Chapter 42

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Third POV
Location:
Manhattan, New York
Jackson Residence
Date: 1/26/08
Time- 6:58pm

Percy sat on the couch with Harley and his mother, watching the news report on Alderney's biggest mob boss being killed in a sudden home explosion. No one knows how it happened, there were no witnesses and seemingly no cause to the explosion. So of course, Sally looked at Percy with a 'really? Why' look. Percy hasn't revealed anything and still refuses to without a lawyer present. Sally shook her head and got up to answer the door when someone knocked on it.

Percy ignored the short conversation until he heard his name being mentioned. Not his current full name. Not even his name 'Perseus'. No, they used the name Apollyon. The name his mother mostly called him. The name he abandoned after he ran from Louisiana to make sure she stayed safe. He frowned in confusion. Who the hell was this person? Why were they here? He thought. Percy rushed behind Sally, making a gust of wind cause her hair to fly around.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know an Apollyon..." She was saying, but was interrupted by the man's expression changing to one of recognition. "Apollyon!" He exclaimed happily. Sally turned around and spotted Percy. "Oh, Percy." She said. "I'll handle this. You can go back and sit down." He said without even looking at her. Sally noted the dead expression and the cold look in his eyes. She nodded, but definitely planned on talking to him later.

"I'm glad I finally found you Apollyon.." Percy glared at the man, causing him to pause as fear suddenly gripped his heart like a vice. "That's not my name. I'm Perseus Jackson also known as Percy." He said sternly. "O-oh. I'm sorry." The man said shakily. "Good. Now, what do you want?" Percy asked. The man pulled out a picture and held it out to him. Percy took it and looked at it. It was a picture of a young boy that looks a lot like him with a blonde haired woman. She has dark eyes and a beautiful smile. "Eva sent me. She wants to see you." He said.

"I'm sorry, but tell her I don't plan on going back. I left her and New Marais in the past. That's how it's going to stay. Also, I was banned. Pretty sure my name it taboo to even speak there." Percy said and went to close the door. "We have reason to believe that you didn't bring those demons to the city." Percy stopped. "You do know the story, right? I turned into a demon. I am a demon." Percy said.

"I know, but Eva believes that you are a good demon. That you only did that protect her when Bertrand came to kill you." Percy stared at the man coldly. "However, we have evidence that proves that he was the one to summon or maybe even create those demons. That he accused you and the tribe likes in the bayou to save himself." The man explained. Percy's lip twitched as he pushed down a snarl. He never liked or trusted Bertrand. It would also make sense. Both Eva and Percy and the people in the bayou stayed mostly outside the city itself. Only going in when they had enough money to buy something. Other than that, they kept to themselves.

Accusing them would be easy seeing as they only really interacted with each other and trust between them and the patrons of the city was low.

"What's your name?" Percy asked. "Ernest." The man said with a dip if his head. "Here Ernest, stay at a hotel tonight. Come back in the morning an I'll have your answer." Percy said giving the man a random amount of money. Ernest nodded silently while accepting the money. He didn't get a chance to thank Percy as the door was closed on his face.

Percy stalked quickly to his room, ignoring the looks he got from Harley and Sally. He walked in and gently crossed the door. Nezuko is still asleep, this time with Meowgi resting on her hair. Copperhead is asleep on her cot and Percy could sense Seras in her coffin, despite not actually needing to sleep there anymore. Percy took a seat in his chair, crossing his legs and slouching down with his head resting on his hand. This might seem a bit dramatic, but as Dracula he would commonly sit him his castle just like this. It would help him think.

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