❝If you return to your old world, we will follow you, and we will destroy everything you love. This is your home now.❞
Percy's world didn't teach her about how obsessive a god's love would be. But when she was accidentally transported to this crazy...
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I NEED TO ADDRESS THE LOVE INTERESTS FIRST!!!
Okay... some people asked about love interests and I was like "oh Beel and Apollo are endgame, Pussydon and Hades are only minor love interest blah blah blah..." forget what I said cuz I changed my mind 🤡
My ending is... well, I'm not gonna say, but Beel and Apollo are NOT gonna be endgame anymore. Instead, I've decided to leave the ending a mystery HOWEVER, Beel, Apollo, AND Poseidon and Hades will all be the main love interests in this fic!
As for the other characters, there will be some side romance with some of them but most are gonna be platonic yanderes tbh. Beel, Apollo, Pussydon, and Hades are the only ones with guaranteed smut so have fun with that info.
[EDIT: Loki has been added as a main love interest so he has guaranteed smut too!]
Now on to the chapter!
This is 8k words btw. I promised long chapters so I'm gonna DELIVER 😤
PERCY'S FOOTSTEPS ECHOED AS SHE walked towards the center of the throne room. Everyone's eyes were on her, the gods, the demigods, the Cyclopes, the spirits. Her limbs were trembling, the adrenaline she gained from the war had finally been spent up, but the sight of Hestia's smile was like getting injected by liquid courage. And so, she straightened up, tried to keep her head held high, and faced the gods.
First, she bowed to Zeus (because she knew the old crank would get pissed if she didn't), and then knelt at her father's feet.
"Rise, my daughter," he said.
She stood. She locked eyes with him. There was pride beaming in his eyes, but also pity; she followed the way his gaze seemed to trail over every splatter of blood on her clothes, every injury that littered her skin. I'm sorry, he seemed to be saying. You shouldn't have to be put through this, but you were. I'm sorry.
Percy tried to ignore it. Sure her childhood had been pretty much ruined, but the war was over now. The Great Prophecy had been fulfilled. Finally, finally, after years of fighting for her life, she could rest and retire.
"A great hero must be rewarded," Poseidon stated. "Is there anyone here who would deny that my daughter is deserving?"
None of the demigods disagreed, but what was surprising was that the gods didn't protest either. And they never agreed on anything. She looked at each of them; they all seemed to know what would come next, and they all seemed to expect that she would accept it.
"The Council agrees," Zeus said. "Percy Jackson, you will have one gift from the gods."
