My soul was torn out of my body. My heart was cut out from my chest. My love was forced away from my heart. My compasion was cut away from my love. Every emotion, torn out of me. Until they found me. My soul was replaced with that of harshness. My heart replaces of that of a demon. My love replaced with cruelty. My compasion replaces with anger. They call themselves the Seven Deadly Sins, my new family.

Post HOO. Finally Percy had slain Gaea, but as he stood there with his sword logged into her abdomen she was still smiling. Gaea would eventually wake back up, but before she was put back into sleep she decided to do one last devastating blow. A blow that was directly meant for Percy. She would take away the most important thing in his life before she went into a deep sleep. With her gone Percy wasn't the same. He bacame distant with everyone. His heart grew cold and so he left. Having no reason to stay. Now a god, Percy left camp and went where the gods had no power.