Son of Odin

Payback

Today the psychopath showed up. Percy would just have killed him, justification being that he was a threat to the quest, but something else was present in this guy's mind. Power, pure absolute power, what the hell was he? Percy flew high above the clouds as he crossed from Canada into Alaska, the lands beyond the Gods and to an extension, Percy. It was only his abilities similar to that of the Gods that would be restricted in Alaska though, I.E, his ability to flash everywhere.

Down in the streets below Percy could feel the dmei-Gods that he was searching for, but they were also being followed by another being of ridiculous power, not a monster an actual person. Percy decided that if this person was a hostile, he would pretty quickly dispatch his friends, so the champion of Chaos dive-bombed and hit the ground some yards away from where Frank was leading Luke and Hazel down a road.

"Oh hey Perce, Lady Diana wants you to go back to her when you can." Luke told him casually.

"Keep going guys, we're being followed." Percy's tone told them not to take him lightly. The son of Odin squared himself against the shadowy figure at the other end of the street. An instant later Percy looked like a platinum iron man with wings.

"Who are you and what do you want with these demi-Gods?" Percy asked with his most intimidating voice. The shadows seemed to be recalled slighty before the man materialized right in front of Percy. Black hair with white streaks. One black eye and one white eye. A crooked smile on show.

"You Norse, I knew these demi-Gods were on a quest accompanied by none other than the Champion of Chaos. My parents are very eager to see what you can do." He smiled maniacally.

"Oh really? And who are your mother and father?" Percy asked, folding his arms. His wings dared not betray him twice in one day and somberly kept to themselves safely behind Percy's back.

"I have two fathers." The man quickly cut in.

"That's nice. Very twenty first century. Who are they?" Percy persisted, not caring about his dads modern choices.

"I was created through absolute power, there was no union between bodies, only in mind. My fathers are Erebus and Aether." The man explained. That was why he was insane. A pure mixture of light and dark.

"You're an insane bi-product of an experiment gone wrong. I'm not unforgiving though, leave us. Leave us and I will not kill you." Percy told him, brandishing Yggdrasil and Baninir. One thing that Percy did notice was that this man had two incredibly sharp canines sittting comfortably behind that insane grin. A Vampire? No, he couldn't be, the Empousas that stalked demi-Gods were nothing like this and according to Percy's inherited knowledge, the last case of European Vampires was killed off some time ago. The last one of it's kind was Vladimir Dracul, or, Dracula as he'd been more commonly known, but that was thousands of years ago, and was nothing to do with the Primordial Gods... Or perhaps there was something that he wasn't quite getting?

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, warrior. My fathers want me to test your skills. They have both been given propositions by Gaea, they fight for the winning side." The maniac had that same glint in his eye. A second later two daggers appeared, one in each hand.

"So let us see. The Primordials are mostly interested in watching this conflict, but you have already amassed some enemies among the ancient Gods. Gaea, Tartarus, Hydros. More will join their cause. Pontus has declined fortunately for you. You stand with two to one Perseus. Chaos and Nyx are all that help you." The guy was a lot faster than Percy had granted him, the daggers struck his armor at their vital points but Percy was already working on his reflexive movements. Lightning poured down from the clouds in thick streams and hit Percy dead on, super charging the young demi-god.