Death, it is my heart's most desire. I want to die, because of what they did. Actually I am dead, but only on the inside. They did this to me, they made me this monster I am.
My name was Percy Jackson, but I go now by Aslort, which means shame. The reason I am this way, I don't want to talk about. Now I am son of Chaos and prince of the universe and I am an assassin.
Right now I'm on a mission to kill Flux, a pshycopath. He killed hundreds of people for fun. Luckly I am going to finish him now. He is standing in a coner and I am sranding infront of him,"Flux,you are guilty for the death of 788 innocent people. Do you deny this?"
"Yes." Came the reply, all the pshycopaths always say that. "That was not what I wanted." I said as I runed him through with my sword, Havoc. Now that my mission is done I can go back to my father. Even afrer 200 years I still don't mind killing.
Time skip
I found my father waiting for me in the throne room,"Astotus,"
"No, Aslort." I corrected him. "You are not to be called that, your name is Astotus, which means hero. I see your mission is completed." "Yes, Father. Do you have any other missions?" I asked and he paled...
*Hey guys. So I changed the bad guy's name to Flux since it has been the subject of soo many comments. Hope you're all fine with it.
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Percy Jackson the son of Chaos
FanfictionHe was a hero that was loved. He was a boy that had a good heart. But that person is gone. Now he is cold, sad and lonly and it was all their fault. That smiling guy is dead he is now only a shadow of what used to be. He is Chaos's son and only joy...
