Decided to update way earlier than I usually would because... IT'S THE FIRST YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF ARSENIC BLUES!!!! 🥳

Arsenic Blues was officially published last year on July 26, 2023!!!! To all my readers, thank you all for sticking with my story! 🥺💖💖💖

And another thing! Here are the results of the latest poll!

As I mentioned before, I won't say who it is until I finish planning for him (or unless it doesn't work out, then I'll announce it). Soooo for now, happy guessing! Have fun with the hints I gave you guys!

WARNING: Humiliation, spanking, and some cannibalism lol

ANTHONIUS HAD BEEN IN THE middle of a discussion with Chiron and Mr. D at the front porch of the Big House when Grover came running over, screaming at the top of his lungs at the asscrack of dawn.

"GUYS! GUYS!" He shrieked. "I just had a dream—"

"—We are in the middle of something, Grubber—" Mr. D began to say with his typical scowl.

But Grover, who usually didn't have the guts to speak back to Dionysus, interrupted him back, "—This is more important!" He panted, out of breath as if he had run all the way here from the depths of the forest. "I did it! I contacted Percy through our dreams thanks to our empathy link!"

Anthonius, who had been in the middle of sipping his third mug of coffee in the morning, promptly dropped it right on Mr. D's foot, and the god was too stunned to even get mad.

"You found her?" All three of them said in unison.

Mr. D finally noticed the hot coffee all over his shoe and let out a curse. "Oh for fucks sake, Andrew—!"

"—Where was she? Was she okay? Did she say anything?" Anthonius immediately asked as he and Chiron practically crowded around the breathless satyr.

"She was fine!" Grover assured before pausing. "I mean... she looked fine? I think? I didn't have much time to check. I called out to her and she saw me, but then the dream started to pull her away from me. She was trying to tell me something..."

"What was it?" Chiron asked.

He frowned. "I couldn't hear her. She was yelling about a... bi... something. Bifocals? Bicycle? Bisexual? And then something about needing the gods," He let out a frustrated noise. "I can't piece it together. And I don't know where we were. The dream took place in some creepy airport, but I doubt that's where she actually was. But listen: a god has her."

They froze, exchanging grim looks. Even Mr. D stopped cursing to grimace. They had already suspected that was the case—in fact, a majority of them believed it because who else would have the guts and power to hide Percy Jackson from the whole world?

"You are certain?" Chiron asked solemnly.

Grover nodded furiously. "Yes. The dream started to fall apart before I could get to her. Then I got kicked out. I sensed it guys, it was a god's power."

"Did you see the god?" Anthonius asked.

Grover's shoulders slumped. "No..."

"It could be Morpheus," Anthonius muttered, his brain already running a mile a minute at this new information. "He controls dreams, and he sided with Kronos during the war. He could be targeting Percy for revenge. Or maybe even Hypnos, or perhaps they're both in on it..."

"I'll inform Lord Zeus of this new development right away—" Chiron started.

Mr. D made a face, "Actually, I wouldn't if I were you."

Chiron's face crumpled. "...He has stopped looking for her, hasn't he?" He asked knowingly.

Mr. D scoffed, "Oh father barely even tried. He's glad the brat's gone, oNE LeSs deMiGod tO wOrRy aBouT as he says," he mocked Zeus' deep voice and it was a miracle that the usually trigger-happy god hadn't sent down a bolt of lightning as a warning.

Anthonius scowled darkly at that. Even after everything Percy had sacrificed for the gods—for Zeus—it would never be enough. Don't get him wrong, he knew many gods have come to respect her for saving Olympus, but Zeus was the King of the Gods, and he made it very clear what his stance was on her existence. Percy was number one on his shitlist. Zeus had never liked her, he saw her too much as a threat to keep alive, especially since she was his brother's daughter, the very brother who had once tried to usurp him alongside the rest of Olympus. Her disappearance was the biggest relief for him.

"But that's not the only thing," Dionysus went on. "You see, my father's... having certain issues at the moment. Issues with his marriage."

Chiron, Grover, and Anthonius all blinked owlishly at him.

"Isn't he always having issues with his marriage?" Anthonius asked blankly.

Mr. D snorted, "Yeah, but this is a new one. Get this: for the past few months, Hera's been leaving Olympus for long periods of time and now Zeus is suspecting her of committing infidelity."

"Pfft—!" Anthonius had to cover his mouth to suppress a hysterical laugh. Meanwhile, Grover and Chiron stared at the god in disbelief.

Chiron cleared his throat and said in a polite tone, "Er, are you sure about this?"

"Trust me, I'm sure. I doubt Hera's cheating of course, she's not able to, but you know how paranoid and thoughtless my father is," Mr. D waved a dismissive hand and it was getting really weird how Zeus wasn't summoning a thunderstorm over their heads for the insult. "Every day is just a screaming match between those two up on Olympus. Hera's excuse is that she's been trying to look for Percy—"

Anthonius finally burst out laughing at that.

"—But Zeus is convinced she's out meeting her new beau or whatever."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Anthonius wheezed. "Zeus is accusing Hera of cheating? Has he finally lost his mind?"

Chiron shot a wary look up at the skies, half-expecting a lightning bolt to strike the boy down, but Zeus must really be distracted in arguing with Hera since the skies remained unchanged.

"Point is," Mr. D went on. "Contacting my father is useless. He won't do anything with that information. If I were you, I'd have one of the Hermes brats tell their daddy about it, and he'll spread the news around."

"And I'll inform Lord Poseidon," Anthonius decided. "He should know right away. Grover, you keep trying to find a way to contact Percy again."

The atmosphere became a little tense at the mention of Poseidon. Despite the months that had passed, Poseidon's growing temperament had only worsened over time.

Dionysus and Chiron had never seen anything like it. They both knew that he tended to be more on the protective side when it came to his children compared to the other gods, but this was worse than when Polyphemus had been blinded by Odysseus. Watching the bitch fit Poseidon threw had been fun for Dionysus back then, but there was definitely nothing fun about this.

"Good luck," Grover murmured to Anthonius, clapping him on the shoulder. Obviously, he knew that Poseidon wouldn't do anything to hurt one of the people his daughter loved most, but nobody wanted to deal with an angry, grieving Poseidon.

Anthonius gave him a tight smile, took a drachma offered by Chiron, and went off to go find a garden hose to perform an Iris Message.

MOUNT OLYMPUS

"—and I have told you countless times that I have been searching for the girl!" Hera shouted, the arms of her throne cracking under her furious grip.

"LIES!" Zeus roared, thunder booming in the distance. He paced angrily all over the floor of the throne room, his heavy steps leaving dents under his feet as he clutched his master bolt like he was ready to throw it at her. "Do you take me for a fool, Hera?! Since when have you ever cared about Poseidon's spawn?!"

"You blithering fool," Hera said through gritted teeth. She wanted nothing more than to storm up to him and smack him across the face, but she knew of the consequences that would befall her should she even dare. "Do you think we are safe just because our father has been thwarted? There are still dangers ahead and—"

"—I will not hear of it," Zeus snapped.

"Listen to me—!" The anger in her voice was laced with desperation.

"—No, you listen to me," he marched up to her throne, his master bolt zapping threateningly. The lightning arcing through it lit up the whole room. "Percilla Jackson is gone. My condolences to our brother, but good riddance. And as for you... how dare you lie to my face, blathering lies about looking for the demigod you've hated since you've learned of her existence in some poor attempt of covering up your affairs!"

Hypocritical, tyrannical, FOOL! Hera wanted to scream.

They had been arguing about this for days now, weeks even. It had gotten so bad that even Apollo, who usually enjoyed watching her get verbally beaten down by her husband, had stepped in and tried to vouch for her, being the god of truth and all. But Zeus, who was practically the god of paranoia, refused to believe it.

Precious time was being wasted. Hera could almost see an image of her father laughing at her as the metaphorical clock ticked on by. Percy Jackson's soul was running out of time, and so were the lives of everyone else.

One more year left. One. More.

Just then, the familiar sound of wings flapping echoed around the throne room. Hermes flew in not even a second later, his face older and more weary, looking akin to a human overworking himself to the bone rather than a god. As he landed, even the wings on his sandals drooped miserably. He was completely soaked to the bone, most likely having flown through another one of Poseidon's ongoing storms and hurricanes.

Without even bothering to dry up, Hermes lowered himself into a stiff bow. "Father, Stepmother. I've come with an urgent message," he said, the last part directed at Hera as he looked up at her.

Hera's eyes widened fractionally. Before she knew that Percy had been taken to another universe, she had ordered Hermes to deliver any news pertaining to the girl to her.

Before she could straighten up her back and respond, Zeus whirled around, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"What is this message?" He demanded.

Hera scowled, "It's a message for me."

He glared at her over his shoulder, "A message from the paramour that you're trying to hide? Ordering my own son to work for you to keep this hidden, how much lower can you go?!"

"Actually," Hermes cleared his throat. While he would usually be entertained at watching them have a marital spat, this was much too dire of a situation. "Hera asked me to give her any updates about Percy Jackson's disappearance. That's what I'm here for. I've received some news. I have nothing to do with Hera's extramarital affairs—though I doubt she has any." He muttered the last part.

Zeus let out an agonized groan at the mention of Percy Jackson's name. "Her again?"

Hera rolled her eyes at his behavior. "Spit it out, Hermes. What is it?"

"Grover Underwood, Percy's satyr friend, was briefly able to contact her through their dreams." Hermes began. "But the dream was interrupted and he was forced out. He sensed that it was a god's doing."

"We've already suspected that a god was involved," Zeus droned, returning to his throne to sit down like he was already tired of this conversation.

"We believe it could either be Hypnos and Morpheus," Hermes went on, ignoring his father. "It makes sense."

Hera felt like slumping against her throne similarly to her husband. This was useless information for her, she already knew that neither of them were holding her captive.

But then an idea clicked in her head. Grover had managed to contact Percy despite the girl being in a whole different universe. She hadn't even thought empathy links could do that, or maybe theirs was just that powerful.

Either way, she could use this to her advantage. The only reason Grover had failed was because a god had forced him out, but what if she had a god keep him in?

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Things went downhill after the Greek council meeting and it was time for Percy and Poseidon to return home. She was rushed back to Atlantis by her father who had a death grip on her wrist as he dragged her through the palace halls, her tail barely able to swim after him as she was practically carried by the currents at this point.

She knew immediately that she was going to be punished and wondered what he would do. Would he simply ground her and take away her phone? That was the preferable, normal choice, but this was Poseidon she was talking about here and 'normal' was not part of his vocabulary.

If she could sweat underwater, she definitely would be sweating from the amount of anxiety she was feeling right now. What on Earth was her crazy father going to do?

They reached her bedroom—or rather, their bedroom since he no longer used his anymore. The doors opened with a loud swish and slammed closed behind them when he yanked her in.

He threw onto the bed, and as she scrambled to turn around and sit up, she felt a harsh SMACK on her rear and froze up.

She could feel her face heat up as realization slowly dawned on her. Did... did he just—?

She craned her neck back to look at him. Whenever she did something that upset her mom, she would always give her that deep frown, a disappointed look, or even an angry one to scold her. But Poseidon showed no signs of a disappointed or angry parent. His blue eyes were cold with fury, but she could see the way the corner of his lips lifted up into a barely suppressed smirk.

She turned around fully. As she was about to inch back on the bed, he reached out to stroke her hair, using the same hand that struck her.

"Perhaps I have been too... lenient on you, daughter," he crooned. "Because of this, you have become rather disobedient."

She swallowed thickly.

"Loving humans, protecting satyrs..." He continued. His voice was a scary combination of a strict fatherly tone and something darker... something she didn't want to think about. "I should've stomped that behavior out of you before it got too out of control. But alas, I let it fester. And now here you are, not only disobeying me, but also willing to risk your existence for such inferior creatures."

The hand stroking her suddenly stopped, only so he could grasp her hair tightly instead. He pulled her forward, nearly lifting her up from the bed as he lowered his face to hers.

"I truly do hate to discipline you, but remember: you brought this on yourself."

She let out a startled cry when he simultaneously yanked her to him as he sat on the edge of the bed. She was thrown stomach down across his lap. Instantly, she knew immediately what he was about to do and thrashed helplessly against his grip.

"W-w-wait," she yelped, trying to crawl away. "Stop, wait, I'm sorry—"

SMACK!

She squeaked at the harsh slap that met the scales on her rear end. He pulled at her hair, making her jerk back slightly.

"It must be done," he told her, his voice stoic, but she could make out the giddiness behind his tone. He was enjoying this, and judging by the boner pressing against her stomach, he was enjoying this more than he should. "I have tolerated your disobedience for long enough. If you cannot learn by yourself to not risk your life for the lesser kind, then I will have to make you."

"I was just trying to do the right thing...!" She wanted to explain, only to flinch when another SMACK struck her.

He yanked at her hair again. "The right thing would be to sit quietly and obey your father," he said sternly, glowering at the top of her head. "But you refused to do such a simple task. Not only that, you dared to threaten me with your life. Foolish girl," he hissed, striking her again and relishing in the way she squirmed against him.

"If you're going to act like a brat, then I will treat you like one," he said sternly before spanking her again with yet another loud SMACK.

She didn't know how long she was forced in that position, trapped by her father's grip as he spanked her as if she was an unruly child.

Hot tears blurred her vision, but not from pain. But from humiliation instead. She had never been spanked before even when she was younger, but to be treated like this when she was seventeen, it made her want to hide away forever. Coupled with the fact that her father was obviously garnering sexual pleasure from this too—it all just made her want to run away and hide.

She tried to count the spanks, hoping that maybe he would just do ten and be done with it, but after the 30th slap, she had started to lose count.

SMACK!

She flinched and bit the inside of her cheeks to stifle her cries. She wished Beelzebub were here. It was a weekday. If he hadn't left, he would be here right now and this would never have happened to her.

When it was finally over, she was trembling all over from the onslaught of emotions she was feeling. The Curse of Achilles had done its job to protect her from any pain, so all she could feel was the slight tenderness of her scales.

Poseidon had gathered her smaller form on his lap, wiping away her tears with a pleased hum.

"Have you learned your lesson, my pearl?" He asked her.

She nodded wordlessly, praying for everything to just be over.

But he stared expectantly at her, and that was when she realized he wanted a verbal confirmation.

"...I've learned my lesson, daddy," she said with a shaky voice. "I'll never do it again." She doubted she would be able to keep that promise, but for now, she would do her best to be careful. Anything to avoid having to go through this again.

"Good girl," his voice finally relaxed into an affectionate coo. "Now... give your father a kiss to say you're sorry."

And there it was. The thing he wanted all along.

Swallowing down her disgust and shame, she reached up to kiss him on the lips—exactly where he wanted it.

Poseidon moaned slightly into the kiss, one hand reached behind to cup her head, a far more gentle grip than before. He pushed her head forward, practically crushing his lips against hers as his tongue forced its way in.

A painfully familiar heat formed at the front of her tail at his action. She felt disgusted at the telling signs of her own arousal, but she could not bring herself to pull away. Their tongues clashed around each other, delving around the connected mouths before he pulled away.

Percy was granted a brief second of air before he kissed her again, hungrier and more fiercer than before. His tongue roamed her mouth, scraping itself against her smaller fangs and actually causing a sliver of his ichor to spill. She didn't notice it until an amazing flavor greeted the taste buds on her tongue.

For a second, she noticed that the dull ache on her bottom suddenly lessened, but before she could think about it any further, she let out a sharp gasp when her father grasped her hips.

"Mmm..." She whimpered when he ground her hips deliciously against his, her bottom rubbing against the lump poking through the front of his tail.

Half of her felt fear that he would go further, and another shameful part of her actually excited at the prospect.

But to her relief (or not?), Poseidon pulled away, leaving only a string of saliva between their parted lips that cut itself loose. She breathed heavily, her heart racing against her ribcage and her lower half burning for more.

Her eyes darted away from his face, fearing how she would feel if she got to witness how utterly debauched he looked.

"Good girl," he said again, stroking her hair. "I forgive you now."

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"Mimir," Brunhilde said.

"Oh," Mnemosyne gasped in recognition. "If anyone would know, it'd definitely be him..."

"Hold up, who's Mimir?" Percy asked.

"The wisest god in Asgard," Brunhilde said. "He knows just about everything, and I'll bet all my spoils of war that he even knows all about the mysteries of the Multiverse and how to traverse it."

Mimir, Mimir... where are you? Beelzebub thought as he trekked through the underground temple that was miles deep below the Asgardian palace. The temple was more like a never ending maze that far exceeded the danger and bizarreness of Daedalus' labyrinth.

Odin has certainly outdone himself in creating this, Beelzebub inwardly complimented, a bit awed by the god's machinations. It was full of magic, curses, and monsters of every size and power. If he weren't so focused on trying to find the elusive god, he would've stopped to take back some... samples to do some research on them.

As much as he wanted to rip the accursed thing to shreds for all the despair it caused him, Beelzebub donned Loki's cloak as it was the only way to hide his presence, lest he be caught immediately by the Norse Supreme God. It had its uses, sure, but the trouble it brought him far outweighed that.

As he searched endlessly, his thoughts eventually wandered back to Percy—as it always did. Even though he vowed to stay away from her, it didn't stop him from sending some of his slaves to watch over her—miniscule flies to watch her every move on the rare occasions she was out of Atlantis. Watching her through their vision was enough to just barely satiate his desire to be with her, and it also helped to make sure she was okay. And it was a good thing he did too, or he wouldn't have thought of seeking out Mimir for his plans.

Mimir was one of the wisest gods he knew of, so wise that even Odin had kept him hidden away so nobody could ever have access to his seemingly endless knowledge.

And maybe... just maybe Mimir had answers on how to finally get rid of this... affliction: Demonic Destrudo. He longed to be with Percy again, to bask in her presence, but she was not safe with him as long as he had that curse.

He squashed down the brief flicker of hope he felt in his chest. Hope was what got him into this mess, and he could not afford to raise it again just to get hurt once more.

If Mimir couldn't provide any wisdom on that, then he would ask for a way to get rid of Lilith's 'blessing'. If Demonic Destrudo could not be removed, then he would have this infernal blessing removed so he could finally kill himself for good and Percy would be saved.

And if that wouldn't work, then he would ask about the multiverse. He would ask how to use the bifrost to its full extent, and once he was given that knowledge... he would use it to bring Percy back home. Far away from him, where he could not be near to harm her.

The thought of sending Percy back sickened him. He would rather die than return her to a world that—from the little he knew so far—seemed to be full of danger, but if Demonic Destrudo couldn't be removed and Lilith's blessing couldn't be undone, then he would be a far worse danger than anything in her universe, and he would rather her face that than him.

Beelzebub sucked in a breath when he felt a subtle wave of ancient Norse seiðr magic wash over him. Eyes narrowed, he murmured frantically in the olden tongue, his chanting rising in tempo as the sense of magic grew stronger and then—

It was like a flip had been switched. The narrow cave path he had been walking immediately stretched itself, the heart of the temple now shimmering into existence all around him.

He stepped forward, moss and branches crunching under his shoes as he walked towards the archaic stone well that was stationed against the wall. Mímisbrunnr, the well of Mimir. And sitting on the well's rim, wrapped by roots to keep him in place, was a head.

"Lord Beelzebub," the head opened its eyes, golden pools staring up at him. "It appears you've found me. I doubt Lord Odin granted you permission to be here."

"He did not," he replied, seeing no point in lying. "I sought you out for my own reasons."

He stepped forward so he was in front of the well, blood-red eyes staring down at the body-less god.

"I need your help," he began, trying to hide the desperation in his voice. "Ever since I spawned into this wretched existence, I've been afflicted with this condition—Demonic Destrudo. I've killed countless of my loved ones because of this. I come to you with a humble request: grant me your wisdom to be rid of it."

"I know of your condition," Mimir began, and he didn't like the somber tone he was using. "But I'm afraid there is nothing I, nor you, can do to remove it. The origins of that curse far exceed our time. It is ancient, preceding even the time of the Titans."

Beelzebub was older than a good portion of the gods here. He had no parents, and had basically spawned into existence one day around the time the first of the Kronides had been born. For the curse to be even older than him meant that the source must have originated during the time of the Primordials.

Hearing this, his claws pierced through his palms as he clenched his fists. Black, shimmering blood dripped down to the ground—the blood of a demonic god such as himself, the perfect combination of a god's glimmering ichor and a demon's pitch black blood.

"Then tell me how to get rid of Lilith's blessing," he demanded, growing impatient. "Her blessing prevents me from killing myself, so tell me how I can die."

To his surprise, Mimir suddenly let out a laugh. "By the Norns! You have yet to understand that blessing? Don't tell me you've spent eons trying to find a way to end yourself instead of trying to learn the truth of the deceased Lilith's words?"

"Then tell me," Beelzebub hissed.

"Only you are able to remove it," Mimir told him. "Through acceptance, Lord Beelzebub. Lilith's last command is key."

"I do not have time for your riddles," Beelzebub breathed in heavily.

"Then you are clearly not ready to have it removed," he laughed again. "To be unable to understand such a simple blessing—what an embarrassment indeed!"

"ENOUGH!" Beelzebub snarled, reaching out to grab the head, his claws piercing through the god's cheeks. "I came here to seek wisdom from a god, but all I'm getting is useless blathering from a withered old fool! Do you have ANYTHING useful to give me?! If you cannot help me with my previous requests, then tell me how to navigate the bifrost!"

"...Oh?" Mimir was intrigued now. "The bifrost?"

"Yes," he answered through gritted teeth. "An incident had occurred, an error that led to me discovering the existence of the multiverse. It exists, doesn't it? And the bifrost has access to it?! Tell me how to work it!"

"Desperation does not suit you, Lord Beelzebub," Mimir chuckled in amusement, and Beelzebub had half a mind to rip his tongue out.

"Do not test my patience, Mimir," Beelzebub warned, his voice becoming dangerously low.

"Yes, Lord Beelzebub," he simpered, but his tone was mocking. "You are indeed in luck today. I do have the knowledge to help you understand the complexities of the bifrost and access the other universes. All you need to do is drink the waters of my well, but there is a price to be paid. I'm sure you've heard of it."

That he did. Odin, in exchange for divine wisdom, had to sacrifice his eye in order to take the necessary sips of the magic water. It was a permanent sacrifice, for his eye never regenerated afterwards.

"I know of it," Beelzebub replied, his hand already reaching out for his eyeball.

"Stop," Mimir said at once. "An eye was Lord Odin's sacrifice. Yours will be different. Go, drink from my well, Lord Beelzebub. Find the answers you seek, and you will know of the sacrifice that you must make."

His words would've been enough to make him cautious, but Beelzebub, desperate to save Percy, didn't care to stop and think. He peered into the well, spying Odin's sunken eyeball at the very bottom. He cupped his hands together and dipped them into the water, bringing them back up to take a sip.

His breath hitched at the first sip. Divine knowledge flooded into his head, like he was being given the instruction manual on everything to know about the bifrost. His mind kept flipping through the imaginary pages, automatically absorbing everything he could, but before he could finish going through that metaphorical book, he was suddenly struck by an image. A vision that hit him harder than anything had ever done before.

Percy standing against the rails of a flying ship.

A familiar blonde boy standing beside her, piercing grey eyes going soft upon landing on her.

She slowly turned towards him, their faces breaking out into tiny grins as the space between them lessened.

Their lips touching.

No, Beelzebub thought. No, no, NO!

He recoiled away from the well, the rest of the magic water slipping through his fingers and splattering on the ground.

"That was hardly enough information," Mimir chided him. "You must keep going. Take another sip."

"No!" Beelzebub blew up, the image of Percy willingly kissing that—that thing forever burned into his memory. He knew now what the price of this would be: if he sent her back, she would fall into the embrace of another man—an inferior, unworthy half-breed boy who was undeserving of Percy's love.

Jealousy boiled within him, along with the urge to murder that boy—Anthonius Chase, was what she had lovingly called him. Even the name alone was enough for his hackles to raise.

"No, no, no," he muttered to himself, clutching angrily at his hair. If she went back, she would fall in love with someone else, and the thought of that ever happening made him sick with hatred and disgust.

He hastily wiped his hands on his cassock, wanting to be rid of the touch of the water that sent him such horrible visions.

He could not let Percy return to her universe. And he had to make sure she never will. The knowledge he was given—as little as it was—would forever stay with him.

But there was still Mimir and the well...

"I see... you are unable to make the necessary sacrifice to earn the complete knowledge," Mimir murmured in understanding. "I take it you have decided to kill me then?"

"I cannot lose her," Beelzebub muttered, grabbing the top of Mimir's head and wrenching him free from the roots that bound him. "Unfortunately, you are a liability that I cannot leave alive."

Percy had the uncanny ability to do the impossible. It wouldn't surprise him if she somehow stumbled upon Mimir's hiding place that Odin had painstakingly created. If Beelzebub were to leave him alive, she would definitely be granted the knowledge needed to return home, where she would fall in love with another man—and he refused to let that happen.

Mimir seemed to have accepted his Fate, or perhaps he already knew that this would happen. Regardless, he didn't utter a word as Beelzebub lifted him over his head, his jaws opening abnormally wide to reveal endless rows of sharp teeth. A forked tongue slithered out, wrapping around Mimir and pulling him into the depths of the gluttonous Devil's mouth.

Beelzebub closed his jaws and with a loud SQUELCH, Mimir was devoured.

He swallowed thickly, closing his eyes as he savored the taste of godly flesh and ichor on his tongue. As he shifted back to his normal form, his forked tongue slithered out to lick up the speckles of ichor that stained his cheeks and chin.

Delicious, Beelzebub thought, before his eyes hardened, refocusing on the task at hand.

He turned his attention to the well.

I'll need to get rid of that too, he thought, bringing a hand up to launch a powerful attack.

After all, he couldn't risk leaving anything in one piece. All must be destroyed. The knowledge of the bifrost would stay with him, and Percy will never learn of it.

Percy would never find a way to return to her original universe, and the vision he was plagued with would never come to pass.

He would make sure of it. 

— author's note —

Anniversary gift from spicytunayumm with the description of "Percy's crippling mental state after rizzing up another pantheon":

Aaaand one more anniversary gift from zoirxillli, a Perpollo fanart!:

WAIT THERE'S ONE MORE ANNIVERSARY GIFT! Another Percy (as a pirate!) figure from lieveux!!!:

Poki JUST before he finds her mortal spot by the-late-night-reader:

Percy picrews from fanficboysarebae: