WARNING: SMUT!!!! LIKE THE FUCKING KINDA SMUT!!!! It'll be noncon because ofc it is. Oh and there's also a bit of cannibalism!

Also, this chapter is 9k words so enjoy!

AUGUST 18
ZEUS' PALACE, MOUNT OLYMPUS

ZEUS' WRINKLED FACE BROKE OUT into a grin as he stretched his feeble arms out. There was a poof and suddenly he was bigger and stronger than ever, his new form allowing him to tower over his wife and son.

"August 20th! We're just two days away!" He exclaimed giddily. "Aren't you two excited?!"

Hera gave him a dry look. "No. We have this meeting every thousand years."

"That may be so, stepmother, but I believe what father is excited about is the fact that the fate of humanity is nearly sealed," Hermes smiled slyly. "For countless millennia, the voting has never once been close to a majority but over time we're getting closer to what we truly desire."

"The gods are becoming more and more disgruntled by humans since the last Gods' Council!" Zeus exclaimed. "Now I'm sure we'll get a near unanimous vote! Ohhhh I can't wait! I'm so pumped! I wanna kill them all! Do you think I should strike them down with a huge thunderstorm? No, wait, I need to leave some room for the other gods to cast their own punishments! Maybe I can just grow really big and stomp on one of the countries*?! Oh man, I can hardly wait!"

He squealed, jumping for joy around Hera. Every time he landed, he made huge dents on the floor, creating a bunch of cracks that circled her.

"Cut it out!" She barked, swatting him on the arm. "You're ruining my floors, dammit!"

He ceased at once, pouting dejectedly like a kicked overly muscular puppy. "...Sorry..."

Hera grunted, crossing her arms. "Honestly, I just want to get this over with already. The spirits up here have been getting on my nerves. I hate having to share the Heavens with them! It's about time we get rid of all of them."

"Just two more days!" Zeus squealed. He turned to Hermes, eyes practically twinkling. "You have the formal invitations ready, my boy?"

"Of course, father." He replied smoothly. "I'll be ready to send them off once you say so."

"Good!" Zeus started clapping his hands together, grinning childishly. "Send it to everyone right away! Oh, but..." At this part, he quieted down, his face turning into an uncomfortable grimace. "Be more lowkey when delivering Poseidon's. Make sure Percy's not around for it. You know how she is when it comes to humans..."

A heavy silence filled the air.

Ever since THAT incident several months ago, Percy's condition was treated with the utmost delicacy. Any emotional duress or physical exertion could make her worse, and they knew that if Percy heard any word about the upcoming end of humanity, it could push her over the edge and that was the last thing any of them wanted.

"Perhaps it was for the best that they moved up here then," Hera sighed. "If she were still in Midgard, she would've had front row seats to the carnage." And as for the carnage up here in Valhalla, well, the gods and human souls were already segregated so there were low chances she could witness the destruction of the souls too.

Hermes bowed. "Not to worry, father. I promise to exhibit the utmost secrecy when delivering the letter to Lord Poseidon."

He was gone in a flash.

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ODIN'S PALACE, ASGARD

"August 18..." Göll said sadly. "Today's supposed to be Percy's 18th birthday... and she can't even celebrate it. Sister, do you think Lord Poseidon would let us—?"

Brunhilde grimaced and shook her head. "Absolutely not. Ever since her... her soul started ripping itself apart, Lord Poseidon's never let her out of their palace once."

"A self-destructive soul..." Göll shuddered at the thought. "Have you ever heard of such a thing happening?"

She frowned. "No. But I fear Percy will really cease to exist if her soul continues to self-destruct in such a way... I believe it has something to do with her being here. Maybe the fact that she's from another universe, yet here, could be the reason why her soul is acting like this..."

Göll looked down, troubled. "I know that Lord Beelzebub said that he would find a way to take her back home but... I don't know, something tells me he's not really doing that..."

Brunhilde fell silent, but she too, could see where Göll was coming from. The reliability of Beelzebub had been brought to question many, many times, and neither she and her sisters and Mnemosyne felt like they could trust him a hundred percent. Yes, they knew that Percy had originally told them that Beelzebub planned to use the Multiverse for his own schemes and that was why he was helping out, but Brunhilde couldn't help but feel that something about the Lord of the Flies had changed...

She shook her head. "Nevertheless, we cannot afford to worry about Percy right now. As long as Lord Poseidon's taking care of her, she'll be fine... for now. We have more pressing matters to deal with. We are only two days away from the Gods' Council."

Göll started to pace around the floor in front of her.

"M-maybe we shouldn't be doing this..." She fretted, practically wearing a hole on the floor at this point. She sounded several seconds away from breaking into hysterics. "Besides, how do we know that we'll get a near unanimous vote this time? Humanity might be spared again!"

Brunhilde shook her head. "I doubt it. Just look at the stats, sister."

She tapped on her phone and a hologram appeared before them. It showed the percentage votes of the past five thousand years.

"Five thousand years ago, 30XX BCE. We had 86% against the annihilation of humanity and only 14% voting for it. Four thousand years ago, 20XX BCE. It was 74% for it, and 26% against," she began.

"That was when Heracles joined us," Göll couldn't help but mumble, thinking fondly of the man she saw as a big brother figure.

She hadn't been born yet when that happened, but she heard all about it. Despite humanity gaining the majority win, the gods still saw it fit to punish them some way—as they always did whenever the vote to spare them won the majority. It had been decided that the city of Thebes along with everyone in it would be destroyed as a form of punishment, but Heracles had saved them all just in time, having just drunk Zeus' blood and becoming a demigod. After successfully finishing the Twelve Labors, he gained most of the gods' respect and ascended to godhood.

"Yes," Brunhilde smiled a bit. It was an admittedly good year for both the gods and the humans. But unfortunately, Heracles' presence wasn't enough to make the gods ease up on mankind.

She moved on to the data of the next millennium. "Now, three thousand years ago, 10XX BCE. Heracles did his best to help bridge the relationship between gods and humanity, but the votes still leaned towards destruction. It was 72% for it, and 28% against."

She swiped to the next date.

"Two thousand years ago, XX CE. Down only by 5%. 67% voted for the end and 33% for. And now... last year's meeting back in 10XX, there was a big drop in numbers. It was now down to 51% voting for the annihilation of humanity and only a mere 49% wanting to spare them." She said solemnly.

She let the hologram disappear, her face stony.

"As humanity continues to advance, the gods' hatred for them only grows stronger. I know with certainty that in this year's Gods' Council, there will be a near unanimous—possibly even fully unanimous—vote for the end of humankind. We must enact our plan now."

"Okay," Göll's voice was now a mere squeak of terror, but she nodded, trying her best to brave it out.

Brunhilde took a deep breath.

In two days, the Gods' Council would vote for the end of humanity, that much was certain. The relationship between mankind and their creators had long since fallen, with gods growing tired of having to share a space with the 'inferiors' they created and humanity growing sick of the gods' constant abuse. Even after a majority of the gods had left Midgard centuries ago, leaving humans to be ignorant of their existence, the human spirits residing in Valhalla and Helheim were forced to endure the ongoing mistreatment from them, and frankly, they were sick of it.

Judgment day would come, and soon, so would Ragnarok.

"What about Percy?" Göll suddenly asked. "Should we try to find a way to tell her?"

"No," Brunhilde shook her head. "Let her remain ignorant. It's for the best. She needs to stay underwater and rest as much as possible. Something like this... a clash between the gods and humanity... it would only make her worse. The soul is a delicate thing, Göll. We must not fracture it further. And she is young. Just a child, regardless of Mnemosyne's words of her past. She's done her fighting, let her be a child. I do not wish for a child to be involved in this. It's best that she remains safe and away."

Göll nodded in agreement. "Right. Understood, sister."

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"Poseidon, I've never seen this before," Hades told him grimly. "Her soul—it's being chipped away."

Poseidon didn't reply immediately. His eyes were still wide as he stared wordlessly at his daughter's still form. After she had passed out—after she had coughed up so much of her blood—the other gods were spurred into action. Apollo had picked her up and took her straight into some tank that he had apparently made and laid her on the bed.

"She heals better in the water," was what Apollo told him. And Poseidon could only stare blankly, still reeling in shock. She healed better in the water... he didn't know that. He wasn't even sure there was a time where she ever needed healing. Sure she had passed out after the Fates whisked her away, but all she needed at the time was rest.

But this... this was different.

Percy had coughed up blood. She had never done that before. He had never even seen her bleed. As delicate as she was in her mortal state, he had never seen her so much as prick herself.

"—seidon. Poseidon." Hades was calling out to him, pulling him away from his thoughts.

Blood. Red, hot blood. The blood of a mortal.

"Poseidon," Hades shook him gently.

"...What?"

"It's her soul," he repeated. "Her soul is chipping itself away. I couldn't see it before, as that's one of my more limited domains, but I see it now. The first crack has formed. And according to Anubis, he fears it won't be the end of it."

"My lord," Proteus called out to him quietly, and Poseidon came into focus, vaguely sensing Hermes' presence somewhere on the surface.

"Lord Hermes is here to see you. I believe he's here to deliver you the formal invitation to the upcoming Gods' Council."

Poseidon nodded. "And my daughter?"

"Still asleep in her bedchambers, my lord."

"Good. Make sure she stays there. Do not inform her of Hermes' visit or what he delivers to me." He ordered.

Proteus nodded dutifully, and Poseidon teleported away.

Anubis was still inconsolable as he watched Percy remain bedridden inside the tank. He had been one of the quicker gods to act, quickly snatching Percy's bracelet off her wrist only to start screaming about her soul. He was the first to notice what had happened to it.

Poseidon stormed towards him and slammed him against the wall. "Her soul. Tell me what you see." He demanded.

"It cracked!" He wailed, tears streaming down his face. "It cracked, and now she's gonna die and go to Niflhel!"

"Quit your weeping and tell me what you mean!" He shouted.

"Poseidon—" Hades tried to pull him away.

"—Don't touch me!" He seethed, shooting him a baleful look before directing it back to Anubis. "Answer the question!"

"Her soul is starting to break apart..." Anubis explained, his voice shaky. "It was only shaking at first, but now it's—"

"—Before?" Poseidon's voice was as cold as ice. "You mean you've noticed that something was wrong before and you did NOTHING?!"

"I didn't understand what was happening back then!" Anubis squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head profusely. "Percy was wearing Loki's bracelet, so I couldn't see anything. One day, I removed it and caught a glimpse of her soul. It was... shaking. Erratically. I've never seen souls do that before. When I asked her about it she said she felt fine!"

"Lord Uncle," Artemis bravely spoke up, trying to hold back a shudder when his mad eyes turned to her. "After Percy escaped from Helheim, she stayed with me for a while," she admitted. "For the first few days, Percy was fine. But then one day... she didn't wake up until a week later. Even after waking up, she remained weak and feeble. I called my brother to take her in and watch over her."

She glanced over at the tank where Apollo and Beelzebub were inside, both working together to frantically fix whatever had happened. But Percy remained still and unconscious.

"He was able to heal her back to good health," she went on. "But it was only temporary. Apollo kept her here in Delos so he would be nearby in case another episode happened, but as the weeks went on, the occurrences started to appear more frequently for longer periods of time, and my brother's healing wasn't working as quickly anymore."

"And then this happened..." Loki finished dully, eyes still wide with shock.

"Yes," she said grimly. "We didn't know it was her soul that was the problem at first. We just assumed it was a mysterious illness that she could've gotten during her stay in Helheim—"

"—How dare you!" Anubis snarled, trying to lunge for her only for Poseidon to shove him back against the wall. "I made sure she was treated well when she was with me! I would never let her get sick under my care!"

"I wasn't trying to say otherwise, Lord Anubis," Artemis said placatingly. "I only meant to explain our assumptions."

"And what happened afterwards?" Loki pushed the conversation along impatiently.

"My brother learned that the source of all this could be her soul," Artemis said.

"And he turned out to be right." Poseidon said, his voice hollow.

Poseidon appeared on land, Hermes already standing before him with a low bow.

"Lord Uncle Poseidon, I've come to deliver this to you." Hermes murmured. He straightened up and held out an extravagantly made envelope with the symbol of Zeus on the wax seal.

Poseidon took it, already knowing what it was.

Hermes bowed once more, and was just about to leave before he hesitated.

"Lord Uncle?" He called out.

Poseidon said nothing, but didn't leave, allowing him to speak further.

"How is Percilla doing?" Hermes asked carefully. "We haven't heard from her in a while... We're quite worried. Is she getting better?"

"My daughter's soul is chipping away as we speak and it will continue to do so until she's fully wiped away from existence," Poseidon said coldly. "What do you think?"

Hermes lowered his head in apology. "Forgive me for the foolish question, Lord Uncle."

"Leave before I decide to kill you."

Hermes left without a word.

Poseidon joined Apollo and Beelzebub in the tank.

"Well?" He demanded, his voice uncharacteristically shaky despite the anger. "How is she?"

"We did as much as we could," Apollo said quietly.

"And her soul?"

"Still breaking," Beelzebub said stoically. "Slowly, but surely."

Despite the panic he had shown earlier, he was now back to his usual apathetic state. Poseidon begrudgingly admired his ability to keep his cool because right now he felt like he was breaking apart alongside his daughter's soul.

"Is there any way to stop it? Or restore it back to what it originally was?" He asked.

"No," Beelzebub said curtly. "There is no way to stop it. Anubis has already tried, but he has failed. And I'm afraid that it'll be the same for any other god that tries."

Poseidon fell silent. For the first time ever he didn't know what to do. He wanted to take his anger out on everything that moved, but that wouldn't change his daughter's state. He wanted to find another god and demand that they fix his daughter, but that wouldn't work either.

But then...

"The Fates." He said tensely. "They must know something—"

"—I already tried that," Apollo whispered. "The second I learned that it was her soul that was the issue, I thought that perhaps if I found a way to ascend her to godhood, she would be saved. But I do not have the power of ascension, so I went to them for help."

"And?" Poseidon asked immediately.

Apollo's face fell as he shook his head. "They refused to. They said it should be her choice. But that wasn't all. I asked to see her future so I could know how much time she would have left, and they... they showed me these awful things..."

Beelzebub was staring at him intently.

"They gave me these visions... and a prophecy," Apollo stated. "I heard a prophecy."

"Prophecy?" Beelzebub suddenly demanded, his voice now dark and no longer as apathetic as before. The water in the tank turned cold as he appeared before Apollo in a nanosecond. "What was the prophecy."

He recited it, "Seven half-bloods shall answer the call, To storm or fire the world must fall. An oath to keep with a final breath, And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death."

"Seven half-bloods?" Poseidon narrowed his eyes. He had a feeling it was talking about demigods, and while there were a handful of those, his daughter was the only true half-blood around.

"I fear her soul breaking is the least of our worries," Apollo waved his hand and a series of paintings appeared before them.

Poseidon scanned the paintings of unknown children—humans, most likely due to their disgusting imperfections. He saw other questionable things too; an old man wearing a Midgardian janitor attire, a woman's face on the dirt, the statue of the Athena Parthenos, and even a drawing of a flying Greek warship.

The whites of Beelzebub's eyes were turning pitch black from anger. He snatched one of the paintings of a blonde boy with grey eyes, nearly ripping it apart in his grip.

"You... saw him...?" He asked, breathing heavily. Poseidon would've regarded him suspiciously at how... uncharacteristically emotional he was becoming, but he remained quiet and continued to survey each painting.

"Yes. He appears a lot with Percy," Apollo said tensely with poorly hidden rage. "And he's also the reason for this."

He waved his hand again, and another painting appeared, one that made all of their ichor run cold.

It was a dark painting, with a huge, bottomless hole in the center. He could see the tiny figure of his daughter trying in vain to grab at the ground, one arm holding onto the same grey eyed boy from before. Something thin and silvery was wrapped around his ankle, dragging him towards the abyss.

...And because Percy was holding on to him too, she was also being dragged in.

"I saw her fall." Apollo whispered. "And then after that, the visions stopped."

Poseidon teleported back to the palace and swam straight to his daughter's room.

He opened the door quietly and swam towards the bed where she remained fast asleep. There was a dull sheen over her skin, but thankfully not as bad as before when she...

He tried not to think about it, but the thing about being a god was that you were eternal, and so were your memories. As much as he tried to forget it—the blood spurting from her lips, the horrible sounds she made before collapsing in his arms—the memories refused to go away.

It had been months since the incident, and she had made a somewhat decent recovery, but her body was wracked with never-ending pain that sometimes got so unbearable that she would cry from the agony, and no father wanted to witness their child going through something like that.

There were ways to combat the pain though, temporarily however. Staying underwater and drinking nectar—"but not too much or else she would incinerate herself, that was what she told me!" Apollo had added. It was good enough to keep the pain at bay, or at least numb it down to a more bearable point.

He drew closer to her bedside, staring wordlessly as she slept on.

The tank was empty now, and it was just him and his still unconscious daughter. Artemis went to go check on her nymphs, Loki had been dragged off by Odin, Anubis was pulled aside by Ra—something about needing to console Kebechet—and Beelzebub and Apollo had left to give him a moment alone.

Suddenly, there was a quiet splash as a new god entered the tank.

"Brother," Zeus greeted him quietly, swimming to his side. "How is she?"

"She hasn't woken up. I fear she may never," Poseidon admitted.

"Don't be like that," Zeus tried to soothe. "Artemis told me that this has happened before. It only took her a week to wake up, it may be like that again."

"Her soul was still intact back then," he replied, his voice hard. "Forget it. I did not call you here for your sympathies. Did you get the pictures I sent you?"

"Yes, though I still don't understand why you felt the need to send me pictures of my son's paintings..."

"The Fates gave Apollo visions of my daughter's future. Those pictures I sent you were paintings of the people he saw," he explained. "They were all involved in my daughter's future, one way or another. He said that he saw them traveling around all over Midgard, being attacked by monsters."

Zeus tensed up. "Monsters? As in, monsters that are supposed to be in Helheim and not Midgard?"

"Yes. Hades already left to reinforce more security around Helheim," he stated. "But that's not the point. I want those children found and killed immediately."

Zeus fell silent. "Brother..." He said, his voice sympathetic and pained. "You know you cannot change your daughter's fate. If she is fated to meet them—"

"—I don't care," he hissed, finally turning to face him. His eyes were full of anger, pain, and desperation. "Screw those wretched hags. My daughter is in danger, and I will do whatever it takes to prevent any of these visions from coming to fruition. So you will do as I say and find these children and have them executed immediately!"

Zeus slowly nodded. "...Understood. I'll spread the news around to all the other gods and give them the order. I'll have my spies travel down to Midgard as well to see if they're there."

"Percilla and I will be moving back to my old palace in Valhalla as well," Poseidon added. "These... events occurred in Midgard. It's no longer safe for me to keep her there."

"Which palace?"

"The one we stayed in before for her debutante ball. She's more familiar with it, so the move would be easier for her to handle."

"Perhaps that's for the best then. At least she'll be closer to Mount Olympus, with her family nearby in case anything ever happens." Zeus nodded in approval. "Is there anything else?"

"No. That will be all."

"When she wakes up, will you tell her about this?" He asked.

He shook his head. "No. I want her to focus solely on resting."

Zeus nodded in understanding. "I'll send everyone the information immediately. And... brother?"

"What?"

Zeus clasped a hand around his shoulder, giving him a comforting squeeze. "I know I said that fate cannot be changed... but I truly hope we succeed in doing just that."

"Daddy?" An exhausted voice whispered.

Poseidon snapped back into focus, swimming closer as Percy blinked blearily at him, slowly trying to sit up.

He quickly summoned a goblet of nectar in his hands. "Here, drink," he said softly, holding the goblet for her and tipping it slightly to let the divine beverage trickle down her mouth.

She swallowed it all down greedily. He placed a hand over her forehead, sensing her skin beginning to burn up. He regretfully pulled the goblet away before she could drink any more. "That's enough now."

She wiped her mouth, her whole body heating up threateningly, as if to warn her that one more sip would make her burst into flames.

"How do you feel?" He asked, scanning her features for any signs of further pain.

"Better now," she chirped, eyes bright. "Don't worry."

"You're only fine for now. If only this accursed drink worked permanently," he scoffed bitterly, sending the goblet away.

"It's not the drink's fault," she chuckled. "I'm half-human, so of course I can't drink too much of it."

"You need to be ascended," he muttered, smoothing back her hair. "I wish someone would find a way to safely ascend you already..."

Percy's smile dimmed, a memory coming to her head.

Percy woke up in agony. Every inch of her body was wracked with the worst pain imaginable, like there were miniature knives digging into every inch of her skin, puncturing her organs and sawing away at her bones.

"Ah... aarrrghhhh...!" She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming, her vision burning white from the pain. As she writhed in bed, everything slowly started to clear up.

The first thing she saw was the familiar 'ceiling' of water at the top of the tank.

"Percy...!" A familiar voice gasped, and Beelzebub's face came into view. His eyes were wide with a mix of fear and relief.

She tried to sputter out his name, but she was in too much pain to even speak coherently "B-Bee—Bee—uaaaghhhh!"

"Shhh, drink this, quickly," he pressed the rim of a goblet against her lips.

She didn't know what was in it, but she didn't care at this point. She desperately drank it down. It tasted like liquified cookies, the same ones her mom used to make. Nectar, she realized.

Beelzebub used his hand to check her temperature, and when he felt her starting to burn up, he quickly retracted the goblet away.

"No—" She rasped, trying to sit up and reach for it. "No, please, it hurts, please, please—"

But Beelzebub let it dematerialize away. "I can't," he whispered regretfully. "You can't drink anymore. I'm sorry."

"No, no, no," one hand desperately grabbed the front of his shirt while the other pressed against her chest. She felt like she could explode. Was this a heart attack? "B-Beel, please, please, it hurts so much—"

"—Shhh," he held her against him, a shaky hand rubbing her back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Just go to sleep."

He gingerly touched the back of her head and she was out like a light.

The next time she woke up, she felt someone carefully pouring down trickles of nectar down her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting with Beelzebub's.

He gave her a weak smile. "How are you feeling?"

"...Everything still hurts," she whispered shakily. But it wasn't so bad that she felt like screaming at least. "What—why—?"

"Your soul finally cracked," he replied, his smile fading away. "Percy, I cannot bear to see you like this any longer. I must ascend you now."

"No." She said immediately.

"Percy!" He growled in frustration, eyes flashing.

"I'm not going through with it," she shook her head firmly. "I'm mortal, and I wanna remain that way when I get home."

"This isn't going to stop even when you get home," he growled. "The Fates told you themselves; once the first crack comes, the pain will still remain if you were to return to your original universe, the only thing that stops is further fracturing."

"And that's fine with me," she said.

"Of course it's fine with you," he spat. "If you cannot return home, and you refuse to ascend to godhood, then you will die," he said with unmasked anger. "And I know, deep down, that you don't even care about that, do you? You're willing to put yourself through all this unnecessary pain and die in the end because you don't really care about your life at all! A part of you wants it to end!"

His words were enough to make her face fall, but she didn't speak up to deny it.

"I don't understand your loyalty to that universe," he sneered, the waters turning murky. "Whatever you went through there—it's the reason you're so adamant on letting yourself suffer and yet you STILL want to go back!"

"My mom is still there," she whispered. "And my dad, and Anthonius, and Grover, everyone I love is back there looking for me."

"And what about your loved ones here?!" He cried out. "What about me? Do you not understand how much it kills me to see you like this?! To hear you ask me to let you rot away and die?!"

"I find that hypocritical of you to ask," she said, voice shaky but steely. "When you were the one asking me to kill you despite how I felt."

Now it was his turn to fall silent.

Slowly, he reached out to cup the side of her face, an icy thumb stroking her cheek. It was soothing, loving even, but there was no love in his eyes as he stared down at her.

"If you wish to suffer, then fine. Suffer," he whispered cruelly. "Allow your soul to crack more and more until there's only mere pieces of it left. Because I know one day, you won't be able to take it, and then you'll come crawling and begging for me to ascend you. Pain is the best lesson, Percy, and I have always been the best teacher for it."

He pulled his hand away and disappeared in an inky cloud in the water.

A large hand stroking her hair made her return to the present. Poseidon was peering down at her, the skin between his brows pinched with worry.

"Is something ailing you, my pearl?" He murmured.

"Ah, no! I was just thinking," she waved a hand to reassure him that all was well. "Is it time for breakfast?"

He nodded, waving his hand and summoning a platter of food on the space in front of her. "Yes. We will eat here in bed."

"Daaaaddy," she complained. "I can swim to the Great Hall, I'm fine, really!"

"I insist," he said. "And besides, I rather enjoy having breakfast in bed with you."

He learned that the best thing to do was to say that he wanted to do something that he enjoyed instead of telling her that it was for her own good. He always had to work around her like this, because she had the awful tendency to put others' needs above her own—a trait he vowed to get rid of once he found a more delicate approach.

And just as he expected, she caved in and now here they were, enjoying strawberry and cream oatmeal in bed.

"Do I have lessons today with Proteus?" She asked after emptying her bowl and gulping down a glass of water.

He took those from her and vanished the bowls and utensils away.

"No, you'll have a day off. He has other duties he needs to fulfill." That was a lie. He just wanted her to stay in bed more. Academics would just give her something called a 'headache'—another mind boggling thing he learned that mortals could get.

She squinted at him. "Are you lying?"

The upper corner of his lips turned upwards into a poorly suppressed smirk. "So you caught me," he murmured teasingly, leaning in closer to her. He can hear her breath hitch slightly and see her pupils dilate at the lack of distance between them.

He kissed her softly, his hand delicately grasping the back of her head to hold her still. He can feel her respond timidly, still not used to his ministrations, but he didn't care. In previous partners, he would've been annoyed at any act of hesitation or rebellion, but he always found it cute when it came to his daughter.

Slowly, he lowered her back down to the bed, crawling atop of her, their tails pressed together.

His tongue prodded her mouth and she swiftly parted her lips, letting him slide in with ease. He let out a pleased moan. Before, she was too hesitant to let him, but now that hesitation seemed to be gone at last. Good. It seemed all those months of training were finally being paid off.

But suddenly, her body seized up underneath him, a pained noise escaping her throat. He quickly realized what was happening—the effects of the nectar he had given her over an hour ago was wearing off.

He pulled away, about to summon another goblet, but he pulled away too quickly, his tongue accidentally scraping against the sharp points of her fangs, creating a deep enough cut to spill some of his ichor into her mouth.

Percy didn't know what happened, but all she knew was that there was a cloud of foreign liquid in her mouth and it tasted heavenly on her taste buds. She clamped her mouth shut, not wanting it to float away, and swallowed it down.

It tasted like... her mom's homemade cookies. More nectar? She wondered. But no, the effects felt different. It was as if those cookies were laced with Monster energy drinks because suddenly her veins were buzzing to life, making her feel like she was ready to take on an army of monsters. There was no pain, not even the numbed-down feeling she would sometimes get from drinking nectar. There was nothing except the rush of sweet, delectable freedom.

"Daddy, what was that?" She asked breathlessly, looking at him wide-eyed. She scanned him, trying to find the source of that good drink. Was he hiding a bottle of extra-strength nectar around here or something?

"That was my ichor," he said, and she nearly blue-screened.

She blinked, hoping she heard him wrong. "...Huh?"

"You drank my ichor," he repeated, and then more curiously, asked, "Did it... heal you?"

"No, oh no, no, no, no...!" She muttered, almost hysterical. "That was not your ichor."

"It was. And it healed you."

"Nooo!" She moaned in dismay, shaking her head in denial. This could not be happening to her. What was she, some sort of blood-drinker?! She did not need this right now! She wanted to be out in New York celebrating her eighteenth birthday, not making out with her dad and finding out that she was apparently a cannibal!

Could it be because Zeus' blood was considered ambrosia? It granted humans the strength of a god, but was it the same for every other god? Her mind was pulling out math equations to try and piece this whole mess together. She wasn't fully human, and in her world, ambrosia healed demigods, not grant them godly strength. Was that what was going on here? A weird combination with her universe's ambrosia and this one's? HUH?

"Oh GODS nooooo!" She buried her face in her hands.

"It heals you," he said again, more so in disbelief. He had never seen anything like this before. He peered in closer, though it wasn't necessary. His eyes easily took in everything about her; from the way her brown skin quickly returned to its original radiance that hasn't been seen in months and even the shine on her scales had returned. It was like he was staring back at his daughter fully whole again, her soul intact.

"Drink more," he demanded, ready to bite his own tongue to bleed again.

"Noooo! Please, I don't wanna be a cannibal!" She wailed.

"It's fine. Mermaids drink blood all the time," and they ate flesh too, but he decided not to remind her of that.

"But I'm not a mermaid!" She cried out. "And do they drink GODS' blood?!"

"Well... no."

"I knew it...!" She shrieked into her hands.

"It's fine," he insisted. "Percilla, you need to drink from me again. My ichor's done better in helping you than anything else has."

"No," she shook her head.

He grabbed her wrists, "Percilla—"

"—No, no, no, I'm not drinking your blood, that's just gross and wrong and—"

He kissed her to shut her up.

She let out a startled yelp when she was pushed down on the bed once more, but this time, her father wasn't as gentle as before. His tongue forced its way into the depth of her mouth, intentionally piercing it with the points of her fangs and dragging his tongue back, creating a deep enough cut to make him bleed.

She squirmed against him, but it was no use. She could taste him again. That wonderful taste of cookies that sent a zap of energy through her body. Her heart raced, and as much as she wanted to spit out his ichor, she couldn't help but greedily swallow it down, shuddering as a wonderful feeling coursed through her veins.

Panic and excitement warred within her. She should not be doing this. She needed to stop. It was already bad enough that she was kissing her dad, but drinking his ichor too?

...But he just tasted so delicious, and it made her feel the best she had ever felt in months.

When they finally broke apart, Percy's chest heaved with rapid breaths. "Stop," she tried to bring back a semblance of normalcy. "Daddy, we need to stop."

He let out a low chuckle, and the sound of it sounded so clear, so crisp. Did her hearing get better too? Now that she thought of it, her vision was different now... her father had always been a good-looking guy—he was a god after all—but now it was as if she could see every inch of perfection on his face. She could see the way the currents moved, the tiny little bubbles floating in the air, every single strand of his blonde waves falling over his face.

"Stop?" He murmured teasingly, leaning down. "How can I stop now, knowing how much you love this? I think... it's about time I fully claim my daughter as mine."

He gave her a wicked smirk before climbing atop of her once more, pressing his lips against hers in another brutal kiss.

Claim, he had said, and she knew very well it wouldn't be anything like the claiming done at camp.

Her father used to always stop before things got too far, but something told her he didn't have any plans of stopping anymore. She turned her head to the side, but he merely clicked his tongue and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head still.

"Naughty girl," he purred. "I'll give you a choice, dear daughter. How would you prefer that I take you? In this form? Or the other one?"

"I don't want this at all!" She cried out, trying to kick him back with her tail to no avail.

He sighed in disappointment. "Still fighting back I see. It looks like I haven't trained you properly just yet, but I've grown tired of waiting."

Suddenly their tails started to shift, morphing back into their legs, but to Percy's terror, their clothes didn't return to their bodies like they should've done. She tried to squeeze her legs shut and bring them up to her chest, her hands clawing at his chest to fight him off.

"I'll make love to you in this form then, because I know you're more used to it," he decided, choosing her own comfort over his own because he was such a great father.

His hand went for her top, the only piece of clothing she had left. "No, no, no! Don't—!" Her voice raised an octave, trying to manipulate the water to push against him, but he countered, an invisible pressure forcing her deeper into the bed.

"Fighting back against me in my own domain?" He chuckled in amusement. "You never cease to amuse me. It may have worked once when you took me by surprise, but it will not happen again. So either take my cock like a good girl, or I'll have to punish you. You don't want to go through that again, do you?" He crooned.

She remembered it very well, and she didn't want to go through that humiliation again, but terror was coursing through her veins and her fight or flight response was kicking in.

He ripped her shirt off, breasts bouncing free only for one to be grabbed by his greedy fingers and the other to be lapped up by his tongue. His body pressed against her some more and she could feel him—something thick and long throbbing against her thigh. It made her feel hot and cold at the same time.

At the same time, his free hand traveled down, trailing down her flat stomach before finally reaching between her legs where her slick folds were. He brushed against them once, and she bucked involuntarily, a whimper escaping her throat.

"No..." She protested weakly, even as her body betrayed her.

"Shhh," he shushed her gently, kissing down along her collarbone. "Daddy will take care of you. You want this too, don't you? You're greedy little cunt is all ready for me."

He pushed two fingers in, and she gasped, hands quickly slamming against the bed to grasp the sheets. He continued to finger her, his fingers easily squeezing through her hole before spreading apart in a scissoring motion, stretching her walls with ease. His sweet girl let out a series of delicious moans and weak protestations as she writhed underneath him in desperation. The more she struggled, the tighter she became, squeezing his fingers nicely.

"Soaked already," he purred smugly, pulling them out before she could reach her release. He brought his fingers to her lips. "Go on, have a taste."

When she hesitated, he seized control, shoving his fingers into her mouth. "Suck," he commanded. "Taste how much you want me."

She obeyed, and he could feel her tongue hesitantly tasting herself on his fingers. Her face was flushed with humiliation.

When she finished, he pried his fingers out before popping them into his own mouth savoring the taste of her saliva and essence.

While he was distracted, Percy glanced over to the side, wondering—and hoping—if she could call for help. She was in Valhalla, and many of her family lived nearby. They could come to her quickly, so maybe—

Poseidon, upon notice her gaze turning elsewhere, grabbed her by the chin and forced her to face him.

"Thinking of escape?" He asked knowingly. "Of calling for help? Go on, then. Do it. I dare you. Call for help and I'll fuck you in front of the first god foolish enough to get in-between us."

She blanched. "No, no, no, wait, daddy—"

"—You are my daughter," he growled. "Mine, and mine alone. You are mine to love, to care for, to fuck, and claim. Do you understand that? I'm getting tired of trying to drill this into your head so mayhaps you need a more hands-on approach, hmm?"

He released her chin, only so he could force her legs to spread around him as he eased in-between her. The sight of his beautiful daughter, lying naked in bed with beads of tears streaming down her lovely face only stoked his arousal further. He towered over her smaller form, his erect cock just begging to deflower her once and for all.

Her breath hitched at the sight of him, and she shook her head furiously. "Daddy, please, no," she wept. "It's too big, it's not gonna fit, please please don't do this—"

"—We were made for each other," he purred, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and angling it right in front of her pussy. "Don't worry, my pearl. Daddy's got you."

Not wanting to waste another moment, Poseidon forced the head of his cock past her folds.

Percy threw her head back and screamed.

The sensation of slipping into her virginal heat made him see stars behind his eyes. He could feel the seabed tremble underneath them, an earthquake threatening to unleash. He had taken handfuls of women before, but nothing could compare to the clenching heat of his daughter's once untouched cunt wrapped around him.

He grunted and moaned with effort as he pushed through her tight walls, making her pussy stretch obscenely around him. He slowly pushed in, inch by inch until he was fully sheathed. He paused to let her adjust, his hips pressed firmly against hers.

Her legs twitched at his sides, eyes blown wide with tears pouring out. "It hurts...!" She cried, feeling like her chest and stomach was going to explode.

He already knew what to do. Quickly, he bit his own tongue before kissing her, forcing his ichor down her throat. She swallowed it down desperately.

As she continued to drink from him, he began to move, his hips snapping forward in slow, measured thrusts. His hands caressed her sides in soothing strokes. He let out low groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Every thrust brought a fresh wave of divine pleasure.

He pulled away from the kiss, moving on to her neck. "My sweet girl," he cooed, kissing her skin. "So sensitive, so tight, and warm... All for me."

She shook her head in denial, "No!"

"No?" He taunted, giving her a particularly sharp thrust that made her gasp. "You think I'm wrong? You believe that you weren't made for me, and I for you? If only you could see yourself right now, see how wrong you are."

He grabbed her by the wrists, pinning them beside her head as he pushed into her deeper and faster, picking up the pace.

"Unnghh...!" She moaned, head thrashing around helplessly as she was forced to take every brutal hit. With every deep push, her walls continued to quiver and clench around him.

"Take all of me," he breathed out, his voice thick with desire. "You were made for this. Made to be fucked by me."

He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, relishing the way her pussy stretched to accommodate the size of his cock over and over again. She shrieked and moaned, her body trembling. No wait, that wasn't it. It wasn't just her body that was shaking, but everything else.

Earthquake, she realized. With every thrust inside her, there would be a brutal clap of skin meeting skin, followed by the seabed shaking erratically. Her father was so blown out in pleasure that he was making earthquakes occur.

"Take it out...!" She begged, unable to handle the amount of pain and pleasure she was feeling right now. Poseidon only moved faster, pummeling into her body. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass with every pounding hit, the lewd sound mixing with their ragged breathing, moans, and the sound of the palace shaking. "No more!" She choked out. "I can't—ahhh ah~!"

"You still don't understand, do you?" He hissed, tightening his grip around her wrists, enough to shatter it had it not been for the curse. "You are my everything now, whether you like it or not. And I know you do like it—you love it. You crave for me just as badly as I do for you so stop—denying—this!"

"Ahn! Nnngh—!" She squealed as he pounded into her even harder, like he was trying to imprint the words into her mind. Jolts of pleasure struck her, intensifying every shameful sensation building within her.

His words cut through her, violently and lovingly at the same time. "I—love—you!" He growled through gritted teeth, eyes glowing with power and the ground shaking more dangerously. "We will always belong to each other, no matter how much you deny it! We are father and daughter, and this is a bond you can never sever. I will make you my wife—"

"—Unngh!" She shrieked, eyes rolling to the back of her head as the tip of his cock battered her insides.

"—And you will bear my children! You will be mine forever!" He roared, finally releasing her wrists. He grabbed her hips, lifting the bottom half of her slightly upwards while fucking her in a new angle.

"AHHH!" She screamed, gasping and flailing around to find something to ground her. She felt like she was being fucked out of her mind, forced in and out of reality. Her hands trembled around the water before grasping the bedsheets, ripping through them.

Her body jerked forward and back with every effective thrust of his cock. Every inch of her felt thoroughly invaded, her legs flailing around his sides.

Groans and growls left Poseidon's throat as he reached new depths in this angle. The earthquake he was creating seemed more powerful than before, but he didn't care about that. All that mattered was the sweet little girl beneath him. His sole focus was to fill her up and mark her as his in every way possible.

He worshiped her body with fanatic vigor. "Beautiful," he breathed out, his eyes glazed over with a deranged sort of love. "Perfect. My daughter, mine."

"Daddy...!" She choked out, her vision blurry from the nonstop hysterical pleasure that was forced onto her. Her senses felt overloaded—she heard every loving whisper and felt his burning touch. Every kiss he pressed into her skin felt like a searing brand. This was wrong, so so wrong, but there was no way out. She was teetering on the edge of bliss and horror.

His eyes flashed dangerously as he took in the sight of her sweet defeat. She could do nothing but lay there and take his cock, and love it. Beautiful. Perfect. And all his. Their bond transcended anything and everything, and he could feel whatever was left of his sanity finally plunge into the alluring depths of love and obsession.

"Look at you," he purred adoringly. "My cute little daughter finally submitting to me, as she should."

His hands gripped her hips with bruising force, holding her in place as he continued to piston in and out her. She was so wet now, a lewd squelching sound echoing around the room every time he fucked into her.

"Tell me you're mine," he ordered.

"I'm yours," she rasped.

"Tell me you love me—and don't lie." He warned.

"Love you—!" She whimpered between gasps and moans. "Daddy, I love you—!"

The admission from his darling girl was music to his ears.

"Good girl," he chuckled in satisfaction. "You're finally being honest with yourself. It feels good, doesn't it? To stop lying all the time?"

She nodded deliriously. "Yesss...!"

He let out a playful hum before leaning down. "I love you, my dear daughter," he murmured, before sealing it with a kiss. She whimpered against his lips, her heart swelling with a love so fierce it bordered on pain.

His thrusts grew more desperate, his cock swelling inside her as he neared his climax. And fortunately for him, she was near hers too.

"F-feel weird," she panted, face flushed. "Daddy, nngh... my... stomach feels all weird... s'too hot—!" Her fingers kneaded the skin on her lower stomach, as if she was trying to find the source of the mysterious heat. He chuckled at her innocence, finding her naivety so painfully adorable.

"You're going to come," he cooed. "Don't worry, daddy's got you."

He sped up some more, making her body jerk more violently and her breasts to bounce with every hit. The room shook all around them, objects falling from shelves, and even bigger furniture toppling over.

"Fuck, Percilla," he gasped, getting closer and closer. "Fuuuuck, oh gods—!"

His rhythm switched from a brutal, purposeful, efficiency to just fucking her with rough abandon. His hips rolled, coaxing out waves of pleasure as they both neared their impending peak together.

He felt like he was going delirious from the pleasure. His body felt so sensitive now to the point of a pain so good that he craved for more. Uncontrollable moans spilled from his lips, his eyes zeroing in on Percy's beautiful body, more importantly her stomach. He could see a bulge appearing and disappearing every time he went in and out of her, admiring where his thick cock had embedded itself inside her. His pupils dilated at the sight of the once flat surface.

Percy suddenly gasped loudly, letting out a loud shriek as her eyes rolled back and her body trembled everywhere. She finally came, squirting all over his cock and letting her fluids stain the water.

"Good girl," he praised her, knowing that he was close too. "I'm so close," he panted. "You'll take my seed, let me fill you—let me breed you—nnngh, unghhh...!"

Now it was his turn for his eyes to roll to the back of his head as he was nearly blinded by the intensity. His muscles tensed as his climax struck him at last, releasing a powerful torrent of thick cum to spray his daughter's insides white. He let out a guttural groan, his thrusts slowing down, as he focused more on pushing his potent seed as deep into her snug cunt as it could go. Each pulse of his throbbing cock marked another splash of cum, filling her up until she was overflowing.

"Fuck!" He gasped, collapsing onto her. He tried his best not to let all his weight on her as he rode out the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm. But the sensation of his daughter's tightness squeezing him only served to prolong his blissful release, ensuring every drop of his virile seed to take root within her fertile womb.

"There you go," he breathed heavily, kissing her neck as he listened to her whimper and moan softly. "Now you're all full of my love, so perfectly stuffed, like you should be."

— author's note —

* "Maybe I can just grow really big and stomp on one of the countries?!" Yeah this is a reference to this panel from the first chapter 😂

Again, I know some people are annoyed with Percy's unwillingness to ascend, but do remember she does not want to ever be a god, and she's also suicidal; something which was already implied and blatantly stated chapters ago. She's just passively suicidal, and not actively suicidal (like Beel lol). You're not gonna see her take a dagger to her mortal spot (that would be actively suicidal). Right now she's holding onto hope that she'd be able to go home, but she's also gonna accept her fate should it be too late and her soul gets destroyed. She hates the pain, but if she dies, she dies and she accepts that.

Also, guys, am I using the right term? The cannibalism I was referring to in the warnings was the blood drinking that Percy was doing, but does drinking blood count as cannibalism??? I keep getting mixed answers on Google (some say yes, but others say flesh-eating is cannibalism only), but I just decided to call it cannibalism just in case!

And yes! PERCY IS A BLOOD-DRINKER HERE HEHE. I am REALLY obsessed with horror-themed mermaids/sirens and I love the idea of pretty sea women feasting on people's blood and flesh, so I wanted to write about Percy being like that. Since she's not actually a mermaid (cuz it's just a form she takes up), I used a combination of ROR and PJO's concept of "ambrosia" for this fic solely to make Percy a pretty little blood-drinker 😂 this is also why I used the "mermaid Percy" and "siren Percy" tags on ao3.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed the smut hehe 👹

The palace staff trying to chill while Poseidon and Percy are going at it:

Percy and Poseidon: *literally having Earth-shattering sex*

The Earth: 

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