The Olympians were still arguing when Percy arrived at the throne room.

"—and you don't care about anyone except for yourself—"

"Perseus does not deserve to die—"

"He did! He was a traitor and he is the host of Kronos—"

"Why the heck is your son there, Athena—?"

"Kronos is going to rise thanks you incompetent idiots—"

"ENOUGH!" Kronos roared. "Shush your godly mouths." The room went silent, so silent that you could hear Demeter's wheat growing.

"Kronos." Zeus growled holding up his Master Bolt. "You do know that I can incinerate your ungodly host in a second, correct?"

"Oh, you wouldn't want to do that." Percy smiled, a sickly sweetness in his voice. "You see, the minute you kill me, Tartarus releases Typhoon into Olympus, and it will destroy all of the gods and New York in a matter of minutes." Zeus faltered for a moment, but still kept his bolt up.

"What have you done to Poseidon and Hermes?" Athena demanded. 

"Oh!" Percy seemed to smile even wider, almost insanely. "I killed them." Dionysus spit out his coke.

"Wh-WHAT?!" He spluttered. 

"You did what?" Hestia asked, her voice deadly calm and without emotion.

"I. Killed. Them." Percy repeated, like he was speaking to a two-year-old. "Honestly, guys, it's not that deep. Just like most of your IQs."

"Percy?" Apollo whispered. "Why?" Percy snorted.

"That's the 16th time someone asked me 'why.'" He sighed. "I'm tired of explaining. The gods nearly killed me in Tartarus for something I didn't do and would never do. Simple as that, but you'd be amazed at how much that can do for a person." Apollo looked away, his heart full of guilt.

"Nonsense. You were clearly a traitor and always will be, working for Kronos now." Zeus narrowed his eyes at Percy. 

"You made me like this!" Percy argued. "If you hadn't done this, it wouldn't have ended like this. But you chose it, and now it's too late. Say goodbye to your godly butt, Olympians." He snapped his fingers. The air seemed to drop 20 degrees lower, and the light seemed to be sucked out of the room. 

"Tartarus." Artemis breathed.

"It can't be." Hera exchanged startled glances with Hephaestus.

"It is." Tartarus boomed. All the happiness seemed to be sucked right out of the room. Not that there actually was any happiness. Reference!!!

"It's the end of the gods." Percy smirked as a violent rumbling shook the room, so hard that even the gods trembled. Apollo just fell out of his throne straight up. 

"Typhon!" Tartarus boomed. "Arise and awaken from your slumber!" The floor cracked, and a massive hole opened up in the middle of the room. 

"No!" Athena cried. 

"Mercy!" Zeus begged. Percy snorted amusedly.

"Funny, mercy rhymes with Percy. How ironic." He held out his hand, and Typhon froze in place. "The father of monsters will destroy the gods, and there's nothing you can do about it. Or I could just send you all to the Pit the easy way, along with Poseidon and Hermes."

"We will not back down, even if it results in defeat." Hera said firmly. Percy shrugged.

"Oh well. Take it how you want. Typhon, destroy the gods!" He commanded.

"But don't destroy this." Tartarus pointed to a portrait of him on the wall. "I like it." Percy facepalmed.

"Ok, don't destroy the tapestries. Just destroy those annoying assholes." He snapped his fingers, and Typhon unfroze, roared in fury, and started smashing at the gods.

"Kronos wants to see you in Tartarus." Tartarus whispered into Percy's ear as chaos reigned around the throne room.

"What does he want?" He asked, raising a brow. Tartarus shrugged.

"I have no clue. Probably another plan on taking down Camp Jupiter. He's having trouble coming up with those kinds of plans." 

"I'll go there right away." Percy looked around. "Uh, does this lead to Tartarus?" He pointed to the hole Typhon made.

"Yep." The primordial nodded. 

"Ok. See ya." Percy saluted and leaped into the pit of darkness.

Percy's POV—

"Why do you want me to go to Tartarus?" I asked Kronos.

I have something to show you. The titan simply replied. Go to Akhlys' poison field.

I felt his presence leave me. Huh. I guess he's strong enough to get a physical form now. Oh well. I guess I'll find out what happens.

>>>Le Time Skip<<<

3rd Person—

Percy landed on the floor of the Pit with a loud thump.

"Oh hey, it's right in Akhlys' field!" He said delightedly. Not like there was anything to be delighted by.

"Percy Jackson." A rather familiar voice said from the shadows. 

"Kronos—what the crap?!" He stared at Kronos in horror. "Your hair..." The Titan lord looked like he had a bad hair day.

"What?" Kronos demanded. "What's wrong with my hair?" Percy pointed shakily at his head.

"It's green."

"WHAT?!" He shouted. "FUCK YOU, KRIOS! YOU SAID MY HAIR WAS FINE!" Percy grimaced.

"Sorry, dude." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "So, what did you want to call me for?" Kronos sighed as he shifted his hair, turning it bright purple.

"How is it now?" He asked.

"Did you mean for it to be purple?" Percy asked. Kronos stomped his foot in frustration.

"Argh, it's been so long since I've taken a physical form. I'm just going to go with the good old armor." He snapped his fingers, and a Greek-style helmet and shiny armor appeared on his body. "That's better. Now, yes, I called you for something very important."

"Yes?"

"I'd like to tell you the truth before I kill you." Percy's face morphed into confusion.

"What?" 

"The gods never betrayed you." He said simply. "Tartarus possessed them to accuse you of Annabeth's father's murder. And one of my monsters killed her father."

"Well, Tartarus sure acted stupid through Zeus. I almost bought the act." Percy laughed, as if Kronos said that Tartarus did a theater act. The titan lord blinked.

"H-how?" He stuttered. Percy frowned.

"What? Surprised I found out your act?" He smirked coldly. "I'm not stupid, Kronos. I know all about your plan to get revenge on me so you could get me on your side and then throw me into the Sea of Chaos." Kronos' mouth dropped open. "I knew that you manipulated the gods to do it. You thought you were slick and clever, but you can't trick me like that." Reference?

Kronos was so suprised that he couldn't say anything for a moment.

"B-but Krios made up that plan! It couldn't have gone wrong!" He wailed. Percy stared at him in amusement as he seethed and did a mini tantrum.

"I think you'd want to stop there, Kronos." Percy held out his hand, and Kronos froze like a statue, his face contorted with pain. 

"Perseus!" Kronos managed to gasp. "What is this treacherous thing you are doing?"

"It's called murder. Ever heard of it?" Percy rolled his eyes. 

"No! I must rule Olympus...I must have my revenge!"

"Oh, you won't be doing that anytime soon." Percy whispered. "Because you won't rule Olympus. No, not ever. I will."