It had to be a trap.

Memory of three years ago when the council voted on whether or not to kill me to avoid the prophecy sprung to mind. Even though I had conquered the prophecy in their favour, did they really hate me so much that despite everything I've been through, they would all kill me?

'It is not what you think, son.' I turned to face my dad who had spoken. 'They are here as they are in charge of the ritual of turning mortals into gods.'

'It's a different if you had married a god.' Artemis spoke up, sounding repulsed by the idea. 'The mortal automatically turns immortal when marrying a god because they have bound their lives and soul together.'

'Least this way, we get a first row show, Arty.' Apollo chuckled as glares were thrown his way.

Thunder erupted in the background.

'Perhaps we should get on with it.' Zeus said, his voice as gentle as always.

I turned back to the fates who had moved closer to the fire. I took some comfort when I saw they had nothing to cut the strings...unless they planned to burn it.

As if I wasn't anxious enough.

A cauldron suddenly appeared between the two fates who weren't holding my string. They both grabbed a handle and attempted to heave it onto the fire Hestia had left.

And I mean they really attempted.

I they had been in a zombie movie, their arms would have snapped off.

Zeus seemingly became bored by the old women's struggles as he snapped his fingers and the cauldron left their hands and was placed on the fire.

Neither women gave thanks to Zeus, which was odd. But what was more stranger was Zeus didn't look to be praised.

'Who will bless the boy?' Zeus said, looking at each and every member of the council.

Before I could ask what he meant, two figures stood up.

Poseidon and Aphrodite.

'Two blessings?' Hera asked, sounding genuinely shocked.

Aphrodite gave a smile a dying man would give up his last moments of life to see. 'Twice the luck.'

The same sense of dread filled me when the fates entered. I wanted to refuse her blessing, but something told me refusing a God's blessing wouldn't be taken well, especially a Goddess who took pleasure out of doing whatever she had done to mine and Annabeth's relationship.

I glanced at Poseidon, hoping for some reassurance. Instead he was staring at Aphrodite.

I turned my attention back to the old women, wary that one of them held the string that could end my life. Not something you want in the hands of a stranger.

From what I could tell, the cauldron was empty. Their was no sound of bubbling water or steam. Instead the bottom of the black cauldron seemed to be turning red.

'Um, what happens now?' I asked, hating being the only clueless person in the room.

It was like I was back at camp when I was twelve.

This time Athena explained. 'We wait until the cauldron turns red. Then the fates will do the main part of the ritual, Poseidon and Aphrodite will give blood and their blessings and-'

Zeus cut her off by gesturing with his hand. He was staring intently at the cauldron.

I followed his gaze to see the black cauldron, now red, with a blue and green flame underneath.

How didn't I notice?

After a moment of stillness, one of the fates who had tried lifting the cauldron took something out of the sleeve of her cloak like a magician would with flowers.

Instead of colourful flowers that may or not be fake, the fate took out a dagger that looked as sharp as...well sharper than the sharpest thing that comes to mind.

My anxiety rose again as I glanced between the dagger and my string.

I was shocked when instead the fate quickly used the dagger to slice the palm of her own hand. I was even more shocked to see instead of red blood or gold ichor, grey sludge escaped the cut.

The fate held her bleeding hand over the cauldron, allowing the grey sludge to fall into the cauldron. She then passed the dagger to the next fate (The one NOT holding my string) who did the same. The fate who was holding my string handed my life over to her sister before copying the other two.

Silver smoke was leaving the cauldron, it looked both deadly and enticing to touch.

I lowered my gaze to see the fates had their heads bent towards the cauldron, although if they were speaking, they spoke in low tones or were silent.

I watched as my father and Aphrodite approached the three figures. Aphrodite flashed me a smile that would make me feel like an idiot on a regular day.

One of the fates, without turned around, held out the dagger to them. Aphrodite took it, but grimaced at the grey liquid on the blade.

She turned to Poseidon. 'May I?' She asked sweetly and before he could respond, she cleaned the blade off his shirt.

Poseidon pinched the bridge of his nose but didn't protest.

Aphrodite stood between the fates, speaking as she drew gold blood and allowed it to spill into the cauldron.

'I Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Beauty and Sexuality, bless Perseus Jackson and grant him safe passage from mortality to God. Under my blessing, Perseus Jackson will gain the domain of Sexual attraction'

I felt my mouth drop open and my face heat to lava temperature.

I heard laughter coming from the thrones, but I was too shocked to find the source.

I wasn't sure whether I was more angry or mortified.

Aphrodite Smiled at me again as she walked towards Poseidon who was having trouble keeping a straight face as he walked towards the cauldron with the dagger in hand.

Well at least I didn't have to worry about not embarrassing myself any more...Aphrodite demolished any chance of me keeping my dignity.

Poseidon did the same as Aphrodite. He sliced his palm until gold ichor dripped into the cauldron before speaking.

'I Poseidon, God of the sea, rivers and earthquakes, bless my son, Perseus Jackson for safe passage from mortality to God. Under my blessing, I grant Perseus Jackson to be my second in command, to control my domains and if need be, to fulfil my roles.'

I stared at my father who was smiling at me, before glancing at Zeus, who was radiating anger. I looked back at the fates who were circling the cauldron now, still silent as before.

I watched, as my heart beat loudly against my ribcage, as the one holding the string raised it over the opening of the cauldron. The silver smoke had changed into gold, it looked like the powder form of Gods blood. The smoke evaded being touched as it rose around the hands and string.

'What are you-' I started to ask before the fate let go of the string, allowing it to fall into the cauldron. 'Wait-' I stepped forward, even though I knew there wasn't a chance of catching the string.

Before I could take another step, I felt my whole body start to burn.

I had already been burned by lava, although because I was the son of a sea-god, I didn't feel the extent of the pain it should have made. I wasn't prepared for the blistering inferno.

I heard someone screaming, and I knew it was me.

Was this all a set-up? Had Zeus or another God organised for the fates to kill me under the pretence of becoming a god? Was my father in on it?

I thought the River of Styx had been bad, it was nothing in comparison as every part of my body became ignited. The River had just felt like my skin was burning, this torture was burning my organs, blood and skin. It felt like someone had ignited Greek fire inside me and was allowing it to spread throughout my body.

I couldn't feel anything besides the pain. It consumed and enveloped my body and soul.

I tried to think about anything else, anything that might help make the pain manageable. I couldn't think of anything except basic information.

I was Percy Jackson.

I was the son of Sally Jackson and Poseidon, God of the sea.

My best friends are Annabeth Chase and Grover Underwood.

I had just been in the battle of a lifetime against the leader of titans.

I fulfilled a prophecy and saved Olympus.

I was sacrificing my life so demi gods couldn't be taken advantage of anymore.

Even though the fire was still burning my body, I somehow was capable of opening my eyes-which I couldn't remember closing-but all I see was pure molten gold.

I couldn't make out any shapes, it was like a gold film was covering my eyes.

The fire that was burning my body was starting to weaken. The Greek fire now felt like lava. At least it was bearable.

As the fire started to extinguish, The gold in my vision started to fade and I was able to make out my surroundings.

I was lying on the floor in front of the council (just another thing to add to my list of embarrassment) and there was something different.

The once huge thrones and owners of those thrones were no longer huge. They actually looked normal sized.

I glanced between the faces of each God and Goddess, noting that the three old women and their cauldron were no longer in the room. Each face had a different expression.

Annoyance, anger, pride, humoured, sceptical and boredom.

I tried to pick myself off the ground, but whatever the fire had done to my body made it feel stiff and...weird.

Fortunately my father stood from his throne and helped me to my feet. Aside from the proud look in his eyes, humour crinkled them.

'It will take a bit of getting used to,-' he said, helping me balance myself as I felt like I was about to fall over with an unknown weight. 'But you'll get used to it.'

I looked away from Poseidon and took a glance around the room. It was disorienting as the last of the gold disappeared but left a crystal clear vision. My hearing seemed to improve as well as I could hear whispers from outside the large doors, possibly belonging to concerned minor gods who might have heard my screaming.

'I don't so.' I said shocking myself when I heard my voice. It was deeper and smoother.

Poseidon smiled again. 'That's what they all say.' He then turned to the council, after clapping me on the back and a metallic sound erupted.

I glanced down to see my clothes had changed completely.

I was no longer wearing the scraps of clothing I had just been hoping to cover me. My skin was no longer covered in mud and grime.

My skin was now a sun-kissed tan, clear of any scars or freckles. I looked like I just stepped off the set of a movie about ancient Rome. I was wearing white tunic under armour that covered my whole torso and back. The abdomen part of the bronze armour was moulded to look like a six-pack and the chest had a symbol placed in the centre and two smaller symbols on both sides of the larger one.

The large symbol in the centre was of a sword striking vertically through the symbol for Olympus with sun rays surrounding it. The symbol on my left side was a trident. the symbol on the right was the outline of a heart. All the symbols were outlined in gold.

There wasn't a mirror in the room so I couldn't see what else was different about me. But I didn't need a mirror to know the old Percy Jackson was gone.

Zeus stood from his throne. Thunder erupted behind him as his voice bellowed for miles.

'Welcome Perseus Jackson. God of Heroes, sea and-' I was glad I wasn't the only one red in the face as Zeus proclaimed my last domain. 'Sexuality.' He said reluctantly.

All the other members of the council stood from their thrones and simultaneously said 'Welcome.'

A large number of voices came from outside the room, all repeating the same word which were soon followed by cheers.

I turned to my dad. 'So that's it? I'm-I'm a god now?'

'Yes and I think a celebration is in order.'

'A celebration?' I asked, confused. I guessed the Gods really used every excuse to throw a party.

Poseidon nodded. 'We have three events to celebrate.'

I watched as the rest of the council walked past us, towards the large doors, which were no longer large, they were to scale as well. But the Gods all shrunk before they walked out the doors.

'What? Wait, how come...-' I was completely confused.

'I've told you that it would take time to get used to.' Poseidon chuckled. 'You are no longer human height.'

'Oh.' I started to wish Athena had blessed me now.

'And as for the celebrations, You defeated Kronos. If that wasn't a big enough accomplishment,' A strange emotion flashed through his eyes, but I wasn't able to tell what it was. '-Today is your birthday. and now we must celebrate your choice of becoming a god.'

For some reason, the accomplishment of defeating Kronos didn't seem like such a big deal. In fact it felt odd to be praised for it.

'I'm sixteen?' I blurted without thinking. Huh, I hadn't noticed, but yet again,it didn't seem like something to celebrate.

Poseidon nodded. 'A lot has happened in the last few days.' A wistful look appeared on his face. 'My palace has to be rebuilt.''

I couldn't help but chuckle. 'I'll help, but I'm not great at building.'

'I think it's wise that you don't go to my palace for the near future.'

'Because of Triton?' I remembered my first encounter with my half-brother who was a merman. He had proudly announced he was second in command.

Poseidon nodded. 'He'll understand, but it will be better if you aren't there when he finds out.'

I glanced outside the open doors. 'Should we join the party before it gets too wild?' I just wanted to take a break from everything that happened.

The events of the last few days were definitely enough excitement for more than one lifetime.

'Ah yes, I saw Chiron's family not so long ago. I fear we might be too late.'

Sounds of loud cheers and something heavy falling could be heard.

'Yeah, I think you're right.'

Hey guys, sorry if this chapter has some questionable parts...I had to re-write most of it because my laptop decided to screw up and save less than half of the story than I had written and I wanted to update today!

Let me know if any parts should be re-wrote and I'll fix it tomorrow! I just spent the last hour writing this and my laptop is currently at 9% battery...

So let me know what you think! :) Does everyone approve of Percy's domains? ;) I see one of them being really fun to write! :D

Till next time ~Maraudergirl68448