Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, Bloodborne, or Dark Souls

AN: Sorry about the length, I have the worst migraine but I wanted to get a chapter out.

It was rather unfortunate that the mortal SWAT chose to arrive on scene at the time Galahad had shot The Lord of Hollows, initiating the first point in their immortal killing game. 25 officers swarmed the area around the park bench while still keeping a safe distance from the Good Hunter.

Whatever The Mist made them see was giving them pause on outright opening fire on Galahad as he surveyed them from his spot. While not noticeable to an untrained eye, the Son of Artemis had a small smile on his face as he quite excited at the prospect of duking it out with one similar to him. The fact that it was his cousin and came from a world near polar opposite to his was an added bonus.

The laser sights attached to the mortals firearms all beamed in on him as they began to shout for him to drop his bow to the ground and get on his knees. He would be doing nothing of the sort.

But lucky for them, he was feeling generous now. There would be no taking of their blood, or them losing their lives tonight. Oh no, Galahad was going to share his glee with the new audience that arrived.

And what better way to share that joy then by turning their worlds upside down? Granting them insight to what their reality actually was. There was nothing that could compare in Galahad's mind.

And so Galahad Jager shed the facade that was his human form, going into what he had become as a result of the Great Old Ones blood in his veins.

A purple cosmic cloud, like that of a nebula, shot out and around the officers as they all tensed and prepared to fire. They never got the chance though.

Madness consumed them as they laid their eyes upon what could only be described as a thing that shouldn't exist.

A towering Eldritch being with dark purple skin, sicking grey fur and a mass of tendrils forming some kind of skeletal wings emanating from its back came into view. It's face was like a deer only that it had 30 bulging, globe-like, eyes of silver on its face. Black antlers twisted together above it's head, intertwining at places and ending off in two very sharp points. The creature sat on two hooved hind legs with six arms all armed with swords of various size and shapes. The jaw of the monstrosity split open violently revealing rows of shark like teeth as a low tone emitted from its mouth.

The tone rang inside the heads of all those that now were trapped by the creatures cloud. Knowledge of gods, aliens, demigods, and other such fantasies filled the heads of the officers as a lot of them dropped their weapons and clasped their heads.

Many tried to claw out their eyes to reach their brains in order to end the sheer amount of information entering their heads. Others saw their fellows now as monstrous beasts and began to open fire on the new horrors. The worst of them though were the ones who were driven into a frenzied madness, opting to put their sidearms in their mouths and pull the trigger. The fools did not appreciate the gift they were receiving.

Galahad looked down at the creatures that he had once been with solemn. It was always sad when people couldn't handle the answers to life's biggest questions, even sadder when those answers made them turn on one another.

But there was hope. A lone officer sat on the ground rocking back and forth, scratching the side of his head, laughing derangedly to himself.

It all made sense to him now. How could he have been so blind before? Of course things like gods and monsters would exist, why wouldn't they? And this alien, this being from beyond? It had given him the answers. It had showed him the way to enlightenment. He had to ask this being if their was more! More to learn, to see, and to know. He had to ask.

"HAHAHAHAHA, Of course! Why hadn't I seen it sooner? Tell me Great One, is there more? There has to be more!" He yelled as he rocked on his knees. The Great One flew over towards him with a flap of its wings and the celestial deer head looked down at him. No one but him would be able to understand that it was smiling at him. No, they would all scream at the sight of this, for they couldn't understand the true nature of what they were seeing. That or they would all kill themselves from viewing such beauty as his fellows had.

The creature spoke again, though this time instead of knowledge he received something else.

It was an image, a horizontal line with 10 lines pointing vertically down and another three line going vertically up. To most this would just be a series of lines, but he knew what it meant.

It was its language, the word for "Lake". With the rune of this word branded into his head the officer could feel his body grow more resilient and durable, like it could take any punishment and still be fine.

"..T-Thank you." He managed to get out. The Great Old One let out another tone, telling him what he was to do next. He was to spread the word. The other fools would take him away and deem him insane, but he knew the truth now. He would spread the word about what reality really was, so that others like him could experience this joy.

The swirling mist that mimicked the cosmos began to return to his new master as it was returning to it's own world, it's Dream.

After it was gone, and with it the feeling of joy that the officer had, he was left alone in the park. Craving for more to fill the empty void that he now had in him. Looking above the Empire State Building he saw to home of the gods, Olympus.

Laughter again consumed him as a new set of SWAT arrived on scene and was horrified at what they saw. Of course they would be scared, the ignorant fools. They were not there to bask in the glory that was the Great Ones.

He was hauled away by paramedics as he tried so desperately to tell them what they needed to know. About the gods, about the titans, about Old Ones, but he was ignored. Dismissed as a victim of a biochemical attack.

He would show them, he would show them all. They would see the truth, whether they wanted to or not.

xxxXXXXxxx

Nico di Angelo was livid when he returned to the Underworld. He had shook off Anri's hand and stormed away to be on his own.

He had been ready to fight Galahad. He had a powerful weapon and the tutelage of a great knight. Yet he still failed.

Why? Why did the Fates conspire to make him suffer more than he already had? It wasn't fair!

As Nico found a spot in a far away pocket of his father's palace, he sat in silent, brooding, contemplation. He was trying to think of a way to kill The Good Hunter, yet every way he thought up would involve confronting Galahad, something that would result in Nico dying like tonight nearly did. But he would not be deterred! Galahad would suffer for not saving Bianca, rules or not.

The sounds of a flaming portal opening, and then the clanging of metal boots told Nico the Perceval had returned. His much larger teacher sat down beside him, still easily towering over the boy.

"Perhaps a greatsword is not best suited for you." The Undead joked as he tried to break the ice.

"No, really? Here I thought I was doing great with it. Heck with oh...twenty more years of practice I may be able to hit his coat." Nico spat sarcastically.

"Sarcasm is unbecoming of you. Morbid comments sure, but not sarcasm."

"Bite me."

"Hey now don't be too upset. I let him kill me this time, so that next time we meet I'll have to make sure I get a point. Wouldn't want the score to become 2-0." Again the Lord of Hollows tried to ease the tension in the room. Again it wasn't very successful.

"Oh great, he even killed my teacher. How am I supposed to kill him if you can't?"

"Hahahaha, Oh I let him kill me. Professional courtesy and all that. But don't assume for a second this means that he is better than me. After all I have far more tricks up my sleeve than even his eyes could see. Speaking of tricks, I figured since the Onyx Greatsword wasn't a good fit that we try something else." Nico looked over as The Lord of Hollows drew out a massive scythe and the handle of another missing it's blade.

"These belonged to a woman named Sister Friede, she used both with extreme elegance and deadly powers. I figure since you're the son of Hades, this might be more of an at home weapon for you. That and if you master it, you're speed in battle may eventually be enough that hitting Galahad will no longer be an issue." Nico took the weapons, handing over his old one, and eyed the massive scythe and the handle.

Channeling some energy through the blade, like he had been taught to, Nico's eye widened as a blade made of ice formed on the handle, granting him two weapons.

"Friede would even coat the weapons in Blackfire, though we will hold off on that till you are ready. In the meantime go see Yuria, she will begin your instructions." Nico looked up at the undead lord in confusion.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah, I have business elsewhere. An undead is forgotten and alone, I tend to rectify that." Percival stated as sheathed the Onyx blade with one hand.

"...Isn't that dad's job?" The Lord of Hollows shook his head.

"Hades has forgotten about this one, as well as Lady Persephone. I am Lord of the undead that are forgotten about, worthless, or otherwise unwanted. I take my duty to my subjects very seriously, and if this one is alone I shall offer it companionship." Nico nodded in understanding as he left to find Yuria. Percival sat out into the Underworld, determined to find and aid this undead.

Ending up in the farthest reaches of the Underworld, Percival knew the undead was close. Not just due to a gut feeling, but because the ghosts of all the deaths he regretted, as well as many others, were floating around him. He did not regret killing them, he regretted the reasons around them having to die.

The Lords of Cinder were there, as had they done their duty he could have rested for eternity, yet he was required to end each of them.

Sister Friede was there, as she sought only to escape from the cycle of flames by retreating into a painted world. A decision that cost her her life. Her death was unnecessary, but had served Percival well.

Finally, the ghosts of his family in life, as it was his failing to light the fires the first time around that resulted in everything going to shit.

While he regretted the deaths, Percival placed little value in trying to commune with the ghosts. What was done was done, nothing more to it than that. Hell. most of their souls now served him as weapons and spells, so in fact they were far more useful in death than in undeath/life.

"Why are you here undead? Shouldn't you be licking my father's boots or attending to that illegitimate son of his?" A female voice rang out amongst the ghosts.

"I am here because you need help." He answered honestly. The voice let out a laugh, though it was like nails on a chalkboard as the ghosts parted.

"Oh I need help do I?" The owner of the voice was revealed to be a woman with her left half hard and dark like a mummy, and her right sickly pale. She wore a yellow dress and golden shaw, her eyes were black voids staring at the Lord of Hallows.

This was Melinoe, Goddess of Ghosts and Daughter of Hades and Persephone.

"You do. You are alone out here, with only the ghosts to keep you company." While many would be intimated by the Goddess, Percival was not. Undead he may be, but his Usurpation of the First Flame made him something far more powerful than any undead. Afterall, he had stolen the gods power, not only that but beat all those who had previously linked the Fire. What was one Goddess to that?

Melione glared at the undead that called her out. Loath as she was to admit, she was very alone out here. Neither of her parents wanted her, and her father brought in a demigod son as opposed to her. His legitimate daughter.

"Leave undead. This is your last warning." She threatened.

"You don't have to be alone, Melione. The undead I rule are filled with people who were alone, outcasts, and unwanted. I know what it's like to be pushed to the side as nothing." The goddess responded by sending a bolt of energy at Percival, completely obliterating him.

Seeing that the undead was gone Melione turned to be by herself again. What would he know anyways?

"I understand that you're mad. But I can help." The Lord of Hollows voice came back as Melione whipped around to see him reforming from the ashes. The damn man had a soft smile on his face with burning eyes that showed nothing but acceptance towards her. She wouldn't have it.

"I said, go away!" She cried out as he blasted him again. But just like before he simply returned from the ashes, cinder and fire emitting from all around him.

"You can try and push me away, but I will just keep coming back."

"GO AWAY!" She yelled as she again thought to destroy the Lord of Hollows. Why was he making such an effort for her?

"I can do this all day." He informed with a smile.

For the next few hours Melione would blast the Usurper of Fire as he would simply reform and offer her friendship and a home. Each time she blasted him, and each time he would return, she would feel more and more of the emotional dam she had built crumbling. Here was someone not rejecting her, not ignoring her, not judging her. He just wanted her to be happy.

"WHY!? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?" She cried out with one final blast before tears started to flow. Melione looked through teary eyes as the undead reformed once again in front of her with a warm smile.

"I am doing this because you are alone, forgotten, pushed aside like all of the undead I rule over. I simply offer kinship." Percival said as he looked at the tearful goddess. Sure she had killed him over 50 times thus far, but death was very meaningless to him. Besides if those deaths meant that she would accept his offer, than they were well worth it.

"...My own mother and father want nothing to do with me. Why should I believe the words of some undead king from another world?" She asked sadly.

"If it is of any comfort, I am a child of Apollo, it makes lying rather difficult."

"Huh…...wouldn't have figured you for one of his children."

"Looks can be deceiving. But I hold little value on my parentage, or even my agreement with Hades. What matters to me is that my people, people like you, are offered the home and companionship they deserve."

"But….why?"

"I am the Lord of Hollows, that's all the reason I need."

Melione stared long and hard at the burning corpse in front of her. Millions of thoughts racing through her head as she debated on accepting the offer, one she had desperately wanted from her parents. Looking down and sighing the Goddess looked back up to the Lord of Hollows and nodded.

The smile he gave her reminded her of Apollo's with its brightness as he offered her his hand and took her to Londor, the land of Hollows.

xxxXXXXxxx

When Annabeth woke up in the morning the last thing she expected to hear about was an apparent terrorist attack in Central Park.

But there she was, gathered with her siblings as the watched on one of their laptops screens about the attack. The only survivor was a single SWAT officer who was driven mad, though what he was saying was concerning to all the children of Athena.

He was calling out about seeing Olympus, and how he now knew what the world was. It was the ravings of a mad man, but ravings that still had merit. While her sibling theorized among themselves on how this was possible, Annabeth had a very good idea on who could have done this.

Rushing out of the cabin she ran over to Artemis's cabin and began knocking on the door. When Galahad opened the door she began to grill him.

"Where were you last night?"

"Out." Was his one word response.

"So, did you hear what happened in Central Park."

"No I didn't hear what happened." This was true, he had been there during the event and as such didn't know what was said afterwards.

"Well apparently someone release a chemical bomb that drove a lot of people to committing suicide, the only survivor knows a lot more than a mortal should as well." She informed him in a tone like he was being talked down to.

"Ah. Well that's not true, there are 4 other survivors, though three are undead so I guess only one."

"So you were there!" She exclaimed.

"Yes."

"You killed all those mortals?"

"No they killed themselves. Shame too, they could have learned so much." Annabeth tilted her head and raised her eyebrow.

"What do you mean? What could they have learned?"

"To see through all the veils this world puts in front of them. To have The Mist no longer obstruct their view and to finally understand their reality." Galahad informed. Annabeth's mind seemed to rush at the prospect of seeing through The Mist, though apparently the cause was severe. Maybe it was just because they were mortals? She was a child of Athena, such wisdom and insight would be easy for her.

"Can you show me? Just a little though." She asked. If it was indeed madness inducing then maybe she could handle a small amount and work from there. Galahad actually smiled at her as he leaned in and stared her right in the eyes.

The soothing feel he always emitted was the only thing keeping Annabeth from pulling away as her mind began to burn as some symbol burned itself into her brain. Closing her eyes, Annabeth saw some strange anti-clockwise rotated cross.

The word "Metamorphosis" in some strange and bizarre language filled her mind as she could feel her stamina growing with that word.

Opening her eyes with several blinks, Annabeth noticed Galahad had changed in appearance.

There were no more scars on his skin, there was not even a trace of them being there in the first place. Looking at the Son of Artemis with wide eyes she could see the amusement in his eyes as she started to question what she thought she knew about him.

It was a real tragedy that if she was to fully understand the nature of the being in front her it would demand all of her sanity. Then again, the hubris of Athena was present in her children, so maybe Annabeth foolishly thought she could learn of the Great Old Ones and remain unaffected?

Only time would tell.