The Sea Tyrant's Obsession (PJO x ROR) *18+* WTM/WTS Book 1

*I Become A Known Fugitive

The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating. The gods were frozen in disbelief, each processing the image of Percilla's fall in their own way.

"She can't be—" Hera's voice broke the stillness, but she choked on the words, unable to continue.

"She's not dead!" Poseidon bellowed, his tone as fierce and unyielding as the storming ocean. "She's not dead!" He slammed his fist against the arm of his throne, the impact sending a shockwave that rippled through the chamber. Divine energy crackled in the air, threatening to break the ceiling.

"Oh, my poor granddaughter! How could those alternate gods let this happen to her!" Rhea yelled, tearfully.

"That so-called father of hers should've stepped in to save her!" Poseidon yelled, a mix of anger and frustration in his voice.

"Brother, please calm yourself," Hades said sternly, noticing Poseidon trembling with rage, though there was a tremor in his own voice. He had been watching the scene with a shadowed intensity, but now his eyes were gleaming with concern. "Your rage will not help her now. You need to stay focused."

Poseidon shot him a glare, his body still seething with barely restrained fury.

"It is not over," Athena spoke up suddenly. "If she truly shares your ichor, Uncle, then she will survive the fall. I believe we will know the outcome when we watch the next scene. Trust in your daughter's resilience. She carries the sea in her veins, just as you do."

"My daughter is right, brother," said Zeus, his voice steadying, though worry remained evident in his eyes. "Percilla has the blood of divinity. She will not be easily defeated. We must have faith in her, as she fights for her own life."

Poseidon, his face a mask of tension, only nodded. He settled back, though his hand still twitched, wanting to destroy something again. For a moment, a silence fell over the group, filled with shared anxiety and hesitant hope.

Then, as the tension held its breath, a new title appeared on the screen, drawing every god's gaze:

I Became A Known Fugitive

Many gods wore relieved expressions upon seeing the title.

"Thank heavens, my granddaughter lives," said Rhea, relief in her voice.

Brunhilde let out a sigh she didn't realize she was holding, while Göll blinked back tears of relief, clutching her hands to her chest.

The very worried expressions of Hades, Zeus, Adamas, and Poseidon disappear.

Dionysus spat out his wine, his eyes bulging as he read the title, accidentally splashing it on the head of a minor god sitting below him.

"What the hell!" the poor god cried out.

"My gods! Is that girl becoming a wanted criminal now?" Loki burst out, cackling like mad and clutching his sides.

Shiva, Buddha, and Anubis laughed along with him.

"Oh my! My cousin just keeps surprising us!" Apollo chuckled.

The gods exchanged astonished and bemused glances as the title on the screen lingered, the words burning brightly. The situation had shifted from dreadful to absurd in an instant, and the contrast left them momentarily speechless.

"Unbelievable," muttered Beelzebub, leaning back in his seat with a wry smile. "Just when you think you'd seen it all..."

Through the chatter in the air, Aphrodite's voice cut through, filled with delight. "Oh, I can't wait to see what she'll do next! Percy is quite an entertaining girl."