1Glancing around Pontus' sacred grounds and noticing its unaffected appearance, he let out a grateful sigh that he had not desecrated the only place on Gaea that may have been considered Pontus'.
He allowed his form to dissipate into nothing but water and disappeared with naught but a slight shift in the current that could easily be blamed upon a mischievous nereid.
Reforming within his room in his Father's palace, he allowed himself to calm down and analyze the situation and information presented to him. It was clear that the vision shown was of the future.
A definite point that needs to occur for the continuation of this Universe. While Ananke could not control the destinies of her fellow Protogenoi, Chaos was free to influence whatever may allow for its survival.
Therefore he allowed himself to calm, and decided to finally begin to enjoy his newfound immortality. He pondered upon the many things he could do.
A visit to Demeter would not be amiss neither to Persephone. While he had wondered sometimes why his uncle, Hades had been so confused by his casualness in the Underworld, he now knew the reason lay upon Persephone or more accurately, her memories and instincts that remained from Pereswa.
However he reasoned that since he currently stayed within his Father's palace, meaning that should he want, then this would be the perfect time to visit his siblings. Deciding upon this course of action, he left his room in search of his favourite of his Father's children.
Walking through the hallways, he ignored the prolonged gazes of the stationed guards and admired the decor that lined the walls. Unlike his own Palace which was barely filled and depicted popular scenes of history or obscure favourites of those who volunteered their possessions, Poseidon lined his walls with History of the Water.
Not only the Sea but the Ocean, as Amphitrite brought many of her belongings with her, including her favourite art pieces from the Golden Age. He also proudly displayed the victories of not only himself but his children in a grandiose manner.
Percy was always shocked that there were many hallways solely dedicated to his achievements, but the creme de la creme was a statue that had been made in his honour years ago.
It had been created long before he'd been introduced to the Greek Pantheon and was a tradition that Poseidon honoured. The first media whether it be portrait or statue was created to display his demigod child and their parent.
His in particular was a scene that he just knew to be taken at Montauk and displayed a young, perhaps six or seven year old Percy giggling as his mother who lifted and cradled him in her arms.
He had spent hours describing it to his mother in awe and if he felt that his Father would allow him to take it, then he'd ask. But now he was allowed a phone and thus did not hesitate spending several minutes taking hundreds of photos to later show his mother.
Satisfaction hummed low within his stomach as he continued his trek until arriving upon his desired location.
The guards bowed low upon seeing he wasn't simply walking by, and opened the door in lieu of speaking.
Instantly, the humidity of the room began spilling out into the hallway and Percy sped up his leisure pace knowing his brother wouldn't appreciate him altering the temperature of the room.
He had only a moment to prepare himself before a two metres tall cyclops brought him into a strong hug."Big brother!" Tyson exclaimed joyfully, "Dad told me about you becoming a God. He said it was dangerous and you could not visit. I was sad but I understood!"
As Tyson grew older, his language skills increased but he was still childlike and thus his English was still a little off. Thankfully, he no longer felt as though his brother's hugs were overwhelming as his tolerance increased and he responded fervently.
"Tyson, my favourite brother," he greeted back, feeling something in his stomach settle upon seeing his happy brother, "How are you?" he asked, guiding his brother out of the forge upon noticing his empty station.
It had become something occurring more often as Tyson rose in ranks among the Forge Keepers. Although, in his free time, he often chose to still spend his time crafting objects to keep his family and friends safe. It was something that brought Percy concern at the end of the war, but he did not comment knowing he did the same with sword teaching.
He supposed that was partially the reason for his relief, he knew that should Tyson have continued to spiral, his Father would have removed him from the general forge and section him to a personal one as the other Forge Keepers were growing wary with his behaviour.
He continued catching up with his Cyclops brother as they moved towards the dining room for dinner. It was not often Tyson joined them as he preferred to eat quick meals and forge.
The doors of the room opened with a loud bang alerting the Royal Family to their presence who looked up at their arrival. It appeared Triton had returned as he was seated primly adjacent to his mother who sat besides the King.
Rhodes sat quietly reading a book but appeared to steadily become more agitated with Kymopoleia who was being her usually disruptive self.
Triton's face twisted at Tyson's presence but he remained silent as Poseidon pleasantly greeted, "Percy, Tyson, how lovely. Come join us for dinner. How was your exploit?"
Percy sat next to his Father and motioned Tyson to sit next to him as responded jovially, "It has proven valuable." He wasn't sure why his Father was asking about his excursion as he knew it was a private matter.
He received his answer in the form of a guilty and concerned Poseidon who admitted, "I had been monitoring your essence when it suddenly disappeared. It was for but a brief moment, yet it was there."
The table perked up and quieted, turning to him to await an answer, but he simply waved away the concern, "I was dealing with an important matter that you would prefer to not know off."
Sensing the memo, Poseidon changed the topic and the table started back again when Kym broke in, "How is Jason?" and it went from there.
The dinner was delicious, wine and lobster prepared by the Palace Chef who had served Poseidon for several millennia.
Finishing up quietly, he excused himself to take his leave and teleported to his Palace upon Olympus. He was grateful that his Father found him to be important enough to expedite the creation of his Underwater Palace, yet he did not need to hear every detail about Underwater Architecture.
He was greeted by empty rooms, but didn't allow that to lessen his mood of surviving an intentional encounter with Chaos. Since he had slept so recently, his body was still bursting with energy so he settled for sitting and going through a few books on the Protogenoi individually.
Cronous is considered to be the most neutral amongst the Protogenoi, but is also listed as only of the weakest due to the limitations of his Domain, as it is noted a Protogenoi is incapable of being forced to fade and thus eternal unless dictated otherwise by themself. He has not been noted for interfering in human history except for a few instances throughout the Golden Age where he conducted experiments of the effect of Time on Mortals. He has been noted for his more inhumane experiments in which he forced Titans who insulted his honour to fade, but is generally calm-tempered. His book 'Time and Its Use' was mentioned by one of his servants but has been either lost to time or was taken back by the Protogenoi himself.
It was a book written by the Themis Titaness of Divine Law and Order who was another entity whose continued existence was unclear. He resolved to research her through the Loom at a later date but for now allowed himself time for experimentation.
Reaching deep within himself, he pulled the memories that were in his subconscious yet unfamiliar to him.
Pontus entered the Council Room of the Protogenoi and greeted his fellow members with a kiss. He took his seat upon a stone chair and allowed himself to observe his surroundings as they awaited news from Ananke regarding the Tapestry.
They had been informed of blank spots within the 'Loom' which while not uncommon amongst Protogenoi, was impossible for mortals and thus marked the Tapestry as a main subject.
Gaea was reforming steadily but refused all attempts of communication and Tartarus refused to meet with them citing it a waste of his eternity.
That just left Nyx who was being her usual blank self and sitting as if detached from the room around them and Chronos who was taking his rare appearance of a younger brunette man that made Pontus want to jump him.
The man had become reclusive, feeling responsible for Cronus with whom he allowed to share his domain and awaited news of the Tapestry. The man wasn't prone to become involved in their shenanigans, being in agreement with his wife that their time had long gone.
Pontus however took the form of a middle aged man feeling old in his age even though everyone in this room were created within the same nanos chronos , but considering time did not yet have meaning, it wasn't as definitive.
His inspection was interrupted by the arrival of Ananke who immediately began, "Chaos prepares itself for the birth of the Tapestry Bearer. A new soul has been brought into creation without my control which is the reason for my lateness as my Loom was… let us just be grateful it still… exists."
She received worried looks but assured them it was functioning and currently self repairing in her absence. The news that the Tapestry Bearer was to be borne soon spoke well for Pontus. So well in fact that he appeared decades younger..literally.
All eyes were upon him in pity but he ignored it to seek out the one darkened in lust upon his youthful form of a man not quite grown into himself yet.
His concentration slipped but he idly noticed they were referring to the Future King of Olympus. He wondered how they'd fare against whatever threat lay within the Tapestry but did not allow his thoughts to psychoanalyse them.
The meeting ended abruptly by the mention of Gaea upon which Nyx rolled her eyes, teleporting away and thus stopping further discussion. Ananke gave him a long look before appraising her husband and teleporting out.
He took Cronous' offered hand but teleported them to his Sacred Grounds where they'd be allowed privacy with his charms. He was immediately pushed upon a stone bench he'd added specifically for such couplings but couldn't speak with the other mouthing at his neck.
It appeared the news was a relief to him that someone who could speak their will would be able to communicate with the Lower Echelons of Divinity and deal with Cronus.
The Titan's rising was one they knew of but were informed by Ananke would lead to disaster if anyone lower than a Protogenoi were to preemptively know. According to her, the forewarning would always lead to a divine war that tore apart reality.
His thoughts were distracted when he felt Cronous' warm mouth trailing down his stomach...
He broke the memory, feeling his erection prominent against his stomach after being exposed to the brazenness of the Protogenoi. Extending his senses, he was unable to sense Apollo within Olympus even though it was still night and resolved to take care of his issue for himself.
He exited the shower and robed himself into an outfit deciding to get to the root of the issue of why Apollo had been ignoring him. He extended his reach until he had pinpointed the location of the other and teleported to him.
He reappeared on an island he vaguely recognized by its two mounds. The Ancient Island of Delos, alongside being the birthplace of Apollo and Artemis, also housed Leto.
He did not recall meeting the Titaness when they had travelled through Delos but to be fair, Apollo´s divinity was currently peaking where land did not exist. No matter how much Apollo liked Percy, he did not think the God had developed a liking for spending time underwater alone.
Walking though the island, he observed a gathering of mist hiding something they had not noticed last time. He forced himself to push through whatever was trying to keep hidden only to realize upon crossing the mist, that the person was being kept in.
A twenty foot Titaness laid on a rock cradling a God on her stomach. Both looked at him upon his arrival and he took a moment to analyze both. The Titaness, Leto looked ethereal as ever is her pure white toga modified for movement. Apollo looked worn out with reddish eyes and tears drying upon his cheeks.
"Greetings, Lady Leto," he began, attempting to be polite to his boyf- his fli- Apollo´s Mother.
"Come now, Percy, I have heard much of you here from my Son," she replied with a teasing lilt to her voice which resonated with the ground, "There is no need to be so formal now is there?"
Shaking his head in denial, he was grateful for the ease at which Leto set him guiding them back to her house. House was an understatement however, while it was clearly untouched by the modern day, it appeared that the twins visited their mother quite often if the numerous photographs lining the stone shelves were any clue.
She set about creating refreshments while Percy sat next to Apollo bumping his shoulder in inquiry of the reason for his crying. Yet Apollo simply shook his head and mouthed later as Leto returned with glasses filled with apple juice.
"I hope my home greets you well?" she asked, making idle conversation, smiling upon the closeness of her son and his lover. She could appreciate Percy for what he had done as a hero but she appreciated even more for what he had done for Apollo.
Leto knew their relationship did not begin easily with how Percy had rejected the thought of being friends with a God, much less the lover of one. She refrained from rolling her eyes at how well she knew their relationship, the evenings Apollo would spend agonizing theatrically over the Son of Poseidon.
She had been forced to endure poems after songs after tales yet she endured with a smile, enjoying the ease in Apollo´s movements as he talked about the other. Now seeing them here and seeing Apollo´s sunny smile relit with joy, she could not complain about the boy intruding on her day with Apollo.
She was broken out of her reminiscence by the very entity of her interest posing her a question, "Leto, I have heard much of your skills in the kitchen. Specifically, your Baklava and Apollo has asked me many times to recreate it. May I have your recipe?"
She chuckled, leading him into the kitchen, leaving Apollo behind in the drawing room. A sound barrier was erected upon their entrance to the kitchen and she turned to Percy in askance.
"What is the reason that has Apollo so upset?" he asked confusedly wanting to know more about what may have conflicted the Sun God.
But Leto shook her head and refused citing it impolite to expose her child's secrets. While he understood her need to respect her children, Apollo had never explained the significance of this day to him and thus he was in the dark.
Neither had Apollo ever appeared so reactive on this day before. Perhaps he had been more emotional, prone to cursing someone or returning an insult quicker or seem genuinely sadder but never before had he seen the God this devastated on this day.
She handed him a scroll with the recipe and led him back to the drawing room where the God laid cocked up along the couch scrolling on his phone.
"Ready to go?" Percy asked softly, eyes patient looking at the other who looked visibly better.
"Yeah, just give me a moment to say goodbye," Apollo commented, already moving to embrace his mother. Leto watched Percy scrutinizingly for a moment before beckoning him for a hug as her son pulled back.
His mind blanked but Apollo pulling him forward into the Titaness' arms spurred him to return the hug. For a brief moment, he knew why she was the Titaness of Motherhood by the way he felt his guard lowering.
Extending their farewell, they took her leave in a flash with the Sun God teleporting them to Percy's Palace.
"Can we talk about what happened today?" he asked as Apollo led him to the master bedroom and into its drawing room to lay upon the couch cuddling one another.
"Today is simply a horrible day. I sho-. It is not that important. It is silly," Apollo tried waving it off but was stopped by Percy.
"If it is of importance to you, then it is of equal importance to me," Percy insisted.
"Your presence disappeared today, did you know?" the God asked, eyes blinking away tears.
Percy attempted to offer an explanation because of course after he disappeared for a week into Tartarus his Father and Apollo would be worried, but he never expected this. His explanations were waved off in lieu of Apollo answering.
"Today is the day I mourn. You do not understand what it is like, Percy. Neither has my sister ever has. She is aromantic and unconcerned with the affection of romance but I? I love and I love strongly," the Sun God paused to take a calming breath.
"It is today I allow myself to mourn with my mother, those I had never gotten. My love for Daphne may have been the product of Eros' arrow but Hyacinthus? I was ready to die for him that day. But I have learnt, I have grown. I know now not to unnecessarily take my anger out on the world."
"It is you after all who has shown me what this world has to offer," he smiled continuing, "You who had given me a chance against everyone's advice and taught me how to see the colours of this realm again. Thank you for never giving up on me, regardless of my rougher edges."
Percy's eyes watered at his admission and could not help but pull the other into a slow passionate kiss. It was not heated or out of lust, it was simply to fulfil his desire of speaking what he could not say. What words could not encompass.
They laid there in comfortable silence until the next day. Percy allowed himself to not think, to allow this form of his a moment of peace with his beloved and resolved to sort out the situation. He would soon know where they stood as Apollo and Leto had acknowledged him as the Sun God's lover, but they had still not discussed it properly.
As the Sun rose into the sky, and the clocks of Manhattan struck six in the morning, Percy walked along the minimally filled streets of New York. Its citizens waking up to head to a mundane job, never aware of the world hidden around them.
When Percy was younger, he envied them, their ability to act as if a monster was not five feet away and have said monster ignore them. Jealous nights consisted of grumbling and mentally cursing the Gods names within his bedroom, but he was no longer that boy.
He was now a man, a God 'Protogenoi' and no longer on the monster's radar. Instead, now he was above the Divine Rules enforced by Zeus and capable of challenging them. However he was held to some of the non-interference laws of the Protogenoi.
He cleared his head as he idly approached his desired location and entered the tall building, walking up to the door that filled him with slight dread and knocking. He reconsidered the outfit Apollo had helped him choose, a white shirt and a black pair of jeans and combat boots.
Overall, he looked more put together than the occupant had ever seen him casually, but Apollo insisted that he dress well and as a divine being, he wasn't constrained to mortal limits that occurred in fashion. It's why the Ancient Greeks never particularly cared about the impracticality of sandals as it was the preferred footwear of their Gods.
Apollo had attempted to dress him in sandals but Percy had conjured the combat boots and left. However any further thoughts were interrupted by the door opening by a man with salt and pepper hair.
"Percy?" Paul questioned in disbelief before regaining his wits, "SALLY! COME QUICK! PERCY'S HERE!"
"WHAT!" a shout was heard as Sally Jackson, the kindest woman in his biased opinion appeared holding a toddler within her arms. Her brown hair was uniformly brown, clearly the application of some hair dye and her blue eyes welled up in tears upon at the sight of her son.
The toddler in her hands had brown hair just like her mothers but warm brown eyes alit in joy reaching out to him.
He was brought into a hug by his Mother, her resting her head on his chest and holding Estelle between them who buried her face in his shirt, wrinkling it in her hands.
She pulled back and led him to the couch where she sat Estelle upon his lap and stared at him, "I haven't heard from you in weeks, Mister!"
"I'm sorry, I was really busy. Has Chiron explained to you?" Percy asked, bouncing the toddler on his lap and allowing her to play with his fingers. His eyes softened as he looked at the girl whom he had visited so many times.
After the war, he had wanted to isolate but he forced himself to somewhat keep in contact for his mother and Estelle's sake. He would not allow her to miss out on knowing her mother's family like he had. His mortal grandparents were people he'd never met but somewhat missed as a child.
"A little. He said there was something going on upon Olympus. Something that disrupted the order of the Gods?" she replied hesitantly recalling what the centaur had said.
"Do you remember the offer Zeus made me after both wars?" understanding filled her gaze as he continued, "It appears the Universe had determined my immortality was necessary and forced me to ascend."
Sally released an audible sigh as she took her daughter and handed her to Paul and brought her son into her arms again. "I'm sorry, baby. I know how much you didn't want this."
Something in Percy that had tightened began to deflate upon the quiet acceptance of his Mother, "You're not angry?" he questioned quietly feeling like a little child who had gotten blamed for something he didn't do again.
"I could never be angry at you mijo , you haven't done anything wrong." she reassured.
"But-" Percy was stopped.
"But nothing, this only means that you are safe now. Free to finally meet your Father whenever you wish regardless of Zeus' allowance. Allowed to go wherever you want without the fear of monsters. And you have an eternity. You will be a gracious God, I know it. I raised you didn't I?" she asked rhetorically.
Percy could only nod at the absoluteness in her voice and confidence that he couldn't be anything less than her perfect little boy. "Thank you," his words resonated from his spot, head buried on his Mother's shoulder.
She smiled a knowing smile as his head rose, "Come now, Estelle has missed you. Tell me what being a God's like. What are your domains?"
Paul visibly perked up at the knowledge of a God's daily life but Percy did as always and glassed over whatever would give his Mother a heart attack. A ding alerted them to the oven being finished baking whatever his Mother was doing.
"I haven't done much actually. When the council was informed of my Godhood, they instructed Apollo to assist me until my ascension. I got a cool Primordial Domain of Water but my Godly ones are Destiny, Loyalty, Intelligence, Demigods, Battle Medicine, Honourable Warfare, and Flowers," Percy stated holding Estelle carefully as his Mother guided them to the kitchen where she had been baking cupcakes.
"Oh I always knew the Fates were too focused on your life but it's so nice that you have battle medicine and honourable warfare. I've always told you that you were so smart, Percy and that the world was never ready for you. Water of some form was expected, but why flowers though?" Sally replied
"Um- that's complicated," he finished weakly under her raised eyebrow, "No seriously mom. It's weird as Hades, I- I can't begin to explain it. Do you remember the Moonlace Plant I gave you?" he asked, pointing to where it stood above the sink windowsill.
Upon her nod, he continued, "Apparently, my liking for flowers stems from one of dad's old flings."
Sally looked up suspiciously, "Generous of them."
Percy hummed as he leaned against the counter where he'd sat Estelle and observed as his Mother flipped the cupcake pan and set it upon a kitchen towel to cool.
"Percy-" Sally began in horror watching her son grab the steaming cupcakes and swallow it, not even registering the temperature. Her heartbeat sped up at the realisation her son was now fully Divine.
Of course she knew and believed her Son, but there was something of seeing evidence. She knew raising a demigod was different and they were prone to things strange to modern day customs, but she had stopped herself from commenting knowing he could handle it.
When Percy had snuck one of her bottles of alcohol to split with Thalia the year Annabeth went missing, she had not told him, only reducing the ease at which he could access harder liquors.
She was aware that her Son was borne and bred for the battlefield and the world of the Divine and that meant he suffered less from things like mortal diseases than the modern day person. That the food fed to them at camp had been soaked in alcohol regardless if a child, not even a teenager was eating.
That her Son was a man by Poseidon's standards and only his need to see Percy safe kept them on similar levels of coddling. She took a deep breath upon his questioning look and the realization that flashed in his eyes and instead began, "Be careful around Estelle with the heat."
Percy nodded immediately, cooling the temperature of his mouth causing smoke to rapidly billow out of his nose. Smoke fogged the air but Percy could hear the clapping of the toddler whose hips he held to ensure she did not decide to wander off the counter.
He smiled as the smoke cleared up and Estelle's eyes focused upon his, 'Yes, nothing has changed little one. I shall protect you."
Percy spent the remainder of the day in peace with his Mother and half-sister as Percy was reminded that the world still moved in the form of Paul leaving for work.
He had shown his Mother the pictures of the statue and she had teared up so much that Percy finally ensured that he'd at least ask for a replica of the sculpture upon which she burst into tears.
He left that evening considering what he wanted to do for his immediate future but he wasn't even sure of that. He did not have a timeline for when the meeting he was shown was to occur and thus remained unaware of the identity of the Future King of Olympus. And even then, all he knew about them, was that they were vaguely familiar.
Percy wanted to open the scroll soon, so that he would know what enemy he had to prepare for, and also to offer his assistance to the Future King but he wasn't sure he could do so. Tartarus had been present in that meeting and from what he knew of the Protogenoi, the other would not answer a summons from the Council as he considered it long dead.
Today was good though, definitely pleasant. He had made lunch with his Mother and watched his sister as she wrote her book. He had also gotten time to make the Baklava Apollo always requested he made. It currently rested in a pocket dimension still cooling from when he made it.
His Palace had clearly been entered after he left and the culprit was the form of the Sun God who lay upon his bed scrolling through a laptop. "Don't you have multiple palaces to do this in?"
Apollo taunted, "Would you prefer I be there instead?"
A smile bloomed upon Percy's face as he sat across the other pulling out the pastry and presenting it to the God whose face visibly lit up at the scent.
"Is that?" Apollo asked disbelievingly.
"Leto's recipe? Yes. You knew I was asking for it though. I don't know why this is surprising." Percy responded.
"Yeah, but you clearly wanted to interrogate my Mother more than request her recipes. Also, I did not anticipate the fact you would have made it already." Apollo reasoned.
Apollo bit into the warm pastry that tasted of sweet honey and finely diced pistachio that spoke of precision and care in its creation. "It's delicious, darling."
Percy hid a wince, not wanting to ruin the moment but being reminded by the pet name. He moved closer to the other who watched him while clearly enjoying the dessert, "Apollo, you know that I care for you."
"Uh oh," the Sun God sounded, "This sounds like a breakup," he joked emptily, searching Percy's face for a reaction and finding solace in the lack of guilt upon the mention of a breakup.
"I just need to know what I am to you," Percy confessed earnestly.
"What do you mean? We are lovers? Aren't we?" Apollo enquired confusedly.
Nodding, Percy agreed to the point but clarified, "Are we together together? Are you my boyfriend?"
Apollo brought Percy closer and encircled his arms around the other's hips, "You are mine," he stated with conviction, "And I am yours." He brought Percy's arm to caress his chest where his heartbeat was jackhammering.
And that was the end of the discussion for now. The reassurance was all he needed and more, as the other, as always knew exactly what Percy needed to hear to calm his overthinking mind.
That night as they lay naked in bed, Percy scrolled through his phone researching more into the only Protogenoi who he'd be unable to convince to attend the meeting and was absent in Pontus' memory.
Tartarus is the Protogenoi of Punishment and is not considered inherently evil but is often told to be. As in the stories we are told, he is always the villain, when in reality he appears to be nothing more than an uncaring being about the ways of Titans and Gods. As seen from the House of Nyx, which is stored within his body, it is clear to us that the Embodiment of the Pit is neutral when it comes to Protogenoi. Primordials, Titans, Gods and Monsters who enter however, are treated as adversaries and often face his wrath if not under the protection of a Protogenoi. His tendency to be swayed by Gaea's scheme is theorized to be due to his want for the very Chaos he was made of. However, as Protogenoi are like any divine being, and capable of fading at any given time, it is not understood why he has not done so. Speculation suspects…
The book was written by a Chthonic deity who had collected statements from exiting monsters, reforming Gods but most importantly, children of Nyx who were returning from visiting her.
It appeared that when not of his domain's concern, Thanatos was quite the gossip and had no problems partaking in such activities with the writer.
'The book certainly has helpful information but directly from the source is more trust-worthy.'
That morning when the Sun God was leaving, he informed him that he would be on leave for important Protogenoi business and was told he needed no more information.
"The less I know, the less I may tell," he cited taking his leave.
Percy rolled his eyes teleporting directly into the House of Nyx where the Protogenoi awaited him on her throne. She appeared to be the image of perfection if not for the slight tightening off her shoulders upon his entrance. It appeared as if something was going on but he was unsure.
"Nyx, you said I could come to you for help?" Percy questioned.
Nyx nodded her assent, "What do you need?"
"I need a way to get the whole Council minus Gaea and the Future King of Olympus there but I'm unsure of how to entice Tartarus into coming. You have known him for aeons, any ideas?"
She nodded, "Of course, he has always had a deep weakness for those he considers to be family. He isn't exactly neutral, but he isn't half as mad as the mortals think him to be. Pfft- Protogenoi of Evil they call him. Can you believe it?"
No, he couldn't really think that even Chaos in all its madness would create a Protogenoi for the sole purpose of Evil. Punishment of the Evil seemed more fitting. It appeared as if his siding with Gaea was because he knew punishment awaited Zeus for his crimes and he wanted the Sky God off the throne.
Yet Percy's problem was that he could not exactly contact the Pit as its entirety was the Protogenoi so he decided to ask, "And if one were of the desire to meet him? Where could I do that?"
Nyx began to speak but her shoulders tensed again as did Percy as a presence materialized from an empty wall, "There is no need. I am here."