A Prayer To The Ones Above All | Percy Jackson

Love can change

Apollo was mesmerized.

The Fates are laughing, Golden God.

You've gone and fallen again.

The muses are lost, Lord.

Who will inspire you if this ends a tragedy?

The Fates are laughing, Golden God.

The Fates are laughing.

This is Forbidden love.

Apollo is captivated.

It became so easy for the hate to change into affection, he didn't even realize.

Something was different this time though. Instead of the feeling of an inevitable doom, Apollo felt hope. Percy Jackson had a way to bend the rules, prophecies even. Maybe, just maybe he can also be the one to rid Apollo of his curse. For once, he hoped, love would not equal to tragedy.

He has only fallen in love, this once he wants to rise in it.

There was only one problem: The Prince knew of his status now.

Their were many sub-problems:

First; The Queen had come back and just as the Crooked One wished, she had accepted Perseus as her son.

The Queen was a fearsome being. Those who underestimated her were simply fools.

Second; though she had failed to make Zeus a just king, she was proving too good of a teacher to make Perseus adjust in this new life.

His every movement screamed royalty. Like, Apollo's once must have did but not now.

Third; he was learning fast. Like the sea, he was unrestrained but also fast to bend.

They made him the definition of a god. Kronos was growing weak in his love for Perseus and everyone could see it.

Rhea was not happy but she too was blind when it came to the young god.

Percy did not know but Apollo had seen it happen, the smallest object that he so much so frowns at is cast out of the palace.

The Titans have fallen on their knees without knowing. They practically worship him.

Just the council is not convinced. They are wise, they can see; in his war to win all, Kronos found a favourite. And the Prince has the Titan King wrapped around his finger.

It's laughable!

But none dares to.

Four; The Titan of time is growing successful in making the young god like him, cruel. Slowly but surely.

Five; He is a slave.

And he is only alive because of Perseus. They claim him to be the 'favorite servant'. Lucky, they call after him.

Perseus had refused to let him serve others. He was happy about this, Apollo certainly did not like the company of the titans.

Six; Perseus, even with the so many domains, resembled the sea most. He was unpredictable- with his fighting, with his words, with his grace, with his moods and this absolutely terrified Apollo.

He was in love and yet could not tell what was going on in that mind.

Also, repeat problem number three; Perseus was learning to be a god without longing for mortality.

And though an infant in comparison to him, Perseus was a god of many domains and Apollo was the god of domains that were almost all stolen.

He had seen the truth not so late after his first day in Perseus' chamber, his first and last day of knowing hate.

Apollo was mesmerized.

Not afraid, but enchanted.

He still dreams of escaping the Titan hold. He lies to himself.

But no one can blame him, he is no god of truth any longer.

Apollo is confused between love and intentions.

Apollo is captivated.

It's funny. Apollo came with the vision to gain a young god's devotion to gain his powers again and here he is, the first worshipper of the said immortal.

But that day, Perseus had gained more devotees than just him.

Apollo hates himself when he thinks if Perseus recognizes him differently among those hundreds of prayers that must be whispering in his mind all the time.

It was almost six months after the Titan victory.

The Prince had been attending his daily weapon training lessons with ipastus the Titan of tactics. Apollo stood near the weapon rack, his eyes darting to catch every muscle moving under that bronze skin when he heard those treacherous bastards shamelessly question the skill of the Heir.

They were the sons of the Titans who were given smaller towns and villages to rule over, the King had basically bribed them to make sure that they do not betray him.

Apollo pitied them, not everyone knew about Perseus' ascension, just the close network of the palace. Their mockery could cost them a visit to the underworld; and what good would they experience there? The underworld was under Perseus' control.

The demi-titans mocked his father, Poseidon, and continued to shame him by telling he was nothing more than an object of amusement for the King. According to them, why else was he kept around?

He thought they would be torn apart for this only. Apollo could feel the pressure of Kronos' eyes, the King was hidden from all, silently watching this scene unfold.

Apollo remembered thinking, Why? Was he testing the limits of cruelty that can be reached.

Perseus laughed, booming!

Apollo felt a shiver run down his spine, too much like Kronos. He could practically feel the King's presence in the room inflate with pride.

Then, it had happened.

He gently handed him the sword he had been training with and stalked over to the half-titan brothers.

It felt like deja vu.

With every step forward, he loomed over them, his skin glowed a faint golden, his hair growing unnaturally silky, floating like he was walking in water, his eyes were a swirl of green and gold, like he couldn't decided whether to show mercy and then own them forever or cast them into nothing but dust.

The temperature dropped and the room darkened noticeably. Perseus cracked a smile. Oh so dangerous.

"You think you can insult my father and go unpunished."

Apollo took notice of how he did not mention anything against the insults they had hurled at him. Huh, God of loyalty, flawed with loyalty.

But really, what a day that had been. Apollo sighed.

The weak ichor in Apollo's body had thrumed with his growing excitement. It was rare to get to see such a show of power from Percy.

He came back to the present when the god walked out of the bath. Like a routine had already been made, he gently adorned the expensive clothes and jewelry on his bare torso, his forearms, around his neck and did his hair.

It was those months ago and now, it was like Perseus had unlocked a part of him he was keeping caged.

Or, maybe Apollo was just biased but he can swear that Perseus had started to look more godly with each moon passing.