Back In Time- The Series (PJO Fanfic)

Chapter Four: Warnings and Alliances

Chaos watched the Olympian council bicker and fight among themselves. He had watched his warrior, the great Percy Jackson, best the Minotaur... again. For the third time. Chaos wondered if the Minotaur ever got tired of dying by the same person more than once.

The Creator didn't want to believe what he saw. What Percy could do... It was entirely possible that he wouldn't even need Chaos' help in destroying the Olympians at all. Especially if his father was him.

Bored of his thoughts, decided to make things fair for the Council of the Gods. Why not? They'd most likely die anyway. He disappeared in a vortex of swirling colors, thinking of making an entrance worthy of Zeus.

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All the Olympians stopped talking when a swirl of black, purple, and white energy erupted in the middle of the throne room. The tornado reached the ceiling and radiated heat so intense that from twenty feet away, Hestia could feel it. And she was the goddess of Hearth, Hope, Home, and Flame.

After the swirl of energy disappeared, every god and goddess immediately bowed to the small, humanoid figure that was left standing. Though they have only seen the figure once and that was eons ago, they could never forget the being that gave them their own chance to reign.

"Lord Chaos," Zeus boomed. "What do we owe this honor?"

Chaos chuckled and motioned for them to rise and they did. Hestia sat back down to tend her hearth and the rest of the Olympians sat down in their thrones. "I'm afraid that this isn't an honor," Chaos told them. "I felt that it was fair to warn you of your coming demise." The throne room quickly became overturned with questions. "Silence! One at a time!"

Zeus was the first to ask questions. "Lord Chaos, what do you mean 'our coming demise'?"

"Exactly that," Chaos answered. "There is a warrior who has come to kill you."

"Can you do anything to help save us?" Poseidon asked. He looked just as he did in the last time line.

"I cannot," Chaos told him.

Athena stared at Chaos, hubris and pride in her eyes as evident as her blond hair. "Why not?" She questioned.

"Because I am the one who sent the warrior," Chaos replied smoothly, without missing a beat.

Silence ensued this answer before Artemis, of all the goddesses in the council, croaked an indignant, "Why?"

Chaos turned coldly on her, barely controlled fury in his eyes. "How many innocent humans have you killed because they stumbled into your camp?" He questioned, venom dripping from his words as he threw them at staggering speeds. "How many women have you cursed or murdered because they did the one thing you could never do and fell in love? How many men have you hunted just to fulfill your sadistic urges just because it was fun."

Chaos turned to the rest of the council, his eyes skipping over one god entirely: Hestia. "How many demigods have you had that lay forgotten? How many hardships did they face- grueling deaths- because you couldn't help but send monsters after each other's children?" This one was directed at Zeus, no doubt mentioning Echidna and the Chimera. He turned to the Lord of the Skies' wife. "How may had to be killed because of one's own bitterness and jealousy to another?

"You have failed this world and the mortal realm," Chaos announced in a loud voice, so all of Olympus could hear. "You may have been better than the titans, but you are not the right picks for this world."

"And who is?" Apollo demanded.

"Whoever my warrior picks!" Chaos snapped at the second generation god of Poetry and Prophesy.