Ruler of Icecrown

Basically, Percy becomes the ruler of the Scourge himself. I even changed a few things to fit the Lich King into the PJO Universe.

Hopefully, this won't be like any other of my betrayal stories.

Heroes of Olympus never happened, and I don't own PJO, Warcraft, and any other franchise I might reference.

Percy POV

Somewhere in Alaska...

Stupid gods, banishing me for something I didn't do. Stupid Annabeth, cheating on me for a guy with a huge ego. Stupid EVERYTHING! Now I'm stuck in Alaska: where monsters can live free from the gods. They attacked me everyday I'm here. And for some reason, here I am: inside a frozen temple.

I'm standing in front of some menacing looking helmet. It had a pointy end, a small ram skull ornament, and overall, it was fit for an evil king. In front of it is an equally menacing sword with runes on the blade. The blade, however, is shattered into four pieces. Both were encased in an icy shell.

Here lies the Helm of Domination

Whoever wears this crown shall be declared Primordial of the Damned and Forgotten. The holder shall gain eternal power, but creatures ancient and forgotten shall roam the land, and until a time of truth with the wearer's enemies, thy soul shall be scarred.

Here lies Frostmourne

The wielder of this mighty sword is Primordial of Ice. Thy wielder shall raise Icecrown from its deep prison, and return the Frozen Throne to its former glory.

To whoever holds these gifts, they shall be declared

The Lich King

Could this be it? Is this my salvation?

Flashback

Two years after the Titan War, I was standing in front of Poseidon and a guy my age. He had brown hair, sea green eyes and is pretty buff.

"Percy, this is your half-brother, whom I hid in the Lotus Hotel a long time ago." Dad said.

"Cool! Hi! I'm Percy Jackson." I greeted.

"Name's Damon Williams. Nice to see ya."

Having a half brother is cool and all but...it all changed the next day. He was egotistic, arrogant, and, for some reason, everyone loves him. That morning, I got slapped by Katie from the Demeter Cabin. She yelled at me for ruining the garden, to my shock. When I pleaded with her, saying that I would never do that, she just leaves. Then again, this kept happening throughout the day. It got worse when I was blamed for putting sexist graffiti on the Artemis Cabin. The one who slapped me this time was not Thalia but, one of their new recruits: a daughter of Hecate named Naomi.

"For the last time, I didn't do it!" I yelled.

"Tell that to Lady Artemis, boy." she growled back.

"I don't understand why everyone listens to Damon and not me!"

"Because he speaks the truth, and you do not."

Ouch. Where's Apollo when I needed him? Nowhere. The one thing that hurts the most is the second to last worst thing that happened to me. The day after the daughter of Hecate smacked me, I went to the beach to see Annabeth. She never betrayed me. She would never, right? OBVIOUSLY SHE DID! I saw the b**** make out with Damon in front of everyone. The bastard couple sneered at me when they saw me.

"Look who it is, folks! My weakling half brother! How'd you beat Kronos like that, eh?! Bribery?!"

They pretty much believed him and everyone, including HER, yelled at me. The next day, well, I was suddenly pulled to Olympus. Zeus. Looked. Pissed.

"Perseus Jackson! You have been accused of being a spy for Kronos throughout the Titan War!"

"You can't be serious! Who told you that?!"

"Damon told us." Poseidon, yes, HE growled at me. "I, Poseidon, God of the Seas, hereby disown Perseus Jackson as my son."

"And we are still deciding your punishment for your heinous deed!" Athena yelled.

"Stop saying I'm a spy for Kronos! I would never do that!"

"Father, Percy speaks the truth. Can't we just release him and forget this ever happened?" Apollo asked.

"NEVER!" Zeus bellowed. Poseidon suddenly whispered something to the sky god's ear.

"We have finally decided your punishment: you will be banished to the land beyond the gods!" he declared.

"Alaska? Seriously?" I asked.

"We don't have to worry about you anymore, traitor." Damon sneered from the sidelines. "You can just live in shame."

"Fine. I have a few last things to say." I said, uncapping Riptide and I was about to plunge it to the ground.

"I hereby return Anaklusmos to its rightful owner, lost in the stars!" I declared and plunged the sword to the ground. Riptide turned into a pillar of light and shot up to the sky. I glared at Zeus.

"Anyone in favor of his innocence?!" Zeus asked everyone. Only Hera, Hades, Hestia, Apollo, and Hermes raised their hands. I just sighed.

"Nice try, guys. Now, I'll be off to Alaska, I presume?"

How I got here to Alaska? Well, it involved a plane, Ares, and getting kicked off the plane with a parachute. The Temple of the Helm and Frostmourne was a few stories underground, made of ice, bones, and rotting corpses. It pretty much smelled like butts and dead people.

Back to the Present!

Without thinking, I took a buckler from one of the corpses, approached the ice, and smashed it. The ice exploded and knocked me back. The Helm of Domination landed in front of me, conveniently. I took the helmet, rubbed it a little, and I slowly put it on. I closed my eyes as the hidden power of the helm surged through me. At last, I can be much greater, greater than even that bastard, Zeus!

"Now...we are one!" I felt a voice rush into me before I opened my eyes. They were now glowing icy blue eyes. I exerted my new power. Numerous pieces of armor flew to me, attached, got upgraded, and soon, I was clad in a menacing armor. I had a skull shaped shoulder guard my right, and a spiky one on my left. I was also wearing a dark iron armor with a skull belt, armored fur boots, spiky and skull shaped, and a purple cape fit for a king. The Helm of Domination was still on. I walked towards a piece of Frostmourne, where the handle is. I raised it in the air, and the rest of the pieces flew towards it, repairing the icy runeblade. It felt right, for a big sword.

"Now..." I muttered to myself. "A new age dawns! Rise up, Icecrown!" I declared.

The temple shook and shot up to the ground. Icecrown was a giant temple shaped like a spike. It's as big as a five story building. I was standing at the very top. I looked at the view before looking at the Frozen Throne. It was half frozen, made of strong metal, fur, and is quite menacing. Feeling proud I went over to the throne and sat on it, with one arm on the armrest, and the other still holding Frostmourne. Ice crept upon my feet and now, I'm frozen while sitting on the Frozen Throne.

"Rise in my name."

Numerous zombies from the Revolutionary War and the Greek-Persian War rose up with their muskets, swords, shields, etc. Some cannons even rose up with their owners. In front of my icy shell are three figures: a beetle-like creature, a horned-vampire-like man with bat wings and a hooded, floating, living skeleton, radiating with magic.

"I am Anub'arak." the beetle said.

"I am Mal'Ganis." the winged vampire said.

"I am Kel'thuzad." the magic skeleton said.

"We swear allegiance to the Frozen Throne!" the three, along with all the dead I've raised shouted.

Smirking, I closed my eyes.

Sylvanas will be here, just created in a way I might regret.