Fredrick's POV:

oh shit oh shit oh shit oh fuck oh shit.

Not only is there one deity here but four of them.

"Nonne nos liberavit," The female I didn't recognize spoke again looking directly at me. She reminded me a little bit of Athena, in terms of the warlike look, but also more Roman, but direct looks wise there wasn't any similarities I noticed between her and the mother of my first child.

"Milady," Gwendolyn said from the entrance, and immediately started bowing.

"Non loqueris lingua antiqua, proles Romae," She asked again, but I had no clue what she was saying.

Then the woman, who looked very much like my daughter but a bit older and more tired, decided to speak in ancient Greek, which I'll translate for you since I know it. "Reyna, of course the child speaks the old language, she recognizes you as her lady of course, a job you only took up shortly before our capture and only the legion would know."

"ita vero, milady. I do speak the old language," Gwendolyn responded.

"Puer Romae pro his mortalibus interpretabitur," the unrecognized lady spoke again.

"Of course milady. I will translate for you," Gwendolyn answered. "she already asked which of you freed us."

I tentatively raised my hand thinking it be wise to answer a goddess truthfully.

"ita vero. Pueri gratias tibi dabunt pro reditu nostro," the male spoke this time.

"He...he says yes, and that children will give their thanks to you for returning them," Gwendolyn spoke.

"Nunc enim relinquendem est. Pueri praesidio indigent quod illis iam diu negatum est," he said, and the four began dissolving before us, before they completely disappeared.

"Uhhhh, what did he say?" asked one of the archaeologist nervously as we haven't exactly been respectful to the interior of the temple.

"Basically speaking he said he was returning to work," Gwendolyn answered, standing up and shaking in nervousness. "Anyway all the Latin translations are done. Malcolm has a handful of the Ancient Greek left, and we are getting the heck outta here."

"How long has it been since you began translating?" asked another.

"about 32 hours...don't worry Dr. Chase. Malcolm called your wife for you, and said that you were busy inside the ancient temple."

"IT'S BEEN 32 HOURS. IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN," shouted many of my colleagues, before checking their phones, and it turns out Gwen was right.

Welp I am probably a dead man when I return home. 

"Dr. Chase we should hold a press conference once we get confirmation of..."

"Don't need to await confirmation," said one of my British colleagues interrupting another British colleague. This one was showing me his phone, and the headline read; 'many prisoners found dead, all were convicted child predators, prison officials and inmates being questioned now.'

"So...we shouldn't have discounted what the Forgotten Hesperide wrote then," said one of the archaeologist.

"No shit, if he's already taken care of one..."

"make that two."

"No, three."

"No, four."

"No, five."

"Can we all please stop checking on that?" I asked, as most of my colleagues were checking the news on their phone and only coming up with stories about many many dead convicted criminals.

"Fredrick, people are mysteriously dying, and we might be the cause of it," my old professor said.

"And their is nothing we can do about it now...so far it appears he has only been targeting the prisons. We should release our findings to the press, and let us prey that he doesn't go beyond the scope he already commits himself to," I said, somewhat hoping that this Percy/Perseus God would stop at those convicted of crimes against children.

Malcolm's POV:

Thankfully not to long ago, we (read: I) finished the translations for Annabeth's father. It didn't take us long, but I don't think those history buffs realized how long they were down in the temple given how Gwen returned from updating them.

"Percy is going to kill a lot of people isn't he?" Gwen asked as we were walking our way to the airport with our stuff, leaving the whole mess of this behind.

"He was raised by the huntress and her hunters...I don't think he will kill people but monsters, who are genetically human...well that's a different story," I answered. I know Percy will likely show them no mercy...I hope he just gets to my bastard father before he does anything more to my little sister, which is part of the reluctance I had to coming here...and maybe part of the reason I was being mean to Annabeth's father.

Before I left, well lets just say the old man had a bit too much of the bottle, and ever since my step-mother died in childbirth the bastard hasn't been the same. While he knows not to cause shit when I'm there after I kicked his ass after threatening my little sister, I don't know how he'll be after I've been gone a few days during the school year, where my little sister doesn't have many options for staying out of the house. He hasn't went below the belt as to my knowledge, but he has certainly looked at my little sister in ways a father shouldn't look at any of their children.

I was looking at the screens in the airport which pretty much had on either the BBC or the local news, though both stations were being overtaken by numerous reports of many dead prisoners, all with similar convictions and on the scroll bar that there will be an announcement on the 'discovery' made by Dr. Chase here.

"He works fast," Gwen stated.

"That's an understatement. At least 40 prisons already, and who knows how many more that are being covered up because of the charges on the dead or an extermination of the detainment grounds," I replied.

"You think he offed some guards as well?" Gwendolyn asked.

"Do you think some guards were protecting their prisoners from him?"

"Touché, Pace, Touché."

"Boarding group 3 for Heathrow is now boarding," an announcement came from over the intercom system at our gate.

"Let's go Pace, the quicker we board the quicker we can get home," Gwen said before dragging me off, with a bunch of concerned looks from others in the terminal.

"I think they think we're dating," I whispered to Gwen, who looked like she was about to lose her composure and laugh.

Time Skip: Sixteen tons and what do I get, another day older and deeper in debt.
Me: *Whips Time Skip* NO SINGING. BACK TO WORK OR YOU'LL GET IT WORSE NEXT TIME.

We were in the air on our flight from Heathrow to JFK when the news finally reported on the findings of Dr. Chase and his team. "We have discovered here a treasure trove of ancient text, from various known and unknown writers," one of the archaeologist who I recognized as douche number 5 was saying. "We have had the works translated into English, and our working on verifying their translations with numerous other universities around the globe. So far the translations we've had been able to verify are all correct, and open a deeper and completely changed understanding to our knowledge on the ancient religions of Greece and Rome."

Then the video cut to 'Dr. Chase,' who likely wouldn't be a PhD holder if not for Mom's interference. "We also have some concerning news to break to the world. Given what we have recently seen in the news and have also translated here. We may have accidentally cursed those who would do wrong to children. There was an old sheet covering a statue in the middle of the room, when we removed the sheet and after the dust settled, we saw the statue of the deity of this temple, and after gaining our bearings from witnessing the statue, it started to dissolve."

"How do you suppose that you've cursed those who would harm children?" asked one of the reporters.

"This temple appears to be dedicated to a god associated with the Goddesses Artemis and Hestia, and through all of the stories we have uncovered of him in his temple, even from the likes of Ovid and Homer, they all have given him the title of protector of children," Dr. Chase answered. "We'll be taking no further questions at this time, and I personally will be calling my children to see how they've been," Dr. Chase added walking off from the press like confrence.

"well that's not good," I muttered.

"I got something worse for you," Gwen stated.

I looked up and saw that Percy was walking down the aisle of this flight. FUCK FUCK FUCK, WHY? MOM WHY COULD I JUST NOT HAVE A NORMAL DAY FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE.

"So are we gonna witness a murder or not," Gwen whispered to me, but I knew Percy could hear it, given the fact that one he's a god now, and two, he started smirking at us right before he took a seat next to a young child who looked very uncomfortable sitting next to a fat man in a suit.

"we are probably going to witness a murder," I whispered back.

Bonus: 14 I'm scared.
Me: I know lil dude, I know. Percy loses his cool a bit doesn't he.
Bonus: *Nods* uh huh, I don't want to share it though
Me: It's ok lil dude, I'll be here with you the whole time and I can get you more Musics afterward
Bonus: *Bear hugs me* Ok *buries his face in my bosom*

Me: Incase it wasn't clear this your warning for some bloody violence ahead. Though I did tone it down a bit from what I originally had thought of. TLDR at the very end.

I dissolved myself straight to where I felt the highest concentrations of those who have wrong my charges, meaning I found myself in various prisons. I saw red, lots of red. Then there was lots of corpses added to the credits, I think if my math is right after consolidating myself into one form again the numbers are some where in the tens of thousands.

Then I started going to the lesser concentration but still above average concentrations of those who've wronged my charges, and brought Thalia with me as I effectively found myself at this open air style prison with just those who've wrong my charges, and those charged with making sure they don't escape their former prison, but now slaughter house.

"YOU HOW DID YOU GET HERE," a guard shouted as I was noticed after teleporting inside with my woodchipper from Hephaestus.

"I am not here for you mortal," I said off handedly waving him off, and slightly using my powers to subdue and restrain him. Then I fired up the most beautiful creation I think my uncle has ever made, which drew the attention of everyone else. The prisoners froze in fear, whereas the guards went into a state of shock and yelling orders at me to turn it off and put my hands up.

I sighed, as I grabbed the nearest of the ones who've harmed my charges and raised him up. "You know what you did," I said to the scum raising him off his feet by his hair.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he tried and cowered away as best he could.

"You see, I know what you did. After all you did it to some of my charges when I was in a...unreachable state. However, since I could not protect my charges then, now that I am back and returned to them, they shall be avenged," I stated to the cowering scum that should not be considered human.  "So shall we go feet or head first?"

"FEET. MAKE IT SLOW AND PAINFUL," Thalia shouted, rather too excitedly, and making herself visible to the mortals.

"I prefer crucifixion, stoning or bludgeoning, but I am open to new methods if this proves effective," Reyna stated rather calmly, also making herself visible now.

"Any last confession you have can be saved for my uncle, though I do hope he allows the blursed ideas of my charges you've harmed be done onto you in the afterlife," I said, as I slowly started lowering the scum into the wood chipper.

For the next few minutes all we could hear were the screams of the first to die by my new found favorite method of disposal. I realized early on that He'd probably naturally die of blood lost before good ol woodchippy would get to any fatal parts, so I paused his blood flow where the woodchipper was eating away to make it last all that much more longer before he got to go visit my uncle.

"Percy Dude, I'm not even allowed to collect his soul now thanks to you," Thanatos said, though I know he wasn't visible or heard by mortals. I just shrugged not caring if Thanatos is delayed.

Then I started seeing the Keres arrive. "And now my sisters are here...come on dude, You're supposed to be my best dealer now," Thanatos whined.

"I do not care for delaying you in your duties here Thanatos. I just want to ensure this...scum gets to experience all the pain and more of the underworld before he even arrives." I replied, much to the cheers of the Keres who started to eat at the blood and guts flying out of the output side of the woodchipper.

"More violence, more blood," they called for, as the man was now just starting to get to get to his vitals of lungs and heart in the input side.

"Who volunteers as next?" I asked looking around the prisoners and forming a wall of solidified water, not ice, around the prison keeping all from either entering or leaving.

Time Skip: Imma just...for the kid
Me: ok fine. But this doesn't get you out of your punishment Time Skip

I just finished up with the last of the prisons I could sense heavy concentrations of those who've wronged my charges, before deciding to check on all the family and family of family through milady the totally not stalking her family Hestia, and if you say she is I will find you and introduce you to my friend woodchippy.

Thankfully, nothing was going on that I would have to interfere in. I've already told the demigods that they have my permission to beat the shit outta their mortal parents if they start causing them problems. Some like Malcolm have already done so, while others brandished a mortal knife and chose the diplomatic approach after threatening to use said knife, and the rest either stayed at camp or didn't have those sorts of problems at home.

Though this leads me to checking on Malcolm's little sister as I know he said something about keeping an eye out on her, and now that the avenging is out of the way, and maybe some sub conscious protecting, now comes the active protecting.

Checking in on the girl, all I could sense was a sense of fear and dread, so I instantly popped into the front room to see a raging alcoholic and a girl rounding the corner up the stairs and likely to her room. "YOU, WHERE'D YOU SEE THAT LITTLE BRATTY SLUT RUN OFF TOO," shouted the alcoholic. Welp Malcolm I shall expect payment in the form of sacrifices in a business day.

"My charges are no longer of your concern scum," I stated plainly and cracked my knuckles.

"Oh so you wanna buy the bra..."

He didn't get to finish his statement as my fist went flying and grabbed his spine from the front side through the mouth. "You see a funny thing about the mortal body," I started, as I began to apply pressure to the spin. "All it would take for me to end you now would be to squeeze just a little more, but that could be to quick. Oh no no no. What you've done to your children and especially your daughter today, well...I think I should just rip away your spine and brain from the rest of your body...that way you get to feel all the pain, yet I have to hear none of the noise as you slowly feel the presence of Thanatos collecting you from lack of oxygen to your brain," I said, as I gave a quick hard and firm yank of the spine upwards and the spine and head separated themselves from the rest of his body.

Now it was time to comfort one of my charges, perhaps bring her to mom if that would be best for her, and also tell Malcolm of the events.

So I separated myself into two forms and upon arriving on the plane Malcolm was on, I could immediately sense one who has harmed one of my charges already, and that scum was also near another of my charges who was internally panicking. Guess my job won't end until I clean a lot of shit up off the streets.

Me: *gets Bonus more Music for his music box*

TLDR; Percy is the god of protecting children and was granted a woodchipper. What do you think he would do? Some one harms his charges in an inappropriate way and they don't get introduced to his new friend the woodchipper. No. They get introduced, and not in the quick way either. But the slow long and painful way.

Bonus: *pops his face out of 14's bosom* is it over now 14?
Me: yeah lil dude and I add some music to your music box too. You did a good job and I am so proud of you for getting through your first TLDR;
Bonus: what's that?
Me: oh it's something we offer to the readers so they don't have to read all the violence if they don't want to.
Bonus: ohhh...frens are lucky then they get that offer.