Percy Jackson, Angel of Chaos

Chapter 16: The Primordial Council

(A/N) I spent all day on this chapter, but I'm still not happy. Ah well, I'll see what you guys think. Thank you for reading!

Disclaimer; I don't own PJO, please don't sue me!

3rd Person P.O.V

Percy, Artemis and the hunt flashed to the Olympian throne room after a brief explanation to a group of horrified hunters.

Due to the new order there was no one there, which looked really odd to Percy seeing as each time he had been there it was full of bickering beings.

Artemis walked over to an open window and shot a bright silver arrow into the skies, which exploded into a shower of silver sparks.

"They should be coming now." Artemis explained. As soon as the words left her mouth there was a series of golden flashes as the gods and goddesses teleported in.

Each one began to demand why they were summoned until they caught sight of Percy, who was dripping with blood from unhealed wounds.

Silence filled the room until Poseidon rushed forward and began to fuss over his son.

"Oh gods, what happened?" Poseidon asked, lightly fingering the bite wound on Percy's arm.

"Dad, I'm fine, don't worry. But I'll need you to prepare yourselves." Percy said cryptically, and many confused glances were thrown his way.

"I'm bringing my own council." He said. Many were still confused, but Athena's eyes widened dramatically.

"Oh my, you don't mean..." she whispered, and Percy nodded solemnly. Athena began pacing and muttering about plans.

"Everyone, I suggest you sit in your thrones, will I call the necessary people." Percy offered but it was more of a command, to which the Olympians happily follow.

Percy summoned some Chaos Mist and muttered something in an ancient dialect which sent shivers down everyone's spines.

The mist swirled much like an Iris message until a face morphed in the blackness; Luke's.

"Shit, Perce! What in Chaos' name happened to you?" Luke demanded, his sky blue eyes wide.

"I'll tell you later. Right now I need you to summon the Angels and immortal campers for an emergency meeting." Percy ordered, and Luke immediately obeyed with a swift nod of his head.

Percy turned to face the Olympians, who were watching him with curiosity.

"Act normally around them, no grovelling and please don't mention waffles or pancakes." Percy said seriously.

Percy shut his eyes, and seemed to be connecting with someone telepathically.

"I need you all to come to Olympus....No, don't moan, just do it...Aether, if you don't get your ass over here right now I will personally rip open your abdomen and strangle you with your own intestines.....Yes, I mean it, or maybe I'll just tell Hemera what you do at the weekend.....Yeah, I thought so."

Percy opened his eyes to see a bunch of slack jawed deities and wide eyed hunters staring at him.

"What?" he asked, uncomfortable.

"Were you speaking to the Primordials?" Zeus asked astounded.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Aether is the Apollo of the Primordial Council." Percy said, exasperated.

Before anyone could ask any more questions, several black portals appeared, and the Angel walked, each with an immortal camper, who were looking quite green.