For those who have never watched or read ror (pls do cuz you're missing out), yes that blonde dude up there is Percy's new daddy. As for the red haired woman, she's who I imagine Mnemosyne to look like.

DECEMBER 13
PERCY'S ORIGINAL WORLD

SALLY JACKSON KNOCKED ON THE door to her daughter's bedroom. In the background, Paul could be heard whistling over the sound of sizzling bacon from the kitchen.

"Percy!" Sally called out, knocking once more. "Come on, you need to wake up or you'll be late for school! Breakfast is almost ready!"

No response.

"Percy?" She tried knocking again.

Silence.

Worry bubbled in the pit of Sally's stomach. She tried to enter the room, but the doorknob rattled. Locked. A sense of foreboding started to sink in. Without another word, she sped over to the kitchen, passing by the dinning area where Paul looked at her in concern.

"Sally?"

"Percy's not answering and her door's still locked," she mumbled under her breath, rummaging through the drawer for the master key that would unlock any room in the apartment. She found it at last, the handle wrapped up in a bubble-themed washi tape courtesy of Percy.

She hurried back to the hallway and hastily unlocked the door. She swung it open and her heart sank.

The room was empty. Percy was nowhere in sight.

Paul approached her from behind, worry creasing his brows. "The window? Maybe she—?"

Sally tried to open the window. "No, it's locked from the inside. And her room was still locked too."

"Nico could've shadow-traveled here," Paul was quick to suggest, his brain wracking up possible theories as to how his stepdaughter could've disappeared while her room and window were still locked. "Maybe he needed her help with something and they shadow-traveled out."

"Without leaving a note?" She despaired, running a hand through her hair.

"An emergency?"

But Sally didn't think so. The horrible sensation of dread kept coursing through her veins. Her mother's intuition was flaring up. It was the same terrified feeling she would have whenever she sensed that Percy was in danger; that same instinct that always appeared whenever her little girl was being 'followed by strangers' or when Percy saw something odd that she couldn't quite understand—a monster attack waiting to happen.

"I need to call Chiron," Sally breathed out, already fishing through her pockets for a drachma to Iris Message him with. "I think Percy's been kidnapped."

On December 13 at exactly 9:42 A.M., the entirety of the United States had fallen to mayhem.

It was the moment Percy Jackson was officially declared missing and the moment Sally Jackson collapsed to her knees when Nico di Angelo came to her house to tell her that Hades couldn't find her daughter's soul anywhere within the world.

"She's not dead," Nico said, trying to appease her but it was no use. Sally wept into her hands, and the young boy could feel his own chest ache for her.

"...I'm sorry," he murmured. "But we'll find her, I swear we will."

"If she's not dead..." She began mournfully. "Then where could she be?"

"I don't know," he answered hesitantly. "My father doesn't understand it either. While he can't pinpoint where every soul in the world is located, he could tell whether that soul is still in the living world or in the Underworld. The issue is that my father can't find her anywhere. It shouldn't be possible."

"So—so someone's hiding her," Sally realized.

"That's what we think," Nico agreed. "But that's also where the problem lies. There's not many beings out there powerful enough to hide a demigod of Percy's caliber—least of all hide her from one of the Big Three."

"Poseidon was able to hide Percy from the other gods up until she was twelve," Sally murmured. "So you're saying... what? That it could be another Olympian? Or... no. Don't tell me—"

"—We're not sure yet," he said gently. "But if it's a Titan or... something worse, then we might have another war in our hands."

Poseidon will have one regardless, he thought grimly. He looked out the window and thanked the gods that Poseidon decided not to induce his wrath on New York—being his daughter and old lover's home and whatnot. The other coastal areas did not have that same luck.

It hadn't been that long since Percy had been officially declared missing, but Poseidon's anger had already taken the lives of hundreds all around the continent. It was so bad that Nico could almost taste the death lingering in the air. Earthquakes had split the earth open, and cities and towns were terrorized by floods and hurricanes.

Up above, the skies were stormy. He could already tell that Zeus wasn't happy with Poseidon's reaction. Nico could feel anger well within him. Was Zeus even doing anything to look for her?

He was pulled out of his thoughts when Sally let out another gut-wrenching sob.

Please Percy, he mentally prayed. Please be okay. Don't die now after surviving a war.

DECEMBER 13
SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

Anthonius was speeding through the streets of San Francisco with a plane ticket to New York and a single traveling backpack thrown in the backseat of his car. Up ahead, the skies were a stormy grey. As he drove across the bridge surveying the bay, he could see the dark blue sea churning threateningly. He idly wondered if an earthquake or a flood was about to hit.

After driving for a while, he finally reached the parking lot. Before leaving, he made a call to Rachel. It only took two rings for her to answer.

"Anthonius?" Her voice sounded.

"Rachel, I'm on my way to New York. I'm at the airport right now." He told her.

"Wait—huh? Isn't it a school day? Did you even tell your parents that you were leaving?" She asked, sounding frazzled.

"Of course I did," he rolled his eyes. "And screw school. I have A's in all my classes and I told my dad to tell the office that I've been hospitalized as a coverup."

"Are you sure...? I mean, it's the middle of the school year..." She trailed off.

Rachel couldn't see it, but Anthonius grimaced at the mention of that. He didn't like to dwell on it, but he knew his academics were all messed up thanks to the years he ran away from home and never went through any formal schooling. High school was important and he was definitely taking a risk by doing this (something that his parents had already warned him about), but he didn't care.

Percy was missing. Possibly kidnapped.

And the anxiety was driving him up the wall.

He hadn't calmed down since he received that Iris Message from Sally when he was still in bed. He was so sleepy that her words hadn't registered right away, but when it did, it felt like his whole world tipped over.

He remembered during their quest to venture the Labyrinth; everyone believed Percy had 'died' during the eruption of Mount St. Helens and held a funeral for her (which she promptly crashed less than a day later). It was the closest he had ever been to believing he had lost her, but this... this was different.

He didn't even know if Percy was dead, but the grief he felt now easily overshadowed the grief he felt during her funeral. At least back when he mistakenly believed she had died, he knew she would get to rest in Elysium. But now... nobody knew a thing. Not even the gods. Her soul was missing. Hades couldn't find it, couldn't sense it anymore.

She was just gone. And nobody knew how.

How could this have happened? Just four months ago they had finished battling in a war. It was supposed to be over. This was supposed to be their time to recover from everything they had been through.

So why did Percy have to disappear?

"...Anthonius?" Rachel worriedly called out to him.

He was pulled away from his thoughts. "Sorry. I was... forget it. How is Grover doing? I'd Iris Message him, but I'm sure he's already annoyed by the last ten IMs I gave him..." He tried to chuckle, but it just came out weak and feeble.

"He's fine—well, not 'fine-fine' of course, but he's still functioning if that's what you mean," she answered, and Anthonius felt his shoulders relax.

Grover's empathy link with Percy was the closest they had to knowing about her status. It was a well-known fact that if one person died, the other would either follow suit or fall into a vegetative state. Thankfully, Grover's newfound status as Lord of the Wild had given him enough power to avoid either of those terrible fates happening to him should Percy die, but he would still be able to sense it.

But Grover hadn't sensed a single thing. It gave everyone a spark of hope that maybe Percy was still alive out there. She was lost, but alive.

"He's been trying to reach out to her ever since the news came out," Rachel continued. "Nothing so far though..."

"Oh..."

Anthonius remembered years ago when Grover had been kidnapped by Polyphemus, he had used his empathy link to communicate to Percy through her dreams. It had worked successfully, but now something seemed to be blocking it.

Maybe she's just not asleep yet, he thought, trying to stay positive but he had to admit, he was beginning to sound pathetic.

If Percy were here, she'd snort and giggle at his predicament. "Dude, you're so desperate," she'd say. He'd glare at her and snap, "excuse me for being worried about you, seaweed brain!" and Grover would be somewhere in the background, begging them to stop fighting while nervously chewing on his tin cans.

Ah. The good old days.

"I'm about to head in now," he told her abruptly. "I've been on the phone for too long. I'll talk to you later, Rachel."

"Stay safe!"

He tapped on the red button and tucked his phone back into his pocket. He grabbed his bag from the backseat and stepped out, grey eyes surveying the parking lot for any monsters that were after him. When he was sure it was clear, he headed into the airport.

She's missing, not dead, he reminded himself, over and over again.

.

.

.

Far away in the cosmos, the three Fates stirred.

For the first time since the beginning of existence, fate had been tampered with.

Percy Jackson was never supposed to disappear from this universe.

‧₊˚✩彡𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟‧₊˚✩彡๋ ࣭ ⭑ ࣭ ⭑

"Sister Brunhilde, please, I don't think this is a good idea!" Goll shrieked in terror, clinging onto her sister's arm fruitlessly. The eldest Valkyrie wasn't deterred, she continued to walk with ease as Goll was dragged behind her. "I mean—the Tyrant's daughter?! What if she kills us?!"

"According to Lady Mnemosyne, Percy is a good girl so there's nothing to worry about," Brunhilde assured. "And I told you—" she lowered her voice "—the Poseidon she has as a father is much different than the one we know."

"How much different could he be?!" She wailed.

"Very different. Ah, there's Lady Mnemosyne now. Come, Goll."

Seeing the formidable looking goddess only made Goll freak out even more. Especially since they were approaching her now. The closer they got, the more desperately Goll tried to dig her heels into the ground, only to be effortlessly dragged forward by her eldest sister.

"Brunhilde," Mnemosyne greeted with a nod. Her piercing green eyes landed on Goll. "You must be the youngest Valkyrie sister, Goll."

Goll tensely bowed, trying to hide her shakiness. "L-L-Lady Mnemosyne," she said.

Mnemosyne raised a brow at the odd behavior but didn't comment on it. She turned back to Brunhilde. "I've already informed Proteus about our arrival."

"Good."

"However..." She trailed off.

Brunhilde paused. "...What is it?"

"I'm afraid we must speak to Lord Poseidon first," she finished with a grimace.

Goll immediately grew faint. Even Brunhilde could feel her metaphorical hackles rise.

"Proteus said the only way we can speak to Percy is through Lord Poseidon's permission," she explained.

"That's fine," Brunhilde said, but the stiffness in her shoulders made it evident that she was not fine with it. "It's understandable. We are asking to enter his territory after all." She figured if they tried to reach Atlantis without his allowance, he'd probably drown them or crush them through the oceanic pressure.

Mnemosyne nodded. She sent another weird look to Goll—who looked pretty much soulless at this point—and promptly teleported the three of them to Midgard.

Brunhilde had to suppress a shudder as the nice fresh air was quickly replaced by chilly waters that pressed against her whole body. She had been to underwater kingdoms a handful of times before, but Poseidon's was a first for her. As beautiful as the scenery was, she couldn't help but feel like she was treading in dangerous waters—literally.

Beside her, Goll clung onto her for comfort. Not that Brunhilde could blame her. They were about to speak with the most fearsome god in all the pantheons. It didn't help that he was famously known for abhorring humans, and the Valkyries were all demigods with a strong connection to humanity.

Even Mnemosyne was anxious as they approached they crossed the bridge and approached the massive gate that led to the entrance of Poseidon's palace.

"Perhaps I should do the talking," the red haired goddess said nervously.

Brunhilde nodded in agreement. "That would be for the best." Poseidon would be most displeased if he had to talk to the Valkyries.

They finally reached the gates. It opened automatically.

"Oh and," Mnemosyne paused before swimming through. She looked back at her companions. "Don't make eye contact."

The two nodded in understanding.

They entered the palace and were met with Proteus. He nodded in greeting and then, without a word, led them to the throne room where Poseidon was awaiting them.

Goll was still trembling by the time they reached the doors to the throne room. All three of them could sense Poseidon in there; his divine aura was oppressive, dangerous, and powerful. If Percy was there with him, then his presence definitely swallowed hers up.

Proteus pushed the doors open for them and walked in. They followed suit. Goll could feel a panic attack coming in when she caught sight of the blonde god seated at his throne. The three women reached the center of the throne room and dropped down to a bow, their heads facing the floor as they waited.

"Rise." He said, his voice cold and emotionless.

The three of them rose to their feet. Goll and Brunhilde made sure to keep their heads low.

"Lord Poseidon," Mnemosyne began. "We thank you for allowing us to enter your kingdo—"

"—Did I say you could speak?"

The temperature of the room dropped instantly. If they were humans, their flesh surely would've frozen over.

Mnemosyne clamped her mouth shut, her once calm expression breaking apart.

"Why have you come?" Poseidon questioned.

"To speak with your daughter, my lord," Mnemosyne replied, mentally sighing in relief when her voice came out strong.

"My daughter."

"Yes." She nodded, holding her hands together to hide how badly they were shaking. "After seeing her memories—albeit how little there are—I have become attached to the young girl. She is, after all, just a young baby. I wanted to make sure she was adjusting well to this new environment."

The iciness in his eyes never wavered. For a moment, Mnemosyne flashed back to the Poseidon in Percy's memories. While that Poseidon wasn't the best father around, he was like a saint compared to the Poseidon before her. That Poseidon, at least, was capable of showing care and empathy. This one... well, if she were a human therapist, she would diagnose Poseidon as a narcissistic psychopath.

"And why have you brought these Valkyries with you?" He asked, bringing her back to reality.

Mnemosyne gulped nervously. "Well... you—you see, my lord—"

"—Quit your stammering and answer me properly," he demanded. "My patience is thinning, Titaness."

"Forgive me," she quickly lowered her head in apology. "I have brought the Valkyries along as they share a somewhat similar connection to humanity like your daughter, being a mortal and all. I thought it would... bring her comfort."

This was what she had been so nervous about; reminding Poseidon about Percy's mortality, something that he obviously hated.

There was a very tense silence that followed after her words. Neither of the women dared to look up to face him. They waited with bated breaths; what would Poseidon do? Would he tell them to fuck off? Skewer them with his trident? Or—

"You have ten minutes." Was what he said, catching them off guard momentarily. "Proteus, where is she?"

"She is currently still in her bedchambers." The loyal servant replied.

"Take them to her. But they may only stay for ten minutes and no longer."

"Yes, my lord."

Before anyone could thank him, Poseidon gracefully rose from his throne and left the room. Finally, that oppressive atmosphere diminished.

The three women looked at each other, stunned. Poseidon had let them go. Did that really just happen?! Their faces practically screamed.

Proteus cleared his throat, "If you'd please follow me."

He led them up the stairs and around several hallways before finally stopping at a door. Behind it, they could sense Poseidon's aura, but a smaller, less dangerous version of it. Percy.

Proteus politely knocked on the door. "Princess?"

"Uh, yeah?" Came a feminine voice. Goll blinked. The voice sounded... nervous. Apprehensive. Lacking the formal and detached way of speaking Poseidon always used.

"May I enter? These guests have come to see you."

"Guests?" She sounded surprised. "Okay! Hold on, gimme a sec!"

There was a lot of shuffling that could be heard, as if the girl had spent the entire morning in bed and was currently trying to get up and look presentable. The door swung open a second later and standing on the other side was the least princess-y princess Goll had ever seen.

The first thing Goll immediately noticed was how un-Poseidon-like she appeared. She had none of his features. Instead of fair skin, blonde waves, and blue eyes, Percy had tanned skin, sea green eyes, and dark hair with a grey streak. Her expression lacked Poseidon's cruelty; there was nothing cold about her, instead she seemed to radiate with warmth. She seemed open and friendly, nothing about her screamed 'genocidal killer'. Literally, the only thing the two shared was the wavy hair texture.

The second thing she noticed? Her attire. She wore a pair of slightly dirty pajamas that consisted of cute whales splashed all over it. The adorableness of it all certainly helped Goll's anxiety calm down.

Proteus gasped, scandalized. "Princess! You didn't change out of those clothes?"

She blinked at him. "Huh?"

"You have clothes prepared for you in your closet, my lady!" He bemoaned, about three seconds away from weeping right then and there. "I hand picked them myself in the minimal time I was given! Were they not suitable for you?"

Her eyes widened comically. She quickly started waving her arms around, "Wait, no, no! I'm sorry! I didn't even notice the closet! I kinda just... went straight to bed and conked out! I'm sure your fashion senses are great!"

Oh yeah, this is definitely not our Poseidon's daughter, Goll confirmed. By now, her previous fear of Percy had drastically decreased to non-existent levels.

Proteus relaxed, shoulders sinking in relief. "Oh thank the gods," he placed a hand to his chest. "Well then, I mustn't delay any further. Princess, Lady Mnemosyne and these two Valkyries have come to visit you. Per Lord Poseidon's orders, this visit may only last ten minutes."

He bowed and took his leave, but the older women were very much aware that he was already counting the seconds. They quickly filed into Percy's room and shut the door.

"We need to talk, and quickly," Mnemosyne began sternly.

"Sure," Percy shrugged. "Also, hi, who are you?" She sent Goll a casual wave.

"Goll," Goll managed a friendly smile. "I'm Brunhilde's youngest sister! She told me lots about you, nice to finally meet you."

"I told Brunhilde everything," Mnemosyne said, noticing the confused look on her face. "And Brunhilde told her sisters, the Valkyries. Don't worry, you can trust them. They care greatly for humans and want to help you find a way back home."

Percy straightened up at the mention of her home. "Do you know how I can get back?" She asked hopefully.

To her great disappointment, they all shook their heads.

"We believe it has to do with the bifrost," Brunhilde started. "But we'll have to figure it out later. For now, we came to warn you."

"Warn me?"

"About your father," Mnemosyne said seriously. "Or, well, every god in general, but mostly him since you're living under his roof."

"Oh that," she grimaced. "I pretty much figured that out. He hates humans and all that stuff—"

"—That's not all," Mnemosyne cut in. "Demigods—or at least your concept of demigods—do not exist here. It is impossible for a human and god to procreate."

She frowned a bit, looking thoughtful. "Yeah... you mentioned something like that last night, but I still don't get what you mean. Didn't gods have a bunch of kids with humans all the time? Especially back in Ancient Greece?"

The goddess shook her head. "No. In this world, the humans have created myths stating the same thing—Heracles being a son of Zeus, Theseus a son of Poseidon, but such stories are all false. No human in history has ever given birth to a god's child. Human women are not designed to carry them and human sperm cannot impregnate a divine being. The idea of there being a child that's a perfect split between god and human is unheard of."

"So... Heracles, Theseus, Odysseus... all those heroes just never existed?" She wondered aloud.

"They have," Brunhilde answered. "But they were all born as full humans, not demigods like you. Heracles however..."

"Big brother Heracles ascended to godhood!" Goll exclaimed, grinning.

Percy did not share the sentiment. She grimaced.

"He's not the Heracles from your world, I assure you," Mnemosyne chuckled, having remembered that Percy had learned of Heracles through one of her deceased friends, Zoe Nightshade. "Our Heracles would simply be appalled by what the Heracles of your world is like."

"Oh?" Goll tilted her head. "What's your Heracles like, Percy?"

"I've never met the dude, but I've heard he's a bit of a jerk," she snorted. "Glad to know the one here is a lot better."

"You'd love him," Goll grinned.

"He was a demigod," Brunhilde cut into the conversation. They had a time limit after all. "As are me and my sisters. But like I said, our concept of a demigod is far different from yours. It's actually quite complicated and not easily understood as we don't have a clear explanation unlike in your world. My sisters and I were born immortal, but we have a slight... 'defect' you could say. Despite our divine parentage, we were born with souls. Something a god doesn't have. Heracles is the opposite. He was born a human, but attained the strength of a god, making him a demigod before he ascended to godhood. Buddha was a human who ascended to godhood, yet is considered a god rather than a demigod.*"

"That's, uh, really confusing... So what is a demigod here then?" Percy scratched her head.

"The common characteristic that separates us from the gods is that we all have a deep, inherent connection with Humanity," Brunhilde explained, but all it did was make Percy's head spin.

"...Yeah, I still don't get it," she admitted sheepishly.

Mnemosyne sighed, though she had a feeling that would be the girl's response. To be fair, demigods have yet to be fully understood.

Brunhilde shook her head in reassurance, "It's fine. What we must focus on is keeping you safe."

"Right now, the gods are aware that your soul is mortal," Mnemosyne said. "However, they believe you to be a godly child lacking in the divine essence that makes up a god. Should they find out that you are biologically half-human, they might begin to grow suspicious. You are already treading on thin ice with Poseidon. This might push him off the edge; Poseidon would never take in a human child. The only reason he's keeping you now is because he believes you can be 'fixed'."

"Which I can't," Percy scoffed. "Because there's nothing wrong with me in the first place. Gods, he's such a dick."

Goll sucked in a breath, eyes frantically darting to the door as if she was expecting said god to come barrelling through to kill them all. Brunhilde smirked, she liked the girl's guts. Mnemosyne could only sigh fondly, having witnessed the many times Percy had disrespected the gods. Usually she would be offended by that, but it was Percy so it was okay with her.

"The good news is that their confusion helps us," she continued. "Your existence confuses them and it will likely continue to do so. The more they try to learn, the more questions they might have and the more time they waste. We must take advantage of this. If they want to learn more about you, then fine, let them try and figure you out on their own and become lost in their own theories. As long as they believe that you can still be fixed and waste time trying to find a solution, you will be safe. Stalling will help prolong your survival."

Percy was nodding along, but there was still a frown on her face. "But then there's Poseidon..."

Mnemosyne closed her eyes grimly. "Yes. Him. He is the one we're the most worried about. I'm afraid there's a chance he might grow impatient and kill you regardless, so your best choice is to... well, appease him."

"...Appease him," she echoed, blank-faced. "Like... how?"

"Well, don't anger him like you're used to doing back to gods in your world," Mnemosyne instructed. "Poseidon believes himself to be perfect. As his 'daughter', he'll expect you to be so as well. So behave like a proper princess. Meet his expectations. Do not anger him. This will increase your survival."

She threw her head back and groaned. "Uuuuugh! I actually have to be nice to that guy? But he sucks!"

"Trust me, we're all aware," Brunhilde said dryly. "No offense, but I wouldn't want to be you right now."

"Yeah, you're in a really bad position..." Goll grimaced.

"Imagine having to be Poseidon's daughter..." Mnemosyne sighed sympathetically. "You poor thing."

"Gods, I'm so screwed..." Percy moaned. Of all the situations she got sucked into... why did she have to suddenly become the main character of an isekai manhwa?!

And I don't even get a super hot love interest, she inwardly pouted. Anthonius is all the way back in the other world!

Suddenly her stomach grumbled.

"You've been cooped up in your room all day and it's nearly lunchtime," Brunhilde pointed out. "Have you eaten breakfast yet?"

"Er, no," she admitted sheepishly. "I kinda just... camped out in the room to wallow in my misery."

"Of course you did," Mnemosyne muttered under her breath, as if she knew her best (which she actually did thanks to having lived through her memories).

"Our ten minutes are almost up, I'll make sure to inform Proteus to have you fed," Brunhilde promised. "Percy, gods don't need to eat and they have no idea how to take care of human children. You'll have to inform them that you require at least three square meals a day else you'll starve."

"Right, sorry."

Proteus came knocking a few seconds later and that was when they knew the conversation was over.

"Give us a moment!" Mnemosyne called out. Then she stepped forward and grasped her hand in hers. Percy could feel her discreetly slip a piece of paper into her palm. Brunhilde and Goll didn't notice.

"Stay safe, Percy," she told her. "And goodbye, for now," she smiled before drawing away.

They opened the door to see Proteus waiting for them. She, Brunhilde, and Goll began to depart.

Percy lowered the hand hiding the note and waved them goodbye with her free hand.

Be cautious Percy, Mnemosyne thought as she was led down the hallway. The gods here are much worse than your own.

Once the three ladies were gone, Percy quickly closed the door and unfurled the note. To her relief, Mnemosyne had written it in Ancient Greek for her to understand easily:

Do not let anyone know that you bear the Curse of Achilles. Keep it a secret should things go awry. It could save your life.

‧₊˚✩彡𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟‧₊˚✩彡๋ ࣭ ⭑ ࣭ ⭑

Brunhilde did as she promised and told Proteus that she was in need of food. It was super nice of her, but Percy had to wonder just how Brunhilde broke it down to him because the poor man was now freaking out over her. She idly wondered if she threatened him... but nah, Brunhilde looked too nice to go around threatening poor gods!

"—thousand apologies, Princess, I was so foolish, so stupid—could've gotten you killed—! I heard it was possible for mortals to die of starvation! Oh! If you had perished—oh gods, I could faint—"

"—It's okay, it's no biggie," she tried to reassure him. She didn't know if gods were capable of fainting in this world, but this guy sure looked ready to pass out. "No, really, it's fine. I should've told you in the first place, but I was, uh... too shy."

More like too busy moping.

"I'll make sure to get your meal ready," Proteus promised. "Is there something you'd like specifically? All of the chefs here are knowledgeable about the food humans eat so don't hesitate to make a request."

She thought about it for a bit. "Um... can I please have... blue pancakes?"

Thankfully, he wasn't deterred by the odd request. "Of course. I'll make sure it comes to you quickly. Please wait here for a moment."

Proteus left for the kitchens, leaving her at the very vast dining area—or the Great Hall.

Percy looked around, feeling a little awkward. The Great Hall was so huge, but so empty. There was a long table that could probably seat more than twenty people.

She knew that gods didn't eat—the gods back in her world didn't need it either—but she knew they sometimes like to eat during special occasions like parties or holidays. She wondered who these extra seats were for. He didn't really seem like the party type. Was this Poseidon really childless? And where was Amphitrite?

She was pulled out of her thoughts when Proteus arrived, rather quickly, with her food. To her delight, it was exactly the way she wanted it and more. A stack of blue pancakes topped with powdered syrup, sugar, and fruits. There was even a glass of chocolate milk for her too!

Because she was raised with manners and decency, she thanked him for the food. He bowed and left to do his other duties.

"Ohhhh, this is good," she said with her mouth full after taking the first bite. The best part? She didn't have to burn half of her meal as a stupid offering to the gods.

Around halfway into the meal, a large figure entered the room. She nearly choked on her chocolate milk when she saw who it was.

"What is the meaning of this?" Poseidon's monotonous voice sounded. His cold stare pierced through her. "There is no feast today, nor am I hosting a party. So why have you ordered my chefs to cook?"

It was Brunhilde's idea! was at the tip of her tongue, but she wasn't about to throw her under the bus.

"I... was hungry," she answered, which, now that she thought about it, sounded pretty pathetic. "I mean, uh, I need to eat at least three square meals a day."

"Like a human," he scoffed quietly. "How weak. Had you been born right, your meager survival wouldn't have to rely on daily consumption."

Good gods, this guy was an asshole.

"And why is your food blue?" He narrowed his eyes, staring down at her nearly finished stack of blue pancakes. "That is unnatural."

Oh great, he was starting to sound like Gabe now.

She forced herself to smile sweetly, not wanting her irritation to be shown. She was supposed to be a 'good daughter' after all.

"I asked for the chefs to make it blue because it's my favorite color!" She said with false cheer. And then, she slid the plate closer to his side. "Why don't we share, daddy?"

...Did she seriously just call him 'daddy'? Especially after he made it explicitly clear to address him as 'father' yesterday? Fuck it. Maybe if she acted cute he would spare her. She was just a 'baby' after all.

"Excuse me?" He raised an elegant brow.

"You like blue too, don't you? It's delicious! We should share!" She guessed that was his favorite color. He was wearing a lot of blue after all.

"..." No response. Just his cold, empty stare piercing through her soul.

She tried not to falter. "Or, uh, maybe your favorite color is green? Sea-green? I love that color too! It's my second favorite—"

"—I didn't come here to eat," he interrupted her coldly. "I am a god. I don't need to eat this trash."

Her smile fell. She could feel her anger building up now.

"Your chefs worked hard to make this, don't call it trash," she snapped.

His face noticeably hardened. She could vaguely hear Mnemosyne's voice echoing in her head reminding her: "Do not anger him. This will increase your survival.".

Oops.

Shit. Act cute, act cute!

"I mean!" She hastily bursted out, chuckling nervously while keeping a strained smile plastered on her face. "Your chefs are just sooo talented that they should be praised! You must've picked them out yourself, right, daddy? You sure are good at selecting the right people! Haha! Ha... Ha..."

She was sweating buckets now as Poseidon continued to stare her down. Her pained smile was still glued to her face in a desperate attempt to look 'too cute to kill', but right now, all she wanted to do was make a run for it. Or maybe beg for her life.

The Great Hall was enveloped in a tense silence. Neither of them spoke. Poseidon didn't blink and Percy's forced smile never faltered.

Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me, she repeatedly chanted in her head like a never-ending mantra.

Finally, Poseidon made a noise.

"...Hmph." It was a quiet snort that he somehow managed to sound elegant. She had no idea what was going on, but she swore she could see a flash of amusement cross his icy blue eyes.

Of course he'd be amused to see her indirectly begging for her life. What a fucking sadist.

"You are lucky I'm in a good mood, daughter," he spoke. "So I won't punish you for your insolence."

Wow, she'd hate to see him in a bad mood.

"I've come to inform you that tomorrow you will go to Helheim to see Beelzebub. He will see you over and find a way to fix you." He told her.

There's nothing WRONG with me you asshole! She wanted to scream. Maybe YOU should go see him to fix your shitty personality!

But of course, she would never say that out loud because she still needed to play nice to this guy.

"Great!" She forced herself to say instead, keeping that ridiculously bright grin on her face. "I can't wait to get fixed! Haha! So exciting! Yay!"

Oh gods, kill me.

She wondered what her friends would think if they could see her now. Anthonius would be so ashamed that he'd pretend not to know her. Thalia would be cackling. The Stolls would be videotaping her for blackmail. Nico would look away, stone-faced. Grover would probably be the only one nice enough to feel sympathetic; he too would act like a dumb little baby if it increased his chances of survival. He did, after all, pretend to be a cyclops' bride.

She pushed them all to the back of her head. As much as she missed them, she couldn't afford to get distracted around her 'father'.

"I'll leave you to your food then," Poseidon said, snapping her back to focus. "I expect you to wake up early tomorrow morning."

He walked out of the room at last. Once the door closed, Percy finally allowed her smile to drop, shoulders sinking back down.

She slumped against the chair, slowly sliding down until only her face could be seen above the table.

"Gods, I am so fucked."

— author's note —

* Ror's concept of demigods always confused me. From what I learned, in ror, demigod doesn't actually mean a child of a human and a god. Heracles was called a demigod because he drank Zeus' blood and gained godly strength while still human. Siegfried's information has yet to be explained. The Valkyries are immortal and clearly aren't human, yet are considered demigods. Since they never clearly explained how the Valkyries are considered demigods, I just headcanoned that it could be the opposite of Heracles' situation; they're goddesses with the 'heart' of a human.

EDIT 1/8/2025: I changed it! Instead of having the "heart" of a human, the Valkyries were born with souls while, in my fic, gods have divine essence instead!

And yes, Poseidon actually found her way of trying to kiss his ass amusing because he's just evil like that. But hey! At least he found her funny? It's an improvement, I guess 🙃

BEELZEBUB IS COMING NEXT CHAPTER!!!

Percy: My life sucks, I got isekai-ed like in the manhwas but I don't even get a hot love interest!

Awww don't worry Percy, you do get super hot love interests! It's the Devil 🙂 And your cousin 🙂 And your uncle 🙂 And your dad 🙂