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Author's Note:
Hi everyone! Just a small detail: I'm not a big connoisseur of Percy Jackson, and I've forgotten some parts of the original work. I'm writing this story for fun and to have a fresh start in this universe.
I actually began writing this story on my phone and ended up with a total of 55,000 words or more! Please note that I use AI to help me write a little faster and to choreograph the upcoming combat scenes, but I don't let the AI do everything—the heart of the story remains mine.
Update Schedule: New chapters every Tuesday and Friday.
Thank you for joining me on this journey!
Translation: The Symphony of Ruin and the Price of the Mask
The screen freezes on Percy's face, his red eyes glowing with an unbearable radiance amidst the carnage he has just unleashed. Archbishop faces the assembly, an enigmatic smile on his lips. He crosses his arms, waiting for the tumult of their hearts to subside.
— Archbishop: "You have seen the symphony. You have seen blood and darkness obey his baton like lovers to their master. So, tell me... what is your new theory? What has Percy Jackson become? Grade yourselves out of 20."
The Council of Theories
Nyx (her voice trembling with an emotion she does not understand): "It is not magic. It is a resonance. The darkness he manipulates... it does not come from Tartarus; it comes from me. He moves as if my own blood flows through his veins. I theorize that he stole a part of my essence while crossing my realm. He has become a primordial parasite."
Archbishop's Grade: 04/20. "A parasite? You are blind, Nyx. One does not command primordial darkness through theft; one does it by birthright... or by something far more intimate."
Zeus (foaming with rage and terror): "He is an anti-god! He struck a bargain with the Void itself just to humiliate us! Look at how he 'saved' us... it wasn't heroism; it was a demonstration of force to show us that we are nothing! He is the embodied end of Olympus. He is a monster of the Abyss!"
Archbishop's Grade: 00/20. "Still as egocentric as ever, Zeus. You think everything he does is linked to your little throne. He didn't save you out of hatred; he did it out of habit. And this 'monster' is the only thing keeping you from vanishing."
Hades (observing the sleeping Percy with strange deference): "He is not a monster. He is an architect. The way he structured that symphony... it is creation born from chaos. I think he has become the incarnation of a new order. A bridge between us and the Primordials. A sort of 'Third Way' necessary for the survival of the universe."
Archbishop's Grade: 09/20. "You're getting warm, Hades. He is indeed a bridge, but you have no idea which two shores he truly connects."
Chaos (staring at the screen with an intensity that seems to pierce through reality): "I feel a calling. When he raises his batons, my own inner void shudders. My theory... is that he is no longer an individual. He has become a cosmic catalyst. He has merged with the fundamental laws of existence. He is not a god; he is the Echo of what I was before I created the world."
Archbishop's Grade: 15/20. "Majestic, Mother of All Things. You feel the bond, don't you? But even you refuse to see the obvious truth hidden behind it. You seek a metaphysical explanation where there is... a sense of belonging."
The Master's Silence
Archbishop descends the steps of the platform, stopping just before Percy's floating body. Inside, he smiles. If only they knew... If only they knew that this "monster," this "catalyst," is in reality the Primordial Soulmate of two of the most powerful entities in this room.
A double bond, a sacred anomaly that explains why their respective powers respond to his slightest sigh. But Archbishop keeps this secret buried deep. The shock will only be greater later.
— Archbishop: "Your theories are... entertaining. But none of them graze the truth. You try to understand his power, but you do not understand his identity."
He snaps his fingers, and the image on the screen resumes. Kronos stands alone against Percy. The rest of his army has become a scarlet mist.
— Archbishop: "Look closely at the end of the King of the Titans. For it is here that the mask of Percy Jackson finally falls."
Vision: The Exile of the Savior
The vision resumes. Kronos, cornered, tries to speak, but his voice chokes. Percy approaches him, his conductor's batons smoking with black energy. Under the influence of the batons, the Titan does not scream. He unravels like smoke. His eyes, once full of rage, close with an expression of infinite gratitude. He is gently erased from the fabric of existence.
The Rejection of the "Bloods"
Percy turns toward the Gods and demigods he has just freed. He steps toward Poseidon, hand outstretched, his red eyes seeking a spark of recognition. But what he receives is a blade of hatred.
— "Back, demon!" Zeus screams, crawling away from him. — "You are not my son..." Poseidon whispers, his face distorted by dread. "You are evil incarnate." — "Murderer! Monster! Cursed!" The demigods cry out, huddling together as if Percy were about to devour them.
Percy does not answer. He had prepared for this void. In a whirlwind of blood and liquid shadows, he evaporates, leaving Olympus forever.
The Memory: The Forbidden Encounter
The image shifts. We find Percy far from everything, in an isolated, dark, damp cave. He lies on the cold ground, shaking with fatigue. As he sinks into a deep sleep, his memories surface. We see a young Percy, creating small flowers of blood that wither, or destroying rocks with a mere thought to vent his pain.
A man appears at the entrance of the cave. His aura is so powerful that even through the screen, the spectators feel oppressed. The man approaches young Percy and says calmly: — "You have a magnificent gift, little one. But this world is too small for you. I will teach you to conduct the orchestra of your soul."
The man introduces himself. He is Archbishop.
The Final Shock
Zeus points a trembling finger: "YOU! It was you... you corrupted him from the beginning!" Athena stands up, eyes wide: "It wasn't a coincidence. You aren't an observer, Archbishop. You are his creator."
The Drama of the Bet: The Poison of Innocence
The image changes to a mortal school. Percy, about fourteen, tries to go unnoticed. A group of girls laugh in a corner. A bet is made. One of them approaches, feigning shyness, and kisses him. To the world, it is a trivial teenage gesture. To Percy's essence, it is an atomic assault.
Five Days of Agony
The screen shows an unbearable ordeal. Percy reaches Archbishop's manor and collapses.
The Blood: He vomits liters of black ichor and purple blood.
The Acid: His lips are blistered, burned as if he had kissed molten metal.
The Fever: Hallucinations of music and shadow scream in the room.
Aphrodite screams in agony: "No! Stop it! Love shouldn't do that! It was just a kiss... why does his body treat it like monster venom?" Chaos thunders: "It wasn't a kiss he received. It was a contamination. His essence is so pure that mortal flesh is a biological insult to him!"
The Quest for the Forbidden Remedy
Percy, emaciated, frantically searches the forbidden library. He finds a ritual: "Desensitization of the Essence." Archbishop appears in the doorway. "You decide your life, Percy. But you cannot do this. The result could be worse than the sickness."
Percy turns to him, tears in his eyes: "I am sick! This world is impossible for me! My pain never ends... I must fix this myself."
The Ritual and False Freedom
Percy performs the ritual in an isolated clearing. When he wakes, he seems transformed. He touches a tree. Nothing. No burning. He goes into a mortal city. He eats a pizza. Nothing. No nausea. He enters a crowded cinema, letting strangers bump into him. Nothing. No acidic pain. He touches a girl's hand. His face lights up with pure joy.
"I am normal," he whispers on the screen. "I am finally free."