Sinners (PJO/HoO)(Lukercy/Perluke)

I. Part Three ~Δ

Percy Jackson / Omega Epsilon 's POV

Temporary immortality (basically) given by my family must have had a bigger toll on me than I thought it would; I awoke several times throughout the time I was out, often being fed nectar and ambrosia - whether it being the daughter of Athena (Annabeth, I presume) or the son of Hermes (yes, the cute one) that did the feeding.

At one point, I awoke to see it was actually the latter that was feeding me this time.

Once he saw my eyes open, he said, "It seems you cause trouble everywhere you go - considering the fact you managed to get such a monster to chase you."

"Trouble is the one that finds me; I don't go looking for it," I retorted roughly, my voice hoarse with misuse.

His grin was almost blinding as he hummed, "You're definitely a keeper."

Passing out again certainly didn't hide my blushing, unfortunately.

When I managed to wake up for good, I saw that I was on the porch of the Big House. I quietly scanned my surroundings, taking note of Grover by the railing and the tall glass of nectar on the table next to me.

I mentally cursed as the glass almost slipped from my grasp when I was picking it up. Goddamn mortal body and its limits.

"Careful," Grover warned, looking over to me. "You saved my life. I-... the least I could do-... I went back to the hill. I thought you might have wanted this..."

He silently placed the shoe box that was under his arm in my lap. Inside lay the broken bull's horn, jagged and painted with dried blood.

"You've been out for two days. How much do you remember?" asked Grover, shifting slightly.

My lips pulled into a frown. "My mother is gone," I said stoically. I had to keep up my act, or else things would go haywire - and we definitely didn't want that, now did we?

"I'm sorry," Grover sniffed. "I'm a failure. I-I'm the worst satyr in the world." In his misery, he stomped, making his Styrofoam shoe come off.

"Oh, Styx!" he muttered, making thunder boom in the air as he hurried to pull his shoe back on.

I sighed softly, before saying, "It wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was! I was supposed to protect you!" he argued.

I inwardly scoffed. As if I would need protection, especially from a mortal; one who could barely protect himself.

My vision blurred, and I struggled to comprehend the area around me. It was evident that my mortal body would need something to stabilise it from going into shock, which would hurt my body more than it should have, considering my weak state.

"Don't strain yourself," said Grover. "Here."

He held the glass of nectar and put the straw to my lips.

I cringed, for the taste that flooded my mouth was all too familiar and brought back memories of my previous life that I held close to my heart. A taste all too grand, one that tasted sweet, like a mix of home-made cookies and chocolate, made by my last and only lover.

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We were in the middle of a war. Planets and dimensions were being destroyed, cut down as if they were butter sliced by a knife, easily killing species off with a single thought.

His name was Alpha Upsilon, and he was the exact opposite of me in all forms possible. His hair was blond, mine was black; his eyes were blue, mine were green; he was mischievous, while I was more kindhearted.