WARNING: Brief smut at the beginning of the chapter! Some suicidal ideation afterwards!

"OH GODS...!" PERCY PRACTICALLY COLLAPSED back onto the bed once her release hit her for the nth time. She loosened her grip on Poseidon's shoulders, claws dislodging from his flesh as she allowed herself to hit the pillows. They teared into the sheets beneath them instead as he continued to rut into her, lost in a haze of their own lust.

Poseidon followed her down, chests pressed together as his scaly hips moved against hers with wild abandon. He eagerly smashed their mouths together into a sloppy kiss; a mix of lips smacking, fangs clacking, and bits of ichor spilling out into the water.

Another ejaculation quickly began to build within him. Groaning into her mouth, he exploded once more, flooding his daughter's womb with another load of his seed.

It took a while for Percy to catch her breath when he finally pulled away from the kiss. She was dazed and seeing stars, her body spent and trembling. Her tail was trembling as well, the small slit at the front feeling completely sore and raw, leaking with a steady stream of cum. Her wedding night and the night before that apparently weren't enough for Poseidon. He had been insatiable this morning and initiated another round or two... or was it three? She couldn't remember anymore. All she knew was that they've been fucking all morning and she was exhausted.

Poseidon lied beside her, not even looking spent. He reached over, the pads of his fingers carefully spreading her slit apart to admire the sight of his seed slowly oozing out of her well-fucked hole.

"How perfect," he let out a pleased hum. He let his claws shrink down before sliding two fingers into her messy hole, scooping out a generous amount of his juices and bringing it to her lips.

"Taste how much your dear father loves you," he commanded, shoving his fingers into her mouth.

"Mrgh," she let out a muffled noise as her taste buds were forced to accept the creamy load. She sucked on his fingers, letting the bittersweet taste of her father's essence coat her tongue. When her fangs accidentally pricked one of his fingers, she felt her whole body heat up when she ended up swallowing his ichor too.

He clicked his tongue, pulling his fingers out smoothly. "Naughty girl. I told you no more of my ichor."

He placed a hand over her forehead to check her temperature, and once he was sure she was safe, he pulled away. He pressed their bodies flush together, nuzzling into the curve of Percy's warm neck as he peppers kisses on the canvas of her skin.

"No more," she managed to rasp. "Daddy, please? I can't..."

For a second it almost looked as if he was pouting before he let out a sigh of defeat. "Oh, fine," he relented at last. "Do you wish to have your breakfast here?"

There was absolutely no way she wanted to go swimming around in this state so she gave a brief nod. He nodded and tucked his cock back into his tail. He sat up and with a wave of his hand, their bedchambers were cleaned out—the ripped sheets were sewn back together, clouds of their juices disappeared from the water, anything that had been knocked over was put back into place. Another wave of his hand and the doors opened, servants dutifully filing in with platters of food and beverages.

Percy grimaced, holding the blanket up to cover her bare chest. They came in so quickly, were these people waiting outside just to serve them? Did they hear what went on? The realization made her face burn in embarrassment, but then she realized another, more embarrassing fact: her father wasn't quiet nor did he want her to be quiet either, plus there were the whole earthquakes he would inadvertently create every time they had sex. Whether they stood outside or not didn't matter. The entire palace probably knew, hell she wouldn't be surprised if these earthquakes reached all of Valhalla, which was an even worse thought...

She continued to hold the blanket up, quickly using her powers to create a top to wear before nodding in thanks as the food was set before them. It was a nice egg skillet with vegetables and feta cheese and a side of blueberry Greek yogurt and muffins. Just seeing it made her stomach rumble. She gave them all another thanks as they filed out of the room.

She ate her breakfast gratefully, but deep down, she honestly preferred to have a bit more of her father's ichor. As freaky as it sounded, it just tasted so good to her! Like eating a fresh batch of her mother's homemade blue cookies, but as if they were laced with drugs. She just couldn't get enough. Plus, they somehow managed to stop the indescribable pain of her soul splitting into pieces! The great flavor was just a bonus! It was a shame drinking too much could make her blow up...

There was no way she was going to tell her dad that his ichor tasted delicious though. Normally, people would be put off by that, but Poseidon was a freak through and through so this would probably boost his ego. Or worse, excite him. Though she couldn't help but wonder how he would react knowing that he tasted like her mom's—a mortal—homemade blue cookies with a shot of cocaine. She doubted he'd be pleased and the mental picture that conjured in her head made her snort as she ate her eggs.

"Is something funny, my dear?" Poseidon drawled out, boredly observing his blueberry Greek yogurt as if it were foreign to him (and it probably was).

"Uh, no, I was just thinking," she replied quickly before changing the subject, "Are you going to do anything today?" She asked randomly.

Poseidon noticeably tensed, his voice sounding forcefully neutral, "Unfortunately, I will be needed elsewhere soon. Why do you ask?"

"Oh," thank GODS, she inwardly sighed in relief. She was exhausted from the nonstop sex. Ever since they got married, he wouldn't let her breathe. All she wanted was just one moment for herself. "I just wanted to know."

Her father was eying her intently now, and she wondered if she said something wrong. Fortunately, he asked her nothing else and let her eat in peace.

An hour passed. They finished eating, and Poseidon finally left with a lingering kiss on her forehead. Percy fell back onto the bed, ready to bury herself under the covers and never come out. But she knew she couldn't just waste around and all day.

Poseidon had come inside her too many times for her to count. Would Aphrodite's tea still help her out? She cursed herself for not asking for more information on how the tea worked. She couldn't afford to just sit here and hope for the best, she needed to find Aphrodite and drink the tea again because gods forbid she fell pregnant.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, followed by Proteus' voice. "Your Majesty," he called out, and she winced at the new title. Now that she was an Empress, she had been upgraded to the 'Divine Imperial Majesty' instead of 'Divine Imperial Highness'.

"Come in," she said, figuring he was just here to pick up the plates.

Proteus swam into the room. He closed the door behind him and did nothing else.

Percy waited for a bit before asking in concern, "...Is something wrong?"

"Did you have fun, Your Majesty?" Proteus asked her.

She slowly sat up, looking at him with weary eyes. "Sorry?"

Now that she got a better look at him, she knew something was off. His usual air of professionalism seemed too stiff and his eyes had an edge to them. It finally clicked what was going on, but at that exact time, Proteus lunged and pinned her back to the bed, webbed and clawed hand wrapped around her throat.

"Did you have fun," his lips curled up into a cruel smile, sneering. "Fucking your father on your wedding night?"

"Loki," she growled in frustration. She did not need this right now.

Her father's ichor was still infused within her, giving her the boost in strength that she needed to deal with him. She grabbed his wrist and all too easily managed to wrench his hand away from her throat. She could feel his claws scrape against her ironlike skin as she did so.

Proteus' visage melted away, revealing the madman beneath the disguise. Loki's purple eyes blazed with intensity, glaring deep into her fractured soul.

"First Hades, then Anubis, and now Poseidon," he seethed.

"You think I wanted any of that?!" She snapped.

"It doesn't matter!" He snapped back. "How DARE you! I save you from Hades and this is how you repay me?! By ignoring me for months?! I had to find out on fucking Gossipmonger that you got married again!"

"I wasn't trying to ignore you! My dad basically kept me on lockdown ever since I collapsed—"

"—No call, no text, FUCK, not even a goddamn carrier pidgeon or whatever it is humans use these days?!" He continued to rage, yanking his hand free but remaining atop of her.

"Because I got my phone taken away from me by my dad!" She growled. She remembered that day all too well. It was just a week after she finally woke up. She had been scrolling over Gossipmonger only to see a flurry of posts talking about how Demeter and Zagreus had been executed by her dad while he was out looking for her. Poseidon had promptly taken her phone away from her, claiming that it would only aggravate her condition further.

"You sure seem to have a lot of excuses to give," he sneered at her.

"Oh for fucks sake, I NEVER WANTED TO MARRY ANYONE, GET THAT IN YOUR HEAD!" She shrieked madly, before forcing herself to take deep breaths. She hoped Loki had put up a silencing ward around the room when he walked in. She didn't want anyone overhearing and thinking the Empress had gone crazy.

Loki finally fell silent, but the angry bitter look didn't fade away.

"...Now get your fat ass off of me already," she muttered under her breath.

Loki scoffed but finally got off of her with a grumble. He sat further back on the bed as she sat up.

There was a very heavy and tense silence between them now. Neither of them were looking at each other, glaring off at nothing in particular. Percy hated the pain of her soul being chipped away, but right now she just wished it would finish her off at this point instead of taking so damn long. She was exhausted and tired—and always had been ever since she was first introduced to the godly side of her blood—but this? This was all just too much.

Ever since the Second Titanomachy, Percy had always been walking on the thin line between life and death, but she never once dared to step to the other side. She couldn't bear to do that to her mom and everyone she loved. But after everything that she'd gone through... the idea was getting more and more tempting.

Meanwhile, Loki kept stealing bitter glances at her. It's not fair, he thought, nails digging into the bedsheets. He had found her first before any of them could. He had been her friend first and yeah, sure, he may have spent a majority of that friendship trying to kill her, but every relationship had their ups and downs! Theirs was still developing! But gods was it such a snail pace! The second he accepted the fact that he had fallen in love with a half-breed human, he should've just snatched her up and married her himself and have Odin ascend her!

Half-breed human... he repeated in his head again, remembering a certain important meeting that he should probably be heading off too. The thought of finally annihilating all of humanity just barely lifted his mood.

Wait.

Percy had her phone taken away. Her condition was treated so delicately that no one wanted to overwhelm her with anything in fear that it would damage her soul some more. Which meant... she definitely didn't know about the millennial Gods' Council. Everyone and their grandmothers knew that she had a fucking bleeding heart for the human side of her, so there was no way they would dare tell her that today was the day the humans' fates were sealed.

She would be devastated... she'd break down into tears, she'd wail and cry as humanity was wiped out and oh it would be a delicious sight and a fitting punishment for daring to give herself away to three gods who weren't him.

"I'm sorry," he heaved out a sigh, leaning back on his hands. "I shouldn't have snapped at you. I am still angry of course, don't get me wrong, but you're right," he waved a dismissive hand. "This isn't your fault, I guess."

"Great," she said dryly. "So is that all? You came all the way here to choke me out and yell at me?"

"Well, a part of me did miss you," he admitted, and it was the truth. Partially. He just couldn't control himself anymore and had to see her. The attempted strangulation was just a... minor setback but they got through it in the end! "Poseidon's been keeping you trapped down here, hasn't he?"

"Obviously," she snorted bitterly. "He's gone completely paranoid. I barely get to leave my own room even."

"Really?" He perked up. "How about I help you... sneak out?" He waggled his brows playfully, his mischievous nature hiding a more sinister intention.

She deadpanned, "Loki, trust me, I'd love to, but literally nothing good ever happens whenever you 'sneak me out'. Most of the time, you actually just kidnap me and that's a whole other mess and—" She suddenly froze, realizing that this was her chance to find Aphrodite and get some more of that pregnancy prevention tea.

"Actually," she backtracked. "On second thought, let's do it."

His grin widened. Perfect, he thought.

He clasped his hands together in cheer. "Perfect~! But I'm needed at an important meeting first, so we'll have to stop by there, mmkay? Don't worry, I'll give you my cloak to hide your presence, you can just hide nearby and wait 'till it's over."

"An important meeting?" She echoed, remembering that her father mentioned that he was 'needed elsewhere'. "Is it for your pantheon or everyone else?"

"It's for everyone," he crooned, giggling like a maniac.

So my dad's gonna be there...! She winced. Well shit, that just made things riskier, but at least she would know when he'd return home. She would have to focus on timing. If she was lucky, she'd be able to catch Aphrodite before the meeting started. If she wasn't... then she could only hope she was quick enough to get the tea after the meeting and manage to beg Loki to teleport her back to the palace—the last part might be hard since he probably had plans to hang out with her afterwards.

"Let's hurry then," she said, getting out of bed.

He giggled, seemingly really excited about this which sent alarm bells in her head, but those bells definitely weren't as loud as the ones warning her about an impending pregnancy, so she decided not to care about it until later.

He unclasped his cloak and threw it over her shoulders. It clashed terribly with her radiant blue and gold outfit, but oh well. She was donning a gold clam shell bra lined embellished with golden pearls, with a silky teal skirt lined with more golden pearls. The cloak covered a majority of her matching teal cape that was clasped around her wrists. 

"Let's go," Loki purred excitedly, grasping her hand and teleporting them away. She wasn't too worried about the servants finding her missing. She spent most of her days forced into bed rest anyway, so they wouldn't be suspicious of her silence. As long as they didn't try to detect her presence she would be fine... maybe.

He took them out of the water and up to the surface, right inside Valhalla's Parliament Building. The second Percy realized that they were right inside a fucking meeting room filled to the brim with gods, she quickly clamped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from cussing Loki out for taking her here of all places. She assumed he would have her hide out in a hallway or something!

The room they were in was just like all the other meeting rooms, but this one was bigger. Percy had only been into one meeting room when her family was discussing what to do with Pan and the satyrs, and that room was nothing compared to this one. It was massive, containing every god from every pantheon. Being here, surrounded by all this divine power felt almost suffocating and it was a miracle she hadn't passed out.

The meeting room had a tiered seating and fortunately, Loki had taken them to the very top, right behind a column. Percy didn't dare to step out of her hiding spot, knowing that any of the gods sitting on the other side could spot her from a mile away. She stayed rooted in the shadows while Loki floated beside her.

"Aw maaaan," he sighed. "Looks like the meeting's about to start. What a shame."

Dammit, Percy inwardly groaned. There went her chances of finding Aphrodite beforehand. She'd have to be fast in finding her after the meeting.

"Just stay up here and wait for me, alright?" Loki smiled sweetly, patting her on the head and floating down to his designated throne alongside the rest of his pantheon.

She scowled, stuck hiding behind this stupid pillar for who knew how long. She discreetly peeked her head out, scanning the parts of the room that she could see. The effects of her father's ichor definitely hadn't faded away yet, and that was made obvious because she could still see every little thing in perfect detail. The room was so vast that everyone should've looked like mere colorful dots to her, but nope, it was as if distance didn't matter and she could probably see miles ahead of her. Damn, so this was what it was like to see through the eyes of a god.

She spotted the Greek pantheon almost instantly. Her father in his radiant blue and gold attire, tensely sitting in his throne. Adamas, wearing his usual helmet, had the misfortune of sitting in-between him and an equally tense Hades, probably forced to play mediator again, poor guy. Other members of the Olympians sat on their row, sans Demeter who had been... well, killed by her father, and Zeus who was the one holding the meeting.

She saw Apollo in the far end of the row. The poor guy looked stressed, and she had no idea if it was because of the meeting that had yet to start, or because of whatever piece of artwork he was currently making. She watched as he hunched over the table, aggressively marking up at a piece of parchment paper while Artemis watched over him worryingly. He was across the room from Percy, but she swore she could hear him mutter something about a 'terrible fall' from where she stood when she strained her ears. Godly hearing sure was something.

And then she spotted her, the very goddess she had been looking for. Aphrodite sat between Ares and Hephaestus. Rather than an actual throne, she was sitting on the back of a muscular man who was positioned on all fours. Another man was holding up her giant badonkers as usual as she boredly tapped her perfectly manicured nails on his bald head. Honestly, Percy couldn't help but wonder why she didn't just have Ares and Hephaestus do the job instead—they were her boyfriend and husband respectively after all. Give those poor dudes a break!

Rhea was in the seat behind the Olympian's row, calmly waiting for the meeting to start. She kept glancing warily between Hades and Poseidon, as if expecting them to snap and wage war again.

Percy looked around some more, spying other familiar faces. She could see the Egyptian pantheon, their section right next to the Greeks. She couldn't help but search for Anubis and Kebechet. To her relief, they looked okay for the most part. Anubis seemed to be in the middle of handing his phone over to his daughter so the little girl had something to play with during what was apparently going to be a boring meeting. The upper corners of her lips lifted up before she pried her gaze away.

The Norse pantheon was on the other side of the Greeks. Loki was strangely really excited, constantly floating up from his throne out of pure giddiness and needing Thor to pull him back down by the ankle every now and then as if he were a stray balloon. She had no clue what he was so happy about, he always moped and moaned about meetings after all.

She looked around some more until she finally saw Beelzebub, amongst the Philistine and Abrahamic pantheons. He sat on his dark and dreary throne, stoic and empty looking as usual. Their last meeting together had ended terribly. He was furious with her, understandably so, but Percy was just happy to see that he was okay too.

The last of the gods have filed in, every throne now occupied by their respective god. The meeting would be starting now. Percy turned her attention to the very bottom and center floor, where Zeus sat on a slightly leveled platform, stroking what looked to be a red-scaled giant dragon.

"Ohoho! Come here, cutie~" He crooned in that elderly croaky voice of his, stroking the dragon's snout. He picked up his gavel and slammed it on the black. "Well then, everyone. It's been a thousand years since the last time we gathered here. Let us start the conference, shall we?"

Everyone immediately fell silent.

Percy followed suit, nearly holding her breath in fear of being heard and caught. She just hoped this meeting would be quick...

"Now, let me ask," Zeus began. "Regarding the survival of mankind for the next thousand years. Should we forgive them?" He held out a sign with a bold O on it. "Or... should we just put an end to them?" This time it was a sign with an X.

Percy's blood went cold. What did she just hear? 'Put an end' to them? What did they mean by that? Her first thought was genocide, but... no, that'd be too far, right?

These gods don't need humanity, she remembered, heart racing beneath her ribs. They weren't tied to humanity the same way the gods back in her universe were. Their existence didn't depend on the humans' belief and their continued preservation. They could wipe out all of humanity and be perfectly fine.

They could wipe out all of humanity and be perfectly fine.

Her heart was beating so fast now it might even burst.

Zeus' booming voice drew her back into focus. "Show me the will of the gods."

All she could see was a sea of Xs. Her father didn't surprise her, but it still stung to know that he hated the other half of her so much that he wanted them all dead. She could see Xs from Loki, Beelzebub, Anubis, and even little Kebechet... She could see that Hades had abstained, raising neither sign up. She kept looking and managed to find a few scattered Os from Mnemosyne, Heracles, Susano'o, Buddha, and a couple other gods she didn't know.

"Yep! Heeere!" Shiva was lazily waving two X signs with his extra hands. Instead of a throne, he was splayed over some pillows. "Let's just give them the doomsday already, alright? From what I've seen for the past thousand years, mankind doesn't seem to have any intention to repent at all. Trying to guide them is such a pain in the ass."

Guide them? Guide them? Percy's jaw clenched. She couldn't recall learning about them ever trying to guide the humans in anything. Or did they think the constant raping, murdering, and torturing counted as 'guidance'?

"Once we've erased them all, let's try evolving some other animal this time!" He suggested.

"True," Aphrodite mused. "It's just as Lord Shiva says. In just the last thousand years, the Earth has become too ugly. Humans keep trying to find ways into the sea despite Lord Poseidon's punishments. Forests are gone and living beings have become extinct after another. So to speak... mankind is the most dangerous living cancer on Earth, a disaster that will bring Earth to its destruction. Isn't that true?"

Many other gods were chiming in in agreement.

"Aphrodite is right."

"Mankind is harmful and evil.

"There is no saving them anymore."

"That's right, let's just end them."

"Agreed."

"End them."

"End."

"End."

"End."

Percy wanted to laugh in complete disbelief. She couldn't believe this bullshit. She knew deep down that pollution was the least of their cares. They were gods, they could wave it all away and be done with it. These gods have been tormenting humanity for eons way before they could start polluting the Earth, way before animals fell to extinction, way before any of the problems they were complaining about came to fruition.

They were cruel, plain and simple. There was no real justification or excuse for their hatred. They were just cruel. They wanted to destroy humanity because they can.

Zeus looked quite pleased with the outcome, as cried for genocide rose and rose. He picked up his gavel. "I guess we have come to an agreement. Then, the end of mankind is decid—"

Before he could slam the gavel down, a voice rang out, "—Please wait a second!"

Percy whipped her head to the side. A few sections away, the familiar figures of Brunhilde came striding down the steps, an antsy Göll clinging onto her for dear life as every god snapped their heads to them.

Brunhilde remained unfazed. "With reverence to the gods, I humbly ask to be allowed to say a few words."

"MIND YOUR MANNERS, BRUNHILDE!" Huginn, Odin's white raven, screeched from across the room. "Know your place, demigod!"

"How dare you open your filthy mouth in this conference of gods!" Muninn squawked, flapping his wings angrily.

Brunhilde ignored them as if they never spoke, keeping her focus on Zeus down below. "Humanity's insolence and savagery is indeed unpardonable. However, simply annihilating them... isn't that a bit... boring?"

...Huh? Percy stared at her in complete bewilderment. 'Boring' wasn't what she would call it. 'Fucked up beyond belief' seemed more fitting in her opinion, but she could tell that Brunhilde was baiting them into doing something so she decided to keep quiet, watch, and hope Brunhilde had some plan up her sleeve to stop this from happening.

"Does humanity deserve to exist for another thousand years? May I suggest testing them? You can even display your divine might and mercy while doing so." She offered.

"...Test them? How? Do you wish to flood the Earth?" Huginn snickered.

"Or perhaps sending them an ice age prematurely?" Muninn cackled.

"No. But I have the more effective way to test them." Brunhilde said.

"Oh?" One god scoffed.

"What is it?"

"What do you plan to do, you filthy demigod?"

"Say it! Now!"

Percy inched further back into the pillar the more they continued to hurl their vitriol. It had been a while since she had to listen to such aggression towards demigods, but it hadn't even been this bad. During her first few months here, she was fortunate enough to be stuck in Poseidon's palace where the only one looking down on her for being a demigod was her dad, everyone else was too scared.

But then more time passed, and she was treated more warmly by the other gods even though, in their eyes, she was considered worse than any of the other demigods. The Valkyries were still immortal beings, and other demigods were still fully human. Meanwhile, she was the first ever true demigod, a being that was half god and half human, the very thing they hated. An 'abomination' that was born from the bifrost's mistake. She was supposed to be the lowest of the low, a filthy mortal half-breed who failed to ascend, and yet she was the one being coddled and doted on while other demigods were treated like trash.

Göll looked shaken, clinging onto her elder sister as the gods' demands grew more aggressive, while Brunhilde stayed perfectly cool.

"The gods versus humanity! The final struggle: Ragnarok!" Brunhilde announced, her voice ringing throughout the now silent room.

Ragnarok? Percy thought. She knew of that word, mostly thanks to watching Thor: Ragnarok (great movie, by the way!) and then doing a deep dive on Google when she got curious. From what she knew, Ragnarok was about causing the destruction of the world in order to create a new one. She really hoped Brunhilde wasn't suggesting they kill all the humans just to make a new humanity that'd end up going through hell anyway.

Brunhilde summoned a book into her hands, flipping it to a particular page. "Valhalla Constitution. Article No. 62. Explained in paragraph 15 of the Super Special Clause. One versus one showdown between gods and mankind." She stated.

"..." Percy peeked out from her pillar to gawk at her, dumbfounded. She didn't know what shocked her the most: Brunhilde's plan or the fact that the gods actually decided to put a "super special clause" in their constitution. With how arrogant these gods were, she wouldn't be surprised if that clause was only added in as a joke.

But back to the main issue on hand. Brunhilde was seriously proposing to have humans... fight the gods? Unless she was planning on summoning the fucking Avengers or something, Percy doubted it would go well. Only another deity could kill a deity.

...Or a divine weapon, she slowly realized.

Brunhilde wasn't stupid. Percy knew she wouldn't offer something so risky if the humans had no way of harming the gods. Which meant she definitely had some way to give humans the upper hand, or at least an equal standing. Divine weapons.

Huginn burst out laughing first. "Ha! That's your proposal? You Valkyries should know very well—"

"—that humans don't stand a chance against the gods!" Muninn finished

"Your proposal is pointless." They sneered in unison.

"That's right!" A god chimed.

"It wouldn't even be child's play," another scoffed in agreement.

"Why bother fighting them at all? This is ridiculous."

"I didn't even remember that we had such an old law."

Brunhilde listened to every complaint and feigned a sigh of disappointment. "So... the will of the gods is to destroy mankind and also avoid direct confrontation with humans. Am I right?"

All complaints immediately fell silent.

"'We want to destroy mankind without fighting them,'" Brunhilde rephrased. "'We don't want to be put in the same ring as them'. Hmm... don't tell me... Are you... chickening out?"

The words echoed throughout the vast room. Every god's face immediately darkened. If there was one thing Percy knew about the gods, it was that no matter which universe they were from, they would always be the most arrogant beings in the entire multiverse.

Göll nearly crumbled to her knees from terror. "S-sister..." She squeaked.

Brunhilde barrelled on mercilessly, "If so, then I did an unnecessary thing. Sorry. My bad. Go ahead then. Don't listen to me. Let's just forget about the whole Ragnarok stuff..." She shrugged delicately.

"P-please stop!" Göll clung onto the skirt of Brunhilde's dress, trembling from head to toe. "Forget about mankind, you'll be executed first! Let's apologize, sister! Sister!"

The first god to react was Aphrodite, her light giggle echoing softly. Then came Shiva's chuckles, and then soon enough, laughter erupted throughout the Parliament in waves. It was the sound of harsh laughter that did little to bely the gods' growing anger.

It took ten seconds of laughter for them to finally blow up. Percy was mildly impressed; back home, Zeus would've thrown a huge fit after the first second, threw some lightning bolts, and then stormed off to find the first nymph he could fuck.

"How dare you!"

"Piece of shit!"

"Do you know what you just said, you damn demigod?!"

"Are you making fun of us, huh?! You bastard!"

"Know your place!"

Zeus raised a bony hand to silence them.

"Hohoho..." He chuckled. "I see. Ragnarok, huh... Quite an interesting proposal."

The dragon he was stroking let out a sound of contentment, nuzzling its massive snout closer. But suddenly Zeus' grip grew harder. It let out a sound of alarm and tried to pull back, but couldn't.

"Well said." Zeus continued on with forced calm, the dragon growing more and more desperate as it struggled. One of Zeus' arms grew in size, his fingers digging deep into the dragon's sturdy body "Yup. It sure is. How... utterly... AMUSING!"

He shouted out the word, ripping the dragon's snout off and making its steaming red blood spray out all over him.

Percy watched on, wide-eyed. She'd never seen her uncle look so unhinged before. Perhaps this guy was even worse than the Zeus back home. While her universe's Zeus was paranoid and quick to anger, the Zeus she was looking at right now looked insane, especially with all the steaming blood coated over him.

Zeus' directed his crazed grin to Brunhilde, who looked just as put-off as everyone else.

"And I'm sure that all of you are also longing to witness the wrath of the gods! What say you, my fellow deities?!" He announced grandly, blood-soaked arms spread out. "Shall we battle humankind?!"

Percy had to cover her ears to block out the deafening roars of approval from bloodthirsty gods.

Zeus took his gavel and slammed it down, shattering the block, desk, and the entire bottom floor. The whole room shook, but the excited screaming didn't stop. Laughter, shouts, and roars were all that could be heard, and it was making Percy's ears ring in pain.

"ZEUS!" A deep voice cut through it all, making everything fall silent. One god angrily rose to his feet, weapon in hand. "What sort of fool are you?! Can you not see behind the Valkyrie's trickery?! She is clearly baiting you all to do her bidding!"

Ah shit, Percy thought as she watched him storm down the steps. She had never seen this guy before, but he was definitely going to be a problem. He was either a sun deity or a fire deity from a pantheon she wasn't that close to; he had blazing yellow hair tipped with fire and eyes made of molten gold. His sun-kissed skin was designed with glowing gold marks, and he held a golden staff with the symbol of fire atop of it. The marble steps burned with every step he made as he descended.

"This is a waste of our time," he continued to growl in frustration. "We've already made our vote to destroy humanity, and now you've all foolishly fallen for this demigod's taunts!" He sneered at all of them.

"Ah..." Zeus tilted his head. "Do you have a problem with my decision?"

"Your poor leadership never fails to infuriate me," the god scowled. "That, and your childishness. The Valkyrie baited you, and you fell for it."

"Oh?" Brunhilde spoke up, cool as a cucumber. "You sound so concerned, my lord... Are you worried that the humans would actually defeat you?"

At that, several gods started to laugh.

The flames in the sun god's hair flared. It was one thing to be laughed at, but to be laughed at by your own fellow gods because of the insult of a demigod? He had to force himself to calm down as he gripped his staff tighter.

"Lord Odin ought to put you girls on a leash," he said coldly. "You've gotten too mouthy lately, filthy demigod."

He lunged at her, and Percy reacted. In one second, she was hiding behind a pillar and in the next, she was plunging down to the floor just a few feet away from Brunhilde and Göll, Riptide ripping through the sun god's throat from above and pinning him down to the steps.

Loki's cloak had flown off her from her speed, and was now gently fluttering down farther away. Her diluted divine aura, a more gentle version of Poseidon's, rippled throughout the Parliament like a radar wave. Faces of shock and horror could be seen in many of the gods she knew once they registered that she was here.

"Percilla—!" Poseidon rose from his throne, uncharacteristically shocked. Many gods gaped at him. "What is the meaning of this?! You should be at the palace! Why are you here?!"

The gods erupted into murmurs, not even caring about the sun god who was still impaled at her feet.

"Poseidon's daughter..."

"So this is the child..."

"Her soul is..."

"Percy?!" Apollo shrieked in horror. "Oh no, no, no, your condition—!"

"I'm fine," she replied, though she was beginning to feel the effects of her father's ichor slip away, a familiar pain creeping in—but it was still bearable at least.

She stepped off the sun deity and quickly yanked Riptide out from the back of his neck. "I'm sorry," she said, not feeling very apologetic at all. "But I didn't want you to hurt Brunhilde or Göll."

The sun god just got up to his knees, gawking at her in disbelief. The hole in his neck quickly sealed up. Riptide wasn't a Divine Weapon after all.

"Percy," Zeus looked serious now, with a hint of worry as he regarded her. "Who told you of this meeting?"

"No one did, uncle," she replied truthfully. No one told her that this meeting to decide the fate of humanity was happening, Loki just took her here. "But that doesn't matter—"

"—Percy," Hades carefully interjected. "My dear, please... your father is correct, you should be at the palace resting." He sent Poseidon a disappointed look, as if he was scolding him from being unable to keep an eye on her.

"I don't need to rest," she said firmly. "I... I'm signing up for Ragnarok!" She declared.

Chaos erupted.

There was a loud CRACK sound as Beelzebub crushed the arms of his throne, his blood-red eyes practically bulging out in disbelief at her words. Anubis jumped to his feet and was now trying to climb over gods' heads to get down to her while Ra was trying to yank him back. Shiva actually sat up from his comfy pillows to gawk at her while Ganesha blew through his trunk in surprise.

But none of that compared to Loki's expression that was a crazy mixture of shock, horror, anger, despair, and the dawning realization that his plan to punish Percy had completely fucking backfired in the worst way possible. He had brought her here to laugh at her despair as her beloved humans were slaughtered, and now here she was, offering herself up for the slaughter instead.

She turned around to face an equally stunned Brunhilde and Göll. She walked up to them.

"You need fighters for the human side right? I'm half-human, would I count?" She asked.

Brunhilde blinked the shock away. "Ah, y-yes, there's no rules barring that..."

"Will you accept me then?"

Brunhilde fell silent as the chaos continued to worsen. Percy's interference was the last thing she was expecting to happen in this meeting, let alone her actually offering herself up for Ragnarok.

She wanted to say no. Mnemosyne had told her that Percy was the Savior of Olympus back in her universe, that she was strong and powerful... but she was still eighteen with quite a lot on her plate. Adding Ragnarok—where she could die—would be too detrimental.

"This is wrong," Percy insisted. "Please, Brunhilde? I don't want them to kill humanity... I'm sick of them constantly hurting us for their own entertainment."

'Us', she said, and Brunhilde quickly noticed that. Percy was leagues above humanity, so widely adored by many of the gods here that the fact that she was half human was so easily brushed aside. She could've taken advantage of it, enjoyed the privileges of being considered one of them and forgoed her human nature, but here she was, fully embracing it.

"You lowlife demigod..." Poseidon growled in warning towards Brunhilde, his trident rapidly forming in his hand. "You will not—"

"—Okay," Brunhilde said, nodding, corners of her lips lifting upwards. "I accept you, Percy. You will fight in Ragnarok."

Percy beamed, and Poseidon roared in outrage.

"NO!" He hurled his trident forward, but Percy whirled around stepping in the way and with a swing of her sword, deflected the attack. There was an echoing CLANG as she redirected the trident off to the side, letting it shoot through a nearby pillar and impale the wall, creating a huge dent all around it.

"I forbid it!" Poseidon's voice boomed throughout the room, causing it to quake. "Percilla, step down NOW and come back to my side!"

"No," she said.

"Quit being a fool!" Beelzebub hissed from where he sat.

"I'm not gonna back down from my decision!"

"Percy, please," Hades rose from his throne. He was begging at this point. "I understand that you're upset, but acting out like this—"

"—This isn't me acting out," Percy cut him off, her voice growing hard. "This isn't some sort of 'rebellious phase' or whatever you all think it is. I want to do what's right, and killing all of humanity isn't it. I will never support genocide, and I will never support any of you and your cruelty."

"You got it all wrong!" Anubis cried out. He was clawing desperately at Ra, trying to keep him from dragging him back. "Th-this isn't a genocide! This is... a-a divine punishment! That's all! A divine punishment from the gods!"

"Punishments are supposed to teach a lesson," she said. "How are humans going to learn anything if they're all destroyed? You're planning on eliminating every human from Midgard to the souls in Helheim and Valhalla."

"Percy, you're in a very delicate state right now," Apollo began shakily. "Your soul wouldn't be able to handle this, and the pain—i-it'll only grow worse if you were to fight!"

"I'm okay with that," she replied simply, and he looked as if he had been slapped.

"STOP BEING FUCKING STUPID!" Loki screeched. He looked like he was going insane. He was grabbing at his hair, eyes wide with terror and wrath. "You really think you can take on a god?! Don't make me laugh! Get off your damn high horse and back down NOW!"

"Nah."

"I FORBID THIS!" Poseidon roared. "As your husband and father, I FORBID you from taking part in this farce of a tournament and you WILL obey me!"

But Percy only grinned, and many of the gods there immediately felt a sense of dread. She opened her lips and quickly blurted out the chilling words before anyone else could stop her:

"I swear on the River Styx, that I will be a contender for humanity in this upcoming Ragnarok." She declared, and there was nothing they could do to stop her now—not if they wanted to force her to break her oath and die because of it.

Percy was now officially fighting for humanity. 

— author's note —

(For anyone wondering "why doesn't Percy just use the oath to swear to win all of Ragnarok and save humanity" SHHHHHH. Let me have this plot convenience 😂)

To the surprise of literally no one, Percy's gonna be participating in Ragnarok! Anyway, Percy's gonna meet one of the human fighters in the next chapter! Hint: his name rhymes with "madam" 🧐

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