Here's another chapter x)

The stands of the Colosseum were entirely filled with demi-gods, descendants of gods, but also Larès and other authorized creatures. All had heard about the Half-Primal Perseus Jackson, and all wanted to see his prowess. After all, it is not every day that one has the opportunity to see a Primordial or his descendant.

As for Percy, he was taken to the arena preparation rooms to get ready. He finished talking with Julia of the Tower when Octavian made his entrance. The Praetor then let Percy go to the stands. Percy gave Octavian a small smile, not hesitating to detail him from head to toe. The latter did the same.

"Perseus, before starting your ordeals, I wanted to talk to you," said the blond.

"I'm listening to you, Octavian," Percy replied.

"Fine, I'm not going to lie to you, I'm not an excellent warrior, I'm an outstanding politician, so I do not belong in this arena, that's why I'm not fighting you, Perseus," Octavian revealed, blushing slightly in shame at admitting this truth.

Percy nodded with a smirk. He had immediately noticed that Octavian was not a fighter, and he greatly appreciated that he would admit this instead of ridiculing himself or running away.

"So I decided to be replaced by my best legionnaire," finished Octavian.

Percy frowned slightly, nodding slightly to the right with a curious look.

"Who is it?" He asked.

Octavian gave him an intriguing smile.

"Your opponent in the First Cohort will be Jason Grace, the only son of Jupiter in the Camp, I must admit that he is an excellent soldier and has power to spare. And then, frankly, I wonder how The fight will be between you two, since you dominate the same domain, "the augur said.

Percy rolled his eyes, which caught the curious gaze of the omen.

"Do you honestly believe that a son of Jupiter will be able to defeat me? The sky, the constellations, the wind and the energy are areas that my father REPRESENTS. He does not control these domains, he is these domains, and he is the one letting Jupiter using his domains. And since I am his son, my control is equal to his, well, almost. One thing is sure, it is not that Jason Grace who will be able to defeat me in a power contest." Percy said with bright eyes.

Octavian just nodded, that seemed logical. He heard a kind of gong then.

"Okay, I'll leave you, the test will start soon and I do not want to miss it." Good luck, "said the omen before leaving.

Percy smiled before heading for a sort of rack in which armor for gladiators was located. Seeing the worn armor, and for some, covered with sweat or dust, Percy looked disgusted.

"Too bad, I'm going to keep my outfit, no way I'm wearing this filth, I'll probably get tetanus or leptospirosis, Ierk!" Percy exclaimed.

Then he went to the weapons rack, and seeing swords, shields, bows and spears in acceptable conditions, he still decided to catch one of the swords.

"That way, I'll take out my toy only for those who deserve it, and I wonder if this Jason has the same one," Percy thought aloud.

He did not have time to linger as the harrow leading to the center of the arena rose, and Percy decided to make his entrance. When his eyes adjusted to all the light, he saw the steps crowded with spectators. Besides, he thought he noticed two people who had nothing to do in the stands.

Indeed, Perseus had developed the inherent capacity (according to his father) to see the divine auras. Well, he could not see those of the demi-gods, but those of the gods by cons ... So, when he noticed two lights in the stands, he decided to observe them more closely.

On one side, there was a tall blonde with curly hair and sky blue eyes amused, wearing a golden toga with a sparkling smile, and on the other, there was a shorter blond with short hair, with eyes blue sea full of mischief wearing a white toga with a caduceus and wearing on his face a smile that promises a thousand mischiefs. Percy had no trouble recognizing them, Apollo and Mercury. He wondered why they were there, when they could have seen the arena test from Olympus or any other place, but he thought that eventually the gods might be weird. He blushed all the same when Apollo and Mercury winked at him. He thought back to a sentence from his father.

'My son, you inherited my strength and my powers. But you also inherited the beauty that is mine, and just like Venus, you are highly likely to attract all eyes. Do not be fooled. '

Now, seeing the more than interested looks of several men and women of the assembly, he finally understood the true meaning of his father's sentence. After all, his sister (or half-sister?), Venus, was either the goddess of love, but also lust, sensuality and sex. He let out a sigh before focusing on Henry Wilkinson, who was standing in the Praetor's box.

"Welcome to everyone for this arena test, and today, according to the will of the gods, Perseus Jackson, son of Lord Uranus, will confront our best elements to determine whether he really deserves a place among us as that not only legionnaire of Rome, but also Centurion! ", then declared the Praetor.

The applause echoed throughout the arena and the crowd was delirious. It seems that everyone was already aware.

"With that, I announce the entry of the first ...", began Henry.

"Wait!" Perseus shouted in a loud voice, catching everyone's attention and interrupting Henry.

Henry looked at him, intrigued by his exclamation. Percy gave him an amused smile before speaking again.

"I'm ready to face them two by two, or all at the same time, as you want!" He said with a jeering smile.

Everyone understood the taunting in his remarks, and some (the most idiots) began to boo him, while the majority of the audience began to cheer Percy. Henry quickly consulted his colleague before speaking again.

"Very well, under the express request of our candidate, we have decided to accept his unorthodox request, in which case I call the centurions of the fifth, fourth and third cohorts to enter the arena."

The crowd screamed again, deliriously, while three harrows rose to reveal a total of six centurions. There were three men and three women armed to the teeth. Percy quickly analyzed the situation. He saw a man and a woman stay behind each with a bow, all of them being blond, probably descendants of Apollo. At the front were the four others, each with a gladius and a bulwark like most Roman legionnaires. He still felt that something was not very clear, and he quickly realized when he saw one of the men with a sort of volume on their side. He was a child of Trivia, and in a way, surely the most dangerous of all. After all, magic made it possible for anyone who knew how to use it to do an almost infinite number of things, so long as we were not limited by our imagination.

He decided to taunt them to break the ranks.

"Hey bastards, are you coming back or you want me to die waiting? That's probably the only way for you to win ..."

One of the men, who was very muscular and seemed pretty idiotic, screamed unintelligible before running straight to him, while the other centurions stayed in formation to observe Percy.

The idiot had barely enough time to get near that Percy decided to punch him. The centurion raised the shield with a petty smile, expecting Percy to wrist his wrist, but his smile faded quickly when he saw Percy's smirk. He did not understand anything at all, and in just two seconds he fluttered across the arena to crash with loss against one of the walls, under the bewildered and somewhat frightened eyes of the spectators. A silence fell on the arena, before an ovation was made by the spectators, delighted with this rapid exchange of the most spectacular.

Percy heard one of the whispered centurions.

"Fuck this shit, he was a son of Hercules and he sent him away like a stick."

He then gave them a big smile, before quietly dusted himself haughtily with a disgusted look. Finally, he looked at the hand with which he had hit the bulwark before he exclaimed.

"Oh, my manicure is perfect, not even a scratch."

The spectators burst out laughing while the centurions blushed with shame. They chatted quickly with each other before hitting Percy, trying to surround him. The three centurions in close combat decided to take him in pincers and, with a cry of war, threw themselves on him to try to overwhelm him. Percy rolled his eyes before he took off. The three centurions collided with force, and only one of them remained standing, the son of Trivia. Percy still be very careful, because the two children of Apollo took advantage of it to shoot him very quickly. It must have been part of their plan. Percy hesitated between parrying the arrows with his blade or avoiding them, to finally concentrate and quickly turn the wind around him, sending the arrows to their senders.

They did not expect it, and their cries of pain could be heard throughout the arena. The applause echoed again. However, Percy did not have time to enjoy the cheers he had to avoid a fireball, a present from Trivia's son. The latter quickly chained to try to burn Percy, using spells after spells, while Percy fluttered through the air avoiding them. He had to admit that Trivia's son was quite talented, but lacked precision. He decided to put an end to it by throwing on the latter and giving him a blow behind the neck with the gladius he possessed.

There was an explosion of applause and cheers, making Percy smile. He noticed that the two most fervent fans were none other than the two gods, and Percy decided to reciprocate them with a wink, making the two brothers smile.

"Congratulations to Perseus Jackson for defeating six centurions at a time," Henry said as various nurses came to pick up the wounded, "Now it's time for the centurions of the first and second cohorts to make their entry. Even as the centurion of the first cohort, Octavian Simmons, decided to give his place to the best legionnaire of his cohort, Jason Grace, son of Jupiter! "

The cheers echoed again, and Percy then realized that this Jason Grace was much appreciated, and knowing the qualities for the Romans, so he had to be very strong. He smiled like an idiot, delighted to know that he was finally going to fight someone who was being measured.

The last two harrows were raised, and four individuals made their entry. Percy watched them, noticing that there were two men and a woman. One of them was not armed with a gladius, but with a rifle while the other was armed with two gladius. The woman was armed with two daggers. He frowned. Should not there be four people?

It was then that he noticed in the back an individual who left him speechless. He was a boy of his own age, a little taller than him, blond with blue eyes like hers. He smirked, standing proud with a gold dinar in his right hand. Percy did not need any explanation to understand that it had to be the so-called Jason Grace. He almost drools it, and by a burst of dignity, succeeds in preventing himself. Not without harm.

He arched an eyebrow as he looked at the three centurions in front of him, and they lost no time, deciding to surround him. The one with the two gladius rushed upon him, while the one with the daggers tried to take him from behind. Percy changed his mind when he wanted to fly away, noticing that the one with the rifle was just waiting for that. He noticed that Jason had not moved and just seemed to wait. A smile was born on Percy's face. If Jason wanted a show, then he would have it.

He concentrated then, deciding to use a trick from his father. His eyes began to shine, becoming amber, the biggest shock of all. He opened his mouth and exclaimed in a deep, rocky voice.

" You are not worthy of standing in front of me, Jedi, bow to the dark side of the Force! "

The majority of the demi-gods and descendants having understood the reference, they began to cheer. Percy simply decided to continue his little staging, then turning quickly to the centurion woman behind him and sending him waltzing away with a gust of wind, using the palm of his hand as a master would have done. of the force. Under the cheering of the delirious crowd, he poured a stream of purplish lightning on the centurion with two gladius, then deciding to have fun, he began to sneer in a Machiavellian way as would have done Dark Sidious also known under the name of Palpatine.

The centurion with Hast's weapon sweated heavily, seeing his comrades on the ground, while Jason's eyes were wide, impressed by Percy's staging. In the stands, the spectators chanted "Perseus! Perseus!", Led by Apollo and Mercury. Apollo then looked at Mercury.

"I warn you, brother or not, Perseus is mine, he's perfect, and you've seen how good he is?" Says the god of prophecy.

Mercury sent him a glare.

"I especially saw that he was quick and taunting, like me, do not think I'll leave him to you," replied the god of messengers.

Neither of them noticed a certain Uranus disguised behind them and darting them with his darkest gaze. One thing was certain, courting Perseus would not be easy with such a father.

For his part, Octavian let out a hissing sound as he saw Percy's action, and he had to admit that seeing him with so much power and strength had excited him like never before. He then thought that he would do everything for Percy to be his, to crush the competition or to make it disappear. He asserted his will by seeing the more than perverse glances that several legionaries, whether they were men or women, were sending in the direction of Percy.

In the arena, Percy turned his gaze to the one with Hast's weapon, and masterfully, he exclaimed.

" Come back to the dark side, my child, submit to me, and you will be spared."

To Percy's biggest shock, the centurion seemed to think about it, and shocking him even more, he dropped his weapon before kneeling. Percy blinked several times, but no, the kneeed centurion had not disappeared. The delirious crowd began to clap ferociously, and Percy noticed that in the stands, Octavian held his head in his hands while the legionaries of the first cohort seemed to be ashamed. He realized that it must have been the second centurion of the first cohort. He let out a sneer, and to the delight of all, sent a salvo of lightning on the centurion on his knees.

" I shan't have weaklings in my service!"

The applause echoed, and Percy then noticed in Jason's eyes a gleam of discontent. He did not seem to like Percy attacking a man on the ground. He shrugged, because after all, on the ground or not, an enemy remained an enemy, and that his father had made him understand, especially during one of their trainings. Indeed, Percy had managed to put his father down, and when his father gave up his arms, he waited for Percy to turn around and knock him down. He had told him then.

"Honor is for the dead, my son, even on the ground, an enemy remains a dangerous individual, so never turn your back until you're sure he can not turn against you."

Since then, Percy had learned the lesson. He had never succeeded in defeating his father, but he had realized that he had let himself be conquered to teach him this hard lesson. A bad for a good. He emerged from his thoughts when he saw Jason coming towards him, and he held his breath.

The latter then threw his dinar in the air, and the room was then transformed into a gladius imperial gold of great beauty with inscribed on the blade 'IULIUS'. Percy whistled in admiration as he saw the blade, understanding that this sword had then belonged to Julius Caesar, IULIUS being his real name.

"I want to face you at full strength, like a real gladiator!" Jason exclaimed in a loud voice so that everyone could hear him.

Surprisingly, a silence fell on the whole arena, and the spectators held their breath. Percy tilted his head to the right, pensive.

"Are you sure of what you want, if I let go, you risk suffering from it," replied the half-primordial.

Jason nodded with conviction.

"I am sure of it, I am not afraid, and I am the son of Jupiter, I will not fail in front of you, son of Uranus," replied the demi-god.

Percy, having felt the presence of his father in the stands then directed his gaze to the latter, then asking him a silent question, which he answered in the affirmative. Percy then redirected all his attention to Jason.

"All right, whatever you like," he said simply.

For the first time, Jason sent him a beaming smile and Percy could not help but answer the same. He concentrated, his eyes regaining their natural color, and the heavens darkened quickly. The wind rose with violence, and thunder rumbled deafeningly under the bewildered gaze of the spectators. Even the many gods present (because others had decided to come to the last fight) opened their eyes at so much power. Evidently, Uranus looked proudly at the extent of his son's power. His plan was going well. He felt an important source of power to his right, and when he turned to find out who came from that power, he was astonished to see none other than Aeolus, the Primordial of Light.

"What are you doing here, Aeolus?" Uranus asked, intrigued by the presence of his brother, who usually never left his huge white palace.

Aeolus was tall enough with long smooth silver hair and bright white eyes. His skin was opaline, his muscular body dressed in an immaculate white toga and his face was thin. He looked like a fairy tale prince.

"Do you really think that the fact that our King has finally designated an heir would go unnoticed? Apart from Tartarus and Terra, we are all aware of your son's existence, and you should be happy that I came, it could have been Nyx or Eros, and I know you do not like them, "replied the primordial.

Uranus rolled his eyes at his brother's answer. He knew perfectly well that he could not have hid indefinitely the existence of his son, but he thought they would have discovered him a little later, after his accession to a domain or two.

"And why did you insist on being the one to warn me?" Asked the King of the Primordials, intrigued.

Aeolus looked at him with a small smile before looking at Percy again.

"Very simple, I decided to court your son, Uranus," Aeolus said, snorting at his brother's stunned look.

"I hope you're joking, Aeolus?" Uranus said threateningly.

Aeolus, feeling the danger, then raised his hands to appease his brother.

"I am very serious, Uranus, your son is truly perfect, not to mention that he is your appointed heir, and that he would unite our estates forever. The only drawback is that I am not the only one who wants to conquer your son, "said the Primordial of Light.

"What?!" roared Uranus.

A few spectators turned to him, startled by his burst of anger, but quickly concentrated on the center of the arena when they received a look promising a thousand sufferings from Uranus.

"I got wind of Eros, and you know how he is a real gossipmonger about his field, that other primordial would be very interested in your son," Aeolus replied.

Uranus took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Who?" He asked simply.

Aeolus flinched at the imperious voice of Uranus. Maybe he should not have said anything, but it was too late.

"According to the King of Love, Erebus, Thanatos and Pontus are very interested. As you know, Erebus and Nyx separated, Thanatos was never in a couple like me, and Pontus convinced his wife that a third member in their relationship would be perfect, "explained the primordial light.

"Not only must I watch these two morons," he pointed at Apollo and Mercury, "but in addition, I must also watch the other primordial ones, I tell myself that I should never have left the Heavenly Court!"

Aeolus seemed to hear only a part of Uranus's speech, the part concerning Apollo and Mercury. He glared at the two gods, who felt a shiver run through them. Uranus did not have time to continue his diatribe that he felt a presence next to him, then seeing Hemera appear. The latter was of medium height, with long blond hair and bright eyes like the sun. She wore a golden toga, strangely resembling Apollo. The primordial of day had arrived.

"Do not worry Uranus, I'll help you watch all these people," she said in a melodious voice.

"And why so much goodness?" Uranus asked, arching an eyebrow.

Hemera simply gave him a big smile.

"Because your son is so cute!" She replied.

Aeolus and Uranus sighed in exasperation. If all the Primordials put themselves in, they did not come out of the inn. They decided to discuss it later and focused on the fight.

Jason arched an eyebrow as he watched Percy's gladius before shouting.

"I'm sure your father gave you a weapon of a much better quality than this gladius, unless I was the only one worthy of getting a weapon from his relative?" Jason taunted him with a jeering smile.

Percy narrowed his eyes before removing his signet ring. Under the amazed eyes of all, it turned into a flash similar to the lightning of Jupiter, but being purple and with a pole in platinum. Percy then gave a small smile to Jason.

"It seems like I'm the only one who has received a symbol," he replied.

Jason, who had been staring at the lightning, blushed with anger as he heard the raillery of his adversary. He lost no time and threw himself body and soul on Percy, forming a bow with his gladius, who then fell on Percy's thunderbolt. He was very surprised when he felt a painful shock, then hurried away from Percy.

"My father is the essence of the sky, stars, lightning and energy, Jason Grace, do not think your father will protect you from the effects of my powers," Percy said as he noticed the shocked look from Jason.

The latter frowned. He knew he could not fight Percy in hand-to-hand combat. He wondered if he was immune to his powers, after all, who did not try anything ...

He focused on knocking Percy right down, which he absorbed as if nothing had happened before rolling his eyes. Jason was persuaded to hear him whisper the word 'idiot'. Deciding to try everything for the whole, he changed his weapon back to dinar before flying to the other end of the arena, under the curious gaze of Percy. Jason then placed himself directly above one of the subterranean reserves of water that he knew was present and, using his powers with as much precision as possible, made sure that lightning struck several times in the same place. After a few seconds, some water gushed from the floor, and Jason gave himself a small smile, under Percy's astonished look.

He then manipulated the wind around the water to direct it to Percy, and the latter, not expecting such a devious attack, was electrocuted by the mixture, creating a huge fog around him. Percy let out a scream of pain under Jason's triumphant gaze and the applause of the spectators. Unfortunately, his joy was short-lived.

Indeed, he noticed that no more sounds emanated from where Percy was, and especially, he noticed the sky darkening to become a jet black, obscuring the sun under the frightened eyes of the spectators . The wind then rose like never before, and a tornado made its appearance in the center of the arena. It was a real storm, and Jason felt for the first time in his life a shiver of fear running down his spine.

The wind accelerated exponentially, and it was then that the ground began to shake and an incalculable number of lightning spilled on the floor of the arena, Jason trying somehow to avoid them. He then saw a figure rise in the air, and noticed that it was Percy. However, Percy had changed slightly, his eyes shining as ever, his hair twirling in every direction, and the flash in his hand sending electric arches everywhere. Jason noticed a kind of silvery liquid flowing from Percy's mouth. Was it his blood? He had no idea, and did not have time to think about it.

Percy, very upset by the dirty trick, which he had to admit very cunning, decided to give free rein to his powers. He then rushed right at Jason, and under the astonished gaze of the spectators, shocked Jason with his lightning, piercing his arm, having chosen to avoid a deadly zone. Jason let out a scream of pain so loud that it could have been heard for miles around. Percy then decided to put an end to it once and for all, and with a well-placed punch, thrust the son of Jupiter into the ground of the arena.

A mortal silence hovered over the arena as the clouds cleared and the wind fell. Suddenly, the spectators applauded with all their might, chanting Percy's name loudly, while even the gods applauded in front of such a stage. In the stands, Jupiter made his appearance between Mercury and Apollo, sporting a serious and defeated mine.

"You owe us a thousand dinars each father," said Mercury simply with a big smile.

Jupiter rolled his eyes before giving a purse to Mercury and another to Apollo. He darted Percy with his darkest gaze, but feeling Uranus' eyes on his back, decided to return safely to Olympus. Apollo and Mercury, noticing their father's bizarre behavior, turned around, and seeing the icy gaze of Uranus (and Aeolus), blanched before disappearing, also taking refuge in their fields. Hemera just laughed as Aeolus chuckled at the scared faces of the two gods. The Primordials then took their leave, disappearing to return to their palaces while the spectators shouted to cheer Percy.

Henry Wilkinson stood up, motioning the spectators to shut up. When he finally had the desired silence, he decided to speak.

"It was a magnificent spectacle, I say, grandiose! In any case, I declare Perseus Jackson, son of Uranus, winner of the competition in the arena, with a record time!"

The applause cheerfully resumed, and Percy smiled at them before bowing to the audience's ovations. He saw some of the nurses hurrying towards Jason, who was beginning to regain consciousness. He decided to approach the demi-god, and gave him a radiant smile.

"Nice fight, Jason Grace, I hope we can do that again," Percy said before giving him a wink.

"Count on me, Perseus Jackson," Jason replied with a rather painful smile.

"You deserved the right to call me Percy, Jason," Percy said as Jason was taken away by the nurses.

Percy then turned to see Henry and Julia approaching him, each with a big smile.

"It was grandiose, Perseus!" Julia said, shaking her hand.

"She's right, it's frankly beautiful to see, in any case, you've earned your place as a centurion, and it looks like you've already found your cohort," Henry continued.

Percy tilted his head to the right while raising an eyebrow, looking curiously.

"Well, when Flavius kneeled in front of you in the arena, he de facto abandoned his Centurion position by acknowledging your superiority, congratulations, Perseus Jackson, Centurion of the First Cohort," the Praetor explained. .

Percy just nodded before deciding to join Octavian, who seemed to be waiting for him in the back. The latter, to his shock, took him in a hug.

"Perseus, this fight was a true work of art, and my congratulations on becoming a centurion of my cohort. You will see, together, we will quickly become Praetors," said Octavian.

Not expecting this embrace, and being accustomed only to receiving it from his parents, Percy blushed fiercely, under the appreciative eye of Octavian, and the jealous glances of all who watched the scene.

"Come on, come on, it's time to introduce yourself to your cohort!"