Once Ariston calmed down, he and Apollo did that transportation thing that Apollo called flashing to just outside the council room.

"Before we go in, Ariston," Apollo stopped him. "Please control your temper, the council has been talking more and more about Percy and it is all about how they will not be able to win this war with out him which I find funny since it took another war for them to come to their senses."

Ariston took a moment to calm some and mentally go to his happy place. Already bad memories were popping up, unbidden. He took a deep breath and nodded, gesturing for Apollo to open the gigantic doors.

As he did, Ariston could hear the god's bickering. The old, familiar arguing voices brought a wave of anger for a minute before he pushed it down. All these years. He did not know why he expected them to change in this way.

Yet he did.

He somehow expected them to be a little bit more mature. He mentally called himself an idiot.

Before he could stop himself, Ariston pushed past Apollo and moved to the center of the room. He conjured up a chair and sat back in his seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Apollo shake his head in amusement before sitting in his throne.

A bag of popcorn appeared on Ariston's and Apollo's lap and they began a game that consisted of throwing popcorn in each other's mouths. The only one who noticed was Hestia, who was not too far away from where Ariston sat.

Eventually there was a lull in the argument about something so ridiculous that Ariston didn't bother to find out what it was. "I see this hasn't changed," Ariston commented casually, tossing more popcorn in his mouth.

"Who are you?" Zeus demanded, narrowing his eyes at the cloaked figure in front of him. His face was hidden by a hood and he had his leg crossed over his knee. His hands still held the bag of popcorn which was almost gone unfortunately.

"Do you not need me?" Ariston raised an eyebrow albeit no one could see him. He stared to stand up, making the chair disappear. "Cause I can go home if you want."

"Need you?" Artemis sneered slightly. According to Apollo, she was never quite the same after Percy died and Ariston noticed it when ever he encountered her.

"I was under the impression that you needed my help," Ariston clarified. "Wasn't that it Apollo?" He turned to the sun god, holding his hands out in innocence.

Apollo nodded. "Lord Zeus, this is the help I mentioned," he told him, accepting the bag of popcorn from his friend.

"What is your name boy?" Ares asked.

"Oh, I am anything but a boy," Ariston said with disgust. " A monster if you must but never a boy. I've seen too much."

"Who are you?" Zeus shouted.

Ariston stiffened his back to stand up straight. "I am Ariston, god of the Hunt, Loyalty and Demigods," he said in a firm voice. Normally he wouldn't have pulled his titles but he felt that the Olympians needed to know that he doesn't need to bow to them. In fact, he does not even need to call them 'lord' or 'lady' either.

It took a second for Ariston to realized why everyone was looking between him and Artemis with accusing glances. "Whoa, hey, not that hunt!" He protested. "Gods," he muttered before continuing, "The hunt for males."

"There is no hunt for males," Artemis argued. "I would know."

"I beg to differ my lady," Ariston bowed from the waist in the maiden goddess' direction. "There are many things you do not know. One of them being my hunt."

"But you work alone," she countered, confusion replacing the look of frustration.

"I never said that," Ariston countered back.

Everyone was silent after Ariston said that.

"Tell us more about this hunt," Zeus said. "Where were you for the last two wars we have had? Why did you not help?"

Ariston bristled at that. "Just because you did not see us in the war efforts does not mean we were not helping," he snapped. "If not for the Hunt the world would be at the mercy of Kronos at this time. I was not part of the Hunt nor even a god during the second Titan war or the second Giant war but the Hunt did their part just the same."

"Not a god?" Athena asked. "Were you a demigod then? And who was the god of the Hunt if not you?"

"Bion," Ariston said in answer to her second question, ignoring the first. "He faded soon after transferring his godhood to me."

"How long ago was that?" Hermes asked, interested now. "Bion was a good friend of mine."

Ariston bowed somewhat in Hermes' direction with respect. He remembered him being one of the only ones who did not betray Percy. "How long ago did the gods of Olympus kill the Savior of Olympus?" He asked in answer to his question.

Hermes' eyes widened in surprise. Ariston had a feeling he knew who he was.

"We did not kill Perseus Jackson!" Zeus thundered. (AN: how long have you guys been waiting for that one? ;)

Ariston turned his cold glare to the king of the gods. "No, you murdered him," he corrected. "Brutally."

"How would you know?" Poseidon demanded angrily, his grip on his trident tightened, making his knuckles turn white.

Ariston had tried his best to ignore the sea god up untill this point but this statement was too much. "Am I not the god of demigods?" He asked in return. "It is my job to know the whereabouts of demigods and their wellbeing. I have not forgiven you for his death."

There was a stunned silence at this. Everyone but Hades, Artemis, Hestia, Hermes and Apollo looked down in shame. Hades looked a bit smug though.

Once Ariston saw that they were too ashamed to continue, he spoke again. "Now that that is out of the way, why don't we talk about why you wanted me here?"

Zeus was the first to recover. "Well, since we know so little about you and your Hunt, why don't you tell us what you are able to do for us?" He inquired, forcing politeness.

"I have already dispatched my hunters all around the country, patrolling the area around the camps and the area in between," Ariston started. "My elite team and I will be at Camp Half-Blood, training the demigods there. And I suggest you all spend as much time with your children as possible, we might not make it with out Percy."

"How DARE you try to tell us what to do?" Zeus roared. Thunder boomed outside and Ariston could tell it had started to rain in the camp. He could feel the shock coming from the half bloods in waves.

Ariston upped the power in his glare. Zeus paled. "How dare you treat my domain as such." Was all he said. His voice was low, but powerful. The Olympians could feel the anger radiating off of him with such force, they cowered in their seats. "You don't see me disrespecting the sky or the sea. Not even wine and war. Did you not swear on the river Styx that you will be acknowledging your children more?"

"Defeating Tartarus will not be easy," Ariston told the gods. "You will need to participate more than you have in the past."

"What do you suggest we do?" Athena asked. She had a feeling she knew what he was going to say and her suspicions were confirmed with his next sentence.

"You need to absolve the Ancient Laws," Ariston said bluntly. There was no point beating about the bush.

Surprisingly, Zeus seemed to be actually thinking about it. "Yes, I believe that would be best," he muttered.

Ariston was not surprised, Zeus had one of his own children in the camps after all. What surprised Ariston however, was Hera's reaction.

She looked like she was holding back a squeal.

Ariston raised an eyebrow. He honestly was not expecting that. Then he thought about it and realized why, it was something he had thought nothing of until that point. Which was strange in itself because Hera just didn't do that sort of thing. She had been visiting Jason and Thalia, Ariston thought she even adopted them. What ever magic she had been using to keep this a secret must have been powerful to cause him to brush over it as if it were nothing.

The rest of the gods were all trying to hold back their excitement.

In the next moment, Zeus seemed to make a decision. He stood up and held forth his master bolt in front of him. A scroll appeared in front of the bolt, right in the way of anything that might come. The next thing Ariston knew, the scroll was in ashes, falling down on the ground.

Once that was finished, Zeus sat down and cleared his throat. "If there is anything anyone will like to say, speak forth now or forever hold your peace," he said.

Ariston's lips twitched as he bowed. "My lord, that is all." His respect for the gods had gone up a notch. However, the notch could just as easily go back down. They would have to be careful around him.

"In that case, this meeting is over," Zeus finished.

Before he even finished his statement, the other gods, including Apollo flashed out. Leaving Ariston by himself.