Hello Fanfiction goers! I've always wanted to write a Pertemis story with god!Percy, so here it is! Sorry for any awkward wordings. And as always, feedback is much appreciated! Thanks! ~ DSA

This story begins in ancient Greece and will end in the PJO era. Yeah, I hope this first chapter's not too boring.

Disclaimer: The Percy Jackson series is property of Rick Riordan and in no way, shape, or form does it belong to me.

Prologue: Origins

It began with Gaea, the Earth, and Ouranos, the Sky. Late in the age when the Protogenoi ruled Chaos' creation, they bore their first children: three of the hundred-handed Hecatonchires and three one-eyed Cyclops. However, upon beholding his children's monstrous forms, a disgusted Father Heaven Ouranos pitched them into the deepest, darkest reaches of Tartarus, the Great Pit.

The grieving Mother Earth then brought forth her seventh child Kronos, the first Titan. In her fury at her husband, she kindled within that son a burning hatred of his father, training him for the final blow against the Sky, raising him with whispered promises of revenge and power. Upon his coming of age, the Titan finally set out down the road his mother had paved for him.

The skillfully wielded scythe was swung, and the end of an immortal life was nigh. From Father Heaven's ichor came the Giants and the Furies. The chopped up pieces of Ouranos rained upon the oceans, and from the frothing foam rose the first gods. The Heart of the Sky bore the eldest god Perseus, god of hatred and destruction, while the Loins of Father Heaven brought forth Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty.

Different as the parts they originated from, such were Perseus and Aphrodite. As Aphrodite drifted east to rest upon the sand of Cyprus, Perseus was swept westward to run ashore upon the great island of Delos.

A young man, draped in a cloak of darkness, rose unsteadily to his feet on the sandy shores of Delos. His eyes, which were as blue as the sea he was born from, scanned the length of the beach, taking note of the forests sprawled over the vast majority of the island. He took a step forward, closed his eyes, and stood relishing the feel of the grains of sand between his toes and the salty sea breeze blowing through his midnight black hair. The cries of the forest creatures, the beating of the waves upon the shore, the rusting of leaves high in the branches of the forest trees, all this activity rejuvenated the man.

The sensation of living was so refreshing, but some instinct told him that it was in his nature to destroy, to steal away that life which he was currently basking in. He ignored the feeling as he plowed forward into the dense foliage, eyes still firmly shut, searching for something even he himself knew not. Wild animals peered at him from the underbrush, instinctively keeping their distance. This was a new kind of higher power, and he was not to be bothered.

As the man walked briskly through the tangle of plant matter, the thrum of life rushed through his veins with increasing intensity. Upon reaching a clearing deep within the forest, he was forced to a halt by the sudden appearance of three beings who materialized in a flash of blinding white light. "Who are you to disturb the peace and life of this island?" he demanded. An unpleasant sensation bubbled up in his chest as the feeling of calm and his connection to the living things of Delos vanished in that one instant.

An old woman's voice cackled, "You are one to talk about peace and life in such a reverent way, godling. Open your eyes. Look around. Recognize the irony in your words, Perseus, god of destruction."

At the woman's words, the newly named Perseus opened his now-glowing blood red orbs and absorbed the sight of the clearing around them, expecting to find the lush green trees and flitting of wildlife all around him. But to his horror, he realized what he now viewed was the utter decimation of life as far as the eye could see. The plants had withered and turned an ash-gray color, as did the once-fertile soil. The carcasses of birds and animals littered the ground, under a thick layer of black dust which used to be the fresh green leaves of the thousand-year-old trees that, just moments before, had stood proud and tall as they saluted the sky, but now had been reduced to mere skeletons of their previous grandeur.

Perseus gaped at horrendous sight, feeling the bile rise to his throat, unable to comprehend what had just occurred, "D-did… I… do that? How?"

"Think, godling. What was that rejuvenating energy that was flowing through your veins? Why would we, the Fates, appear before you and force you to open your eyes?" another one of the Fates chided.

Perseus paled, and his eyes returned to their original sea blue as his mind came to the only conclusion possible, "I sucked the life out of this island?" He directed his gaze for the first time to the controllers of the threads of life. They were three terrifying old sisters. Clotho, the Spinner, was passing a length of thread to Lachesis, the Alloter, who stood next to her, examining every inch of the finished thread. Atropos, the Inevitable, waited on the other side of Lachesis, quietly fingering her shears.

"This one is perceptive," Atropos said and gestured to the ground beside her to a pile of short pieces of string, "Those were the life-strings of the animals and plants you killed. Know it well. That is the power that you wield: total destruction in any shape possible."

"As god of destruction and hatred, the power to ruin anything both physically and emotionally is right at your fingertips," Lachesis gestured around at the decimated landscape around them for emphasis.

Perseus' eyes were wide in fear, both of the old women and himself. He was a monster. There was no other word to describe what he was. Even monster was not a strong enough word to apply to the sheer evilness of his abilities and actions.

"Quiet those thoughts, child. They will do you no good. You did not intentionally kill these plants and animals. It is not what kind of powers you have, but how you use the power that counts," Clotho chided, then leaned toward his ear and whispered, "I can see you have a pure heart, godling. Rest assured I have woven several extra qualities into your thread to aid you in your journey to greatness. Use them well."

"We cannot linger much longer, Sisters," Lachesis warned, fading away even as she uttered her statement, "Farewell, Perseus, the first god. God of destruction, hatred, loyalty, and abstinence. Protector of innocence…"

With a final flash of blinding light, the sister Fates vanished to lands unknown, leaving Perseus in the desolate wasteland, finally identifying the object of his search, something that man, to this very day, still works tirelessly to uncover. It was at this moment, in the midst of death and destruction, that Perseus' heart glowed with hope, and he began his eternal journey to discovering his true self.

With that goal in mind, Perseus steeled his heart and continued onward through the ashen trunks of the dead trees. Something in his gut was telling him to find the nearest water source. Perseus stumbled upon a small stream a short way away from the clearing and sat on the bank, contemplating what to do. The instinct flared once more and told him to dip a hand into the water.

Perseus did so, submerging his fingertips into the soothing, cool liquid. As soon as his hand was underwater, he began to understand the situation. All life stemmed from water, and the water in the stream would slowly diffuse through the ecosystem, through the soil, sand, and air to finally arrive in the roots of a tree or the blood of an animal, giving or maintaining life to those in need of it.

Reaching deep within himself, Perseus gathered all the life energy he had subconsciously stolen from the island and channeled it through his fingertips and out to the water. He immediately noticed a change in the environment; the soil once again darkened in fertility and small saplings began sprouting from the newly enriched earth. The young god didn't know how long he sat on the bank of that little stream, watching the life slowly return to the island, trying to channel all the stolen energy back to the earth, and defying the purpose he was naturally endowed with. All he knew was that he was a living paradox, and that in itself was enough for him to double his efforts.

As Perseus depleted his reserves of stolen life energy, he began to reach into his own resources and continued to feed energy into the stream. He never noticed his fatal mistake until he had delved to a point from which there was no return. As he felt his life force slowly slipping away, it was all Perseus could do to slow the flow of energy. When at last he was about to end the struggle and give in to the intense pull of the water, the flow was stopped. With his last burst of strength, Perseus contained his remaining life force, counteracting any want to give or receive it.

The last action breached the limits of his capabilities, and Perseus found himself tensing up as he slipped away to the rolling black waves of the subconscious. And there he would remain, for centuries upon centuries, until the soft coaxing of the Moirai roused him to wake, face to face with an auburn-haired girl and her glowing silver eyes.