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This was his day, Percy’s day. He’d been waiting for this for nearly a century at this point. When he’d accepted immortality all those years ago, he hadn’t expected the long wait that always came with it. Nothing happened suddenly, because all the gods had was time. And he, well he had time as well. He’d fought monsters with his friends, he’d defeated titans and the earth itself, and he was immortal.
And still it took nearly a hundred years for him to be crowned prince. It was of course, a great honor to be accepted into Atlantis in such a way, an honor that not many mortal-born even got, but still, he would’ve liked it earlier.
His father laughed at his impatience and Percy supposed he was still awfully young in his eyes. Hell, he’d barely outlived his mortal friends at this point. He could still trace their children rather directly, still had memories of his time as a human. Despite all this, Percy was now to be crowned second prince of Atlantis, and with it, would assume more of an active role in the kingdom.
As is, he was more a god in name than anything else, hell he hadn’t even gotten his domaines assigned yet. He couldn’t wait for it. He reveled in the power he had, had only hidden it when he’d seen how frightened his mortal friends were. His decision to accept immortality had been received with mixed responses and he knew some of his friends had side-eyed him, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. It hadn't, for the record. Not whilst they’d still been alive.
Now that the last funeral was years in the past though, well, that was another matter entirely. He’d let go of the last bit of humanity with Pipers last breath and as such, he’d become far more powerful than even his father had estimated. He’d exceeded all expectations as he always did, and he’d come to befriend Triton, who had approved of his less human nature whole-heartedly. The sea was not kind or nice or merciful and as a god of it, he had no need for such traits either.
He liked the way he could make mortals fear him, mortals that deserved it. He was not entirely bad. He did not punish the underserving, it was more that he bend the rules of who was deserving slightly. Oh how he hated the pollution that marred these seas, that made his siblings suffer from the poison that leaked into the floods. He knew some humans were trying, and those that were, he let pass without problem. But those that went to hunt the near extinct, or to dumb more trash into the waves. WEll, let’s just say, the sea got a whole lot more dangerous the last few years.
Sometimes, when he went back to visit camp, he could feel the disapproving eyes of Chiron on his bag, and he wanted to laugh. The teacher had never learned what it meant to be so powerful.
Though, that is not to say that Percy was mad with it, or anything like that, every once in a while, he returned to his easy going form, joking with children and older campers, helping those in need. He made sure all the children of his friends got good lives, lived them to the fullest.
But today, all of that didn’t matter. Today was the day of his coronation and with his coronation, he would become truly one of his siblings.
The glittery, heavy material of his ceremonial garment touched the floor behind his back but it did not get dirty. Sea glass hung from his ears and neck, round on the edges but oh so beautiful, made harmless by the currents that formed his home.
He’d learned, learned how to walk with grace and his shoulders held high, how to walk with the power he was owed, and he did just that, as he walked down the corridor that led to the throne room. Many had gathered to celebrate his Coronation, and he nodded towards them gifting them one of his signature smiles. He was still fairly popular, his stints in his youth not yet forgotten.
In front of him, stood his father, proud and wise and far older than him, a crown in his hand. To his right stood Amphitrite, to his left Triton, to the sides his many other siblings, all watching him kneel before his king, his father, as he was crowned, accepted as one of them.
His eyes flashed a dangerous green as the crown found its rightful place on his head. This was what success felt like. He’d found a new home alongside the gods and suddenly he knew his domaines, just like that. That of rightful revenge, the justice of natures waters. He was the punisher of the oceans, fitting with his name of “the destroyer“, he would destroy those that tried to tame the sea with no regard to others, those that deserved to drown in the floods.
Something broke inside of him, then, or maybe it had been broken long before. Perseus no longer saw himself as a mortal or even mortal-adjacent. He was a god in his own right and he would be treated like one. A storm was brewing in the west, Kym let it rise.
His siblings watched him ascent once more, appearance changed to a more mature man, dark hair still tousled, though his appearance was far less light-hearted than it once was.
His father was called the father of monsters, and he had a right to that moniker. It’s just that Perseus had never been the exception, he just took time to proof it true. Idly, he wondered what his twelve year old save would think, if he saw him now. If he would be disappointed. (He knew that he would've been proud)
Maybe the something had broken the first time his then-stepfather had thrown a bottle after him, the first time he concealed a bruise after too-long sleeves or the first time he swung riptide. It didn't matter anymore.
Poseidon watched with proud eyes as yet another son joined his ranks, rightful revenge indeed.
(Mortals often claimed that they had come to understand the sea, they would find that they had not, and that the sea only tamed oneself, not the other way around)