After Second World War - Big Three Pact

The Olympians sat on their respective thrones, once again arguing like children. The new great prophecy triggering Zeus' paranoia.

"SILENCE!" Zeus' master bolt slammed into the floor, rendering the great throne room completely silent.

"We need a pact, an oath of sorts to prevent us," gesturing to Poseidon and Hades, who was invited to the meeting, "from siring any more half-bloods, to stop the prophecy coming to pass"

The other 2 begrudgingly agreed, swearing on the Styx to not have anymore children.

"Brother," Hades called, "when the prophecy says Eldest gods do you believe that He may be included?"

The room seemed to dim, the great flames and the central hearth greatly dimming, the room nearly shrouded in darkness for a brief second, bearing down of the now nervous council.

"It is a possibility, however he has been in Tartarus since after we defeated our dearest father and has not been since, he has most likely faded." Zeus announced, his two Brothers frowning. While Perseus had not been seen for a millennia, He certainly inherited their Father's cunning and was an expert manipulator, his domain of charisma certainly helping.

From the shadows Perseus, Ex-Olympian, eldest of Kronos and god of darkness, night and charisma,observed the current events happening on Olympus, his piercing purple eyes thoroughly analysing the council and its members. His eyes settled upon Artemis, before his banishment, Perseus had enjoyed a close relationship with her, often being seen in the hunt, conversing with its members despite being a male he was widely loved by the hunters of old. And was closest with Artemis' lieutenant Zoë Nightshade, whom he helped soon after the Heracles incident. Melting into the shadows once more, he returned to his home of the last few Millenia, Tartarus, or more specifically, the House of Night.

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Perseus emerged from the shadows into the throne room of the House of Night, the Throne Room surpassing that of Olympian standards, the architecture beyond ancient and breathtakingly beautiful, despite being defined by the inky darkness of night.

"Hello Nyx" Perseus greeted