(4 years later)
A man shot his spear forward at a boy about 14 only for his strike to be knocked aside before getting a hard kick to the chest knocking him to the ground. Quickly the boy jumped on him and held his sword to the mans throat. "Yield" Percy growled. The man said "I yield young one". The boy jumped off his mentor smiling and helped him to his feet. "It appears my training has worked, you were able to recognize my mistake and capitalize on it" the man said with a smile. " Achilles don't talk like that your starting to sound like Theseus" whined Percy. Achilles just smirked at him and chuckled.
Percy was walking through his mothers garden admiring the beautiful plants and flowers when Alecto flew up next to him. "Perseus, your fater wishes to see you, he has a mission for you" "Thank you Alecto" He made his way up to his fathers palace where he walked in to the throne room. "you called for me father?". "yes my son, I would like you to collect your siblings". "you mean the ones you asked me to train?"
Flashback
"You called for me?". "yes, I wish for you to go to the Lotus hotel and casino and train your siblings how to fight and teach them about who they really are." "of course father, I will train them the best I can." "I know my son."
Flashback end
"yes, but be careful, Zeus has sent three campers, a daughter of Athena, a son of Poseidon, and his daughter as well as the hunters of Artemis" Percy cursed under his breath but said "of course father, I will go and rescue them." "thank you" replied Hades.
Ok chapter done. I need to know wether or not Annebeth should be a bitch or not, the son of Posiden will be an asshole just to let you know. Just to warn you I may not be able too update soon due to the amount of stress due to school. Comment what you want and thank you. - randomgod2
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Percy Jackson son of hades Lord of hell hounds
FanfictionAU. Perzoe percy is a son of posiden who runs away after his mother is tortured and killed by his abusive step father. He finds hades and hades adopts him