A Son From Lands Unknown (PJO x Male Reader)

The Labyrinth Stirs

Six Months Later

"Richard, I swear to Grandfather, if Lehman goes under-" (Y/N) shouted into his phone before being interrupted by whoever was on the other side. He listened for a moment before becoming even angrier.

"Because then you're gonna be partying like it's 1929, you muppet!" (Y/N) argued. "What even made you think infinite growth was possible? That's not how money works!"

Richard continued some more, but (Y/N) cut him off. "I don't know how money works? Is that what you just said to me?" he asked with wide eyes. "Knowing how money works is half my job! My dad literally invented it! Now be a good banker and stabilize before I save you a spot in the Pit!"

(Y/N) slammed the phone down in anger. It looked like an old rotary phone, as the technology in Hell still wasn't quite as good as what it was on Earth because the power from the Pit wasn't quite as much as what could be produced on Earth. Speaking of which, someone knocked on (Y/N)'s door, causing him to look at it.

"Enter," he sighed. It was one of his demonic assistants carrying a report for him. He took it once offered while she began to give a summary of it.

"Pit Power production is up by ten percent since the end of its first quarter, mostly thanks to the escalation in the Middle East. If current trends continue, we'll be able to make the Pride ring nearly identical to Chicago within the next ten months."

"Good, that's... something at least," (Y/N) admitted. He was about to continue when the corner of his office began shimmering, a rainbow beginning to appear. "Leave, now," he said to his assistant, who turned and did so. When he looked back to see who was sending him the Iris message, he was surprised to find that it was Percy, but not only Percy. Alongside him were Tyson, Annabeth, Grover, and Chiron.

"The hell do you want?" (Y/N) demanded. "Or is getting me involved in your problems on three occasions not enough for you?"

"Actually, it's not our choice to get you involved this time," Chiron said. "Not entirely, anyhow. The Labyrinth is active now, more so than ever. There is a chance that it will attempt to create a path to Hell, from which Luke may try and flank us."

"Okay, which Ring is it likely to pop up in?" (Y/N) asked. "I'll stick some guards there with enough firepower to collapse the entry."

"Easier said than done, (Y/N)," Chiron said while stroking his beard. "The Labyrinth, especially its entrances, do everything they can to resist destruction."

Suddenly, (Y/N) heard the phone ring next to him. While it may have been an older phone, it was still able to tell him exactly who was calling, and this was going to be a very important conversation indeed.

"Well, consider me informed," (Y/N) said, dismissing the Greeks. "Goodbye." With that, he waved a hand through the mist that was sustaining the Iris message, closing the line. He then picked up the phone and addressed the caller.

"And how can I help you, Ms. Nightshade?" (Y/N) asked his first contractee.

"The last Beast of Daniel no longer has a soul tied to it," Zoe informed him. "I do not know who it was or where they will go, but they are free."

"Good, thank you," (Y/N) said before letting out a sigh. "Do you know anything about the Labyrinth?"

"Only that Lady Artemis said that we are never to go inside its walls," Zoe responded. "It is designed to confuse you and warp your sense of direction, then kill you once you have lost your way. Why do you ask?"

"Because I just got a call from Chiron. I guess the Titans are trying to make use of it, and might try to open an entrance to Hell to flank them."

"If they are willing to try that, then they are even more desperate than Lady Artemis believed."

"Yeah..." (Y/N) muttered to himself before noticing the flashing of his intercom. "Take a break, Zoe, wherever you like. You've earned it. If I need you again, I'll be in touch."

(Y/N) hung up the phone and pressed the answer button on his intercom. It was Mazikeen, who he had placed in charge of the security team in Limbo.

"We have an incident here, boss," she said. "Multiple souls getting restless over the wait times."

"They're dead, they have nothing but time!" (Y/N) complained. "Tell them that if they're so desperate to get inside, they can have a fast track to the Ninth Circle. That should be enough to get them to calm down. If not, follow through."

Mazikeen shouted something at another soul in Limbo before hanging up the call, finally leaving (Y/N) a chance to breathe for what felt like the first time that day. The lord of greed stood from his chair and walked to his father's old liquor cabinet before grabbing a glass and bottle. Sure, he might not have been allowed to drink by mortal laws, but that wouldn't stop him from enjoying what was his.

Even though he was done with business calls, at least for now, (Y/N)'s mind was still running at a million miles an hour. Between the Titan War, whatever was going on in the Silver City, and now an incoming economic collapse on Earth, he most definitely had a full plate. All he could do for now was hope that whatever the Greeks were dealing with this time wouldn't require personal intervention...

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"I'm coming with you," Simon told Annabeth. "You have four people, and the only thing the Fates hate more than having five heroes on a quest is having four."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Simon," Percy interjected. "For a son of Harpocrates, you have a lot more in common with Aphrodite's kids than the other minor gods' kids."

"If it's a bad idea, why did none of you notice James sneaking up behind you?" Simon pointed out. Sure enough, when Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and Tyson turned around, they saw the son of Apollo behind them with a bow fully drawn, a dull arrow ready to fire. None of them were able to hear his approach.

"And James isn't even one of (Y/N)'s scouts. Now imagine how stealthy I can make properly trained demigods?" Simon bragged before remembering the present company. "And a cyclops, I guess."

Percy still looked hesitant. "We appreciate the thought, Simon, but-"

"No, that's perfect," Annabeth declared. "You're coming with us."

"WHAT?!" Percy objected. "Annabeth, you heard Chiron. Six of us left last time, five Greek, and-"

"And Bianca died, (Y/N) ascended, and Artemis sold him Zoe's soul, I know, but we're all less likely to die if we can sneak around. Simon, pack what you need. We leave at dawn."