Deep within the depths of tartarus, past the monsters, the barren wastelands, and the various prisons containing various titans there was a castle, made of all black bricks and torches illuminated with green fire, greek fire.

Within this castle, deep in the dungeon, chained to a wall was a boy. The boy was tall, muscular, had black wavy hair like the feathers of a raven, and sea green eyes, eyes which had once been filled with life and happiness but were now cold and angry. There were tear marks that lined his cheeks and scars all over his body. Lot's. More than could be counted. There were jagged ones, curved ones, ones that were red and fresh and ones that were white and old. He had a lot of scars. More than could be counted. Ten for every day. He had been there 40 days so 400 scars. Look at that, you could count them. The boy chuckled humorlessly. He looked up at the wall across from him and squinted his eyes. For a second he thought he heard something. No, impossible, unless it was his torturer returning. Then he heard it again, and again, and again. 'Great', he thought , 'now I'm going insane'. He hung his head and gritted his teeth as he heard that 'swoosh' sound again, and tried to concentrate on something else. unfortunately all he could think of was the reason he was here.

Flashback

Percy was a boy whose life wasn't the best at the moment. Why? Because of one name, Mark. Mark was his half brother, unfortunately. The reason it was unfortunate was because he was three things, arrogant, egoistic, and jealous. Arrogant because he always thought he was the best, egoistic because he always thought he was the best and jealous because he knew he wasn't the best. It was Percy, and no matter what he did he was always second to Percy, so he started to strike low. Framing Percy, turning his friends against him, making him feel unwanted. After going on a quest to destroy a group of monsters he was worshipped by almost the whole camp, and then the whole camp, and then most of the gods, and then all of the gods. And where was Percy might you ask? He was sitting on the sidelines, kicked there practically. He thought about this before a screen appeared in front of him. It was a Iris message, sent by no one. He looked into the Iris message and saw something that made him choke back a sob. It was Olympus, in the throne room, but that wasn't what was horrifying him, it was what he saw and heard. It was Mark, bad mouthing Percy, With his arm around Annabeth. Percy listened to Mark as he spoke to the gods. "He's a traitor! A spy! I heard him talking to Gaea! He is an enemy!" H is words might have stung but worst of all was the fact that Annabeth nodded her head at every word. Zeus then spoke, "HE IS A TRAITOR WHO MUST BE PUNISHED FOR HIS CRIMES!" all the other gods, except for Hades, nodded in agreement. All the demigods nodded in agreement, except for one, Thalia, daughter of Zeus. Percy couldn't speak, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't feel the hands wrap around his shoulders and teleport him to the throne room, he couldn't hear the voice of Zeus utter his crimes. All he heard was the blood pounding in his ears and all he saw was red. He looked over at Mark who had a smug look on his face and then at Annabeth, who wouldn't meet his eyes. He zoned back in as the portal to tartarus appeared behind him and Zeus said "any final words traitor?" Percy looked them all in the eyes, the gods, the demigods, all of them and then said something that made them all widen their eyes and made pangs of guilt shoot through their hearts. He said "I swear on the river Styx that I didn't do it, but apparently my words mean nothing." And with that he let himself fall backwards into the dark portal despite the cries of the gods and demigods in the room and one that stood out among them all, one that let out sobs for Percy, Thalia.

Percy opened up his eyes when he felt a hand on his shoulder, a rough but kind father-like hand, and he felt his wounds close up. He looked up to see the face of a man. The man had long black hair, black eyes, black clothes and black tattoos that spiraled up his neck and arms, he wore black jeans and a black t-shirt. But the most defined part of him were his wings. Huge angel-like wings, covered in dark raven-like feathers. But the wings quickly sunk into his back. The man spoke with a kind but strong voice. "Percy Jackson, you were forgotten, abandoned and betrayed but for a reason that was untrue. I wish to give you a second chance."

"How about I start with my name? Erebus, primordial god of darkness and shadows and husband to Nyx, the goddess of night." He said. Percy then spoke,

"I would bow but," he said gesturing to his chains and wounds, "you know."

"If you take up my offer than I could solve your problem for you. You would work for me and become my champion and assassin of sorts and in return I shall free you."

All I have to do is say yes?" Percy said.

"Correct."

"Then yes"

FOUR YEARS LATER

Sometimes Percy would think of that day, the day he was blessed by Erebus and became the angel of darkness but most days were spent doing his job. Assassinations.

Espionage.

Commanding armies.

Covert ops.

You name it, he's done it, and he's good at it.

Really good.

Some say he is the best at what he does and to be honest he agrees with them. Not to be egoistic but it was just a fact. Over the years he had became cold and joyless. He rarely smiled, never laughed, and was always working. He found it as a way to forget the past and face the future but sometimes he would look in a mirror and miss that fun loving boy that everyone knew.

But that was a rare occasion.

Speaking of mirrors he probably wouldn't recognize himself at first if he looked at one, and he meant that in a good way. The first part were his legs, they were thin and lean from running and jumping all over the place, and were usually covered in black jeans and black combat boots. The next was his body, his stomach and chest were very muscular with a six pack and a chiseled chest. His arms were also strong and he had strong but soft hands. But the real difference was his face, or more specifically his eyes. His hair had stayed the same. Long and impossible to tame. His face had become handsomer and more tanned. But his eyes were different, gone were the bright sea green eyes that everyone loved. They were now replaced with dark turquoise eyes that were sad and angry. But even with the darkness to them that wasn't the odd part. It was when he changed them. When he wanted to, he could blink and change his eye color to show that he was blessed by Erebus, his eyes changed from green to a swirling mixture of green and black. No iris, no pupil, it was almost like his eyes became tornadoes of green and black.

Two other new figures were his wings and tattoos. His tattoos were black and swirling tribal like tattoos that could cover his chest and body and could disappear into his body if he wished for them to. His wings were angel like with a wingspan of 20 feet. When he didn't want them out they would disappear into his back and become tattoos. Also, if he wanted to, when his wings were in tattoo form he could do something a little freaky, he could allow the shadows of his wings appear but not his actual wings appear, so his body stayed the same but sprouting from the outline of his shadow would be to wings (A/N like on the T.V. show Supernatural). Another thing to note was that his wings had black feathers, like a raven, hence the name angel of darkness.

Percy was in the middle of walking back to his master's chamber and was twiddling with a pen in his fingers, and no, this pen wasn't riptide. This pen was a gift from Erebus, it was another magical weapon that, when clicked, would change form into a 20 foot long chain. The chain had a beautiful handle with turning twisting designs that weaved up and down the two handed handle. At the end of the chain was a small blade that, when he pressed a button on the side of his handle, would pop out a small curved blade. The most interesting part about his weapon was the chain itself. Made from stygian iron it was indestructible and could harm both mortals and monsters, but the cool part was that he could cover the chain in a thin layer of black flame, or hellfire. It didn't burn him but it really hurt his enemies.

He had finally reached his master's chamber when he saw something that made him stop in his tracks. It was Erebus, on a iris message, with Zeus. He walked into the room after the message had ended and was not at all surprised when Erebus looked at him and said, "Percy, your next mission will be at camp half blood."

"Operation?" Percy said.

"Defense and training, plus a personal request." Erebus said "Smile, be happy, learn to be human again."

Percy gritted his teeth before responding "I don't think that place is the ideal place to make me feel happy or smile."

"Yes, but it is the only place you have left."

I t was true, Percy's parents had died in a car crash several years prior and he didn't really have anyone other than the primordial he spent his time with.

"Fine, I'll do it"

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Olympus

Down the streets of the palace of the gods it was quiet. No songs played in the street, no laughter in the windows, nobody was around anywhere. There was so much sadness in the air you could cut it with a knife. All the people, demigods, gods, satyrs were all gathered at camp half blood for their annual meeting on the lost hero. Which one? Percy Jackson. After the gods realized their horrible mistake they immediately sent a rescue team down to retrieve him, but he was already gone. Great shame had grown over the years along with great wondering. Where was he? He was still alive, Hades was sure of that, but no one knew where he was.

That would all change tonight.

The gods all gathered around the dining pavilion at camp and began to discuss where he might be, but it always ended the same, with Hades saying he wasn't dead and everyone hanging their heads in shame. More than most a daughter of Athena who would spend most of her nights crying for her long lost love. Annabeth always loathed herself for ever doubting Percy, Her Percy, Her Seaweed Brain, and on this night she sobbed harder than any other since it was the eve of him leaving.

just as everyone was about to leave everyone jumped as a large vortex appeared out of nowhere and two figures jumped out. One was Erebus and the other was-

"PERCY!" Annabeth screamed and ran up to hug him but was met with a cold deathly stare.

"Don't you even dare." He growled shifting his eyes to their swirling form. Everyone stared at him with different emotions. Some of fear, some of happiness, most of the girls had looks of lust but one stood out from them all. Electric blue eyes along with long black hair and black clothes. He was looking at Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus who had tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. They both moved towards each other at the same time, then faster, then almost sprinting. While they were running towards each other Percy noticed that she no longer had her hunter attire and he assumed she left them. When they met Thalia jumped up onto him and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist burying her head in his neck and sobbing tears of relief. Percy wrapped his arms around her and traced comforting circles in her back with his thumbs. Annabeth watched the whole scene unfold and had tears start to stream their way down her face. Her heart shattered into a million pieces and her throat swelled in her throat. Percy tried to put Thalia down but she was not having any of it, she wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him and buried her face deeper in his neck. Percy sighed and gestured for Erebus to continue, since he had been talking during the whole ordeal. "-And that is where he has been al this time. Any questions? No? Good" and with that he disappeared back into the portal and left them all staring at Percy. Percy shifted his eyes back to their black swirling color and allowed outlines of wings to clearly show in his shadow.

"Well, it looks like I have a lot to do." he said.