The room was broiling, the heat from the Sky God radiating off him in waves. The Council had gathered to commence trial on Percy Jackson, Savior of Olympus, Bane of Gaea and Kronos. He had been accused of High Treason against the Gods, a crime punishable by a fate worse than death. It was punishable by an eternity in Tartarus. The fact that such a measure was even being considered or that any sentient being couldn't see that Percy would never do this was preposterous in the eyes of Percy's supporters. He had every single one of the minor and major gods on his side, and for a vote on treason they counted for 50% of the vote. The Olympians, on the other hand, were a different story entirely, Athena had accused him of doing maniacal things, which he had done, under the orders of Athena to gain her daughter's hand in marriage, he suspected something was afoot. Due to Athena's cunning and stunning ability to play the long game, she decided that she could take him to trial after he killed the Nemean Lion and claimed that he cheated on the rest of his tasks. He was dumped by Annabeth when her mother told her he cheated to win, that he wasn't truly willing to sacrifice his life to marry her.

"Gods, how do you vote?" Zeus bellowed.

"Yes for punishment." Not a single hand in the masses of Olympus citizens was raised.

"No for punishment." Every single hand went up.

"Olympians, how do you vote? Yes for punishment?" Zeus, Athena, Dionysus, Aphrodite, Ares, Hermes and Demeter. Percy looked at his favorite aunt in shock, before returning his face back to his previous impassive stare.

"No for Punishment?" Hephaestus, Hestia, Apollo, Artemis, Hera, Hades, and Poseidon raised their hands.

"Vote is a draw. Imprisonment in Tartarus." Zeus stated. He was met with Hades, sword at his throat and Helm of Darkness on, Apollo and Artemis aiming an arrow at each eye, Demeter wrapped in an armor of vines and a rose staff. Hephaestus wielded dual sledgehammers and was clad in celestial bronze plate mail. His own wife had already backhanded him across the face and was standing protectively in front of Perseus between the Twins. But the most terrifying by far was Hestia. Her eyes held more anger than he had ever seen in all his years of Ares' fits. Her body was wreathed in a twirling pillar of Greek Fire and her eyes were literally on fire. The hearth was crackling ferociously, responding to its mistress. She spoke with more power and rage than he had ever heard, even more so than his father.

"YOU WILL NOT HARM HIM! HE IS MORE WORTHY TO LIVE THAN YOU ARE TO SIT UPON THAT ORNATE GILDED MONSTROSITY! THE ONLY GOOD DECISION OUR FATHER EVER MADE WAS TO TRY TO CONSUME YOU!" Hestia screamed at the top of her lungs, which was pretty loud with godly lungs made of fire. Zeus cowered into his throne, but his pride got the best of him and he fired a bolt at Perseus. Hestia, believing it was meant to kill Percy, redirected it to the ground behind Percy. The bolt was actually a portal to Tartarus, it cracked the ground behind Percy.

"Lady Hestia. It's okay." Hestia looked at Percy like he had grown another head. "Don't worry, I have a plan." She trusted him enough to play along, as did the six other gods in the mental tele-conference. "Zeus, I exercise my right to my last words. " Zeus nodded.

"I've spent every last part of me on you all. I almost died hundreds of times, I fought a God at age 12, I fought 2 Titans in one day while sleep deprived on my 16th birthday. A day meant for celebration and joy, I spent seeing my friends die for you. I did 11 of the 12 Labors of Heracles for Athena's blessing. I failed on the last one because I didn't have any inner demons to conquer, so I failed by default. And finally," Percy bellowed; "I SWEAR ON LADY STYX THAT I DIDN'T COMMIT THESE ACCUSATIONS." Thunder rumbled loudly, shaking the room, Lady Styx responding to Percy's anger. "I mean, COME ON!? My fatal flaw is loyalty, so the fact that you could think this, warrants this; FUCK Y'ALL!" Percy said before flipping them off and back-flipping into Tartarus, the crack in the Throne Room closing after him. All eyes turned to Athena, Hades taking his sword from Zeus' neck and it hung limply at his side. Poseidon gripped his trident with white knuckles, his eyes dark with fury, the water in the ophiotaurus cage swirling madly. He was full battle armor, a regalia the other gods hadn't seen him in since the First Titanomachy. Even during the more recent wars, he was still in cavalry armor for his Hippocampi's sake. He threw his trident at her. It connected with her neck, pinning her between two of the points. She flew back into one of the Throneroom Pillars. Poseidon spoke with a deathly calm voice;

"Athena, from now on, I renounce my relationship to you as Uncle. Any demigod child or mortal husband you have from now on will be killed by any water they encounter. If they take a bath, a shower, swim in the ocean or a river, they will die. If they sleep, their blood will refuse to flow, and they will die of Hypoxia. You will know all about that when you can't breathe in Tartarus. I am one nanometer from usurping your father and banishing you. I could if I wanted to, he always was the weakest of the Big Three." All eyes widened and turned to Poseidon, he was never one to break threats.

"But. today, I was going to make an announcement until we killed my son. Oceanus and Polybotes are rising, and they wish to wrest control of the the Seas and release Typhon. And we just sent our only hope in this war to Tartarus. There are no other water demigods powerful enough to kill Polybotes alongside me. Well fucking done you idiots. I'm genuinely surprised that I could be related to you, because, normally, Brains are hereditary. For a wisdom goddess, you are a total fucking numbskull. And… STOP GLARING AT ME APHRODITE! You don't get to play the moral high-ground! You are nothing more than the Goddess of being a WHORE!" She looked genuinely taken aback by this, but then turned back to her phone and smirked. Hephaestus used his left hammer and destroyed the phone in her hands, and used the right hammer to smash her jaw.

"Wipe that awful smirk off your face. You were not the only one forced to marry someone they didn't love. So say goodbye to my celestial bronze handcuffs and dildos for raping demigods, Have fun with yourself and your loose twat. You loose twat." He spat, before he picked up his throne and carried it over next to Hestia's.

"How many demigods has she raped?" Artemis asked, mortified.

"Far too many, Artemis, she seems to like Hunters. Remember Orion? That was Aphrodite." He spat, before continuing. "She is responsible for every murder of a male demigod by Phoebe. She is also responsible for Artemis' five year coma after repairing Phoebe's virginity." Artemis was clearly close to ripping Aphrodite's head off. She mentally asked Hephaestus for a few sets of those handcuffs to use on her, which he accepted. She flashed behind Aphrodite and chained her to her throne.

"I didn't know you were into bondage Artemis, and a public fetish? I'm impressed." While Artemis would've normally immediately killed her for saying that, she had a better idea.

"Actually, I have a better idea." She slapped Aphrodite's cheek, sending her head rocketing back into the throne.

"I happen to know that while you like giving torture, you hate receiving it, and I wonder how Phoebe would feel about this." Aphrodite's eyes widened,but before she could say anything, Artemis knocked her out, placed a hastily scrawled note explaining the situation to Phoebe, and sent her to her tent.

"If you weak milk-drinkers have no more false apologies for me, I'm gonna go enjoy Phoebe's handiwork. Council Dismissed." And the Supporters of Percy flashed out until only Hestia was left, calming the raging hearth.

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1 Hour Later:

On the way down, Percy felt all of the Olympians try to bless him, and Hestia make him her champion, he accepted, but he rejected the blessings of the Olympians who voted against him. He landed surprisingly softly, as last time he landed on jagged cliff edges and black obsidian. He landed in a river, which he quickly realized was horrible, as any of the Five Rivers of the Underworld was bad news. He wasn't in the Styx, because he felt no pain. He wasn't in the Cocytus because he felt actually quite content. He wasn't in the Lethe because he remembered who he was, and he wasn't in the Acheron, because his brain wasn't being taken over by his pain center until he was a mindless pain zombie. That left one option, the Phlegethon. He realized that Hestia's champion wouldn't be affected by a river of fire, and he could feel his wounds from the mistreatment at the hands of Ares. He almost didn't want to leave until he was awoken by a small, slight hand touch his shoulder. He opened his eyes, taking in the familiar river water, and saw a nymph, specifically, Phlegethon, one of the original 5 River Nymphs. He quickly stooped into a deep bow, on one knee as he had great respect for this deity. She started chuckling, which confused Percy.

"Rise, Perseus. Any who can bathe in the Styx, the Cocytus and The Phlegethon deserves my respect." She said, a smile prevalent in her voice.

"Thank you, Lady Phlegethon." Percy said.

"Just Phlegethon is well enough Perseus, though I prefer Phleggy. I detest formalities." She said.

"Then why do you use them?" Percy asked, a cheeky smile on his face, and some of his trademark mirth re-entering his eyes.

"I do not, Perseus!" She gasped.

"Then stop calling me Perseus, Phleggy." An adorable orange blush crept onto her face.

"Sorry, Percy." Percy smiled and cupped her chin with his hand and made her look up at him. He leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"That blush is turning even deeper." He said before drawing away and kissing her cheek.

"Hey, uh, listen, the Rivers Council kind of heard about what happened with you and Annabitch." Percy was listening intently until the nickname, at which point he started chuckling heavily. Phleggy noticed how contagious his laugh was, it started out as a deep chuckling before it turned high and raucous. (Think Sips_' laugh from the Yogscast.)

"If I may ask Phleggy, why didn't you immediately kill me when I entered your domain?"

"Because, Percy, you saved two of my sisters, and for that I am eternally grateful."

"I did?" Percy asked, clearly taken aback.

"Yes. You see Percy, when we were sired by Pontus, he saw us as any father would his daughters, and as such, he couldn't bring himself to consume us as was Kronos's desire. He kept us secret until the First Titanomachy was toppled, he gave us to Hestia. If you'll notice, each of us has our own domain, and a minor domain of Hestia's. She blessed us and we took the form of the Rivers of the Underworld. Styx is the Guardian of Oaths and the River of Invulnerability, but she is also the River of Hope. But when Hestia gave up her throne, that domain grew weaker, and she turned into the River of Broken Hopes. You restored her throne and saved my Sister. Cocytus was the River of Perseverance, did you feel a swell in your power after your nosebleed woke Gaea? That was Cocytus's power returning, and her blessing. She no longer lures mortals from the Fields of Asphodel into her River, she let them all go.

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