Chapter XIX Well....Fuck

Percy grumbled silently to himself as he walked quietly throughout the camp. The veil of night had long since covered them in her chilling cloak, and nothing but the sound of birds in the distance and his light footsteps disturbed the silence. It was a nice quiet, very calming and peaceful, which was a rare thing within the walls of Camp Half-Blood. Not that he could properly enjoy it, anyway. There were too many voices in his head to let him bask in complete silence.

Jason had kept him busy the past week, calling him for discussions on certain problems, asking for his advice on how to fix certain things, asking for references on how things used to look, opinions, suggestions, all the like. Yes, Percy enjoyed his company and took the time to make Jason flustered whenever he could, but this was boring! Time was being taken out of his careful days to fix the camp he was planning to destroy. He was moving backwards and it annoyed him. He had been hoping to go out during the daytime, but over the past few days he realized that wasn't likely to happen soon, so he set his goals to nighttime.

It wasn't as if he needed his beauty sleep, but it was appreciated nonetheless when he got it. Otherwise he was just irritable and had a tough time thinking out problems.

And now be had Bust-Boy to deal with, ugh. Yes, he stayed out of their way, but Percy could constantly feel suspicious eyes on him. Watching him, analyzing him, just waiting for him to make a mistake. A small infraction, that was all that was needed. Not that Percy planned to let Bust-Boy get that, anyways. He wasn't stupid. Some days he did want to take a hammer and smash his head, pretending it was marble as blood splattered over his face and clothes, but alas, he couldn't do that just yet.

He edged himself along the border walls as he walked, making his way to the entrance archway. This is where it would begin to be a bit tricky, as this is where Bust-Boy favored to linger. Percy did his best to cover himself with shadows, but he wasn't sure how well he did. Soon, he could see him, leaning against one of the pillars of the arch, chin resting on his chest as he breathed.

Percy blew some hair out of his eyes. Hopefully, he was in a deep enough sleep for Percy to easily get out and back in when he came back. Mentally sending out a small vibration, Percy closed his eyes and waited for a response. When he was sure that Terminus was unconscious to the point of not being woken up by his small trespass to the barrier, he moved.

He felt the magic of the arch clinging to his skin. It was different from the light, friendly magic that would carass his face as he passed, the magic that was Thalia's tree. This magic was hostile; it didn't like him. He felt it humming angrily as it begrudgingly let him past, and practically felt it spitting him out once he crossed the border. He huffed, flipped off the invisible magic, and set off. So much trouble for this one little meeting he was hoping to achieve.

Of course, if things went as he hoped, this would continue to move the ball in his favor, drastically manipulating the game with him ahead of the carnage that would be left in the wake. He just had to find a monster and not kill it.

He wandered the woods for awhile, surprised at how long it took for something to come at him. He was a child of one of the Big Three, already enhancing his scent, making it more enticing, but since he was now partially a minor god, didn't that make him smell even more appetizing to monsters? Hmm. Maybe he should get a monster cook book to figure out how high his rating was now.

He could sense dawn on the horizon when something finally rustled the bushes to his right. He moved quickly away from the disturbance, neatly stepping aside as a little right rabbit came zipping past. Huffing, Percy turned on his heel and started to head back to camp. All that for nothing?

And then he heard it. The near-silent hiss of movement. He snapped his head around, just in time to dodge out of the way of an attack. It was nothing but a meek emposi, but anything catching him off-guard could be very bad. She circled him, spitting and hissing. Then she lunged for him again. Percy summoned Nightshade, who flung herself out of him and onto the snake-lady, immobilizing her. Smiling, Percy brushed himself off, facing the terrified emposi.

"Well hello there. Now, I just want to say a few things, then you can leave with your pitiful life.

"My name is Percy Jackson." Percy suspected that her eyes would have widened if she could move at all. "As you may have heard, I am on a mission to kill the majority of the Gods, including Zeus, and am planning to take over the mortal world once that happens. But, for this to work, I do need help from you monsters as a group alike. Of course, you shall get power in return. But this does take a lot of planning, and as sometimes I confuse myself, I'll keep it simple for you.

"I want you to spread a rumor that Oceanus is possessing me. Yes, the titan. I want you to tell everyone you know that Oceans is possessing Percy Jackson. Every monster you come across. I want this message to be known. I want it to seem like you lot are teaming up with him and the information got leaked. I want the Gods to know about it. But they mustn't know that I am making you say this. It must seem as though it was an involuntary. Now, I'm going to release you. Attack me, you die. Do nothing, you live." Percy whistled harshly, and Nightshade returned to him.

The emposi collapsed to the ground, breathing harshly. "Do you understand your orders?"

"Yessssssssssssssssssssss." She hissed, wheezing slightly. Percy smiled in satisfaction.

"Good, you are dismissed." Percy made a vague shooing motion, and after spitting at him shortly, she slithered off. Percy snorted and made his way back into camp. He'd wait a bit before his next outing, give the mill some time to turn, let the grapevine grow a little. In the meantime, there were a few things we wanted to inspect in hopes of finding something useful.

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He had been simply eating when it happened. When the bright sunshine took on a suspiciously green hue, and the pavilion grew silent in sync. He turned around, and there Rachel sat in her chair, mouth gaping open, green fog spewing from it, eyes glassy and unseeing.

"In the shadows he awaits, causing destruction in the skies,
Wearing a veil, a mask of lies,
Olympus, at his hands, its fate looks grim,
At his feet, someone with the power to stop him,
Unaware by both madman and saviour,
One man will stop his misbehavior."

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