The Hunters of Artemis were hunting down a pack of hellhounds when the most unexpected thing happened. The son of Chaos had come.

...

It had started out as a nice sunny day for the Hunters, but that had all changed when the storm of the century broke out across the eastern side of America.

They suspected that Zeus had become angry about something. It poured for hours, with no sign of stopping anytime soon. The Hunters of Artemis had been tracking the pack of hellhounds for a week straight, stopping only for necessary breaks.

Artemis herself had been called to Olympus for an important meeting. Left without the help of their patron, the Hunters continued their treacherous path.

The storm had washed away all tracks of the hell mutts. "Why does it have to be raining so hard?"

"Be quiet Phoebe, they could be around here somewhere," Zoe scolded her sister.

Instead of fighting about what to do, the Hunters agreed to head in the general direction that the tracks were heading before.

They continued for three days without stop until they came upon a clearing.

What they saw terrified them.

The surrounding trees had been burnt to ashes, the ground looked like a god was thrown onto it with a giant crater in the center of the clearing.

A thin layer of golden dust was spread out everywhere.

Standing in the middle of this destruction was a figure wearing some kind of black armour, a sword that seemed to be made out of the same dark metal was held firmly in their right hand. A dark blue cloak covered the rest of their body hiding everything, but a few parts of the persons body, the cowl of the cloak casted a shadow over their face. The only visible part of their body was the mouth and below.

As they stalked closer, they could see that the person was a man, which only angered them further.

The last remaining body's of the hellhounds were already turning into shadows, reappearing in Tartarus.

The Hunters quickly drew their bows and aimed them at the figure. "Drop your weapon and get down on the ground before I put an arrow through your skull," Thalia Grace snarled at the mysterious person.

The daughter of Zeus had been the first to get out of her stupor and had her bow aimed at the figure before her sisters could even comprehend what was happening.

To their surprise, the person dropped their sword and put their hands behind their head.

"Get on your knees, male!" Zoe wasn't having a very good day and this man just stole their kill. She was going to make sure he never saw tomorrow.

It seemed her co-lieutenant had the same idea as she stepped forward and kicked the man onto his knees.

"Didn't think you ladies would be into that kinky stuff," the man said, obviously, trying to piss them off. While they couldn't see his face entirely, they could definitely see the shit eating grin on his face.

"Do you know who we are boy?"

That grin on his face quickly disappeared and turned into what they assumed was a look of anger.

"I have always hated it when people treat others as if they are below them, but if you wish to announce titles then be my guest. Just know that my command will soon be your law."

Zoe and Thalia looked at each other as if this man had lost his mind, but both knew better. If they were wrong about this man and continued on the path they were on now then they would be the ones not seeing tomorrow. He could be a god or maybe something even more and they just pissed him off.

"Fine, we are the Hunters of Artemis. What is your name, you filthy male?" Zoe said, hoping she could figure out who this mysterious man was.

Before they could react, he had jumped up, kicked both Zoe and Thalia back towards their sisters before retrieving his sword. The man took three quick steps back and watched in case he was attacked. The Hunters had their bows out, but couldn't fire until either Zoe or Thalia gave the order.

"I am General Lykos, (Means Wolf in Greek) son of Chaos. Now, you ladies have a nice day and tell your king that war is coming and if he wants aid then he better pay what he owes."

The man stepped back into a swirling vortex that appeared when he finished his rant.

...

The Hunters of Artemis had immediately prayed to Artemis for help after the son of Chaos left. The goddess was in a council meeting, but the Hunters were more important to her than whatever her father had to say.

As Zeus was in the middle of his speech, Artemis flashed away to her Hunters location.

When she arrived, she found the girls staring in fear at a spot on the ground. "What is the problem?" Artemis asked as her Hunters had ever rarely prayed to her for help, especially when she was in a council meeting so she knew this had to be important.

Zoe slowly stood up and walked toward her patron. "I-he was s-so powerful."

Artemis looked at her best friend, clearly confused. "What?"

Zoe took a long deep breath before letting it out and beginning. "We hunted down the hell hounds, but when we caught up to them they had already been killed. A man was there. H-he said that the gods needed to pay what they owe if they wanted help for a coming war."

The goddess of the hunt tried to think of something before a sense of dread filled her heart. "What color were his eyes?" Artemis all, but yelled at the daughter of Atlas.

Thalia spoke next, thinking it best if Artemis was to yell at her than the shocked Zoe.

"They were black, but they seemed to have what looked like stars exploding inside of them. Why does it matter what color his eyes are?"

Artemis's sense of dread only worsened as she realized who the mysterious man was. "I am flashing you all to camp half-blood so I may return to the council and report what has happened here. Do not speak of this to anyone, but Chiron. He must know, but be sure no one else can. Understood?"

Every Hunter nodded their head in acceptance before they were flashed away. Next, the goddess flashed herself back onto her throne.

Artemis looked up to find everyone staring at her. Zeus looked like he was about to explode with anger, his face resembled a giant tomato.

"Where exactly did you go?" Zeus asked his daughter who now wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

"I got a prayer from my Hunters, they encountered something that you should know about, father."

The Lord of the Sky's instantly calmed down, knowing his daughter only did it for an important reason.

"Well, what happened?"

Two words. That's all it took to place fear into the hearts of the Olympians. The ones who rebelled against Kronos in the fourth age. The ones who defended the world against Gaea, Primordial goddess of the Earth, and her Giante children.

"Percy Jackson."

...

Percy Jackson walked around the halls of his fathers palace, debating whether or not allowing the Olympians to continue ruling Earth was such a good idea. His father would support him with any decision he made, but had questioned the Olympians himself for millennia.

Nonetheless, they did a much better job than the enemy, Tartarus.

The Primordial of the Pit would want nothing other than having monsters roam the world freely, all innocent life destroyed in the process.

As Percy thought over what he could do to help the Olympians in the war he didn't notice the person in front of him.

Both people crashed to the floor with a loud smack. Percy groaned before he looked up at the person he ran into. One of the servants had been carrying a box that seemed to be too heavy for them. They dropped it onto the floor when they ran into him and tried to make sure Percy didn't see its contents, but the son of Chaos had the sight of a hawk.

He caught the glimpse of something shiny in the box that was now being carried away by the servant, who didn't even bother apologizing. Usually the servants apologize for that kind of stuff, no matter how many times Percy tells them not to.

He could also sense something off about the servant.

"Hey, hold up a minute."

The man instantly stopped, turned around, and looked at Percy as if he just asked him the worlds most complicated question. "Yes?"

Percy frowned at the coldness in the mans voice, but shrugged it off. Maybe he was having a bad day and didn't realize who he was talking to.

"What's in the box?" Percy asked, very curious about the shiny object. He could also feel power flowing off of the object.

"U-uh nothing. Just some o-old junk that I had in my room. I was taking I-it to be used for scrap."

Percy could tell this guy was lying and the feeling he was getting from that box was bugging the hell out of him. "Do you mind if I look inside?"

Beads of sweat rolled down the servants face. "S-sure."

Percy took three steps forward and snatched the box away and opened it. Inside was some old junk, but a piece of silver poked out just enough to be noticed. Percy reached in and grabbed the object and pulled it out.

It was an old blood red cloak with designs of death and torture enscribed on it. Percy tried to think of where he had seen it before when it all suddenly made sense. This was the cloak of Tartarus. He hadn't seen it since the last Primordial council meeting three hundred years ago.

The son of chaos looked up just in time to see the servant swing his sword that appeared out of nowhere.

Percy instinctively raised his arms up, blocking the strikes with his vambraces that were made entirely out of Void metal, just like the rest of his armour and even his weapons.

Void metal was the only thing stronger than Chaos metal and since Percy ruled over the Void, he was able to have its precious metal as his own.

The sword shattered on impact, but the force was enough to knock Percy down and give the now revealed assassin a chance to grab the cloak and run.

Percy jumped up and ran after him, but the assassin had shut the only doors that led out of that hallway and kept them from being opened with magic. The only other option Percy had was to jump out of the window on the other side of the room.

It was easily a fifty story drop, but Percy didn't have much of a choice. The fall wouldn't hurt him, but the impact would cause some serious damage to the city within a hundred meter width. Also, his father would be pissed.

"Ah, fuck it."

The son of Chaos turned around and charged straight out of the window. He could see the assassin making his way over to the portal station across the city.

Percy decided he didn't have much time to put on a show for dramatics so he made himself speed up and within seconds he collided into the ground. Without missing a beat, Percy raced out of the dust and debris. His mind was focused on one thing. Killing that piece of shit.

With speed that would make Hermes jealous, Percy ran after the assassin, but was too late. Just as he managed to get halfway across the city, he could see the man run inside of the portal station. A dozen or so assassins grouped in front of the building waited for the son of Chaos.

Percy sighed in frustration. Couldn't anything be easy?

Percy drew his sword from its sheathe from his waist and charged toward them.

The first threw a knife, but Percy jumped up and spun sideways right over the small blade, landing on top of the assassin with his sword going through the mans heart.

Next, two female assassins came up to him, both wielded hunting knives and bows.

When they charged, Percy ran and slid in between them, grabbed their feet, and pulled. Both of them fell to the ground, smashing their faces into the soft green grass. Before they could react, Percy stabbed them with his sword.

A dagger flew towards him, but Percy was too slow to dodge it. The blade sunk into his left shoulder as a groan of pain escaped his mouth. The owner of the dagger was soon cut down with Percy's sword, along with the rest of the assassins.

Just as he finished with the last one, a bright light exploded, signaling that someone had just used a portal.

"Son of a bitch!"

Percy quickly made his way inside to the woman standing at the front desk.

When she saw him her eyes widened in shock. Percy had blood all over his clothes which consisted of black leather boots, black cargo pants, a dark blue t-shirt, that hung tightly to his muscled body, and a pure white cloak was covering that. Well, it was white. Then there was still a dagger embedded in his left shoulder.

Percy looked at her in confusion before he looked down and realized why she was staring at him like he was a rabid dog.

He snapped his fingers, the blood disappeared and the rest of his Void armour appeared on him.

He usually didn't wear it except for in battle, political meetings, or special occasions. Well, he always war the vambraces, but it was because there was always someone trying to assassinate him, his father, or someone else of importance to their military.

"Sorry about that, but did you see a man come in here? He wore a blood red cloak with creepy designs on it."

The woman only nodded in response. "Could you tell me where he took a portal to?" Percy asked as kindly as he could, but his patience was running low.

"Yes, h-he went to Earth."

Maybe he should have asked more specifically.

"Where on Earth?"

"Olympus"

"Shit! Okay, thanks," He said before dropping a bag of drachmas on the desk and taking off to Earth through a portal.

The woman just stared at him then at the bag of drachmas and back to him before fainting on the spot.

As soon as Percy went through the portal, it dumped him at the entrance of Olympus. He quickly looked around and found the assassin making his way to the throne room.

"Guess he figured he could take a couple of them out instead of me."

The son of Chaos ran after him. When he got there he started climbing up the wall instead of going through the front door. He was going to take this guy out fast.

As he made it to the top he could hear Zeus demanding to know why the man was in his throne room uninvited.

"Drama Queen."

Percy extended the hidden blade out of his right vambrace and jumped down. Unfortunately, Ares saw him and shouted, "Awesome!", which alerted the assassin that he was about to die. The man rolled out of the way just in time before he became the new color of the throne room.

Percy hit the ground and rolled forward, unsheathing his sword in the process.

The assassin charged toward Percy with his Stygian Iron sword.

He tried to cut Percy's head off, but Percy leaned back towards the right and swung his upper body to the left and pulled his right foot out to his right, bringing his fist down onto the mans head.

The blow instantly knocked him unconscious.

Percy quickly snatched the cloak away from him. He noticed the cloak was glowing when the man wore it, but it turned dull again when he withdrew it from him.

Only two kinds of people were able to use the cloaks power.

Tartarus and his...children.

Now that Percy thought about it, this man looked exactly like the evil Primordial.

Midnight black hair, blood red eyes that were filled with hate and promised eternal pain. Hell, even his facial features were almost identical except for the long scar running down his right eye and his skin was tanner than his fathers.

Tartarus looked like one of those people that hated the sun. Almost like he was a vampire, which would make some sense considering his body was the home of monsters.

"Looks like I have another nephew."

A low groan escaped his nephews lips which made him look toward the assassin.

"Want to explain what you were doing with your fathers cloak in my house or do I have to force the information out myself?" Percy asked as he sheathed his sword and pulled out his Void metal knuckles.

The look on the mans face was of pure terror. Everyone had heard of Void metal, but the Primordials and their children were the only ones who actually new what it looked like.

In the beginning there was one being, Void. Soon he created Chaos and Order. Chaos created the universe with Order, but Order became jealous that his brother was being worshipped more over him. He hated it and he finally broke.

The two brothers declared war against each other. Order wanted to destroy the universe, but Chaos wanted to keep it around. As Order was the first created between him and Chaos, he was given more power over his brother. Billions of lives depended on him, so he created the Protogeni or Primordials who helped him battle his brother.

After many hours of battle, Chaos and his children finally defeated Order.

When the war began, Void couldn't take the pain of watching his sons tear each other apart and because of the grief and sadness he faded, leaving his realm and power for someone worthy to rule over it.

Now Chaos has given Percy the realm as he fears the time for Orders return is upon them. But now they must focus on Tartarus.

"I'll ask one last time, why were you in my house!" Percy screamed in his face.

When the son of Tartarus didn't answer he growled. No one went into his house to try and kill him or his family, no one.

With the power and speed of a trained warrior, Percy brought his fist up and punched him in the face. Blood exploded everywhere from the mans broken nose, but Percy knew that wasn't what really hurt him.

Void metal slowly and painfully absorbs a persons soul. After a while they become soulless if they are attacked with it, depending on the severity.

A scream of pain echoed throughout the throne room that made the Olympians cringe. Percy could faintly hear Aphrodite throw up, which reminded him that they were all their.

Only Ares seemed to be enjoying himself as he watched a man in a white cloak with black armour deliver the most powerful punch he's ever seen. That is, until he saw who it was that delivered the punch.

When Percy turned and looked at the Olympians he grinned which made all of them gasp at who it was, especially Zeus. The Lord of the Sky's could clearly remember what had happened the last time he pissed the demiprimordial off.

"You asked for it you little shit."

As Percy brought his hand up the man cried out, "Wait!"

The son of Chaos suddenly stopped and dropped his hand. "Want to answer my question now?" Percy said, but the assassin knew that if he didn't answer then he was going to face something worse than death.

"My name is Cory and I was sent to kill you and your father if I was able. I-I just wanted to get out of there. M-my father w-would have killed me if I didn't."

By this point Cory was crying his eyes out, but it still wouldn't help him.

"Well, now I'm going to kill you, you son of bitch," Percy said before punching the man through the throat, killing him and his soul.

"Now, time to finish off any of your brothers and sisters that you might have."

The son of Chaos turned to look at the frightened faces of the Olympians. "Anything you would like to ask me?"

Apollo instantly spoke up, "You are so coming to the clubs with me and my friends!"

Percy chuckled at the Sun gods expression.

"Maybe after the war. Until then, I need to be hunting down any and all children of Tartarus."

"How are you going to find them?" Athena asked as her mind processed the information  she just received despite her fathers urge to fry this man before him.

"I'm going into the Pit."

A/N
This is the longest fucking chapter I have ever written in my life! Guess what. There's more coming! But for now you all must wait for the next chapter. Hehehehe!

So I don't know who's going to be with Percy in this book. Maybe an Olympian goddess. I don't know you guys give me suggestions please.

I DO NOT DO GAY PAIRINGS!

Never have and I never will. Any other suggestions is okay.