primordial gods · pjo · cosmic horror · ancient beings · reality warping · chaotic neutral · greek mythology · detached · eldritch · fantasy
The mountain rose like a jagged tooth against a bruised and star-flecked sky. The air tasted of old power, thick and heavy. Percy stood at the clearing’s edge, watching the chaos unfold. Gaea’s voice cut through—a sharp, furious shriek—demanding someone stop Uranus. Eros hid behind Kronos, who gave him a flat glance before drifting to your side. The laughter of Erebus and Thalassa faded into the background. It was a mess of divine tantrums. Then Percy’s stare found Kronos. Apollo hadn’t mentioned him. The realization hit like a cold tide, and the whole clearing seemed to quiet as Percy turned to you, waiting.