Percy Jackson: The Cursed Hunter

A/N: Y'all have to understand that the gods are really fucking disgusting, twitsted entities. They take what they want, when they want it. It's been in mythology for literally thousands of years now. Thus, I won't be writing this fic in a way which pictures the god's through rose-tinted glasses. The majority of them are rapists, sexists, pedophiles, and have committed sodomy. It's the truth. If you can't deal with mentions of it, don't read this fic. I obviously won't describe such behaviors, but I will still inject these aspects into the gods' characters.

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Summer Solstice, Three Months After Their Cohabitation Started:

I did nothing but stare at her throne, waiting for her to appear.

I currently... was in a state of dilemma.

Sure, I could have a good time elsewhere, but with her, we could go wild and there would be no consequences.

And, as far as I knew, she liked it too.

So, why hadn't she visited me in the past three months?

Even when she had been seducing (I would never call what she did dating) mortals, she would still come to me every week or so.

In her own words, they had been "too boring."

She mostly only ever got with them in the first place because she viewed them as trophies that she had to conquer.

Yet, she was different now.

To my knowledge, she had been spending the majority of the past three months secluded in her domain, rarely going out.

I didn't need her, no.

But goddamn.

Mortal women were just not doing it for me anymore.

Thus, I would confront her after the gathering, and well, if she rejected my advances, then I'd just go take a nymph or a minor god or something.

I mean, I would've taken her forcefully if I could.

But even within the Twelve Olympians, there were power rankings.

Looking at her as she appeared atop her throne, I couldn't help but think that she looked the happiest that she had looked in a long time.

My machines that had been scattered across the globe knew for a fact that she had barely flashed in the past three months, and none of the times had she appeared alongside Ares.

It wasn't like I was possessive of her or anything, but I was just happy that she was moving on from that bitch.

...Okay, so maybe some of my personal feelings were getting in here, but still.

Who wouldn't be happy to see that their wife has stopped messing around with their brother?

Well, it wasn't my place anymore to even think these things with how we were now.

Heck, you couldn't even call us acquaintances anymore.

Yes, we had tried to make it work for a good century, before we both just mutually agreed to part ways and "cheat" on each other.

There had been no attraction in our relationship at all, and we had never even done the deed.

We were just that incompatible.

'She seems happy though... that's nice.'

That was the last thought I had of my "wife" before my mind moved on to other things.

I had mistaken her for one of us maiden goddesses at first.

When she had walked into the hall in her thirteen year old form, I had originally thought that a minor god had gotten turned around and was lost.

It wasn't until I sensed that repulsive aura of hers that I had realized my mistake.

I still wasn't sure though, until I sneered at her, and she sneered back.

Afterwards, I had just ignored her for the better part of the gathering.

Yet, I couldn't help but think about her.

Although this might be too much information, as the goddess of maidenhood, I could obviously tell who was a maiden, and I was also able to keep track of when females (because I ain't gonna say "women" and get cancelled) lost their maidenhood.

Of course, this applied to goddesses too.

And she had held her virginity intact for three months now, setting a new record for herself.

Sure, I knew that she often restored her maidenhood whenever she was seducing mortals, and she had restored and broken her maidenhood several hundred times within a night whenever she was "playing" with Ares.

Moreover, because she was a god, my attention was forcibly pulled to her maidenhood record every single time she broke it.

Honestly, watching her lose her virginity over and over again over these past hundreds of Millenia was probably a main factor in why I hated her guts.

But viola, here was an Aphrodite who had seeming not touched a... certain male body part in three months.

Honestly though, I was just waiting for her to break it, I knew she would within the year, it was in her nature after all.

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I had droned out Zeus' voice long ago, opting once again, to think about the Goddess I hated the most in this room.

'Why was she in a 13 year old form?'

The terrifying thought that she was becoming a... what do they call it? A shotacon? Yes, that's what I was thinking.

But, then again, she would have forced herself on that poor kid long ago, like all the other pretty boys (literally) she had taken in her past.

So, what was she doing?

I kept wracking my brain over it, again and again, yet I couldn't come up with an answer.

Until I came upon a disturbing hypothesis.

'Please tell me it isn't Shalom.'

But I immediately banished that thought almost right after it had appeared within my mind.

Sure, he had been ripe for the picking after we had left him alone in the forest.

It was the fact though, that days later, he had sacrificed food to me, before asking me to forgive him before cursing me out, causing him to lose my blessing.

I had obviously allowed him to. We had messed him up enough due to our carelessness and our actions. As a part of his family, all I wanted was for him to rejoin the mortal world, to live a happy life until the end of his days.

'Ah, that reminds me. I should probably keep tabs on him from now on. I owe him at least that much, right?'

It was a crazy thought, me, Artemis, owing a male. Yet it was a fact that he had been the one to brighten up camp, causing everyone, not a single person excluded, to smile the most the had had in the past few centuries combined.

Thus, for everything that he had done for us, we would watch over him.

Of course, if he ever hurt a woman...

Well, he was the result of our actions, so we would obviously have to take care of it.

We were his family after all.

You might be wondering.

Why was I willingly living with Aphrodite and training my cursed energy when I could just assimilate into regular society and live the rest of my life happily getting rich with my future knowledge of the world?

Well, there was a thing called the fucking butterfly effect.

Yes yes, I knew that it was a cliche thing to say.

But hey, it was a real phenomenon.

Like, it'd be really crazy if Percy Jackson actually somehow died before the main storyline because I shifted molecules in the air with my presence in this world, right? (A/N: He doesn't know yet as of this point in the timeline.)

Shuddering as I felt that I had jinxed myself, I turned back to the hellhounds in front of me.

Earlier, before she had left to attend the Summer Solstice Gathering, I had asked her to flash a high level monster to the training room that I had recreated from my old memories.

Therein, she had brought Medusa in, and she had attacked me...

...only to find out that I was immune to all her attacks.

'So named monsters are counted as immortals...'

But what about low level monsters?

Herein, I had asked Aphrodite to flash a couple of hellhounds to the training hall, and now here I was, bleeding from multiple places in my body.

I had obviously intentionally let them get to me, or else another scene like that time would have appeared.

Back then, I hadn't let a single one of those mob-like monsters touch me, but now, I was sure that they could hurt me.

'I guess they just aren't immortal enough, whatever the fuck that even means.'

It was only a matter of waiting now, as I sat down in a meditative position and started channeling cursed energy from inside me.

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"You do know demigods and mortals have different constitutions, right?"

We were currently walking side by side out of the training hall, as I had to once again, re-evaluate the gods' powers in my mind.

Honestly, the whole series being written from the point of view of demigods had actually really fucked up my perception of the gods, as the powers they had and could use on mortals were drastically reduced when it came to demigods.

And so, here I was, learning for the first time that all the gods could basically heal any mortal injury, as long as it wasn't a fatal injury, immediately.

But, even if it was a fatal injury, if they just flashed the mortal to Apollo before the mortal died, then he could just heal them right up.

It was broken, way too broken, what gods could do to mortals, not to mention the titans and giants.

Releasing sigh after sigh as we walked to the dining room, I looked up at Aphrodite and could tell that she knew that tonight's dinner wasn't going to be so pleasant for her.

Seeing this, I could only smirk, getting a punch to the shoulder in return, as I soon began to grill her about the god's powers that they could use on mortals after she snapped our dishes into existence.

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A/N: Uh, actual help needed?

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