Circe's revenge- a Percy Jackson genderbend (New version)

Unwise Hubris

The eye of the storm is usually the calm centre within a furious wind. At camp Half-blood, the raging inferno had no such eye. Instead, the epicentre was the most intense, most destructive part. Beneath the King of the Gods' feet, the ground began to melt, his white-hot fury exuding from every part of his being.

Staring him down was the God of the Sea, standing in bloody defiance of his brother. The water that had previously pooled at his feet whirled up to his waist and surrounded his legs in a tornado. Both siblings had scowls on their faces, unlike any they had had in centuries. The tension and anger between them literally broke the earth around them.

And yet, the one other person in the vicinity had no such demeanour. Percy's face showed nothing but defiant smugness. Despite not recognising her as the son of Poseidon she once was, Percy Jackson had, within a minute, pushed the King of the Gods to intense rage. It was something she took pride in, that instinctual ability to piss off his-majesty-the-dick.

On the outside, she exuded calm confidence, not an ounce of anxiety coming from her body. Internally, she matched the raging inferno surrounding them, a whirl of anger and frustration undercut by a bitter humour. Percy had had a very annoying day, with very annoying twists, and now the most annoying God was there to annoy her. If she had to describe the annoying day, she would have called it irritating.

None of them gave an inch, refusing to be the first to speak. Within Zeus, there was a fierce conflict between his unrelenting impatience and his need to appear dominant. The king knew he had to wait for the girl to break, to bow down, to submit.

She wasn't going to.

Her dam defiance eventually overturned the thunder god's internal war, leading to a dark, cold snarl. "Who are you mortal?" His voice was uncharacteristically quiet yet perhaps more threatening than his yells could hope to be. Despite the decrease in volume, his expression, his body, and his very being still surged with anger.

His words were rhetoric, his eyes trailing up and down his opposition, searching for a crack in the stone wall he was facing. "You are brave, I'll give you that. But here, that courage is..." The rageful God leaned forward, so the young woman had to strain her neck to keep his eye. "...Unwise." Poseidon's fist clenched harder, the water at his feet rising and swirling like a snake around his arm. His lightning-covered brother paid him no mind as his focus was solely on the other sea dweller.

Percy stared into her uncle's electric-blue eyes, face still in a blasphemous smirk. "Unwise? What would you know of wisdom? All your wisdom left you when your daughter burst out of your thick skull." Was that a good zinger? Totally. Was that a good idea? Probably not.

Before, the King of the Gods was furious. Now, though, he was apoplectic. In a crash that echoed across the sky, huge bolts attacked the earth around them. Their master's face grew golden with fury as the ground shook from the force of the strike, so powerful that Poseidon couldn't negate it. The sea god had to finally take his focus off his brother to drown the flames threatening the cabins caused by the gigantic attack. It took all his strength to prevent the earth itself from cracking open from the force of the thunder god's rage.

The entire surrounding area was burnt to a crisp as Poseidon had to shift focus to the earth. Black clouds stretched above the camp as the thunder god's rage grew. Winds of chaos whirled around the standoff, threatening to destroy the entire camp.

The deity in question cared not for his older brother, too busy seething with palpable fury. The King's hand flew to his weapon, moving faster than the bolts he summoned. A weapon so universally feared that the loss of it nearly caused an all-out war. The true incarnation of his iron fist. In an instant, the two-foot-long cylinder of pure destruction was crackling with unbridled power, lighting covering it in its entirety.

Immediately, Percy found herself with the most powerful of the gods' weapons pointing directly at her, threatening to blow a hole straight through her head. The lightning covering the bolt was barely contained as it yearned to be released, matching its master's desire to end the woman.

The God holding the symbol of pure power tightened his grip so hard that it would have shattered any other weapon. With his brother too busy stopping the camp from being destroyed, Zeus leaned in closer to his niece. "You know NOTHING!" In his rage, the God's mortal form grew larger, towering over the already smaller woman. "I am your king! You obey ME!" Around them, the winds blew faster and harder, shaking the cabins.

At his side, the master bolt surged again, lightning once against warring against the land, keeping the other Olympian too busy to defend his daughter. Something in his tone struck deeply inside the demigod, corrupting what was once humour and irritation into anger matching the God opposing her. "What did you say?" Her own hands flexed and tensed, trying to use the anger management techniques drilled into her by her camp leader.

Seeing the reaction he was finally getting, Zeus' enraged face grew a menacing grin of his own. "I said, demigod, that you serve me. I am your king, your master, your God." His ego had been threatened, and now he was reclaiming the control he so rightfully deserved. (His thoughts, not mine).

In Percy's head she could hear the echoes of Chiron's voice when he had attempted to teach her to reign in her anger. The hours of attempted meditation, the exercises, the talks with Annabeth...

And there it was, the gap, that hole deep in her soul—the reason Percy was in this mess in the first place. Any thoughts of control flew from her mind as all the anger she'd been suppressing that day jumped to the surface.

Zeus watched as the woman's entire body tensed up, every muscle contracting as her rage compiled and threatened to escape. In his hand, the master bolt flared, daring her to do something. "What demigod? Got any more snarky comments? Anything else you want to say?" His face may have held a smirk now, but there was no less fury and rage than before.

Percy twitched, or more accurately, every single part of her twitched with fury. With one last attempt at reigning it in, the woman closed her eyes and tilted her head down, taking slow, deep breaths.

Unfortunately, Zeus saw this action and interpreted it as her bowing her head and submitting to him, and that filled him with pleasure, dangerous pleasure. He laughed a cruel laugh, his master bolt still in his hand but no longer pointed at the demigod. "That's right, demigod. You all serve me. I am the King of the gods. Your father knows his place is beneath me; what could you hope to do?"

Percy did not respond, doing everything in her power to resist the urge to say something, to give in to the anger. She kept her head down, eyes closed, breathing deeply. This only spurred Zeus on, taking pleasure from taunting her. "That's right, not even your brother could handle godhood; Perseus knew he couldn't handle the power and responsibility." Percy did nothing. "They can say he chose not to, but I know he just wasn't strong enough." Percy did nothing. "After all, he is half-mortal. And that mortal half is nothing but weakness."

Percy's eyes instantly snapped open. Her fist rocketed into the King's jaw in a blur of motion too fast for even the gods to register. The collision shattered the dark clouds above, instantly extinguishing the storm. The God was torn from his feet, hurtling over the Hearth before slamming into the scorched earth with a thunderous, earth-shaking crash.

And the entire camp was silent.