Right, still working on how to use this thingy. Plus, doesn't help when you are currently on dial-up. Yes, that still exists. Know that I take time to write this beforehand for the most part during school. Haha, yeah, that still exists even though we don't want it to. Sucks, I know. Anywho, I hate author's notes just as much as the next reader, so...On with my first update ever! Hope you like it!

Point of view: Perseus Jackson's

"Lord Zeus." I begin as I kneel before the king of the gods.

"Rise, Perseus Jackson." Zeus calls down to me.

"Lord Zeus and council of the gods. I have one single request. Will you honor me and fulfill it?" I ask them, looking mainly at Zeus.

"What is your request?" Zeus asks me warily.

I take a deep breath and speak my request, "I wish for death."

Everyone gasps and I'm just tired. I let it show on my face. My sadness, my shattered self. Poseidon starts weeping and Hestia comes to stand before me, with Artemis and Hera at her side.

"Lady Hestia, Lady Artemis, Lady Hera." I bow to each one.

Hestia puts her hands on my shoulders, grips them hard, and shakes me. I'm pretty sure my head is rattling. I couldn't care less.

"Why?! Why do you want your life ended?!" Hestia shrieks in my face.

Hera pries her off and Artemis slaps me. The slap turns my head to the side. I just keep it there, not meeting anyone's eyes.

"Perseus Jackson!" Artemis yells at me. "You will tell me this instant, what in the Hades is wrong with you! Look at me!" She screams.

I slowly turn my head and look at Artemis. "You want to know what's wrong with me? Ask the wisdom goddess, Lady Athena." I bow to said goddess.

"Perseus, I am so sorry." Athena's eyes start tearing up.

"What are you talking about Percy?" Hestia asks.

"Oh, so you haven't noticed that I've been missing for the past seven months? The Athena spawn that I used to love was doing things to me in Tartarus. Nice to know I was missed." I say and take my shirt off as evidence.

Everyone gasps again. The horrible scars mark and take up the majority of my skin. Everywhere. I just didn't want to take my pants off. The shirt was enough because I didn't want to offend anybody. The deep scars are still red and a couple are bleeding.

"How did you escape?" Zeus asks in a small voice.

"Athena. She saved me from her horrid daughter. And Hera found out a little over a few hours ago. She didn't wish to bring this news to you alone. So I did it for her. Nice to see you again, Lady Hera. But so unfortunate a time as I ask for my demise." I say and bow to Hera again. To my surprise, she hugs me. I only hug her back in respect and gratitude.

"Seven months?! We thought you were on a quest for Athena!" Hestia seethes.

"That what she told you? Obliviousness is bliss, dear lady. Enjoy it while it lasts." I nod to her. She sobs into my shoulder. "Can I die now? I think I've lived long enough." I look at Zeus and Hestia just sobs harder into my sore shoulder, but I let her.

Poseidon, my father,-sorry, used to be father- comes down from his throne and tackles me with a hug. I flinch involuntarily. I don't hug back because I'm tired, I have no more emotions left, and I hate the god of the seas with all my heart.

"What did she do to you?" Artemis asks me.

I laugh without humor and a wicked grin comes to my face. Everyone backs away or cringes into their thrones. "Search my memories if you want to know." I shrug. "I'll willingly let you look through them."

Dionysus comes up to me, puts his hand on my forehead, and something like an IM appears in front of the gods.

Point of view: Artemis

He seemed so sad and depressed when he asked for us to kill him. Now he just looks insane. Apollo looks at me and shakes his head, reading my thoughts. If Percy isn't insane...

I look at the image of Percy's memories.

Percy is practically bouncing off walls he is so excited. Athena gave him permission to marry Annabeth and she even helped him make the ring. An Imperial Gold band, gray pearls, emeralds, and sapphires embedded in the gold. He is going on a date with Annabeth that day and as they are on their way to the restaurant, Annabeth wanted to go to the park first. Percy obliged and when they got there, she opens a crack in the ground. She throws Percy in and jumps in after him.

Next, we see him crash into the Phlegethon, while Annabeth is simply caught by Kronos. Oceanus walks over to the now spluttering Percy, who is dragging himself out of the River of Fire. Ocanus grabs Percy by the neck and Percy starts to cough up blood, while the Titans and Annabeth laugh at his powerlessness against Oceanus's power.

"Do you like drowning boy? Down here, I am more powerful than you. You are hopeless against me in your own field. You can't fight off my power over water. This will be the most fun I've had in many, many years." Oceanus cackles.

They bring him to a large cave. Oceanus holds one arm, while Kronos holds the other. Annabeth leads them. Percy's head is hung and he is trying not to look around them.

I gasp, can Percy see what Tartarus really looks like?

Percy's eyes are trying not to look at Annabeth as well. That stops when she lifts his chin up to make him face her. He just looks at her like a broken chew toy.

"Welcome to your new home!" Annabeth exclaims cheerily and lets Percy's head drop back down. Oceanus and Kronos drag him inside.

Once inside, they throw him in a cell and he just stays in the position he lands in, slammed and slumped against the wall, eyes downcast. He's trying to process what is happening and why.

Oceanus comes in and uses Celestial Bronze chains to shackle Percy to the wall. Percy lets him too.

~A few Earth months later(A lot of Tartarus years later).

The cuts on his naked and bare body are so deep, I wonder at how he is even alive. You can see right down to the bone on a few. Until Oceanus throws ocean and Styx water on Percy and makes him heal painfully. You can hear his agonized screams as the wounds sear closed.

Then Annabeth comes in and Percy just looks even more broken than he did the first day.

How can this be? Men can't feel this way, but Percy is the exception.

Annabeth starts torturing him all over again. Healing, torture, healing, torture. Percy's body starts shaking and he asks one, simple question. "Why?"

"Why what, silly?" Annabeth beams at him and it makes me sick.

"Why me? Why betray me? Why not kill me already? I want to die." He says. He sounds like he's begging.

"Because you are always a part of every prophecy. You're a great hero and will save the gods no matter what it takes. I betray you so I can rule the world, sweetie. As for why you aren't dead..." She trails off, lost in thought.

"We enjoy our entertainment and wish to use you as a lethal weapon against the forces of Olympus. I make you the same offer after all these long, loving years together. Will you join our cause, Perseus Jackson? Will you fight for us and be our champion?" Kronos asks Percy.

"I will never betray the gods. Do what you will. I won't side with you, no matter how long I am down here." Percy spits at Kronos, but he is struggling to even breathe, let alone speak. It's an effort for him and the cost, coughing up tons of blood. Oceanus smiles at him and raises his hand.

"Remember the muskeg? Aren't you afraid of drowning and suffocating after that little incident with our mother? I'll drown you again and again until you become my champion in battle." Oceanus closes his hand into a fist and Percy's lips turn blue after a few minutes. Oceanus lets go of his control and it takes ten minutes for Percy to even get back to the state of breathing he was in before.

~Even later~

Percy looks so much worse. His tormentors are nowhere to be found and Percy hangs there, limp.

Then Athena flashes in and gasps at the sight of him. "Come for more of your precious entertainment?" Percy coughs out.

"No, Perseus, I came to rescue you." Athena comes up to him.

"That's a lie. Just kill me when you have your 'fun', as your your daughter loves to call it." He spits at her.

Athena breaks his bonds and catches his naked body. He tries to get away, but he is too weak.

"Get away from me. Leave me. Leave me to rot. I won't fall for these rescue attempts any longer. Leave me be. I deserve it anyway." Percy mutters the last part.

Athena hefts him up. "No. I am saving you. Please forgive me, for my daughter's actions and my neglect and failure to notice what she truly is."

He coughs, but means it as a bitter laugh. "You want my forgiveness? Fine. I'm still overly loyal. You were right. It did come back to haunt me and by your own offspring too. You must be proud, just like she is." Percy says weakly.

Athena starts crying and flashes to her palace with a still naked Percy Jackson. She lays him on a couch and tries to heal him, but he grabs her wrist, Strong, for someone so weak. Fire burns in his eyes. "Let Thanatos claim my soul. End my misery. Don't make me suffer anymore. Please." He rasps out.

Athena's crying turns into sobbing. "I'm healing you, Perseus. No arguments!" She says sternly.

"Dammit! Let me die, woman. No one misses me anyway!" He winces at his hoarse and throbbing throat.

Athena doesn't even scold him for swearing and heals him. She snaps her fingers and clothes appear on his body.

"Why save my miserable life? You hate me. You were always spiteful, even when I was nice to you. Why change now?" Percy asks, eyeing Athena warily.

"Because I've failed in being a mother. I failed my child. I failed at realizing how pure you are. I'm trying to make amends. I'm so sorry Perseus." Athena keeps sobbing.

"Then you should have let me die. That was my final request and you denied me my relief from this stupid, used up life. No one cares about me!" He shouts.

"Why do you say that?" Athena asks.

He scoffs. "Everyone hates me at camp. They smile at me, then they sneer at my back. Because my little half-brother told them lies. I am no fool, Athena. I just act like one to relieve pressure. Even after I had won two wars, I remained loyal to everyone who betrayed me. To my friends, to my family, and even to you cursed immortal gods and your selfishness. I'm used up, Athena. I have no purpose in life. The ring is in the park, where I dropped it on the ground. You can have it back. Just don't expect me to get it." Percy says, hoarsely.

"Percy, what about your mother? Your step-dad? Your father?" Athena asks.

"Annabeth murdered Sally Jackson and Paul Blofis the second Earth day I was in Tartarus. They are gone. Whether it's Elysium or Asphodel...I haven't the slightest clue. Poseidon? Does he really care? Disowns me because I supposedly didn't save my little half-brother from a hellhound. On the contrary, I did. I killed it. He took credit. Friends and family drifted over to his side. Thalia hates me for reasons I am unsure of and unaware of why. I've been gone too long. No one cared enough to look. Why should I have the will to live, when there is nothing to live for Athena? My fatal flaw is personal loyalty. And it's shattered. I will never trust or love again if I am to live. It broke me Athena. I will never be whole. No matter what. Nothing can save me from this looming darkness that consumes me. If it means anything to you, thank you for saving me, Lady Athena, goddess of wisdom." Percy says in a low, harsh, cold monotone.

"You're...welcome. You will stay here for the time being." Athena orders.

"No need. I will be fine on my own strength. It will suffice." Percy tries to get up, but Athena glares at him and pushes him back down.

"You. Are. Staying. Here. Young. Man." Athena starts glowing.

"Go ahead. Explode in light and kill me! I am not afraid of you." Percy looks at her straight on, daring her to burn him to ashes. He looks right at her face.

Athena's face softens. "Percy, I want you to tell me about all the betrayals and lies, so that I may clear your name." She states gently.

Percy lets out an exasperated sigh and looks at the ceiling. "Very well." he consents and unleashes the onslaught of a volley of information at Athena, who listens intently.

A/N: I'm doing two chapters tonight to give you the throne room scene in its entirety. Thanks to whoever read this and to whoever is interested enough to click the next button! Love you dearly!

Oh, just in case it didn't count earlier: I do not own Pjo/HoO. Sir, Rick Riordan has the absolute right to them!

I'd like to dedicate this to a couple writers I recently have come to adore with their amazing skills. I hope mine would make them proud if they were ever to read this. blackjackxx and Anaklusmos14. You guys are amazing. I have not yet found out how to use the dedicating button. Still learning gosh darn it! Lawl. Next Chappie, my dear lovely readers!
Edited on July 28th-2015