Christianity's Devil had arisen.
Oh yes. He was real too. They called him Lucifer, Satan, and the Devil, but his true name is Perseus. This was Percy's evil form and not even his parents could defeat him.
Perseus snarled. "Would it be justice?" he whispered malevolently in a demonic tone that made The Fates regret being born into existence, "If I, the Primordial of Justice and Revenge, was denied of it?"
A dangerous cackle escaped from the true devil, his eyes gleaming with cunning, anticipation and madness. He reveled in their fear, it was so strong that he could smell it from miles away and it was just so satisfying and addicting to his senses.
"Of course not", he purred, answering his own question.
"Let's not put this off for any longer, shall we girls? Uncle Perseus is getting impatient." He said, a dark, cruel and malicious grin adorning his face.
The Fates' hearts beat rapidly and their pulses quickened as their bodies froze. They had lost control over their very bodies.
There was a bright flash of light as the four of them were transported to Perseus' personal torture chamber.
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Perseus the Primordial
Fanfiction_________________________________________ "The couple had been happy as they fell asleep in each others arms. That is, until Annabeth felt Percy fidget uncomfortably in his sleep." _________________________________________ DISCLAIMER: THE PERCY JACK...
