Fanfiction Collection + EPub Links - Chapter 105

Plot: A horrid act has left the Mother of Rome without options. She seeks solitude to deal with her growing problem. She finds an ally in the most unexpected source. Now the fate of Gods rest on her son’s shoulders. But will they accept help from a child of both Greece and Rome? Begins in ancient times but finishes in present. AU Percy a God. How will history differ?

Pairing: Percy J., Zoë N.

Prologue: Birth of a Savior

3rd Person POV:

Deep in the woods of the Roman empire, a large wolf sprinted further and further into the wilderness trying to find a cave or clearing where she could deal with the golden glow emitting from her stomach. Eventually the pain became too intense and she settled herself beside a tall tree. The wolf began to glow with a blinding light until in the place of the wolf stood a beautiful woman with noticeably large canine teeth whenever her mouth opened. With no experience of her own she did not know what she should be doing and prayed for a miracle to save her from the misery of her first childbirth. While she had raised many children of Rome such as Romulus and Remus she has never dealt with childbirth, especially not the birth of a godling. As she waited a wall of darkness appeared and out stepped a man around 6 ft 6 with pitch black eyes that seemed to radiate intense power. As the man approached her, her vision became blurry and she could feel herself losing consciousness. Before the darkness overtook her, the man knelt beside her and said, “Relax mother of Rome, I am her to help ease you of the burden inflicted on you”.

When the wolf goddess awoke she found herself in a pure white room with no memory of how she got there. She began to worry what had become of her child and the man who showed up claiming to be there to help her. As if hearing her unasked question, the man stepped into the room through a door that she swore had not been there a moment ago. In his arms, wrapped in a blanket was a small young baby boy with jet black hair, red eyes and familiar large canines protruding just bȧrėly out of his small infant mouth. The man walked near the bed, snapped his fingers and produced a chair where he sat down with the infant still cradled in his arms.

“I know what has brought you here and this child into the world”, the man said. “I know what that bastard war god did to you and for that I am sorry.” The Goddess Lupa began to feel tears welling up in her eyes but quickly regained her composure like a true Roman and steeled her nerves enough to ask the question she thought she knew the answer to but had to be sure.

“Who are you?” She asked with conviction in her voice but also apprehension as she knew if this is who she thought it was this man could wipe out an entire galaxy with a snap of his fingers.

“Why I believe your know the answer to that Lupa, I am Chaos the creator, the first primordial. As for your next question, I am here to help you and your son but first I must ask you, what it is you want to do with your child?” Chaos asked in a kind tone but laced with curiosity about her thoughts on the child.

“I do not blame the child for what happened to me, despite him being the son of that bastard war god; he is still my child, my only child, my own flesh and blood. I would raise the child but I do not think it is possible. If Jupiter or the other Olympians found out about him they would most likely try to kill him before he could be a threat. The child will not be able to find a place in this world. He will be an outcast, he will not be accepted in Rome as he is half Greek, and the Greeks will not accept a child of Rome into their world either.” Lupa stated with worry in her eyes. “The bastard did not even have the decency to ȧssault me in his Roman form, he chose to **** me as Ares as if to add insult to the injury he inflicted on me.”

“No. I have avoided him and the other Gods and Goddesses the last few months to ensure they did not notice a change in my aura that could tip him off to the pregnancy.” Lupa replied.

Chaos was silent for several minutes as he seemed to be thinking over the best route to take concerning the child. “If you wish it, I will raise the child here, in the void, as if he were my own.” He said as he looked at Lupa to see her reaction.

“So I will never see my child again?” Lupa asked with worry in her voice.

“That is up to you my dear Goddess. I can give you a way to contact me which will allow you to visit him here or I can use my powers to hide him from other gods and allow him to come to earth the visit you for short periods to time when he is older. I do not wish to take your child from you but as you know he is a God. A very powerful one at that as he is the first child of the mother of Rome and the first child of the Greek Olympian God of War. I will teach him about his powers and abilities as I raise him but he will also gain more powers and abilities from my blessing. I would also like to adopt him as my son and make him a true son of the creator. I will not hide his origins from him either. When he is old enough I will explain to him the facts surrounding his creation that led him to my care.” Chaos replied.

“I must tell you that eventually he will return to earth as I have foreseen a day far in the future when the survival of the Gods will depend on him. That day is still far into the future but when it comes he will be the only hope for the survival of Olympus.” Chaos said looking deep into Lupa’s golden eyes for her reaction to his proposal.

“I see no other option for my son’s survival. I will be forever in your debt Lord Chaos.” The wolf goddess replied sadly as she looked at her son.

“You owe me nothing, I am more than happy to help a true hearted goddess like yourself. I will make sure no one learns that you are no longer a maiden so as to be sure you are not cast out of your home.” Chaos kindly responded.

“Now what would you like to name your son?” Chaos asked.

“Perseus.” Lupa replied looking deep into her son’s eyes, which she could not help but notice were so much like her rapists; which brought anger and fury into her heart but despite the reminder of the child’s father, she looked at her son with a combination of love and sadness. Love for her only child and sadness for the fact she cannot raise him herself. “He will need luck on his side just like the Greek hero Perseus had, for his return to earth.”

Chaos handed the baby to Lupa who smiled a fanged smile at the baby boy in her arms.

“I thought it would be better if the child had no physical reminder of the war god.” Chaos stated as he looked at the happy face of the wolf goddess as she looked at her son.

“Thank your Lord Chaos. Thank you for everything you have done for us.” Lupa said.

“It was my pŀėȧsurė as I now have a new son of my own as well.” Chaos replied with a smile.