Hey guys! I'm Reaching Elysium, and I come with my first story. I hope you like it :) I will try to update semi-regularly, hopefully once or twice a week. Now, before you start complaining the timeline is fucked up, I mean it to be that way, so that I don't really have to do time skips and get in straight with the content. Most of my content will be in 3rd person, single perspective, just to make clear what is going on.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or any songs I seem to chew out. Cause this story is going to contain a LOT of music. It's just my area.
Warning: Will be M in the future. Fem!Percy, so, femslash. Lemons, Blood'N'Guts, cursing, graphic descriptions… you know, the usual M rate warnings. Also, I am using nutsofthechest's Alpha/Beta/Omega Principle, and its 9 rules from his story, Undying Mortal. I have full permission from him to use it in this and all my other stories. The rules should be by now written on my profile page, and if you want to see them in the next chapter, post me a review about it. Definite Pertemis and Perzoe, two of my favorite pairings.
P.S, You guys want a Harem? If so, do you want the Harem to be from multiple different pantheons? Say it in your review, all reviews will be accounted for. (Review E.G. Harem: Yes. Multi-Pantheon: Yes.) Even if you don't want a harem, but the harem gets through and you want a multi pantheon harem, say no and then yes. Just in case.
Best reviewer gets a prize of their choosing (nothing too dramatic) and a mention in the next chapter.
Song Recommendation: Swedish House Mafia, Reaching Elysium & Aloma Steele – Greyhound (Elysium Deep Mix) vs Revival. My own song, only available on my soundcloud. Link on my page.
Chapter 1
Persis Jackson was a very interesting person. Conceived in August 18th, 2009, by Eros and Thalassa, by Pontus allowing them to mate, she was a primordial. However, she had a condition. As the first primordial child of both Eros and Thalassa as well as being the first primordial conceived since the time of the Titans, they had to put a tab on her. So she had access to her full power, however she was mortal. But, she grew like a normal child of primordials, which meant born in three days and being an 18 year old in two days. She had the domains of energy and molecular control, as well as music festivals and electronic music. She still held some common features from her parents, such as control over water that, if trained, could rival Poseidon and even Oceanus, and the gorgeous looks, sex appeal and all men and women would fall for her.
Her first two days of life were spent in an induced coma, as her parents wanted to give her all the information she needed as quickly as possible, knowing the second she got found out, she would be killed. In this form, they could tell her to pass as a fourteen year old and head to Camp Half-Blood for protection. Then, Thalassa, being a great diplomat and scary, overprotective mother, would call in some favors from Poseidon to claim her child. Eros and Thalassa would then plan to leave her in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania and let her make her way to New York. This was an unwanted but necessary trial by fire, to prove she would be safe. There was not much her parents could do, because their child was forbidden in the current age of the gods. Paranoia cursed the gods, and not much could be done except somehow give the children a fighting chance, so to speak.
However, the goodbyes were difficult, especially so for Eros, as this was his first primordial offspring (I'm actually not too sure, corrections much appreciated) and he was especially concerned for his daughter, because he knew that with his blood, she would be hounded for her looks and charm. However, what he knew also was that she didn't really swing straight, if you get what I'm pointing at, so he knew she would have a hard time dealing with females, and a tendency to be much more… male in persona, along with inheriting an Alpha character. It was just a consequence of being his daughter.
Thalassa had it down already from previous experience, but it still was painful to have to say goodbye to a child. It was always hard, but you just have to move on and hope for the best. She was nowhere near as worried as Eros, because skill like her daughter had… well, Chaos would have a run for her money if her daughter managed to gain godhood, because control over matter is just as effective as the gift of creation, except you could not simply create things out of thin air, so to speak. You have to convert any form of matter into a different object. A transformation, if you will. But with the control over molecules, she could expand a single atom into any size, and then repurpose it to whatever she deems fit with matter control. So, basically, she could create anything.
What really intrigued both of them was that her soul had chosen music as a specialty. Not any kind of music, but electronic music, and festivals. So, a party spirit. They did not really know how this would affect the future, but they thought this could get at least one god on her side, even if that god is the biggest womanizer or player the world has to offer.
Eros and Thalassa both laughed at the same time, as if reading each other's thoughts. They looked at each other, and just admired the other.
Thalassa was an undeniably beautiful woman. Her looks basically surpassed Aphrodite's own, at least in the opinion of Eros and Pontus. She stood at about 5 foot 7, with long, straight jet black hair that ended just above her ass. A trait that Persis definitely seemed to have acquired, although Persis had longer hair, it was obsidian black and slightly wavy. Thalassa's eyes were one of her most endearing features, they were a light sea-blue that looked like an actual sea off the coast of the Maldives, with wave ripples and all included. Her face was absolutely stunning. With her skin having a really natural-looking Mediterranean tan, which complemented her features, made her face a marvel to look upon. She had royal cheekbones, an elegant and slightly pointy chin, a relatively slim but round jaw and pink, puffy lips that just screamed "Kiss Me!" and a cute, small but absolutely perfect nose, as well as naturally rosy cheeks that complemented her face. In that sense, Persis looked exactly like her mother, except for having slightly paler skin, a little something to say her father existed. Thalassa did not disappoint in her body either. Even though her stature was relatively small, she had some perky assets. 34B bust and an ass to match? Tell me what man or woman for that fact who would not kill to have a round with that! Persis, again, being slightly taller and built stockier at 5"9, had ampler breasts at 32C and again, an ass to match. The curvy body definitely complimented both women, and their long legs just added to the list of beauty these women had.
Thalassa was dressed in a white tank top with a shark fin over some waves. She had a pair of white jean shorts and blue Deeply lo-tops. She seemed to have no socks on, but that was acceptable, they were in mid-august and the weather was pretty stuffy, so whatever.
Eros looked nothing like either of them except height and being drop-dead gorgeous. For a man, he was tall, at six foot four, slightly tanned complexion and looked fit. He was the epitome of male beauty. He basically looked like Brad Pitt with a Tom Cruise haircut, blonde, and also with blue eyes. In essence, he looked like a mix of Thor and Brad Pitt, but with short, spiky hair that was very blond. His physique was that of a lean surfer, perfect in other words. He had a little bit of stubble that looked fashionable in a way.
He was dressed in a blue t-shirt that said "Summer Vibes" and plain jeans, with white converse. Very summery clothing here, no surprises.
It was at this point, that their beautiful daughter decided to wake up from her induced coma. She looked at the two with her pink and light blue colored eyes that swirled and faded into each other, batted her eyelashes and yawned. Thalassa had to stifle a giggle and Eros chuckled a little at his daughter's attitude. She opened her eyes for the first time, and her 18 year old body seemed to react on its own. She looked at the two, cocked her head to the side a little and gave a small smile.
"I suppose you are my parents. Care to explain exactly who or what I am? I am having a bit of an existence crisis here." Their daughter said with a small frown that seemed to ruin her face a little. Eros, being the slightly more outwardly person, decided to explain the logic of her existence to the child. "Hello, I am Eros, your father. I am the primordial of love and procreation. Your name is Persis, for the sake of argument we have come up with the second name of Jackson for you."
Persis had a little bit of a clearer perspective now. "And this is my mother I assume. Thalassa, would I be correct? The embodiment of the sea. Were you not married to Pontus?" the girl asked her mother, feeling quite unsafe as to why her mother had consorted with someone other than her husband.
Thalassa, noticing her daughter's obvious discomfort at the situation, decided to explain the will of Chaos.
"Well, Chaos the creator decided, long ago, a system was to be implemented within her favorite realm, earth. This system was called the Alpha/Beta/Omega system, and every single person is either an Alpha, a Beta or an Omega." Thalassa concluded. "There were nine original rules," Eros carried on, knowing his daughter's thirst for knowledge was not exactly sated, "but a tenth rule was implemented a couple of hundred years ago. This rule stated that any two Alphas could share or even swap Betas with ease, and could even share an Omega, but the Omega would have to be fully willing to do the transfer, as Omegas tend to be much more sensitive to a change in Alphas than a Beta would be. Furthermore, you cannot swap an Omega, as that would be too destructive for both Alpha and Omega."
With that metaphorical hairball of information, Persis came to the conclusion that Pontus had decided to share her mother with Eros. She knew her mother was an Omega, she just did not know how she knew. You are an Alpha, her brain provided for her, thus, you can sense any Omega around, as well as any Alpha. The remainder you can assume are Beta's or hiding their scent.
While Persis digested that piece of information, Thalassa grabbed ahold of Eros' hand. "Is she-" she began, but was cut off by Persis. "An Alpha? Yeah, I am. Guess it has to do with dad being who he is, and the preferences my soul chose when it entered my body."
The knowledgeable answer on behalf of Persis stunned Thalassa, who did not know of the… preferences of her child. Eros, on the other hand, smiled, knowing his daughter would have absolutely no problem with her sexual preferences and admitting to them. This made it much easier to bond with his daughter, as they shared a common interest and were both Alphas. And, that also meant Thalassa would be in charge of keeping Persis' Alpha side in check.
In a sudden turn of events, Persis felt a little bare, and looked down upon her body to notice she had only a pair of black lacy underwear. She was a little surprised, but quickly summoned clothes upon herself.
She had a white t-shirt with light blue writing, saying Swedish House Mafia, with their logo on the top, also in light blue. She, like her mom, had short jean shorts on and white DC lo-tops, with short socks.
As she summoned these, a sudden rush of knowledge hit her brain, allowing her to know the full extent of her abilities. She immediately knew what she could do with all her powers, and she turned to her parents, quite surprised.
Thalassa was about to speak, but Eros beat her to it, earning himself a small playful glare and a relatively painful dig in the arm. "I see you have acquired the knowledge of your powers. Persis, there is one thing I have to tell you, you were forced to be a mortal." Eros explained, earning a curious and slightly worried glance from his daughter. "You are the first primordial to be born since the dawn of the titans, which at this day and age, is a dangerous time for someone so powerful to be born. The Olympians are paranoid with power, and you would be considered a threat. We had to make you a mortal, but with all your abilities in you. You have exactly 100 years of life left, unless you manage to acquire godhood. Once you do, you will be announced as a primordial, and be able to turn anyone immortal. To do so, you must first go to Camp Half-Blood, where you will be integrated into the Greek society as a demigoddess." Eros continued to explain.
"Your mother has called in some favors owed to her by Poseidon, so he will claim you as his child. Chiron, I suspect will see right through you though, so if he asks about your heritage, make him swear on Chaos' name, and tell him your heritage. Just beware, Greek gods are not the only pantheon out there, in America alone we have Romans and some Egyptians." Eros finished, sating all but one enquiry Persis was bound to make.
"What is the catch? I suspect you don't want to put me at risk of exposure, so you will not drop me off in front of the Camp, and I suspect you want me to lose some of the current age I have." Persis stated, this time surprising both parents at how wise their daughter actually was. Thalassa took it into her own hands to explain the situation to Persis. "That just about sums up the whole thing. I would like for you to change to a fourteen year old, for the sake of you being able to fit in at camp. If Apollo finds you on the way to camp, just flip him off. Worse comes to worse, tell him who you are as well. You being a girl, having your… preferences and affinity to music, you guys will get along just fine." Thalassa finished, with a slight hesitation with preferences. She still would have to get used to the fact her daughter was a lesbian.
Persis and Eros simultaneously laughed, the sound being beautiful and contagious, and soon, Thalassa was laughing along as well. Persis just pulled her parents into a family hug, which lasted for a few minutes, everyone enjoying the comfort of the hug.
As they broke apart, Persis' face got a little serious. "Two things; first off, where am I going to be dropped off, and second of all, can you guys call me Percy?" our favorite primordial asked, a cheeky grin forming on her face. We are screwed, both her parents thought.
She found herself standing on the right hand side of the Andy Warhol Bridge, in Pittsburgh, looking right at the skyscrapers of the city's CBD (Central Business District). Having no better plans, she started walking towards the city. She took her time, seeing the nice sunny day was putting her mood up, and looked around at the sight of the Allegheny River merging with the Ohio River. To her right was the Three Rivers Park, which was her stop destination to sit, relax and hopefully make some music.
She got there about half an hour later, sitting by the fountain, facing out to sea. She summoned a laptop, a small MIDI keyboard and a studio-quality headset. People looked curiously at her, as she was a fourteen year old that was sitting alone with some hi-tech music equipment, but she did not mind. She connected her MIDI keyboard and headset to the laptop, and ran FL Studio 10, and got to work.
The track she was working on was a progressive house song, much ahead of its time. She had intentions to start singing the song, but recognized this was not exactly the right time or place. The song was to be called The Girl, and she knew the author would be Hellberg. After all, she was not the primordial of electronic music for nothing after all. By this time, a small crowd of people began to gather at the sight of the girl making music. One man, looking about 18 with short, spiky blond hair and striking blue eyes stepped forward. He then tapped Persis, who was at this time a little occupied finishing up on the track, and waited for her to answer. She merely gazed up, felt his aura, and decreed this was Apollo, god of music, the sun, archery and health (?). The god of prophecies gave a coy smile, and said, "Excuse me, do I know you from somewhere? You seem familiar."
Persis, seeing an opportunity to tease a god, put her headset down, bit her lip and pretended to cover a blush with her hair. Her plan had been set in motion.
"A-actually, you do look kinda familiar. Maybe you are my girlfriend's brother?" she said, and everyone around her laughed at the utterly confused and lost face of Apollo. "Is your sister's name not Artemis? Yeah, it is. And I assume you are Apollo then." She finished, leaving a gob-smacked god and a laughing crowd. "Now if you will excuse me, I was about to finish this track, and then proceed to sing it." She exclaimed happily at the shot down man, and disregarding anyone else, put on her headset and resumed to finish up. A minute later, she was finished, and she exported the file to MP3 and proceeded to master the track. Two minutes into it, and the god finally recovered from his public humiliation. He did not feel any godly aura from the girl, or even any aura whatsoever. She was a human, just unknowingly stumbled upon a truth, and he knew he would score. At least, steal a kiss.
"Can we listen to the song? With all that pro gear, you ought to be making music for a pretty long time, and I can see you take it seriously. How about you show the little crowd you have gathered the magic you have made?" he said, actually interested in the song. The people around him cheered for the plea.
Persis thought; why not? "OK, with vocals, or just music on its own?" she asked out loud, and everyone shouted, "With VOCALS!" as loud as they could, gathering more of a crowd. Roughly seventy people were gathered around the fountain, ready for the little show.
"Wait a second, I have my gear in my boat." Apollo stated, climbing down the ladder off of the side of the sort-of pier, and jumped on his boat. "Can someone give me a hand?" the god called out, and instantly five men jumped to help.
Five minutes of relatively heavy lifting and plugging in later, about fifty more people joined and everything was set.
"What is the song name?" a sixteen year old teen asked from the front of the crowd. Persis was kind of hesitant to answer that, but ploughed on through, "The name of the song is called The Girl. It is a Melodic House song, hope you guys enjoy it." She said with a smile, and a cheer went through the crowd.
Persis got onto the small stage, and connected her equipment to the turntables and mixer in front of her. The amplifiers to either side of her. The intro began, and everyone started applauding. A small rise and fall led to the first lyrics.
Cambridge to Boston,
Lives in a world she's lost in.
Victim of compromise.
The crowd were stunned into silence. Who would've guessed a fourteen year old had such potential in not only singing, but making the song itself. The song started to escalate at this point.
He's staring at her Aberdeen heart,
London eyes, Glasgow bone.
She's a whistle in the catacombs,
A paradox.
The music abruptly stopped, the crowd about to let out a groan, but Persis just smiled. All according to plan. Her voice and a soft piano then consumed the people.
He's in love with the statue in a marble block.
He's in love with the girl that time forgot.
After the rise with the beautiful lyrics, an impressive drop worthy of legends came around, and everyone started to dance. More and more people flooded to watch the impressive show. Even as the next lyrics came about, the song did not slow down.
She just shuts her ears,
She's fallen too far,
With salt in her scars.
Won't let him taste her tears.
She's fallen too far,
The girl that time forgot.
The song came to a slow, and the piano from the intro arrived, along with a fresh batch of lyrics.
Wasted moments,
Full of potential atonements.
An angel in disguise.
The crowd yet again began jumping in excitement. They were being honored with a free show by a girl that had the capabilities most producers could not dream of.
But he can see her Aberdeen heart, London eyes, Glasgow bone.
She's a whistle in the catacombs,
A paradox, ooohh.
The song once again slowed down, this time the crowd was prepared. However, they were not prepared for Apollo to jump on board and take a mic.
(Imagine Apollo's voice as Harry Brooks Junior's)
He's in love with the statue in a marble block.
He's in love with the girl that time forgot.
Once again, the drop came, and everyone jumped up in excitement. Apollo then gave Persis a side-hug. They kept singing in unison until the very last line, where Persis took over.
She just shuts her ears.
She's fallen too far,
With salt in her scars.
Won't let him taste her tears.
She's fallen too far,
The girl that time forgot.
That time forgot.
The girl that time forgot.
(That time forgot)
You let her go, catacombs,
You let her go.
You let her go, catacombs,
You let her go.
She just shuts her ears.
She's fallen too far,
With salt in her scars.
Won't let him taste her tears.
She's fallen too far,
The girl that time forgot.
The duo ended with a bow, before they flashed away, along with all the gear, leaving the mist do their dirty work.
At the same time, in Manhattan;
They appeared inside a coffee shop, and both sat down. Apollo decided to strike conversation with an apparently unconcerned Persis. "That was amazing. And I'm not buying that you are a mortal." He said. Persis took a small smirk, and eyed Apollo. "If you swear on Chaos' name, I will tell you who I am. All you have to say is you will not disclose the information I am about to give you." She said nonchalantly, giving him a small shrug.
Apollo, curious as to why 1) the Styx would not suffice, 2) how the girl had knowledge of Chaos and 3) about information on the girl, decided to swear the pledge.
"I am a primordial."
AAAAND, Cut! Finito, ta-da, popsicles. I really don't know :P Hope you all REALLY enjoyed that, because I loved writing it. One other thing, should I start at the Lighting Thief or TTC? Cause I need to know. Thanks! Cheers, see you soon.
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P.S. Super hyped for this, I might be updating quite quickly for the next month or so.