Percy Jackson, the local goofball, the seaweed brain himself was currently destroying Olympus brick by boring brick, had trapped Zeus, and in the process, had killed millions of mortals.

His wise girl was missing.

There is one thing that Percy does best, and that's stay loyal. But there is one girl at the center of his life, only rocked by his mother, that he would do anything, even kill for; Anabeth.

Anabeth, the love of his life, Anabeth, the grey-eyed favourite of Athena, Anabeth, the girl who had gone missing merely 10 hours before.

He knew these low-life, self-centered, self-pitying Gods would know where she was.

And so, here he was, just about to turn on Apollo, who was cowering like a child, when a voice broke through. "What _are_ you doing!" Hera shrieked.

"Getting my girlfriend back." he hissed, turning on her, his eyes a stormy blue mixed with rage. He took Riptide, pressing it against Hera's throat. "If I could kill you, I would, but I'd doubt it's gonna feel good to be decapitated." he whispered menacingly. "Where is she." his words no longer sounded like words, his normally sarcastic demeanor morphing into one dipped in a terrifyingly aggressive growl, making Hera gulp with fear.

"I won't say." her voice trembled.

Jackson chuckled, a deep, intimidating sound, giving Ares a run for his money. "Okay."

True to his word, he cut through Hera's neck, slowly, painfully, not letting anything heal. "We'll do this the hard way." he giggled.

While she was weak, he pulled out some spare handcuffs he had stolen from Hephaestus when he had cashed in a private favour earlier that day, allowing him to cuff her, and then bring her to a wooden chair set there to accommodate any minor gods.

This was gonna be fun.

Under da sea~

Just two hours later, Percy had chained up everyone, including Poseidon, and was torturing everyone, especially Hera.

"It's funny." he started, "That nobody knows where she is, even though whenever somebody goes missing, it's you guys that did something." by now, he had drowned most of them twice, save for his father, whom he had set fire to once. "You guys know something." he went on, his sword glimmering with golden Ichor. "I suggest you tell me." he giggled.

"You're insane!" Artemis screamed, her arrows and bow set purposefully just out of reach to taunt her.

But it didn't help to try to struggle to grab them; the chairs had been glued to the floor, Percy making sure nobody was going anywhere.

"Son, why?" Poseidon wheezed, his voice full of hurt.

"Don't call me that!" Jackson yelled, causing everyone to flinch. "You never cared about me! YOU ONLY CONTACT ME BECAUSE YOU'RE SCARED I'LL TURN INTO LUKE!" he snapped.

He turned to Hera, his breathing ragged, the look on his face animalistic. "Now." he sneered. "Where in the ever-loving fuck is my girlfriend?"