Hey Guys! Sorry I haven't uploaded my other story in a while. I've been working on this one. I've seen a lot of Percy Jackson and Chaos stories, but almost all of them are Pertemis or Zercy. So I wanted to make my own Percabeth one. So here it is. Don't worry, this will be a purely Percabeth one. Even if Annabeth betrays Percy in the beginning.

Don't worry, I'll update the other story soon.

BYE! :) :) :)

Nemesis' POV

I used to be strong.

At least, I thought I was.

I used to be the great Perseus Jackson. Retriever of the Master Lightning Bolt, the Helm of Darkness, and the Golden Eagle, sailor of the sea of monsters, slayer of Medusa and the Gorgons, the Minotaur, The Furies, the Manticore, Defeater of the Titan Kronos and his brothers, the Giants, and even mother Earth. I was the survivor of Tartarus, befriender of Bob and Damasen, among countless other things. I was the one of not one, but two great prophecies. I was the bearer of the Achilles' Curse. The praetor of Rome. I was a hero. An army of a million of the best monsters would've been required to get a scratch on me.

Or, my best friends.

(Nemesis is still narrating. And Nemesis isn't the Greek goddess of revenge. I just needed a name, and Nemesis means Enemy, so it was perfect. It's just hard for Nemesis to talk about his past, so he does it in third person POV.)

It was 10 years after the GW2, or the Giant War Two. Everything was going along fine. Leo had shown up a month after with Calypso. Percy thought it would be awkward, but turns out, she forgave him. They became good friends. The Seven and some told their stories every night after the campfire. You'd think it would get tedious after a while, but that wasn't the case at all. Especially when Jason, Thalia, Nico and Hazel told their stories, because nobody in Camp Half Blood knew what happened to them. Annabeth designed statues of all of them, and it was overflowing with letters form demigods around the world. Every night, they'd walk over there and read the letters.

Calypso slept in the Big House, where Leo spent a lot of his time. Hazel's curse was washed away when Frank gave her a new life, and she began summoning metals for the Hephaestus cabin and teach Horseback riding with Percy. Piper was erasing all the harm that the Aphrodite cabin had inflicted on the camp. Jason was giving his big sister flying lessons, and Thalia was plowing into trees. Nico was dating Will, and surprisingly, the whole camp was super supportive of it. Even Apollo and Hades. Everyone who participated in the war were granted immortality. (AN/ I know. Highly unlikely.)

Things were going along great.

Percy and Annabeth were dating. They took long walks across the beach. They'd still have nightmares, very horrifying ones, but they had each other.

Or so Percy thought.

Percy was walking along the shore. He was tired. He had a long day. It was 3 weeks after the idiot son of Ares survived. Aaron had stole his friends. All except for the seven, Thalia, Nico, Clarisse, Grover, Chris, Chiron, Katie and the Stolls. Everyone else just rallied to Aaron like he was the one who defeated the giants.

Even Annabeth was distancing herself. Although she looked pained to do it, she was turning down his dates, kisses, anything, really. Their time together got shorter and shorter, and they grew farther apart. But Percy still loved her. He loved her because he thought she loved him.

That particular day, he decided to visit his family. He hadn't seen them in ages, and was wondering how his little sisters, Promise, Primrose, (AN/ I had to. THE HUNGER GAMES!) and Payton. They were 4, 8, and 9 years old. Strangely, they all had the same birthday as him, August 18th. He was going to wish them happy birthday, and eat some cookies. He took a cab to his apartment.

When he got there, he knocked on the door.

Nobody answered.

"Mom? Are you home?"

The house was dead silent.

He began to knock faster. "Mom! Are you okay?"

All was still.

"MOM! WHAT'S GOING ON?"

Yet, nobody answered, except for the neighbor who told him to shut up.

"MOM!" Percy bust down the door with a kick, and immediately wished he hadn't.

His family was lying in a pool of blood, their throats slit.

"NO!" He ran to Promise, the 4 year old, and saw that even she hadn't been spared. He moved on to Paul, who was the closest to him, and saw that his death had been more brutal then the others. He probably was protecting his family for as long as he could. At this point, tears were rolling freely down his cheek.

He crawled over to Prim, and saw that her hand was resting on his old Javelin. Still 8, but as tough as a nail.

Payton's death struck him hard. Her eyes had tears on them, the glass marbles showing little of his sister's eyes. She was the first sibling that he had ever had. He remembered when he first saw her, Her blue eyes identical to the ones of her mother, her (whatever Paul's hair color is) hair just sprouting at the top of her head. Instead of like most babies, she laughed instead of crying. Then she grabbed his hair and yanked it. It hurt.

He was weeping openly, when he saw what happened to one of his most-loved people in the world. So THAT's what Paul was trying to stop. Her body was poised protectively in front of her beloved family. Her body had tons of cuts criss-crossing. Her head was nearly severed. There was an even bigger pool of blood underneath her then the rest of the family, was two daggers, one through her heart and one piercing her back. She was obviously in a lot of pain before she died. This was his mom.

A strangled cry escaped his mouth.

His gaze was adverted back to Promise, and he noticed a note was written in his family's blood, obviously done with a finger.

"DO YOU LIKE THE PRESENT I LEFT YOU? I DID. JUST SO YOU KNOW, THEY MADE A PROTECTIVE CIRCLE AROUND THE LITTLE RAT, SAID THAT WE COULD KILL THEM HOWEVER PAINFUL WE WANTED, BUT JUST TO LET HER GO, SO OF COURSE WE HAD TO KILL HER FIRST. YOUR MOMMY PRACTICALLY COMMITTED SUICIDE AFTER THAT.

LOVE, AARON, KEITH, AND DEAN." (AN/ I know, the grammar was atrocious, but they're idiots.)

Percy collapsed right then. He collapsed and started hyperventilating and stayed that way for a good hour. He cried and cried until his family's bodies ran out of blood to bleed. He then closed their eyes, seeing the eyes that he had gazed lovingly into and had lovingly looked back at him, for the last time. Then he cried some more.

Percy was in Camp Half-Blood when he saw Annabeth with Aaron. At first he thought that they were discussing plans for the next capture the flag, but then his eyes narrowed on their hands. Like he expected, one hand was on their weapons, but surprisingly, the other was gripping each other. Then Annabeth kissed his cheek, and looked back at Percy. She had known he was there, she wasn't even trying to keep it secret. This could have started just then, or have been going on for weeks. Her eyes held pain, glistening with Percy's home element, but they had no regret. Percy knew her that much, although she crushed his will and heart.

So that's why he was walking around the beach. He saw a jar of peanut butter, probably a Cyclops', and possibly Tyson's, drift to the shore, than disappear, along with a ton of other pollution, and left the water bluer than ever. No doubt, that it was a sand dollar.

He lied on the sand, tears streaking his face. He heard a noise behind him, but he didn't care. So what, if it was a monster? He would'nt hold them back. Soon, he'd see his family.

He heard a growl, no, more like he sensed a growl. By that point, he lost most of his connections with his 5 senses.

The ugly face of a Minatour showed up on above of him. He made no move to roll away, His hand stayed exactly where it was and not towards his pocket. The monster raised his ax, and Percy closed his eyes in acceptance. He prepared himself for the final blow...

Only, it didn't come. He opened one eye, irritated."Get it over with, will ya?"

His second monster ever looked confused, and swinged again. Percy didn't have enough time to close his eyes. Good thing, too. He saw exactly what happened.

The ax stopped in midair, sparks flying off the business end where Percy's blood should've been. An invisible force field protecting him.

The sparks traveled up the ax, and it disintegrated, The bull following shortly after.

He sat up, confused and angry. Who did that? Why couldn't they have just let him die?

"I could, if that's what you really want." A voice startled him and he jumped, warily eyeing his surroundings.

"Oh, you won't find me that way." A being stepped out of the shadows. A very powerful being.

His skin was night black, and had stars dotting all over him. He had galaxies for eyes, and the pupil were suns. His presence felt like a black hole, like you were getting sucked in to him.

Percy hesitantly asked "Who are you?"

The being just laughed, as if he found Percy amusing. "Why, my boy. Don't they ever teach you these stuff?"

Percy didn't know how to respond to that, so he just shook his head slowly.

"Oh, I see." The being mused. "THIS is the world with the gods. Too stubborn to admit those higher than them." He clucked his tongue. "Sad. They really need to be taught a lesson, don't they?"

He saw Percy standing awkwardly, confused, and hesitant about whether he should say anything. He sensed that the person-no, God-no. Primordial-no, creator (how he got that word is beyond us.) could kill him in a second.

"Oh, I suppose you're right. The world would be much worse if one of my children, or my name forbid, my brother. But then again, your fatal flaw is loyalty, so that's why you might not think so."

He just stood there, looking for an escape route.

"Oh, got a little bit off topic there, didn't we. My name is Chaos, and I have an offer for you."

(Time skip to an hour later.)

They arrived to the Chaos Palace, where Percy would take his last breath as a regular immortal god of Heroes, and take his first as the faithful soldier of Chaos.

Percy knelt at the foot of the Throne of Chaos, a throne made out of the essence of all the black holes in the universe. It also had whatever the hole sucked up, so it was shimmering with stars and planets.

"Do you, Perseus Jackson, swear on my name to serve the Creator of the Universe?" He said it with a certain note of authority in his voice.

"I do." Percy said it slowly, pronouncing each syllable carefully, like it was a new word that he learned that day, and wasn't sure how to say it.

"Do you swear that you will protect the citizens of my Universe with your life?"

"I do." He said it faster and less reluctantly this time.

"Will you promise to fight evil and preserve good for the rest of your life?"

"I do." He said it at a normal talking speed with certainty, nodding his head vigorously.

"Then, touch the Throne, make your oath, and you will now be a soldier, but beware. If the Throne senses any hint of untruth in your words, your soul will be burned. If you succeed, the path will be a hard one. A dangerous one. If you turn back now, you can still go back to your life, or go to Elysium. Think carefully, Perseus Jackson, for this is not a choice you can take back. Once you make the oath, you are bound to it forever. For all of eternity. Don't choose wrongly. I would hate to have another whiny soldier."

Without thinking twice, he stepped up to the throne, where he began his oath.

"I swear to put others' life before me. I swear to be a loyal soldier to Chaos, and never betray him. I swear to fight evil, every step of the way. I swear to be a warrior of Chaos." At that moment, he began to glow, as a substance similar to a black hole, wrapped itself around Percy, and made it impossible to see him. He cried out in pain, as a pair of midnight-black wings shot out from his body, as he grew two inches taller, as he drew the power and energy from the room, and made it his own. His eyes were now not sea green, but instead, exactly like Chaos'.

I stepped out of the black hole.

Chaos' jaw dropped to Tartarus.

"Perseus, create a... let's go with something easy.. oh, create a mini solar system in your hand."

I was about to protest, saying that I couldn't, and even if I could, and that's a big IF, I didn't know how, but he seemed to have read my mind.

"Oh, it's easy. Just imagine it in your hands. See, like this." He showed me a demonstration.

Half-heartedly, I closed my eyes and did as he said. When I opened my eyes, I expected to see my hands empty, but that was not the case at all.

In my hands was a minature sun, with 4 planets floating around it, one of which who had a moon.

I opened my mouth in shock, and so did Chaos. Then he started to grin like a madman.

"So I WAS right! You ARE the heir! Oh, Nyx owes me some Chaos Warriors! You see, she captured some, but made a bet with me. And now she lost!" He sounded like a child on christmas morning.

I was confused. "What do you mean, I'm the heir?"

"Oh," he said, still smiling. "That just means that you're the prince of the Universe, heir to the throne of Chaos, and soon to be, the ruler of everything and everyone, known as the first creator."

It would be safe to say that I almost had a heart attack.

(Flashback over.)

So that is how I became to be who I was, how I got my best friends and sisters back. Chaos asked me who I wanted to be in my army, and I said some people who were dead, so Chaos made a portal and brought them here. Because saying that I have a lot of enemies is an understatement, Chaos had to give us pseudonyms to go by. My name became Nemesis. The second in command, Luke, became Blade. My third, Zoe, became Night. The fourth, Beckendorf, was Weapon, the fifth, Bianca became Mayhem, and the sixth, Silena was Shadow. My three lieutenants/sisters, Promise, Primrose, and Payton became Victory, Sparring, and Battle. They were all given powers, although not as much as mine. I am the equal to Chaos, and when he fades, I'll have twice the amount of power that we each separately do, right now.

Life was pretty sweet. That is, until 500 years later.