Perseus Jackson is dead. He didn't die in battle. He wasn't killed during a quest. He didn't make the Gods so mad they killed them. His fatal flaw turned out to be actually fatal. But the Fates aren't through with him just yet. First he was the Gods pawn. But, now he belongs to the Fates. +++ Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the plot. Rick Riordan owns all of it.

(A/N: I do not own any of the pictures or characters used in this fanfic.) You all know Perseus Jackson, the great hero son of Poseidon. We know his girlfriend, Annabeth Chase, and their friends, the Seven demigods of the great prophecy. There is Nico DeAngelo, and Will Solace, and even more. They are the good guys, and Percy, well, he's been good from the very beginning. That's just the way he is, and always will be... Or do we thought... When an all new dark force rises, Percy is the first one to realize it. The thing, it talks to him, and tells him to do things, bad things, unspeakable things. Things that Percy wants to do. He wants to listen to the voice. Can Percy resist? Dose he even want to? Or is that just the strange thing, whispering thoughts in Percy's mind?