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Children of Poseidon tend to be monsters.
Monsters since birth or monsters of their own making, in the eyes of others.
Pegasus, the immortal winged horse. Born of a Gorgon. child of the sea with wings upon his back and traverse the sky as if he owns it.
Arion, capable of human speech, with the speed of wind and freedom to run wherever he likes, who can and love to chew through metals, reducing even the best craftsman into piles of scraps.
Chrysaor, the golden swordsman who’s renowned for his cruelty as a pirate.
Antaeus, the wrestler giant who built a temple with the skulls and bones of people he killed.
Charybdis, the once giantess who now become a sea monster, forever guarding the entrance to Sea of Monsters.
Procrustes, a creature who offers his victim an excessive and cruel brand of hospitality.
Sciron, a tricker and liar who kills people he come across through his sea monster of a pet.
Polyphemus, elder Cyclops with a love of meat and not necessarily the animal ones.
That’s to name a few.
Some may argue that Phineas the seer can be called a monster, for he spills the secret of the gods willy-nilly, foil the divine plans, and makes a mess of strings of fates, could be called one.
Someone who hates Athens and a certain son of Poseidon may also argue that Theseus, in a fashion, can be called a monster, for he deserted a woman who had helped him; and asked for his own son to be slain over an accusation without investigating; or how he agrees to help a certain foolish mortal to kidnap the Queen of Underworld.
(more of a fool, the last one is)
Oh but
Oh darlings
They have nothing of this one.
Perseus Jackson.
Son of Poseidon, named after the Son of Zeus.
Oh, but he is more than a copy of his predecessor.
The name Perseus suits this one better. Like a pair of shoes that were made for him and him only.
Born in the distant future, he travels all the way to the past to complete a mission. To protect his family.
Even if it means destroying history “a little bit”.
See, see, his arrival itself had forced the wise Moirae to unravel a few strings. Destruction of destiny so the new one can be made. How terrifying, how lovely, that your name suits you effortlessly.
Ah but it was not enough.
Perseus Jackson.
Children of Poseidon can control water.
Perseus?
Oh he went beyond and above that
He can control anything liquid.
Yes, blood and ichor include.
Absolutely lovely terrifying.
Not only that!
Perseus Jackson
Thou art Siren.
Beautiful. Truly beautiful. A near-perfect replica of your father. Your only blemish is your mortality, the red that flows under your vein instead shimmering gold.
(“It can be changed.”)
Your eyes, Perseus, beautiful as the sea. Ever changing. Oh, but oh, what do they see?
The Truth.
Your eyes did not gaze upon the gods with fear. Your eyes didn’t scorn mortals as your lesser. Your eyes did not view women as mere objects. Oh no, no, no.
Perseus. You view mortals as equal. As if they can match your might. Encourage them to stand up against you.
Perseus, you view women as equal. As a living person with their own opinion. You value them as if they are precious. As if they are wise counsel.
You look at them in the eyes, never once it strays down. Never once you gaze upon them with a lust. You treat them with kindness and respect. As if you are knight and they are your charge.
Perseus
You view the gods as your equal.
Bravely, you gaze upon the gods, past the masks, and see them for who they are. Their fear, their insecurity, their courage. The monster they are, the blessing they are.
That’s what you see.
How strange
How lovely
Don’t you know that we gods want to take your eyes? To know how you view the world the way you are?
Perseus, you are something.
And your voice, oh your voice!
What use is your sword, when your mouth is more than enough?
Siren’s weapon is their voice, and yours is not an exception.
A frown. A sneer. A laugh. A smile.
Anything and everything.
You are honest with your emotions.
You draw people in. Making us wanting to see more. To hear more.
Siren entices sailors to come in, to drown and die.
Perseus, you may not kill sailors with that sweet mouth of yours.
Your lovely voice fell the gods themselves.
(“Hello, Uncle”)
“Perseus, do you know how much I wish to be acknowledged as part of this family? And here you come, with a sweet smile upon your lips and sunlight in your voice. You, who fear not me nor my realm, who see me as something worthy of respect. Of love.”
(“Hi Dad, how are you?”)
“Perseus, never once my children, much less my mortal offspring, call me with a close endearment. There is a wall between us. And yet, with you, there is no such wall.”
(“I promised, didn’t I?”)
Your promise
Oh Perseus
If your mere words are the song that lures gods in, that set their gazes upon you and never look away, your devotion is a poison.
A drug.
You keep your promise
You always, always keep your promise
(“I trust you” “I believe in you”)
“Even if we are disaster upon mankind?”
“Even the me that no one likes?”
“Even if I hurt you?”
“…would you truly believe in me? Me?”
Perseus, Perseus, Perseus, stop
Stop it
Any more and we cannot hold back—
(“We’re family, aren’t we?”)
“Are… are we?”
(“You’re important to me”)
Perseus
Is that how worthy we are in your eyes?
Are we that precious to you?
Oh
It was too late
Perseus Jackson, you Siren!
How dare you seduce us! How dare you succeed?!
And the best worst of it all,
Your devotion, your faith, your loyalty
It’s all sincere
Coming from the deep your heart without a hint of deception
“You… you truly believe in us”
“You mean it. Every single word. You meant it. All of it.”
You already snare us, Perseus
You drown us with your devotion
You have us gods eating at the palm of your hands
(“Don’t worry, I have your back”)
You do, don’t you
Perseus, when you know the Death is missing, you take it upon yourself to free him.
"Mortals fear me. They fear what I represent, and if they have a choice, they'll let me stay chained. But you... you come for me."
Perseus, you look at the singing healer and bare your heart without fear.
"Perseus. Lovely. If you ever fell ill, if you ever need guidance... invoke my name."
Perseus, you gaze upon the Revenge, the Luck, the Dream, the Sleep, the Magic, the Rainbow, the Youth, the Strife, the Winds, and many others, and yet never once do you view them as lesser.
"I like your eyes"
"Perseus, you are either bold or stupid... I like it"
"You... you value us."
"We are not lesser... and you understand it"
"Perseus, if you have to choose between me and the Council, whom do you choose? depends on the situation? Of the cause of conflict? You will listen to my side? I see... so that's how it is... Thank you."
Perseus, you boldly claim your relations to the storm maker, to the sea prince, to the island of the sun, and yet never once do you ask for boons. Merely acknowledging your relations.
You treat them as a brother to siblings, nothing more, nothing less.
"None of our siblings ever say such a thing... how bold."
(“You can just vent? It won’t solve your problem, but at least it can take off the weight a little? I’ll listen. I don’t have any other options, but I’ll listen.”)
Perseus, you claim to be at feud with the Queen of Heaven, with the War, with the Wisdom, with the Madness.
Yet you let your ears to the Queen.
"Thank you, for listening to me"
Yet you are almost a devout priest to the war.
"Your eyes is wild, kid. Never change."
Yet you keep the Wisdom your counsel, and in turn, be her counsel.
"You are stupid and impulsive. But you are not hopeless."
Yet you never deny the Madness your help, if he asked for it.
"Does grudge means anything to you? No? How weird."
Perseus, you care not for blemish upon one’s appearance.
"I know I am unsightly... but thank you, for not focusing in my flaw."
You found beauty in even the cruelty.
"Perseus, Perseus, Perseus, child of my heart. You are Perfect, Perseus. The most lovely, perfect Siren."
Gods don’t get kindness from mortal
Mortal worship gods, but fear them as well
You, Perseus Jackson, you gaze upon the gods with kindness in your eyes, treating us as precious. As your equal. Deserving kindness and good things.
You always complain when we visit you, bearing our problems, but never once you meant it when you told us to go away. Never once have you turned us away when we ask for help. For a smile. For a little kindness.
You take us by hands, and teach us how to be kind
(“One step at a time”)
Perseus, your devotion snares us, and your kindness is a poison to keep us pliant to your whims.
But it’s all right.
Because it's you.
You, who claim to come upon this era for your family.
Since you claim us as your family, that means you traverse the time for us, don’t you?
You break the fate, you anger the Moirai. For what? For us.
You promised us that you will go to the great length, even to the abyss itself
(“You’ve gone to Tartarus? That Tartarus?”
“I cannot let Annabeth fall alone. And I can’t let others fall in my stead.”
“…if I were trapped there, would you come down and save me?”
“I think… yes? I don’t like it, and I will be very mad, but… yeah. I will.”)
Perseus
Perseus
Perseus
Just how far your devotion lies?
Perseus, if to help us you must offer your flesh, would you cut yourself?
Perseus, if I ask for your blood, would you let me drink from your wound?
Perseus, stay in Atlantis with us
Perseus, you must come to Olympus, I’ll let you sit on me
Perseus, come and visit the Underworld
Perseus, you once tell us you reject your mortality for your friends. You turned down the golden ichor and eternal life so us, the forgotten, may regain our much-deserved glory.
You do it for us
For the forgotten, insignificant us
Oh Perseus
Perseus, Perseus, Perseus, Perseus, Perseus, Perseus, Perseus
You will not go back
You are not allowed to go back
Why? Because the future did not deserve you
Our future is foolish and blind, to cast their gaze away from you
They do not value you for what you are, for who you are
You said it yourself
They fear you
They will reject you for being yourself
They will put you in a cage, put on a collar and a muzzle on you, stomp the fire inside you
Fool! What utter fools!
Perseus, you are not beast to be caged
You are a monster, yes
a lovely monster
Our lovely, precious Siren
Our Beloved
But we are different
We will drape the finest silk and most precious jewels upon you.
We will feed you ambrosia and nectar, and all kind of foods you desires
We will worship you, Perseus
We will lay on your feet
We will allow you to play with our blood, turn us into puppet for your amusement
You deserve to be worshipped, to be revered, to put upon a golden pedestal
Ask us anything, and we will give it
As long as you stay with us
Let us take care of you, like how you take care of us
Why?
Because we love you
We love you
We love you
Perseus Jackson
Your mission will never end
Perseus, Forgive Us
We have to make you forget
Forget why you were here
(“you destroy the trace, don’t you?”
“Of course”)
We have to detain your journey
(“Hello, Perseus, fancy a walk with me?”)
You will never go back to the future that cast you away
Never
You will stay here
With us
Till end of the time
We love you, Perseus Jackson
Perseus
You are ours
Therefore
Please
Stay
Stay here
With us
Forever and ever
We love you, Perseus Jackson
We love you
We love you so much