Xenomorphic

Chapter 6: Recap

Hades was furious.

Actually, no. He was furious when Adolf and Stalin ripped the Asphodel Fields a new asshole. What he was feeling now, however, could not be described with words...in any known language.

The God of the Underworld had just been informed by his Lieutenant, Thanatos, that his nephew-niece, it appeared-was being held in some twisted, mortal science facility, and was being forced to slaughter people after undergoing twisted experiments that looked to be more suited for something found in the Fields of Punishment.

Hades summoned his Helm, holstered his Sword, and equipped his staff, ready to storm this place and put the fear of a god in their hearts-since he wasn't going to let any demigod child, let alone his own nephew/niece, be a lab rat for humans-when the Fates popped into his throne room.

"What?" His voice was whisper, but it held more steel than a military base. The Daughters of Ananke had the decency to look nervous. "We said you can't rescue Poseidon's child yet." Hades glowered at them, his Helm of Darkness enhancing its power, "And why, pray-tell, can I not go save my niece?"

"Because," Clotho spoke, "If you rescued her as she is now, she would go on a murderous rampage."

"Her mind is fragile, she believes the best way to survive is to remove all threats to herself...violently," Lachesis whispered.

"If she was thrust into Camp Half-Blood or Camp Jupiter, the demigods there would unintentionally provoke her, and she would annihilate them. It would be a blood-bath," Atropos finished.

Clotho restarted the cycle, "That would be instrumental in the defeat of the Olympians at the hands of your father."

"Something we are desperately trying to avoid by biding our time, teaching her restraint, and caution."

"Yes, Hades, Kronos is rising, you've felt it as well." The Dark God kept silent, but his eyes told them the truth. Clotho picked up where Atropos left off, "Thanks to the unpredictable nature of the mortals, the Child of Prophecy, Perseus Jackson had been forever changed. Now he has become 'Subject 3', a genetic hybrid with unparalleled survival instincts and ruthlessness. The lives of others mean nothing to her as long as it means she lives."

Hades grit his teeth at the Fates' description of Poseidon's daughter, his own niece, before he picked up on something, "Genetic...hybrid? What did they do to my family?!" The shadows began to writhe in agitation, the walls began to shake, the Underworld trembling under the power of its Master. The Fates shared a look, silently weighing the decision before them. To tell, or not to tell. "If you don't answer me within the next nanosecond, I'll personally throw all of you into Tartarus."

To tell it was then.

"After augmenting his body to superhuman levels, they spliced him with the DNA of Linguafoeda acheronsis."

Hades blinked. That was a scientific term he hadn't heard of in a long time. Then the creature that held that title came to mind. "Oh." The full gravity of the situation crashed on to his shoulders. "The mortals injected Poseidon's child with the DNA of the most dangerous creature since the dinosaurs?"

Atropos nodded, "That's the reason your nephew became your niece."

"So then...Perseus has become a hybrid between a Big Three demigod, and a remorseless creature brought to this planet by a species that Artemis probably has wet dreams over?"

A trio of 'yes' was his answer.

"And my father is on the rise, therefore the Great Prophecy you issued 50 years ago is beginning to play itself out?"