Perseus The Disgraced Archangel

Great Prophecy

200 years later (400 B.C)

      "Are you sure?" Perseus asked.

      "Yes, we need more information on this group, this will be the best way." Zoë responded.

     "Well, at least change to your original form, normal humans usually don't have half of their face looking like a zombie." Perseus said.

     Zoë frowned. "What's a zombie?"

     Perseus shook his head. "It's something in the future. They're like undead humans that eat other humans. Though they are not real."

     This was another word thing about Perseus could do. He could see small details about the future. So he occasionally referenced things from it and it seriously confused Zoë.

     "Oh, and what name are you gonna use?"

     "Zoë Nightshade." Zoë replied.

     "Not Morningstar?" Perseus said with a cute pout.

     "I'm gonna use my MAIDEN name. That's kinda what they are all about there." Zoë said,

     "But you're not one, our current predicament is proof."

     "I know, I want a baby just as much as you do, but I can fake it."

     "I know, but I'm worried if she finds out."

     "I'm a demon of Hell, I can take care of myself."

     "Yeah, I know."

     Zoë walked up to Perseus, put a hand on his cheek, and pecked his lips quickly. "I'll see you when it's done."

     Zoë took a couple thousand years.

1945 A.D

     The Gods of Olympus were relieved as the 2nd World War had just ended. The Big 3 had sworn an oath not to have children, and everyone was in a pretty good mood. At least, until Apollo fell off of his throne.

     His mouth opened and eyes glowed green. Green smoke poured out of his mouth. A raspy voice came out instead of his suave one.

The Devil will walk the Earth

With advice from the Hearth

Hell shall be raised

The king won't be fazed

A half-blood of the big three

Save or Raze, which will it guarantee?

     Apollo then passed out. Everyone else had a surprised look on their face. Zeus then dismissed the council. Artemis flashed out of the room to her Hunt.

     Zoë, in her time undercover, had become the Lieutenant of the Hunt and a reputation as a torturer to the male species. She was often called a Demon, someone you never wanted to cross. They didn't know how right they were.

     But as much fun as it was torturing living humans, she missed Hell. It was colder on the surface world, and not nearly enough screams. Music kind of made up for the screams, as it reminded her of the times her and Perseus would dance when they had free time. That was another thing she missed. Her king, her Husband. She had a feeling he was about to do something really stupid.

     She saw Artemis flash in and called the hunters to her. "Hello m'lady, how was the meeting?"

     By this time, all the hunters had arrived. "We seem to have a Great Prophecy."

     "What is a Great Prophecy?" Phoebe asked.

     "A prophecy that seems to have bigger implications for the world than any other one." Artemis replied.

     "Well, what is it?" Zoë asked.

The Devil will walk the Earth

With advice from the Hearth

Hell shall be raised

The king won't be fazed

A half-blood of the big three

Save or Raze, which will it guarantee?

     Looks like Zoë was right. And as we would soon see, she is really his impulse control.

A.N This is a shorter chapter because it is setting up the next chapter and the main plot of the story. Respect to Rick Riordan for making those prophecies, because that took me a while to do. I might update this again next instead of We Are Venom, I don't know.