What happens if Voldemort had a child with a Greek goddess? What happens if this boy has the power to defeat him, and other powerful people. But when the goddess sees the power hungry and evil she takes the boy to another continent, to be raised to...
The man was my grandfather. His name is Chaos. I just call him gramps. He would give me a playful glare and I laugh. Mom is trying to make up from what happened to me from things she did.
I train hard trying to master the new gifts I got from gramps. I was given wings, a tattoo that would transform into armor, creation and elemental powers. I wanted to master them so I won't stop till I do.
I was in the training room when gramps and some leaders came. They were talking about me. I have clones of myself fighting me all at once. When I get them in a lethal spot they go back into my body. When I finish I walk to my grandfather wiping my face with a towel. I only have a pair of shorts on. My scars show brighter.
"Gramps." I said with a smirk.
He sent me a glare and the people smile. I laugh.
"Your glares still look like puppy eyes." I said.
"Brandon meet the leaders of sector three. They are having outbreaks of crime. They came for advice. What do you think about it?" He asked me. The leaders look at me.
"Well if there is crimes on your planets then put it under punishment. Put people on curfew. Put temporary laws in place to limit your people. Make a public speech that this is what your going to do. Tell your people this is until the people responsible for the crime surrenders and comes forward. If that does not happen put secret cameras while everyone is asleep in the areas of the crimes and catch the one responsible and put them in jail for a respectful amount that they did." I said. The people nodded and wrote it down in a notebook.
It has been fifty thousand Chaos years and only fifty earth years. A bell rung stating a problem on earth. I walked into the room and sit down on my mini throne. I watched the Olympians fight about the war they are going to fight against Tartarus, Kronos, and Nyx.
"Gramps I'm going to help the olympians!" I called.
"Be safe don't kill them!" He called back.
I gave a laugh and teleported to the throne room. I have leather pants with my weapons belt. My black flame crown upon my head.
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I step out of the shadows and look around. Their argument stopped.
"Who dares interrupt an Olympian meeting!" Zeus thundered.
"Brandon Hero Riddle-Solace- McKenzie- Blofis. Prince of the universe savior of many and advice giver. Gramps sent me to help fight in your war. He also said I can't kill you. But I could play around. And if you try anything on me I can remove my help and well you all die and earth will crumble." I said.
"How can we trust you?" Athena asked. I growled and my eyes flashed silver.
"How can you trust me? How should I trust you. I spent my life fighting for you, saved lives as a doctor, and help the avengers. And all I got was hate and torture. So the question you should be asking is how do you get on my good side after all you gods and your children did to me. Can I stay and help fight." I asked.
I turn showing my bright white wings that turns blue on the edge. I walked out of the throne room and started flying to camp half-hell.
