sure nothing worse than a couple kids passing out happened, in case he had to face Hestia's wrath.

Hestia was the most revered of the gods on Olympus. She was the one to turn to if things went bad. She also knew when things weren't happy in the home. Hestia personally sent the Hunters of Artemis to pick up an abused girl and a few demigods to an abused boy. No one dared oppose Hestia, as she got real fired up when she saw what was happening in those demigod homes. In mortal homes, the best she could do was call the cops a couple dozen times and have the parent or parents arrested. Or kill them herself; it all just depended on how she felt that day.

Hephaestus was actually doing quite well for himself. With the innovation of technology in the world, his domain was booming as tech companies tried to outdo each other and themselves. He managed to get a pretty good gig as one of the employees of the main manufacturers of some of the products. There he met a woman named Samantha who didn't mind his "ugliness", as Aphrodite put it, and enjoyed working on technology as much as he did. She even didn't find it odd at all that he was the God of Forges and Fire. It took a lot of convincing and a lot of time, but he managed to convince Hera to absolve his marriage to Aphrodite, make Samantha James immortal, and marry her. They were now expecting their first godly child together. They planned to have many more.

Athena was confused. Though she always thought of Ares as a boneless and spineless worm, that hadn't been the case when they spent close to a year together. Like a certain son of Poseidon she had known, Ares was more observant and smarter than she realized. Over the course of years, as they took war to a whole new level, they got closer together and eventually started dating, with Ares breaking up with Aphrodite. They didn't tell any of the demigods or the public except the Olympians. He told Athena that he liked her brain and the way she handled herself. Aphrodite was pretty and good in the sack, sure, but he liked fighters. Even mortals with spirit appealed to him more than Aphrodite. Through eight years, Athena had yet to stop having brain children with mortals and Ares the same. But they enjoyed their time dating and took it slow. Which to an immortal, could last close to three thousand years until they get hot and heavy. And both of them were fine with going slow, surprisingly. After Ares had bonded with Mars, he'd gotten more respectful towards women and violence. She still stayed in contact with her favored daughter, who had gotten over Percy Jackson and started dating Jason Grace. Athena still had some anger towards the son of Poseidon for ditching her daughter but one couldn't speak ill will of the dead. So she let it go.

Aphrodite wasn't exactly happy. She wasn't sad, either, but she wasn't happy. Having been divorced and dumped within a eight year span was something she wasn't used to. With the disappearance of her daughter, Piper McLean, she had learned that mortality was a fickle thing. Seeing that, she wanted to learn. She was one of the most powerful Olympians, having been born from Ouranos' remains and the sea. She was as set as the sky but as unpredictable as the ocean. In a rash decision, she asked Zeus to make her mortal for a while and give her fake memories and a family that would take her in. She was born to a nice family, though her father was a bit distant. After her parents died in a fire, she bounced through the foster system and grew up a happy woman. After six years, she was a powerful lawyer before Zeus returned her memories and made her a god again. It was good character building for her. She stopped hassling others into giving away their virginity and let love take its course, though she helped from time to time with true love. Her demigod children felt the change in their mother, and like good kids, followed their mother's example. They stopped messing with people, learned to be strong, fought with a renewed vigor, and quit fawning over make up. Aphrodite even apologized to Hephaestus for everything she had ever done and was glad he'd found a woman that could appreciate him and his toys. It seemed like she was for the better.

Artemis was a different story. After having the one male in the world she truly trusted simply run off and die in Alaska, she learned that men could never be truly good. To her, Percy was the only exception. If she found a male, she wouldn't kill them, but they would be beaten, hunted, and then sent on their way with no memories about what had transpired, convinced they had just taken a bad fall. She visited Percy's grave frequently and at random intervals. She missed his random walk-ins with a new Hunter in tow. She missed how he would IM Thalia for no reason at all and would say 'hi' to her like she was just another normal person. And she missed him. It was weird how she would miss a male, but most of the hunt did too. Percy had helped recruit half of them and the other half just liked him despite a few reservations from the more abused hunters. But she still had a sense of anger at the demigod son of Poseidon. Questions swam in her head: Why did he leave? Why did they never find a body? Why go to Alaska? Why did the one good male die and disappear? She would often find herself silently crying when she visited his grave. He had done much for her and all she did was vote not to have him killed. The hunt was doing well after eight years. The pain of Percy's death ebbed away after a while and their numbers were at a high. Monsters trembled in fear when they saw their silver arrows. But something was wrong. She had heard a lot of things from monsters fresh out of Tartarus. Though it made her want to hope against hope that Percy was actually alive, she didn't tell her hunters and didn't let her hopes get too high. Even after the six years she's been looking, she hasn't heard any more whispers 'Perseus the Ravager.'

Hera was by far the happiest woman on the Olympian council. Probably the planet. After thousands of years of affairs, she was finally getting what those women had got: Zeus' undivided attention. Over the course of the years, she had been romanced, loved, and now pregnant. They went on date nights down in the mortal world, where Zeus wouldn't even look at another woman. He held storms for her and his care over the unborn baby made her ecstatic to be a mother again. She still held some anger towards the children that Zeus had made with other women, but she tried to fix those relationships. She tried to be the best mother she could to the demigod children and went on several events with Apollo and Artemis to help mend their relationship. Hera even tried to get right with Hephaestus, who, with the help of his new wife, accepted her apology and even learned to have a semi-decent conversation with her. It was a start and Hera couldn't be happier.

The eight years of Hermes' life has been normal. Though most of those eight years has been giving excuses to George and Martha on why they couldn't visit Percy and make him give George a rat. Martha just wanted to visit the handsome son of Poseidon as she had a crush on him when he and Hermes had gotten to be better friends. Hermes couldn't find it in his heart to tell them that their favorite demigod was presumed dead and had been for the last six years. When they did find out, it was because of Poseidon, who had sent a message to Sally Jackson, Percy's mother, through Hermes' Messaging. They read the message which just so happened to be a memorial for Percy on his birthday and wouldn't speak to Hermes for a year unless it was work related. Hermes regularly checked in on his demigods and even pulled a few pranks with Travis, Conner, and Travis' girlfriend, Katie Gardner, a child of Demeter. There were, of course, sober moments when Hermes would look back on his life to when he met Percy so many times. If it wasn't for his appearance and water powers, Hermes could have been convinced that Percy was his son. He almost wished that.

Apollo had found all of his oracles and solved the problem within a year of Percy's funeral. Lester was no more and Apollo was welcomed as a god once more. His relationship with Hera was better than Artemis', though he didn't mind the new mother figure in his life. Zeus had lifted the punishment on the good titans like he had promised Percy as soon as Apollo came back and reminded him. Due to his time as a mortal, Apollo realized that childishness was good for putting up a front. A visit to Dr. Dionysus the Psychiatrist helped Apollo realize that he was missing his family members and often acted like a child to garner his sister's attention. After a couple visits to the hunt with Apollo's new attitude, he and Artemis quickly got reacquainted and often meet up for archery contests or had Monster-Hunting-Bonding-Time. Apollo had dreams of what had happened to Percy before he left and didn't tell anyone in case Athena or Poseidon went wrath-happy. He did keep Percy in higher regards. To act so calm when that happened... he must've been devastated. Apollo opened a few clinics in the War Zones out of the United States and set up a fund to keep the soldiers fighting. He and Ares started getting along nicely when they started a conversation about the application of a weaponized plague virus that had been dormant for the last two hundred or so years. Apollo wasn't only the God of Medicine but also the God of Plagues. After meeting with his son and Nico, Will's boyfriend, Apollo had given the okay for the Ghost King to marry his son. The wedding was in just over a year.

Most of these gods will go into shock March 13th, 2021.

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It was the day after Thalia, Hestia, Chiron, and Nico decided to tell the council that Percy was alive. They would be lying if they said that they weren't nervous. Chiron, Thalia, and Nico, especially. Hestia was just more curious about what their reactions would be when they told the entire council that not only was the Savior of Olympus is alive, but had also kidnapped one of the Seven.

As Chiron had asked, both Thalia and Nico were wearing something relatively nice. Nico was wearing an aviator jacket, black jeans, and a black shirt with a skull on it. He wore some of his Ghost King armor just in case things went bad. Classic black medieval knight braces and leggings were adorned and his stygian iron sword was strapped to his waist. Just in case the Olympians got a little angry that he kept this a secret for the last eight years, even from Will.

Thalia wasn't wearing her hunting uniform. She had put on a 'Death to Barbie' T-shirt and black jeans ripped at the knees. While her hunting uniform was good for maneuverability, these these clothes were better for blending into the shadows of Olympus if anything went wrong. She wanted to be prepared if Poseidon tried to kill her for letting him think that his son was dead. She could never be too careful. And she wouldn't count on Artemis to save her. Thalia had caught her lady at Percy's grave once, crying. If she cared about him even a little, both the hunt and Artemis herself would be on her ass.

Chiron was in his normal form, not wanting to be stuck in his wheelchair when the blasting started. While the gods have changed drastically from Percy's death, the news that he was alive would probably be enough to have him incinerated. Running was a good option, though where he would go, he didn't know. He just had to be ready.

Hestia was the only one of them actually relaxed. She had gotten a reputation as a peacekeeper over the years, and by gods she was going to live up to it. No one would harm anyone once the arguments started. Thalia, Nico, and Chiron were in her protection and anyone that tried to harm them would face her instead. And they would fall. She had fought in the First Titan War before she was named by the Fates as the Goddess of Hope, Hearth, and Home. Home wasn't always peaceful and neither was she. She'd like to see someone try to come at her charges.

It didn't take much to summon the other thirteen Olympians. She sent up a column of fire from the Hearth of Olympus and one by one, the Olympians flashed in. Apollo, then Hermes, then Artemis and Aphrodite, then Hera and Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, and Athena, then Ares. Dionysus flashed in after Demeter, and finally Hephaestus.

Before she could say anything, Apollo doubled over in pain. Artemis and Hera were immediately on their feet and at his side. His eyes turned green and the same color mist pooled out of his mouth. He was getting a prophecy.

"Horrors under the earth reach for the top;
Only by the Savior can they be stopped;
Night and Darkness have showed him the way;
After eight years in hiding, he has joined the fray;
Awakening powers that have been sealed;
All the worlds will fall with no weapon to wield."

The mist went away and his eyes returned to normal, giving Apollo a chance to rest. It seemed like it was a powerful prophecy, as he was now asleep rather than up and making jokes. Artemis and Hera picked him up and set him up to be leaning on his throne. Artemis gave a nod of thanks to Hera for helping and Hera returned the nod.

"Before we start talking," Hades spoke, "I suggest we turn our attention to Hestia, Chiron, and the demigods. They are the ones who called this meeting, so the issue may be important."

Zeus nodded to his brother and looked to the ones standing in the middle of the throne room. "I agree with my brother. It's best to put this aside until we deal with what is present. What did you call this meeting for, Hestia?"

Artemis was watching Hestia struggle with her words when she saw it. It had almost blended in with the shadows perfectly. But her trained eyes being to see through dark woods at night had allowed her to spot it.

It was hiding in the shadows of Poseidon's throne. It was more of a skeleton that anything. It had tattered and bat-like wings, pale yellow skin that was printed to the bone, and hollow eye sockets. Its face left its teeth bared, showing large canines.

It was resting directly under the arm of Poseidon's throne. Like a bat, it was hanging upside down with its belly to the ceiling. Its arms were little more than sticks but the claws on its hands were as sharp as daggers.

"Father!" Artemis interrupted as she took out her bow and shot at the being. Immediately, it reacted. It fell from the under arm of the throne and spread out its wings. It shouldn't have been able to fly, but it did. It let out a shriek as Artemis put an arrow through its leg.

When the being let out a shriek, several more appeared from under a couple of thrones. They were like the first being, with large wings and dried skin that clung to their bones. They started yelling as Artemis and Chiron started to put arrows through anything they could get at. One of the being got a bronze tipped arrow through the leg and another got a silver arrow through the shoulder.

The started to fly in circles, like vultures. It was making it hard for an arrow to get one. That's when Ares came in. He took out a sniper, a Barrett 338 Iapua Magnum, and started shooting. Several more beings got shot but they wouldn't go down.

Every god started to take a shot at the multiple beings, most of them missing and some getting a lucky shot in. Thalia and Nico immediately went behind a throne and started using their powers to try and take out the monsters. Thalia shot off lightning as if it was a bullet in a finger gun. Nico was using the shadows to shove his sword into another place near the monsters, making them run into the stygian iron blade. It was Zeus who got rid of them.

He took his Master Bolt and sent a large electrical charge into the mass of monsters, frying them and making them crash to the ground. Only one was still alive. It stood on shaky legs and turned to Zeus. It looked like it was pondering him for a second before it shook his head, yelled out a brutal cry, and shakily launched itself out the closest window twenty feet away. The Olympians ran to look out the window, but the creature was already gone.

"What the hell was that?" Hermes demanded. The entire Olympian council was a little freaked by the freaks. A prophecy suddenly showed up and immediately after some weird monster makes it up to Olympus? That wasn't supposed to be possible.

"Horrors under the earth reach for the top," Athena recited. "It doesn't mean the world it means of everything! We are the top of this world so they came to us! The prophecy has already started!"

"Are you telling me that that was a Horror?" Demeter demanded. "It took Zeus' Master Bolt to kill most of them and Artemis, Chiron, and Ares were weakening them before that!"

"Enough," Hades commanded. "We should talk about this without yelling. We have a prophecy to think about and this 'Savior' to find. Only by the Savior can they be stopped. We need to find him."

"Or her," Artemis muttered under her breath.

"Is it cool to come out now?" Thalia's voice echoed throughout the room. The gods turned to where she was and saw that she and Nico were behind Hestia's throne. Thalia had smoke coming off her arm and Nico had his sword drawn. They both looked worn out and the shadows around Nico were wiggling.

"I believe so," Zeus told them. "Be careful around the bodies. We don't know if any of them aren't playing possum."

They nodded and gingerly took a few steps towards them. They made sure to give the Horrors a wide berth and made it to the Olympians who were all in their mortal sizes and discussing with each other the Third Great Prophecy.

"All the worlds will fall with no weapon to wield." Athena rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Does that mean that our weapons aren't going to do anything?"

"Possibly," Ares agreed. "My sniper was loaded with celestial bronze ammo. If they were normal monsters, they would have turned to dust if the bullet went into their shoulder. These guys got them to the gut and barely slowed down."

"A quest," Poseidon announced. "The demigods need to find this 'Savior' while we look for weapons suitable to fight these Horrors."

"Where would even find these weapons?" Zeus asked.

"The other pantheons?" Hades suggested.

"We can't," Hestia protested. "We all promised that we wouldn't have any contact with each other."

"It's a little late for that," Hades replied. "Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase have already met the Egyptians with Jackson actually hosting a god; and Athena's daughter has a cousin who is the child of Frey."

"How do you know this?" Athena asked.

"Every dead person comes to my domain for a little while. Then they are separated into the pantheon they're supposed to be. The same if a soul was to go to the Egyptian version of Hell," Hades explained. He just got weird looks from the council. "The point is, that we've already had contact. And the last line says 'All the worlds.' It involves them too."

"Very well," Zeus decided. "We shall tell the other pantheons about this threat and of the prophecy. The demigods will be issued a quest to find this Savior. Are we in agreement?"

Each god nodded his or her consent. If these Horrors could survive what the gods could put them through, the demigods were in trouble. Especially if they could get to Olympus without anyone seeing a thing.

"I will go to Camp Half-Blood," Athena offered.

"I'll go to Camp Jupiter then," Hera said. "Be safe. We don't know if these Horrors have invaded the camps as well."

"Ares, go with her," Zeus ordered. "She is carrying my child and your brother. Guard her well."

"Of course, Father," Ares said. The two flashed away, Ares giving Athena a peck on the cheek before he left. Athena blushed golden but flashed to Camp Half-Blood with Chiron and the demigods. Zeus turned to the remaining Olympians.

"We must contact the other pantheons. Poseidon, get a hold of Odin. Demeter and Apollo, call Horus. We need to get them ready," Zeus ordered.

"And the others?" Hades asked. "You know they don't like us."

"I'll handle them," Zeus replied before disappearing in a flashy show of lightening.