Bricks.

Brick by brick. He swore to tear it apart brick by brick. Of course, he could feel their powers trying to resist, of course they sent him their children to stop him…

They sent him their hero. Pathetic. The strength of his hatred was unmatched. They could have sent even a god, and still lose. Maybe even a primordial! He had taken the oath. He had sworn.

And when time decide to destroy something, he is unstoppable. Not even Percy Jackson, nor his stupid prophecy.

Don't take Kronos wrong, the child was good. With his curse, he could have defeated ten Lukes. Too bad he hadn't fought against Luke, am I right? He was only a child, with limited time on this earth.

Kronos, on the other hand, was a proud Titan. Maybe the proudest. And his children had pissed him.

Blood.

Droplet by droplet, Annabeth's body was emptying on the floor of the throne room. The irony being that she leaned against Poseidon's throne.

Thalia's body was still under the statue, and the only change of her situation was the amount of marble on her. Kronos had some artistic talent, you know? Especially when it came to add things on others. The irony was that all the new statues on the little girl were either from Hera or Artemis.

Percy Jackson's body was in a wall. It seemed impossible to tell if he was breathing or not.

Grover didn't have a body anymore. He was a bush. Or rather he had been a bush. Kronos wasn't racist: bricks, mortals, bushes; all the same to him.

Thrones.

Anchor of powerful beings in this world. It's how it works. The throne room was an anchor, nothing else. A symbol, yet a powerful one. Destroy the anchor, and it's as good as destroying the ship.

Kronos drew his weapon of choice, and began to slice. First, he wanted to destroy… Poseidon!

As Poseidon faded, he pried the fates his family would live.

As Zeus faded, he pried the fates to let the gods keep the power; all but the titans.

As Hera faded, she personally blamed Zeus' stupid daughter for not taking the prophecy on her shoulders earlier; this could have been solved so easily!

As Demeter faded she hoped someone would take care of her cereals.

As Athena faded, she only thought about saving Olympus. Someone up there had to do it.

Before Apollo faded, he felt his end coming. He knew how foolish it was to hope to get a gift now. He felt somewhat wiser than he'll ever be. The future. He had to… he had to give something up. When he faded, he was at peace.

His twin knew what he was up to. Not a bad idea, even if she couldn't help but hate the meaning of this. As she faded, she was no longer a goddess.

Dionysus faded on his char, wondering how much time it would take him to arrive at Olympus.

Hephaistos once knew a boy, that had helped him, and that would now need his help. Now, let's say he didn't know much. He wasn't much anymore.

Aphrodite wasn't really helping when she faded. She was messing with some mortals' love life. She faded at peace.

Hermes faded wondering who could need his last blessing. He had a debt for Delphi, right? After all, it spared that woman, even with the curse…

War was the last thing to go.

Power.

Nobody could see within the organs of Percy. His cells began to produce energy out of seemingly nowhere. His blood cells began to tear, only to become pure gold. Air filled his lungs, electricity filled his brain, fire filled his heart, skill filled his muscles…

A wall exploded.

Defeat.

That was the only thing Kronos knew he'll achieve. The boy standing in front of him was not Percy Jackson. The son of Poseidon was nothing but a receptacle, an embodiment…

A force of Nature.

Elements began to stir. Fire from the hearth began to slip from her control.

Percy was having a hard time. He felt the temperature within his body approaching the one of the sun (that is false, his organs were way hotter), he felt like the only thing keeping him from burning was the Curse he was still holding. Rage was in his mind. Kronos was going to have a bad… himself?

Anaklusmos melted in Percy's hand. His riptide was no more. That is why he had to make some new ones.

Ice began to appear in his hands, taking the form of a perfect sword, balanced, seemingly weightless, sharp…

Rage was in Percy's mind… But so was something else.

Percy had a plan. That's weird. He knew where to hit, when to retreat, when to dodge and in what order. While watching the scythe, he knew how to forge it, while watching the statues, he knew what they were, he knew how to manipulate them.

So, he did. He brought them to life, and they began to fight for him.

Kronos was a formidable opponent. But when needles (to not say pikes) of ice kept appearing and disappearing on the battle field, when fire kept trying to melt his weapon, when water was engulfing him, pressing him, slowing him, when the sun was somehow always in his eyes, it seemed impossible to him to gain victory.

Because it was.

He realized to late what happened when he became pinned to the floor, this body still holding, thanks to the curse, but ice making it impossible for him to move.

A statue took his scepter. And began to swing it, smashing it against Kronos' body, searching a weak point. And it eventually found it.

With a cry, Kronos saw the world end around him. Or maybe the world around him was seeing him end?

Pause.

The world was like stopped. There was no wind anymore, no wave, the crops stopped growing, the sun hid behind clouds, the moon never showed up, computers, cars and every system out there stopped working, no author found inspiration, no woman gave birth, wine began to rot, volcanoes stopped working.

Different animals were panicked, but nothing was as bad as the horses and the fishes. Whales were found in rivers, fishes began to try to break the dams…

The next day, the universe fund once more balance, and the Mist strengthen itself from the traumas caused by the events.

Then, happened a worldwide brainwash.

Despair.

Percy then noticed what had happened to his friends (where was Grover, and why was this bush in fire?).

He fell on his knees, trying to take a hold of his self.

He felt like he was slipping, like he was… not totally part of this world anymore…

His hands were transparent. Good. Wait, no, not good! He had to live! He had to… to keep going… fading isn't the answer. If he faded, he would never be with Annabeth… He had either to bring her back to life, or to find a way to die…

Percy took the elevator lonely… only to find downstairs a field full of corpses. Demigods, monsters and mortals alike were dead all over the place.

Shock.

The shock came from the two only people alive: Hades and Hestia.

With his newfound abilities, Percy understood that for the mortals it looked like a psychopath decided to do a mass killing for no reasons at all, but… well… mortals were right, I guess?

Hades was glaring at Percy, only stopped by Hestia.

He had a tear in the corner of his eyes.

There was no zombie anymore. Neither were there any living creature. Percy could hear sirens. And his dearest uncle (f**k Zeus! That makes Hades his dearest uncle! How much of a mess are you?):

"Percy. Jackson. What. DID. YOU. DO?!"

"Wait, brother", said Hestia, "Hear him out first…"

"NO. He shall face my anger!"

Percy did the only logical thing; he shapeshifted. Then teleported. Then shapeshifted again. Then hid his scent. Then shapeshifted again. Just to be sure.

The knowledge of his new powers seemed to be printed in his brains, and with a quick check he found at that many other things were in there too.

When he thought about mathematics, all became clear. From pi (3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679821480865132823066470938446095505822317253594081284811174502 8410270193852110555964462294895493038196442881097566593344612847564823378678316527120) to phi (1,618033988749894848204586834365638117720309179805762862135448622705260462189024497072072041), he began to see the universe from a different angle.

That caused Percy to fear. He was changing. And he didn't know into what.

Percy teleported in his mom's apartment, only to find her worrying in Paul's shoulders. He felt like he should talk to her, but missed the strength to do so. He willed a note to appear in the kitchen:

Hey, mom.

You may have noticed now, but I have a real talent to be in trouble

Don't worry, I'm fine. I'll just sort some things out. I need it.

I think Hestia will try to integrate you both in the mythical world,

Do it. Or don't. But stay safe at all cost.

Paul, take care of her.

Be both happy,

You know who I am.

The last line made Percy chuckle. You know who I am. Well, I don't. Not anymore.

He then decided it was time to leave, and did so. He teleported where his heart led him. Of course, it had to be the worst place possible; Hoover.

To him, that place had always been linked to Annabeth. Now that she wasn't there anymore… Last time he was there she wasn't too… But back then he knew she was alive. Now, he could only hope to find a way to join her. One way, or the other.

He sat on a stone, while trying to process everything. He was a fugitive now. He was alone against all the gods, the titans… And he didn't know what he was.

Maybe he was a god, well, it's not like he could check by cutting his self… He looked at the artificial lake. He had always loved water. Maybe it was time to make it his home? To retire for now, wait until things cool down, and then…

He knew he was purely lying to himself, now. He could not wait. That wasn't his nature. It never was, it'll never be. He was hyperactive, always had to move, and definitively couldn't let his family or his world alone…

He willed his home to appear in the water. Then decided to shield it.

The shields were built thanks to his powers over technology, and soon even the Mist couldn't enter the hidden building. It was a sphere of influence outside the sphere of influence. It wasn't big.

Boredom.

Percy spent the next few days doing nothing. Gods (well, those still alive) know how hard it is to keep this much energy to himself. So Percy started to work. At first, his projects weren't big. It was a door, a new room, an underground, a window, a seal system…

But soon it wasn't enough. Percy was boiling with ideas, all wanted to be tested, all clear in his mind. What had he changed into?

Percy began to do researches on his own body, trying X-rays, magic scanners, and soon learned the truth… he had become immortal.

And way too powerful for his own tastes. He began in his dreams to understand what happened, especially when he had memories from some gods…

He then understood. He had archery from one of the two twins, Athena's intelligence (why?), Hephaistos' one as well.

Percy looked outside, and understood that only one day had passed.

It was going to be a looong time.

Rachel

To say Rachel was having fun was like saying the sun is the coldest thing in the universe.

Rachel was utterly bored.

Since Hades had taken Olympus over, then made the new "council of councils", minor gods kept coming to her to get a maximum of info about what was the deal with Percy Jackson. To a surprisingly many of them, the boy was a myth, created by the majors to show their '' power '' over the earth. But now, every god was basically free.

Free to recognize their children or not. Free to have an impact of the new democratic life of the myths.

Some, like Eridanus gained a lot in the process, as the council of river became an influent part of Olympus. Others, like Calypso, stayed in the background. Hecate became a full-time member of the council of councils.

And Rachel knew what everybody was seeking now: Percy Jackson.

Percy the traitor.

Jackson the god killer.

Percy Jackson the enemy of Hades.

He had somehow found a way to hide himself. Good. Rachel was sure of one thing, Percy didn't betray anybody. And she had to find him.

That's what she did…

With Nico's help, they began to look at every place.

Rachel was using a list, for once, and with her new companion, they began to make their trip.

First place: camp half brood. It seemed evident to look here, Percy knew the forest, and maybe some places to hide in. The soul sight (as Rachel began to call the ability Nico had to see living creatures) didn't detect anything at all, except a frightened frog that was clearly out of place.

Second place: Sally's apartment. It was evident that Sally was hiding something, but evident too that she didn't knew anything. The soul sight was once more ineffective. But the discussion with miss Blofis wasn't. She told them about some few locations that Rachel noted on her notebook (otherwise filled with sketches).

Third place: Montauk. Nothing noticeable. It should have been the perfect hide, but part of Rachel knew it was too perfect to be true.

Day two; Nico and Rachel traveled approximatively 7 200km by the day seeking at various places from different quests Percy had gone in.

Day three:

Location number 49: Hoover dam. Rachel remembered this place as the place she met the mythological world, and it would have made sense for Percy to be in there.

The dam was a true masterpiece. No skeletons were hanging around (even if with Nico by her side, Rachel knew they wouldn't be much of a problem).

They settled over a cliff, with a view of the lake. The amount of place where Percy would have hidden was now very low. Of course, he could have been on the run, but Neither of both friends wanted to think about it. If Percy crossed a boat, he could be everywhere now.

Rachel began to go outside the camp for her daily call to Sally Jackson. Of course, she had to be far from him to don't attract monsters, even if this was becoming dangerous to her as she could picture Nico's scent on her. Especially after three days of physical contact to ensure to don't be lost in the shadows.

"Hello?"

"Miss Jackson, Rachel calling."

"Oh, dear! How are you?"

"Fine, and you?"

"Fine… So, did you find him?"

Rachel hated those moments. Sally's voice was always filled with hopes. And Rachel had to crush them under the unbearable weight of truth.

"I'm sorry but…"

"Don't be. I' grateful you take so much of your time for my son already, you both. Percy has some really good friends."

"Thanks, miss… I'll… I'll tell you tomorrow if we can find anything"

"Have a nice night."

Then the call ended. Rachel came back to camp, the tiredness and the travel taking their toll on her mind. She barely noticed Nico sleeping, and sat against the fire, nearly like an automat…

An automaton? What's that one doing here?

It was as tall as Rachel, with clothing that let some gears appear. His irises were turning around the pupils, like some wheels. Its skin was absent, letting everyone notice the tubes, gears, wires, and pistons making this robot works.

"Er, sir? What are you doing here? Is it because of the order 33?"

"What? No! We detected you, so I had to check what your intentions were…"

"Rachel… who's this", asked a still half sleeping Nico.

"I don't know! Who are you?"

"I am Unit 12. You can call me courant!"

"Ok…", said a waking Nico… "So, where is your base?"

"I can't show you sorry. I'm just trying to get your identities for data and further examination. Who're you? What're you doing?"

"Er… I am Rachel Elizabeth Dare, and this is Nico Di Angello. We're looking for Percy Jackson, do you know where he could be?"

"Oh.", answered the automaton.

Gears stopped working for a bit, so did the eyes. Some rays of light making the psi letter (Ψ) in his eyes began to light the area, as if the automaton was using its energy for something else.

Then gears slowly began to move again following a swift move, like a dance. The eyes gained some speed and loosed some brightness.

"I have to make a report. Are you staying until morning?"

They quickly nodded. Any help could be useful, right?

"Good, then you'll know what the lord thinks about it. Maybe he'll personally greet you."

"The lord?"

"The lord of all mechanical life. The life bringer. He's said to be able to bring anything to life. He is our creator, protector and the nearest thing we have of a god."

"Oh.", said Nico.

Then the mechanical human stood and began to walk dangerously close to the cliff, then jumped.

Both adventurers were having a bad time trying to sleep. They felt watched, and most of all, they kept speculating about who this ''lord '' could be.

The next day was not only the end of the first month under the new godly regime, but also the day where they met the lord.

During breakfast, 12 reappeared. He was walking at great speed without any visible tiredness, thing normal for a robot.

"So. What did your lord said?"

"Our lord said he wanted to meet you, as soon as you both swear on Styx to never tell any god where to meet us."

"Fair enough. I, Nico di Angello, abide by your terms."

"So do I".

No thunder rumbled. Both adventurers watched each other with astonishment. The oath wasn't taken.

"Nah, we trust you, now, since you were ready to take the oath, but we can't let Styx find what it's about.", said n°12.

"So which way?", asked Nico, still a bit stunned.

"Oh! This one!"

As soon as the android answered, a tunnel of water began to appear, and slowly reached the top of the cliff. It looked like a stair inside. The choice of this mode of transportation surprised a bit Rachel. Don't electronic hate water? She lost a mobile that way.

"Can you pull the battery off your device off? It's making us traceable by Olympus." Asked 12, worry in his eyes.

Soon they entered the water tunnel, which led under water to a palace. The outside was barely recognizable from rocks, but by seeking them you could see turrets. Once standing in front of the doors, the tunnel collapsed, and the wall seemed to open like an iris. As they got in, it closed behind them.

The decoration inside was non-existent. Nevertheless, it seemed highly technological. Pipes were in the room, as much as batteries, air recycler, some commands panels, some devices none of them recognized.

"I'm sorry, you both. We don't have that much visit. In fact, you're the first visitors in here since I'm around!"

Lights on the ceilings were bright, of course, but what shocked both Nico and Rachel was the amounts of gardens in the open rooms at each side of the main corridor.

Then they entered a room were air was hot. Hot enough to burn humans? It seemed so, but neither of the humans in this place were harmed in any way.

"Welcome to the nursery. I'll let you speak with the lord."

Then number 12 left, and a voice said with ultimate despair:

"I told you to don't call me lord!"

Then a man appeared. He was looking at both his invited with little suspicion. Maybe something more like… happiness.

"Let's skip the intro, will you?"

"Ok…", said Nico.

Machinery was pumping lava in the background, and a robot with a post-it on his front were "n°1" was written was using his ten limbs to control its repartition over an obsidian structure.

"Percy Jackson has been placed under my protection. Why do you seek him?"

"Don't you know? Nowadays, everybody seeks him.", said Rachel.

Nico feared it was the wrong thing to say, but the entity before them just laughed.

"Now that doesn't answer my question at all. Why do you seek him?"

"We're his friends!", said Nico.

"She's his friend. You're his cousin, even if he considers you more like a brother."

"We have to check on him. We have to make sure he's okay.", asked Rachel calmly.

"What did you do to him? Is he alive? Is he well?"

"The answer is no. He is not truly alive, nor well. And none of that happened under my will."

"Wait, what do you mean, he's not truly alive? He isn't dead, otherwise my dad would tell me, so…"

"If I show him to you, what would you do?"

"Make sure he's fine!"

"He isn't"

"Then we'll help him!"

Silence took over the room. A seat appeared out of nowhere behind the master of this place, and he sat, beginning to look at both thoughtfully.

"It could work."

Number 1 was beginning to emit a lot of clicks and rumble, while still working on the lava.

"I know, old friend… I know. But this world is changing. We need them."

The room's light began to glow a bit differently, the walls changed to blue, and heat increased a bit.

Then the entity standing in front of them changed its form until he looked like Percy Jackson.

"Hey buddies. I missed you."

Then Rachel slapped him. She hurt herself hard on a skin of metal.

"You liar. It isn't possible, it isn't…"

"It is me. Did Mom have my letter? I was a bit worried Olympians would get it and jump to conclusion…"

"No way", said Nico.

"Yes, no way!", shouted an angry Rachel.

"You became a god."

"He became a what now!"

"A god makes it sounds worse than it actually is. Let's settle on immortal.", said Percy calmly.

"You are not Percy!"

"You don't really sound like him", pointed Nico.

"No, I don't. You wanna bet why? I changed, that day. I absorbed some gods domain, and even now, one month after, they're still fusing slowly. I don't know how this work, but I'll figure this out. Then I'll retrieve Annabeth. And Thalia, Silenna, Beckendorf, Grover,if I can."

"Dude the entire council of councils is after you.", pointed Nico.

"Ah.", said Percy.

Silence fell once more.

"I hoped at least Hestia would be on my side. Is Calypso free?"

"Yes, you moron.", said Rachel.

"Oh, calm down, will you? I'm trying to do what's best for everybody, and to do that I'll need your help."

"How come?"

"The Oracle of Delphi is down, I guess. We must retrieve the mummy. I sense dangers coming, but I yet have to figure what they'll be. And I don't plan to face the unknown once more. "

"Because that worked so well last time", said Nico matter-of-factly.

"Indeed. Now, you Rachel, you are compatible with Delphi's spirit. If we make you the next Oracle, it should expend my vison over the new problems."

"And why would we help you. For all we know, you could be trying to overthrown a bunch of gods, or..."

"My fatal flaw is loyalty. I can't start a war against with the gods. But I can defend mines against what is about to come."

"And what will you do to help us?", asked Nico.

"I planned on making you both my champions, you know? And Nico, there is this mortal, that will need your help, and that will help in this conflict; fatal flaw Hubris, inventive, clever, but also really stupid."

"What's his name?"

"Tony Stark."

Hey everybody! So this was the first chapter of my new story. I hope you liked it. I plan to let a chapter flow every month, but once again I can't promise you anything.

The date of the month where this will go out will change, but it will always be near the end of the month, and it will always be a bit longer than chapters of my other story. I try to take my time with this one, to plant the characters a bit more. If i didn't completely missed the corrects settings, this story should be labeled as a PJO/Avenger crossover. I know there is a lot of them. I saw them, read some of them, and enjoyed them. Nevertheless, I'll try to be original with my stories and my relations between characters.

I also don't plan now any parings other than the canon ones, and I don't think it'll change.

Rachel will become the Oracle, as you may have read, and Nico might become an avenger.

I seriously hope I didn't make Percy too OOC, but i think his nature changed, deep down. I think now is time to show that.

Next chapter will be Delphi's quest!

Merry Christmas! (or have a nice day if you read this later!)