Heir of Chaos (Percy Jackson fanfic, sequel to Siphoned)

Chapter 2

 Disclaimer: This is just a fan-fiction, all rights go to Rick Riordan

3rd Person POV

The celebration pretty much celebrates creation, the primordial, titans, gods, from every planet are invited. On this one night everyone is at peace with each other, no fighting. Every year on this day Percy, or Cyclone, has to talk to at least one representative from each realm. Usually he had to talk to a primordial from Midgard or Odin from Asgard, sometimes Thor, always someone of power, they are always trying to gain Cyclones favor. He did have a bit of a reputation, he was a top assassin in Jaren's guild, he once blew up a planet when he was angry, by accident of course, but no one knows that, and it was un-inhabitated.

Cyclone and Percy don't look alike at all, they have the same lean build, but Cyclone is taller, with darker hair, blackish-purple eyes that are said to have the stars in them, a strong nose, high cheek bones and not one visible flaw on his body. Cyclone can hide his emotions in his eyes, most of the time, after all he is still a son of Poseidon and his emotions change directions just like the ocean.

So when Cyclone had to talk to the gods from midgard they didn't see a hint of Percy Jackson in him, something Cyclone was glad for.

"We need to speak with Chaos and you after the celebration, is there anyway that you could fit us in your schedule?" Athena asks, they are oh so polite, as everyone is to Cyclone.

"After the celebration we have an annual competition, Jaren's assassins against my soldiers, if you would like to watch, maybe even join," Cyclone grins, the first expression on his face that night, clearly the gods are shocked by it. "You are welcome to join us. But if you don't wish to fight my superior soldiers it's alright to just watch.." Cyclone trails off, pointedly shooting a look at Ares.

"I'll fight," Ares rises to the bait. Percy's feeling are still implanted in Cyclones mind and his feeling for Ares haven't changed.

"Alright, I'll see you then," Cyclone nods at them and walks to the Asgardian representatives.

"Thor, Odin," Cyclone nods his head at them. It isn't custom for him to bow, he would've if they weren't in such a public place, Dorian would surely scold him for it later if he did. "You both made it this time."

"Yes, things on Asgard have calmed down," Thor says brightly.

"Midgard to?" The question is directly at Thor, Cyclone knew he spent time there, though he wasn't sure what for.

Thor swallows, un-comfy with Cyclones attention on him. "For the most part." Cyclone nods.

"Are you watching the duelling after the celebration, Asgardians are always welcome."

"Unfortunately we have to get back to Asgard," Odin states. Cyclone and Odin have a short conversation, then Cyclone excuses himself.

"It was good to see you both," He nods, again, and walks back to Chaos's side.

Thor breaths out a long breath, "His presence always sets me on edge, it's like he has to much power to reign in and it is leaking through your defences." Thor shivers, Odin chuckles.

"I'm sure if he wasn't really trying to reign in his powers you'd feel a lot more than that."

"I never want to be there for that."

"Me either, son."

Later that night when the duelling is done, and Cyclone's soldiers had defeated the assassins again, Cyclone challenged Ares to a duel. Ares being the meat-head that he was accepted.

"Ares, I wouldn't," Athena hisses. Ares shoots her a glare and walks to the middle of the ring.

They both get into fighting stances, both using a sword. Cyclone still had Riptide, but it was upgraded, it was celestial bronze and Chaos metal twined together. When the bell went of they immediately stared fighting, Cyclone was really just toying with Ares, he'd purposely let Ares get inside his guard just to get his hopes up then he'd maneuver his way out of it and hit Ares in the back of the leg. After 10 minutes Cyclone finally disarmed Ares and put his sword to Ares throat.

When Ares tried to move towards his sword Cyclone laughed softly, "I wouldn't do that, one cut from this blade and you wont die but you'll be in enough pain to wish you were dead. Are we done?" Ares nods, Cyclone lowers his sword, reaches his hand towards Ares sword, and it flies into his hand, he passes it to Ares.

The walk back over to the other gods, and Ares challenges Zeus. Who was to prideful to refuse.

"Why'd you let the duel go on for so long?" Athena asks.

Cyclone sighs, "I'm not cocky, or prideful, it was a duel for fun, it wouldn't of been fun if I had him beat before he or anyone else could blink. Plus, if that happened people wouldn't question me, they wouldn't question my authority because they'd be to scared and eventually that fear would lead to a full on rebellion because everyone would fear me and what I could do, they'd try to get rid of me." He shrugged. "It's easier to have flaws, people expect for you to ruin yourself, so they don't try to ruin you themselves."

"That's smart," Athena admits.

"Worthy of Athena?"

"Yes," she smiles at him. "How old are you?"

"I'm not exactly sure, I've been a part of Chaos's army for 20,000 years I think. You lose track after a while."

She nods, then hesitates. "An Olympian, Poseidon, he wanted me to ask around while I was here, is there any- have you ever heard of a Percy Jackson? Is there a possibility he's in a realm other then Midgard?"

Cyclone fakes he's thinking, "I think I've heard of him, many years ago, stories of him that is. But no I've never heard of him being anywhere other than Midgard." Athena nods, expecting this. "When did he go missing?"

"About 2 Earth years ago," she thinks. "I'm not sure how many years that would be here."

"I'm not sure either, never really tried to keep tack of time." By now Zeus had his sword at Ares throat, who looked angry at being beaten twice.

"Chaos is free now," Cyclone announces. "We can meet him in the conference room."

Athena frowns, "How would you know he's free?" Cyclone taps his head and smiles.