Ch. 4

"Well?" Dean asked impatiently. "What was it?"

"Was it Lilith?" Sam asked just as impatiently.

Castiel looked between both the brothers. "It was not Lilith but it was one of her creations. A group of Pagan Gods broke the seal all of heaven prayed would never be broken."

Both Winchester's eyes widened. "What was it?" Sam asked in a worried tone. Whatever it was that all of heaven feared was not something he figured they wanted to see.

"The Seal of the Betrayed." Castiel said seriously.

Both brothers looked at him waiting for more explanation.

Castiel frowned, "And it is written, the world's savior cast down on lies, if allowed to rise shall continue his wrath on earth until its demise."

Sam looked confused while Dean's face paled considerably.

"What does that mean? Who is this world's savior?" Sam asked curiously.

Castiel looked around before turning back to the Sam, "A decade ago, the Pagan Greek gods cast their greatest demigod, a boy who saved them from extinction twice in a span of five years, into their version of Hell."

Sam interrupted the angel before he could continue, "Wait, you mean the Greek gods, like Zeus, Apollo and Hades, they're all real and still around?"

Castiel sighed a bit in irritation, "How many Pagan gods have you come across in your years of hunting? Do you really doubt that one of the biggest and most popular pantheons is still around and alive?"

Sam held up his hands, "Relax, I just assumed if they had been around, either Dean and I or our Dad would have come across them before."

The angel shook his head, "They are not like the other Pagan gods you've come across. They are still very powerful. Their power is increased by the vast amounts of demigods they have which worship them, thus increasing their power."

Dean raised an eyebrow, "Their power is tied to their worship?"

"Yes, of course, most Pagan gods are that way. Now let me continue." Castiel said impatiently. "These Greeks, they have moved with Western Civilization. First Greece, then Rome and so on until they now reside in New York City, the center of American power."

Dean and Sam both looked a bit unsure, "What, they just have apartments in the city?" Dean asked with a small chuckle.

Castiel narrowed his eyes, "They live in Olympus which is above the city, the only access for mortals coming from within the Empire State Building."

Sam interrupted yet again, "Wait, there is an entire city above New York City? How, people would see it."

Castiel snapped his fingers. Sam opened his mouth to speak but found his voice gone.

"No more interruptions. The Greeks use something called the mist which hides them and everything relating to them from the eyes of mortals. Now this demigod, he saved them twice in two wars that would and should have destroyed the Greeks once and for all. For his deeds, they cast him into Tartarus, fearing the power he possessed. They thought he would turn against them. What they didn't know was this boy was special, chosen by God to become an angel, the first human to ever become an angel. It was said he would likely have been an archangel, one to rival even Michael in power and strength. But all that was lost when they cast him into Tartarus based on lies and deception. When he got there, he was pulled out and brought to the true Hell by Lilith who turned him into a demon, a powerful demon, one that may even surpass her in power."

Castiel looked up at the brothers expecting a reaction but only found them glaring daggers at him. His eyes widened slightly before he snapped his fingers again, returning their voices to them.

"Why didn't one of you intervene then? You pulled Dean out of Hell, why not save him?" Sam asked.

Castiel looked away making Sam even more confused.

"A few of us tried. But he was hidden from us. Those who tried did not have the power to find him. It would have taken an archangel to pull him from perdition but they were under strict orders not to."

Sam raised an eyebrow, "What? Why?"

"The same reason the Greeks banished him, Michael and the other archangels didn't want to be surpassed on the totem pole." Dean explained before Castiel could. The angel nodded his agreement.

Sam shook his head, wondering how stupid the archangels could be considering what their actions had brought upon the world.

"So what now? Do we go after him? Try and send him back to Hell or kill him? We don't have the Colt anymore so I don't know what we'll be able to do." Sam asked looking at Castiel for answers.

He shook his head, "He will be around New York. There is a camp for demigods there, the place he was raised. He will show up there as he looks for revenge. You cannot defeat him but perhaps you can save some of the children."

Sam looked a little surprised, "And what do we do if he comes after us? I mean, if he is more powerful than Lilith then we're a little out of our league, aren't we?"

Castiel didn't reply, instead he just looked at Dean who had been silent for the majority of the conversation, something Sam had just realized.

"He won't kill us," Dean said in gruff voice before he cleared his throat. "When I was in Hell, Percy was the closest thing I had to a friend in my forty years in there."

Sam's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He was about to speak before Castiel cut him off.

"When I pulled Dean from the perdition, he was hidden from my sight. Someone guided my hand to your brother. The only thing that could have done that was a demon. The demon who guided my hand was none other than Perseus Jackson."

-x-

The two and half days on the road had been full of two things for the Winchester brothers, tension and silence. Ever since Dean had dropped the bomb of befriending a demon while in Hell, the situation between the two brothers had gone from awkward to downright uncomfortable.

Sam felt betrayed that he was just finding this out from his brother while Dean was off in a world of his own, his thoughts drifting back to his time in the fiery pit of Hell. In particular, the conversations he had with a particular demon who he just found out was the reason we was able to be rescued by Castiel in the first place.

Soon enough, they came to a stop in front of a seemingly empty space. The only sign that they were in the right place was the Delphi Strawberries sign they had pulled over in front of.

Both brothers got out of the car as stood in front of the sign.

"Are you going to tell me what you meant by befriending a demon in Hell?" Sam finally asked.

Dean paused, staring to the top of the hill with longing, wishing he could just continue on without having to explain to Sam what it was that he meant. After a minute, he sighed.

"Percy was just this demon in Hell who would help me from time to time. After a while, we sort of developed a friendship. It's not exactly easy to explain. You had to be there to understand."

Sam narrowed his eyes, "Damn it Dean, I'm your brother, you can tell me anything. I get it, you were in Hell. But what exactly was it about this demon that was so great that you befriended him?"

Dean looked away, his mind lost in the memories of the four decades he spent inside Hell.

"He protected me Sam. God damn it, do you know what it is like to be strapped to a rack with a demon slicing you to pieces every fucking day for two decades? Percy showed up and stopped the torment. I don't know why but he is not someone we want walking the earth."

Sam looked at his brother in confusion, "How is this bad? If he protected you then he must be like Ruby and remember what it is like to be a human."

The elder Winchester brother felt his blood boil at the mention of the demon who had his younger sibling wrapped around her finger.

"Remember Alastor?" Dean snapped back. "Percy threw him around like a rag doll down in the pit. Alastor was a powerful fucking demon and Percy makes him look like a fly on the wall. I said he protected me, not that he wasn't evil. He just liked me for some reason but I've seen what he can do and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."

Sam stared at Dean in shock but Dean took off up the hill before he could be asked more questions. When they reached the top, he paused, unsure what it was they were looking for. Castiel said there would be some kind of camp for demigods but all he saw was open fields.

"You are being deceived by the mist." A voice said from behind Dean before he felt a hand on the back of his head followed by a rush of something. He stumbled a bit and turned around to find Castiel behind him and Sam looking like he just experienced the same thing he had.

"Now your minds are immune to its effects. Go inside, try and save the children but do not challenge Perseus, he is beyond the power of both of you." Castiel said before vanishing from his spot behind them.

"I hate when he does that." Dean grumbled while Sam just smiled wryly but couldn't help but agree with his brother.

The two walked forward a few feet and froze. An entire camp materialized in front of them as they stood atop the hill.

Sam looked to his right and saw a sight that made him jump. A dead dragon lay there bleeding from the mouth in front of a large tree.

"I think we're in the right place." He commented to which Dean just stopped.

Sam looked at his brother with concern before he too froze.

"Is that music?" Sam asked confused.

Dean frowned, "It's classic rock, we're in the right place."

Line Break

Chiron looked up at his former student with both sadness and fear.

"I am so sorry this happened to you Percy. Nothing can change what the gods did to you but this isn't you. You were the most noble and kind-hearted hero to ever come under my care, you are not evil Percy. This is not you; stop this before it is too late."

Percy's amused expression vanished as he glared at the old centaur.

"You speak as if you know me centaur. You didn't know me. None of you did. Do not presume to tell me what I am and what I am not. I knew you for less than a decade. I was in Hell for more than a millennium. A millennium spent torturing the souls of the men, women and children. You say you knew Percy Jackson? You knew nothing!"

Percy's milky white eyes snapped towards the crowd of demigods, "Nakamaura! Bring me the youngest child in this camp."

The campers looked around nervously, unsure who he was talking to.

Suddenly, a well-built woman appeared in the back of the amphitheater, a small child of no older than six held by the back of the neck, as she was brought in towards the front.

"Clarisse! What are you doing?" Annabeth yelled from her spot once again frozen at the front of the amphitheater.

Clarisse's red eyes turned to the minor goddess before the flickered into black, "Clarisse isn't home at the moment, can I take a message?"

Annabeth's eyes widened, "Who are you?"

Clarisse smirked, "Forgot how I sacrificed myself on Mount Olympus all those years ago? I'm not really surprised; you always were a self-centered bitch."

Annabeth stared in disbelief, "Ethan?"

Clarisse rolled her eyes, "Wow, you figured it out... You must be a child of wisdom."

Annabeth gasped, "What did Percy do to you too?"

Clarisse's body stopped. She pushed the small child towards Percy and Zoë where she fell at their feet trembling. Clarisse walked up to Annabeth and threw a hard right hook into her already injured face.

"What did Percy do to me? He saved me you stupid slut. When your mother and Zeus had my soul thrown into Tartarus, he was the one who found me. He was the one who saved me from the eternal torment at the hands of Kronos and his minions. Percy is my new lord who I shall serve for eternity. He is the one who made me immortal. He is the one who released my true form. He is my master and soon, he you will be yours and everyone else's if he wishes it so."

Annabeth just stared at Clarisse's body in disbelief until another voice spoke up as well.

"Same for me Annabeth." A small girl said as she stepped closer to where Clarisse stood in front of the shocked minor goddess.

Annabeth turned to look at the girl in confusion before the child smirked.

"Forgot about me as well? You lied to me Annabeth. You said I died a hero. You said I would go to Elysium. I didn't even get a chance to be judged before your mother had me thrown into the pit."

Tears began to fall down the daughter of Athena's eyes.

"No. No. Not you Luke. Please don't tell me you're one of them too."

The little girl narrowed her eyes, "You said I would find peace in the afterlife. All I found was pain and torment until Percy freed me. It's not Percy who is the monster. It is you. You and your filthy whore mother and the rest of the Olympians." She sneered until she saw Annabeth's expression change. "Oh, you don't know? Your mom has been fucking Poseidon for years. Apparently it's okay for her to be a whore but Percy doesn't deserve to be alive. She will pay for her arrogance. I promise she will have the flesh ripped from her bones before her immortal soul is slowly reaped as she whimpers in agony. She will. Right after Percy does the same to you."

Annabeth turned with teary eyes towards Percy who had the small girl pinned under his foot.

"What's wrong Wise Girl? Am I upsetting you?" He asked with a sadistic grin.

Before she could respond, a column of fire appeared in the amphitheater. Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth stood with tears in her eyes as she looked around as the dead bodies of Jason Grace and Silena Grace and then at the small trembling girl pinned under Percy Jackson's foot.

"Aunt Hestia, what a pleasant surprise." Percy said with a grin.

Hestia looked up at Percy with grief clearly evident in her features.

"What are you doing Perseus? This is not right. These children never wronged you. Please, I'm begging you, stop this now."

Perseus tilted his head to the side slightly and pressed his foot more firmly onto the girl trapped underneath it. He stared at the goddess for a moment, studying her closely before he spoke.

"Do you truly think I am here for revenge Hestia? Revenge is nothing but a slight perk that comes with the job. I am sure the angel told you what I am now. This is what I am now. I am someone who got unimaginable enjoyment when I slid the knife through Annabeth's child's back. I am not here to avenge what happened to me. No, I am here because I like killing people. It lights up my day, brings a smile to my face, it's my reason for living. There is nothing better than watching the life leave someone's eyes. To see the hopelessness and fear in a child's eyes, there is nothing more satisfying." He said seriously before his foot moved to the girl's throat and pressed down, snapping her neck effortlessly.

Hestia just stared at Percy uncomprehendingly for a moment before she shook her head, "The angel told us many things. Most importantly was that you were one of God's chosen ones, destined for greatness, to be an archangel and protector of the heavens before we ruined you."

Percy's smile threatened to split his face, "You think I don't know this already? My savior told me everything, not leaving out a single detail. Do you know what this means Hestia?" He asked excitedly.

The goddess just stared at him sadly.

"I am the one. The most powerful of them all, right up there with Lucifer. No person on this planet can kill me. No demigod, god, or mortal. Not even the angels have the power to defeat me. Only an archangel will have a chance. And they sit in heaven idly and watch me do this, do you know why?" He asked.

Hestia shook her head as fresh tears fell from her eyes.

Percy's hand shot up and the goddess lurched forward, her throat finding his hand as he held her in a death grip as he leaned down to her ear.

"Because they are scared Hestia. They are scared to face me. That means this world is now my playground and no soul, mortal or immortal is safe from my wrath, including you." He whispered.

Hestia's eyes widened, "Percy, don't. You can still fix this. Things can be forgiven. You can help us with this new threat." She pleaded.

Percy gestured Zoë over to him as he increased the pressure around Hestia's throat.

"You still don't get it Auntie. I am the threat. Zoë and I, we are going to tear this world apart and then salt and burn the ground so you filthy gods and mortals can never walk it again." He said sadistically.

He suddenly pushed the goddess back as Zoë's mouth opened and black smoke shot out and flew straight into Hestia's mouth. The goddess coughed for a moment before standing up straight as she locked eyes with Percy, her eyes shifting to the identical shade of white as his.

"Can I, my love?" She asked.

Percy smiled a bit, "You know I can't say no to you Zoë, ever. Do as you wish."

Hestia grinned and turned towards the campers, "Hello children! You all look frozen in fear. Let me help you out with that."

Hestia's hands shot up as columns of fire shot out into the gathered demigods who found themselves suddenly free, as they tried to scramble to safety to avoid the flames.

Dozens did not succeed as their clothing and bodies caught fire and they fell to the ground screaming in agony as they tried to put out the flames that were engulfing them.

Hestia suddenly snapped her fingers as a ring of fire wrapped around the outside of the amphitheater trapping the demigods inside and forcing them to watch their friends and siblings burn to death screaming in agony.

"No one gets to miss this show my dears. We are going to have ourselves a heart to heart and I find it very rude that you're trying to leave before I've said my peace." Hestia yelled as she hopped around excitedly at the looks of terror on the faces of the demigods.

Two burly looking children of Ares stepped up towards Hestia with their weapons out.

"We're sorry Lady Hestia but this isn't you anymore. That ugly bitch is inside you and this needs to stop." One of the demigods said as he held his sword out in front of him trying to gather the courage to attack.

Before Hestia could even react, the demigod cried out in pain. Hestia peaked behind the boy and grinned in satisfaction.

"Did you just call my wife ugly?" Percy snarled from behind the demigod, his hand imbedded in the boy's lower back. "I will rip you apart piece by painful piece you little piss ant. Go and grovel at her feet. For your words, I will take your kidney." He growled as he pulled his hand free, the bloodied organ clenched in his hand as the boy fell to his knees.

Percy turned to the boy's brother who was trembling in fear and tossed the organ at him as he tried to scramble back in terror only to have it bounce of his chest and fall to the ground as he tried to flee.

Percy turned back to the child of Ares on his knees as he struggled to breathe. Percy raised his hand and the boy's wound partially closed up and his breathing evened out a bit.

"Get back in your body Zoë, I feel company coming and I wish to welcome them properly." Percy said before turning back to the boy with an evil grin.

"Did you know that you get to keep your demigod powers when you turn into a demon?" Percy asked with excitement.

The demigod's eyes widened making Percy's smile turn into a full blow grin.

"Yes, now spending a millennium torturing souls, well, you learn a trick or two. Guess what fun trick I learned in my first decade?"

The demigod tried scrambling back but Percy's hand shot out and froze the demigod in his tracks.

"Do you how much of a human body is made up of water?" Percy asked raising his hand as the demigod's body followed suit. "More than I need." He finished before he clenched his hand together. The boy's arms and legs snapped and bent in unnatural directions as he fell to the ground writhing.

Percy twisted his hand as the boy screamed in torment. His skin began heating up and began to smoke and steam before Percy dropped his hand.

"You know, when I'm in Hell, I like to work to some music. What are you in the mood for? Me, I'm a fan of the classics. You know, Zeppelin, Journey, Foreigner, Skynyrd, AC/DC, Black Sabbath. What are you feeling?" He asked looking at the boy who just laid there breathing deeply.

Percy smirked, "No opinion? That's fine, I've got it covered." He said snapping his fingers as music began playing over all other sounds of the room. "Ah, much better." He grinned as he raised his hand again and the boy's body jolted upright and jumped to his feet despite the broken bones.

The demigod's screams were drowned out by the sounds of Foreigner's "Feels Like the First Time" blaring throughout the amphitheater as Percy's hands moved methodically, the camper's body following its movements in perfect synchronization.

Hestia began to slowly rise without notice from Percy or from Zoë who was watching him with sickening satisfaction and happiness.

The goddess raised her hands to blast him when Percy's left hand shot towards her without even a glance in her direction. Her body stiffened before she cried out in pain as her limbs twisted unnaturally in slow torment.

He grinned at the demigod and suddenly clenched his right hand tightly. His faced reddened and his eyes widened in panic before his head exploded in a shower of blood, brains and skull fragments, covering anyone with a ten foot radius.

Percy turned his attention to Hestia and closed his eyes with a smile on his face as he could faintly hear her screams of agony over the music.

Twelve flashes of light appeared around Percy, Zoë and Hestia as the Olympians, minus Artemis but plus Hades, showed up in full battle regalia.

"Wait for it!" Percy yelled as Zoë thrust her hands out knocking the gods back a few feet.

"This is the best part!" Percy yelled as he began singing along with the music.

"I would climb any mountain

Sail across a stormy sea

If that's what it takes me baby

To show you how much you mean to me

And I guess it's just the woman in you

That brings out the man in me

I know I can't help myself

You're all in the world to me." He sang along as the Olympians were forced to watch Hestia writhe in unimaginable pain.

Zeus opened his mouth but Percy flicked his wrist as ichor began to fall from the King of the God's mouth in large quantities as Percy prepared himself for the chorus with disturbing happiness and ease.

"It feels like the first time," he sang as Hestia arms were suddenly snapped back and ripped clean off her body.

"Feels like the very first time," her legs snapped in half as the goddess fell to the ground while Percy just prepared himself with a dance he stepped closer.

"It Feels like the first time," his body tensed up as if preparing for something big while Zoë continued keeping the gods back, knocking them backwards whenever they tried to step towards either Percy or Hestia.

It Feels like the very first time," Percy sang loudly as he brought both his hands together with authority. Hestia's midsection bubbled up like a small bomb had gone off inside her chest before she laid down unmoving.

The Olympians were forced to just watch before Hera gasped when Hestia's body flickered. It flickered a few more times before the goddess faded from sight and existence in general.

Percy spun around grinning and snapped his fingers stopping the music.

"Now that," he said with deep satisifaction, "was fun. A fitting song for the first god I've made fade. Now, who wants to be next?" He grinned as the Olympians turned pale.