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Lester (Apollo got turned into a mortal and was given the horrible name Lester Papadopoulos, he was turned back into a god at the end of the TOA series, but PJO fans will forever refer to him as Lester) was visiting Camp Half Blood.
"Percy, I'm really hoping you forgot about the promise you had us take (Percy saved the world and as a gift from the gods, he had them promise they would claim all their children before they turn 13)," he nervously said.
Percy's eyes were daggers, piercing straight through Lester, ichor bleeding out. It took all his self control to not strangle the god immediately.
"We had no choice! It's not like you're sending satyrs to Asia!"
Percy glowered, his eyes burning with rage. He imagined the fear, pain, the losses were similar to what Annabeth, Luke, Thalia, and so many others had to go through.
"Don't worry! It's not as bad as you think.[Their phones are a huge part of the story since that is how they access their Sekais, a world made from their feelings. This isn't really Sekai lore, but Vocaloid is a huge part of it so I feel like I should explain that. I assume most people know, but just in case. Vocaloid is a vocal synthesizer program with characters that go with each voicebank. Hatsune Miku is the most popular one. In every Sekai, Hatsune Miku appears. Her job is to help the creator of the Sekai discover their true feelings. In this fanfic, they are able to use their phones because Miku protects them.]"
Percy ignored the god's comment. (Lester's time as Lester probably taught him to fear Percy because Percy is way too op)
Percy demanded, "send satyrs and bring them here as soon as possible," and his eyes watered as he remembered all the losses.