A Prayer To The Ones Above All | Percy Jackson

With eyes like His Queen

Dear reader, do not be afraid.

This is just the beginning. New starts can be bright and dull.

The Fates will add vibrant paint to this painful scenery soon.

Dear reader, do not be afraid.

Perseus is his favourite.

In the one month of the titan victory, everything changed.

Kronos commanded the titaness of magic to lift the veil of the mist. Mortals discovered their existence.

Their futile efforts to fight the might of the titans were laughable!

The Crooked One sat on his throne in his grand palace on the Mount Othrys, and with his new council, he sipped nectar and feasted on ambrosa as he watched everything unfold.

The world was his!

And how could he ever forget, he found a way to earn his wife's love back.

The new god with features as cruel as his and eyes like his wife, he will be like their child. Perseus will be his way around the prophecy of his father.

This! This is what victory truly tasted like!

His grandson sat on a throne of gold Kronos had ordered to be made specially for him.

It was grander than any, though smaller than his own, but grand and gold and beautiful and shining.

Kronos had given the new god a throne right next to his and his queen's. And he would give him more! He would wash away that mortal stench that still lingered on his destroyer's skin with gems and jewels. He would have him given the most expensive robes, trimmed with gold and silver and celestial bronze. He would give him the treasure of his knowledge of all the times. Oh, in the name of Chaos, Kronos would give him a father's love!

He would never let the young boy forget this day when he claims him. The world would know not to underestimate his Perseus. Even the titans would learn to bow to the might of his claimed one!

He stood up suddenly and the sound of celebration died. Everyone present in the great hall stood as well, dropping whatever they were doing. He liked this discipline. He smiled, all teeth and cruel.

He turned to see his little god who had not moved. Sitting on the gold throne as if he were the king decorated in broad forearm bands of gold, a loose off-white shirt beneath  dark blue robes embroidered with gold, and hair shining with a circlet of gold.

Kronos laughed.

The child was glaring at him with the eyes so green and vibrant. Oh, did the defiance suited him well!

Someone else would have been dust before they even had a moment to think of such treachery. Perseus was different but.

He will be sure to claim this child and he would do so now.

He was a picture of the Queen when he smiled. Kronos would gift him his terrifying graze for the times he would wish to command!

He took the child's face in his hand, making him look into his eyes.

The child sat still, indicating no motion other than that of obeying to turn his head up. Not a king yet.

Kronos forced his power and pain to mark his claim.

Why do you worry?

We've assured you, The Crooked One has his favourite.

We've shown you how The Crooked One thinks.

He craves love but also an unthreatened rule.

Perseus will learn happiness that comes with cruelness.

His eyes are gold.

He woke up in a room he didn't recognize but he knew what this meant. It had happened many times now. This would be nothing new.

The room -- calling it a room was a shame -- was larger than the ones he was given before. Tall and wide and open.

He could feel the sea near, his domain. The ozone was heavy in the air as lightening cracked and danced on his fingertips. Shadows crept to take away the beauty of the blue and white and gold palace room.

The door suddenly opened. He dropped his control ove this power. He would destroy this room to piss off Kronos some time else.

He had an eternity. He had forever.

A blonde man walked inside with three nature spirits. They bowed.

"His majesty, the Titan King-" Percy cut them off. This same has happened far too many times for his liking but never have Kronos ever chosen a mortal to serve him.

He pointed his vision on the blonde man with his head down and commanded, "Leave."

He eyes glowed golden and cruel.

He spirits trembling, bowed so low to their knees as hurried outside.

Perseus laughed. He was not cruel, he was far kinder than anyone alive. But the gift of the Titan King made it impossible for anyone to see this.

Percy had no idea why he had done this. He did not keep him a prisoner even when he had made the other gods his servants, cup-bearers, playthings. Kronos showed no mercy.

Why was he shown love, then?

The man shaking, rose from the low bow and looked up. Percy though that maybe it was possible maybe, for a god to have an heart attack. "Apollo!"

He is The Prince, The Heir, The road around a prophecy.

Did he know?

Perseus! You are the solution to this all.

Do you hear us? Please, hear us, our Lord.

Do not laugh, Fates. Do not enjoy this.

This is worse before this is better.

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