He was ridiculed. He was cursed. He was locked away. And then he was forgotten. Perseus the youngest son of Gaea was cursed by the gods and exiled to the Island of Ogygia for aiding the Titans in the First Titan war. With the Titans rising again, he is needed to bring Olympus to it's knees. But can a certain blue eyed daughter of Zeus change his perspective of things?

What if Percy had fallen into Tartarus alone? Apparently, a whole lot of shit. * Down in Tartarus, it's the Greek version of hell. Percy experiences the hardest days of his life - and that's saying something - as he attempts to find his way to the Doors of Death. It's his only option if he wants to make it out of this alive. At least he has Small Bob, though. The best fucking awesome cat ever. * "No matter how much he tried, he couldn't get the stain of Tartarus off his skin." * Started November 2017. Finished March 2018. *THIS STORY IS UNDER EDITING* *Due to the edits, chapter names and numbers may not line up, and some story details may be out of place. The story is not being edited in chronological order. I don't have a timeline for when edits will be finished.