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Perseus stared at the sword in his hand, feeling the power humming deep inside it. It was a weapon of power, a blade worthy to bathe itself in the blood of immortals til its thirst would be quenched. The blade swirled with different metals, silver, celestial bronze, imperial gold, and cold steel. It had been cooled in the ichor of multiple minor deities and powerful monsters and even some taken from less than willing titans. In Perseus' mind it was the most beautiful weapon in the world, which was why he was trying to name it currently. Sitting on a small throne in the grand courtyard of Mount Othrys. He had tried everything from latin to greek to plain old names. All female, for some reason the blade gave him a very feminine feel, and he always trusted his feelings. While he was musing, in his own world, there was a meeting of titans happening around him. The largest gathering in millenia.

"We should strike right away! The Olympians have been lazy long enough, time to put fear in their hearts again, unlike anything they have ever felt!" Pallas yelled out, sick of having to wait for war now that much of his family was outside the Pit.

"Peace, Pallas. Patience will be rewarded with destruction in the form of our young prince, let him grow his power further and we will not fail."

"Peace is all you preach, Perses, I have had enough of the slavery of peace!" The two titans bickered with each other trying to convince the same council of what to do and when to do it.

Krios sighed deeply, staring at his sons wishing they could agree with each other on something for once. Menoetius smiled widely at Pallas, a strange look for the titan of anger. Mnemosyne was advising remembrance of past mistakes to deaf ears. Hyperion grumbled to himself as he nursed a nasty hangover from a nectar and whiskey concoction he had discovered the week before. The titanesses talked among themselves to try to tune the arguments out.

"What does the Prince say?" Prometheus spoke loudly, clearing the other voices out of the way like a tidal wave as a heavy feeling fell into the room and onto Perseus' shoulders. Lifting his eyes from his sword, he looked at the gathered deities waiting for him to speak.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat before speaking, "My father... took a great risk to bring me into this world, setting back his reforming by decades. I say it is my duty to clear his path back into it. We pick a fight. Make it loud and begin the campaign. The first war took eleven years, we have to be prepared for it to take longer this time. Monsters are stirring from the depths at a rapid pace, we use this time to our advantage and strike hard while the gods are unaware and wile away their lives on their false thrones. We start the war we must finish it, if you aren't prepared to fight for your lives thrones and my father, leave. But to those that stay, gore and glory await us, let us make the world remember the strength of Othrys!" The throne room was silent for a heartbeat before the titans in the room erupted into a chant that would have struck fear into the heart of Olympus, no one leaving and all looking to the Son of Kronos as their current leader.

It was a strange feeling for the sixteen year old half-titan. To be looked up to by millenia old deities was not what he thought would happen when he was just a child, but now he was in the position as the only one Kronos would speak to from the pit. He was the only one with direct insight into what his father wanted and his father was King of the Titans, so he was often looked on to be the final decision lately.

It was an hour later when Percy was walking out of Othrys into a clearing, broken down ancient structures surrounding the top of the mountain and in the middle was a dark swirling pillar laid on the shoulders of a titan. Atlas had been driven into a sort of madness after so long of holding the sky. They had attempted freeing him, replacing his burden to several powerful monsters but they crumbled to dust in an instant and it took Perseus' powers over time to be able to get Atlas back under the sky in time. But he wasn't what Perseus had come for.

On a raised dais was a massive cracked and burned stone throne, and sitting in it was a golden coffin. Inside it was the pieces of his father's body reforming. He always felt at his most powerful close to the throne and coffin, like he could stop time all around the world with barely a thought, it was intoxicating. His eyes glowed and the scythe symbol activated, glowing the same gold as Perseus' eyes. The son of Kronos fell to his knees and winced as his mind held his father's thoughts.

It took Kronos no more than ten seconds to recall the entire council and Perseus couldn't read anything through their mental link.

"So the war will finally start. Well done, Perseus. You enjoy the power you have over them don't you? Ruling is addictive, do not let it go too far, you are the only child I like." There was a hint of cold amusement in his tone but all Perseus could do was nod in response.

"What is your first move?"

"That is why I am here, you tell me where to aim my blade and I won't miss."

"Strike deep right away, most of the gods stay on Olympus, but the wine god stays in their little demigod camp. Kill him. Make Olympus fear us right away."

"It will be done, father."

"The first strike must connect, put them on the back foot, now leave I must prepare to rule the Earth once more!"

Perseus was breathing heavily, and had already sweat through his shirt. Standing back up he felt the cold air touch his skin sending a chill down his spine. The war was to begin and his first step? Kill an Olympian god. He touched his watch, getting the comforting feeling his blade always gave him. If there was one thing he was good at it was killing so he would do just that.

By the time he got to his room in the heart of Othrys he was exhausted from the politics of immortal beings and the meeting with Kronos. If he was anyone else he would have said time slowed down during the council but he knew that wasn't true. Stripping out of his clothes he got ready to shower before he relaxed the night away, in preparation for the war council that was bound to happen the next day. But as he stepped in to the bathroom he found the light on and the water running and he grinned in anticipation. He was sure she would have been gone by now, back with her sisters. He set aside his towel and wordlessly stepped into his shower.

_

It was 10:01 in the morning when Perseus woke up, feeling the weight of the beatiful nymph's head on his chest, her black hair spread all over and her copper skin warm against his. He spent a while just looking down at her and enjoying her presence and the feeling of time flowing around them. Half an hour later her eyes started opening to find herself in a position she had started waking up in more and more often lately.

"Good morning, Aigle." Her pillow spoke from beneath her.

"Mmm, not yet..." She mumbled.

"Hmmm, I could live with that but, I am sure your sisters are wondering where you are by now."

"And I'm sure they have a good idea where I am." She said more annoyed that he was actually waking her up now.

"Well, no matter what, I have to get up and you're no feather." He cracked a smirk at her glare, knowing very well he would pay for it at some later time.

"Fine, you can go but don't expect me to be here tonight." The Hesperide huffed out as she rolled over so her back was facing Percy. He laughed silently and leaned so he was over her. She tried to keep her eyes closed but relented and finally looked up at the demi-titan abover her.

"What?" She tried to glare again, but Percy paid it no mind.

"You're cute when you try to be angry." He said simply, before leaning down and kissing her cheek. She said nothing, but the blush on her cheek was clearly visible.

"I probably won't be back for a while. But feel free to come here whenever you want."

"What do you mean? Where are you going?" She asked, a puzzled expression on her face.

"To start a war."

_

It was all planned out by mid-afternoon. Prometheus would meet the gods and speak of war and Kronos' rising. Offer a place on the winning side to all present, and when turned down, he would flee as fast as Hades. Meanwhile, Perseus would sneak into the demigod camp and wait for Dionysus to return, but it would take some time to get an audience with all the Olympians. However the gods were nothing if not predictable and they always met on the solstices and the summer solstice was just a few days away.

The night of the solstice, Perseus was hiding in the shadows of the woods that surrounded the camp, the moon shining brightly overhead, bathing the camp in a silvery light. The cabins laid haphazardly in the distance, but his focus was on the big blue house. He pulled his hood lower, so no light reflected off his face and pulled his sleeve down over his watch. He started walking towards the house that held one of the greatest teachers and trainers in the world, and the laziest god. Chiron was asleep in his quarters and didn't even stir at the creaking of the wood outside his door, he had no clue his half-brother stood outside it. Perseus found the wine god's room with no trouble and found himself with nothing to do but wait.

_

Prometheus was on his knees in front of the Olympians. A position he had hated for millenia.

"Why are you here, Titan!" Zeus yelled out, head swirling after being filled with nectar and wine.

"No need to yell, Zeus, I come with glad tidings! Lord Kronos rises soon! He comes back to reclaim his throne and rule the world!

"What?!" Ares roared out but nobody heard him.

"Of course this will bring silly things like war and all but all who wish to side with the Titans are welcome!"

"If there is to be war your blood shall be the first!" Zeus rose in a rage and reached for his lightning bolt only to find it missing. "What is this?!"

"I believe my welcome has run out, we should do this again soon!" Prometheus disappeared in a blast of white light that cracked the marble floor beneath him, leaving a very angry and paranoid group of gods behind him.

_

It was midnight when Dionysus finally got to his room in the Big House, after dealing with grumpy gods and then curious Chirons even the Olympian felt like sleeping for a week, especially with the hangover he knew he was bound to have the next morning. Perseus stood with sword drawn and held behind him, hiding in the shadows behind the door.

"What sort of prank are you planning this time?" Dionysus' voice was so tired, Perseus almost felt bad when he stepped closer and ran his blade straight through the god's back, piercing his heart. Dionysus' mouth was instantly covered in golden ichor as he gasped, unable to draw air in. In a last ditch effort, he summoned his thyrsus, swinging it over his head, only to have time slow his strike and the sword to pulled from his back and swing into the air as time resumed and his weapon was chopped in half, releasing an explosion of power that blew him into the wall, dying instantly, ichor splattered all over the room. Perseus was lucky, the explosion of the god's symbol of power only knocking him off his feet. Grinning to himself, he felt his heartbeat thumping so fast it was bound to burst out his chest as the adrenaline rushed through his veins. Hearing shouts from the distance, Perseus was forced to leave quickly. Ichor shining brightly on his dark cloak.

The next day the only report of anything unusual was a satyr describing tiny gold stars running to the woods. He was dismissed faster than Dionysus had been killed. Olympus was in an uproar at the sight of the wine god's destroyed throne, and Chiron's description of last night's events. The disappearance of one Hermes camper went completely unnoticed, Luke Castellan was almost halfway to Othrys already with lightning bolt in his posession. It had been easy, taking the daughter of Athena's hat of invisibility and then while Prometheus had their full attention, grabbing the master bolt had been too easy. And it was the rush he got that felt the best, honestly. The gods would pay for how they treated their children and he would be one of the collectors of their debts, and he would do everything he could to keep the titans in line. He knew they couldn't be trusted fully, but Perseus was a halfblood too, he would make sure of the same, at least Luke hoped he would.

_

Staring at his sword, Percy felt like he knew the purpose of his sword now, it was Vengeance, against the corruption of the gods. As he thought the word, it appeared on the crossguard. The letters looking beautiful and deadly at the same time. The act of war he had committed the night before, making his blood run high still, a whole twenty-four hours later. He heard a bush rustle behind him and spun on his heels, ready to kill anything that crossed his path.

"Touchy aren't we?" He immediately calmed down hearing the voice behind him. Iapetus had finally come to get him.

"I just killed Dionysus, forgive me for being a little jumpy." He said with a grin.

"Well done, little Prince! The war shall be won in no time at this rate!" Perseus glared up at the massive titan.

"I'm not little! You are just large." His voice held humor in it as their usual argument started.

Iapetus had taken Perseus in and trained him since he was a very young boy. He was almost more his father than Kronos, though Kronos did have an excuse at least.

"We should get back to Othrys, I think your Hesperide has grown anxious with no word from you." Blushing, Percy just sent another half-hearted glare at the titan.

"Let's go then." Holding out his hand for Iapetus to flash him to Othrys' throne room.

Prometheus was revelling in the tale from Mt. Olympus, everyone laughing at the description of Zeus' reaction. Everything stopped when Iapetus and Perseus flashed into the middle of the room.

Percy threw down the broken pieces of Dionysus' thyrsus and the mood turned into celebration for the rest of the night, nectar flowed like water as did wine ironically. Many titans disappeared together through the night. The oldest of the titans felt something in the halls that hadn't been there in forever, life. Percy was about to leave to find Aigle, when the doors crashed open and a tall figure stood next to a much smaller one.

"Oceanus." Hyperion growled out, flames appearing on his head. "How dare you show your face on Othrys!" He started walking toward his older brother, flaming sword appearing in his hand, when curses came from the smallest throne in the room. Perseus was on a knee, holding his head.

"Stand down, Hyperion, Kronos wishes for us to hear him out." Hyperion glared one last time at Oceanus and Tethys before the flames burned out, leaving the throne room in eerie shadows.

Oceanus started to speak but was cut off by the Son of Kronos.

"Have care how you speak, your tongue is in danger." Perseus stared at him coldly.

"My wife and I wish to return to Othrys, to fight against the Olympians."

"Why now? Last time you seemed to be happy enough to fight your family." Oceanus shuffled nervously, fingers grasping tightly at the silver trident in his hand.

"We made a mistake, thinking the gods would be kinder than they were and fearing their power and weapons. They replaced us without a thought, no reward but putting us under little more than house arrest for a thousand years and now they are so caught up in themselves that they care not what we do. The Olympians have become weaker, while Othrys regrows, we wish to regrow along with it."

"And when the next "gods" come to challenge Othrys' power? What then? How can we trust you to stay loyal when you have so clearly shown how loyal you can be."

"I don't suppose an oath on the Styx will suffice?" Tethys spoke quietly. She got only nods in return. Perseus winced as his father spoke to him again.

'An oath to Khaos.' The words came from Perseus' mouth but they were not his. The two titans of the sea paled at the words, knowing there was no going back on that promise ever.

'The oath or your lives!' Every other titan drew their weapons on the previously disloyal titans. They gazed into each other's eyes, Tethys seemed to win the argument with her stubborn husband.

"We swear to Khaos we will not betray Othrys again." The whole room shook, pieces of rubble flew across the room and some were thrown off their feet.

'Tread carefully brother.' Perseus collapsed, unconscious. The throne room was silent, all eyes on their new allies. Hyperion stepped up to Oceanus before he spread his arms and brought him into a hug.

"Our family is almost complete once again."

_

Perseus' eyes opened to a welcome sight. He was on his bed with Aigle staring down at him worriedly. The only bad thing was the pounding in his head.

"Percy?" Aigle's voice was worried, he had been knocked out for hours and had showed no signs of waking up. Percy didn't speak just reached up and grabbed her, pulling her into his arms and bed. Her laugh was the purest thing he had ever heard and he was desperate to hear more of it.

"You were here again." He whispered in her ear.

"Where else would I be?" Right then he didn't want to think of any answer, he just wanted to hold her and sleep for days.

A.N. I didn't think I would post this because of my other stories but... screw it, I don't care. You can never have too many stories lul.

I don't think i've read a story with Percy as the son of a titan that actually fights for the titans, or one that doesn't just villainize the titans (maybe one) so this is my take on Percy as the son of kronos idea. Also gods are not necessarily evil in this, just the enemy. War is a grey area where questions of right and wrong barely have a foothold.

A lot happened for a first chapter, idk if that's good or not.

Let me know what you think.

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(P.P.S. I won't write lemons but there will be sexual themes as seen above)