95AN: So I was working on my next update for my Percy Jackson/ DC story, Oncoming Storm. But then I got stuck, and instead of writing a lacklustre fight scene between a Lord of Order, Lord of Chaos and Percy, I instead decided to dust off an old story idea and go off on a tangent, and, two hours later here we are, my first attempt at a Percy Jackson/ Highschool DxD story.
Let's hope it's not terrible! Which, after reading through a number of other DxD crossover stories, including one I wrote myself, I suspect may indeed be the case. Still, I'm optimistic, and think, with both of the source materials revolving around mythology that a crossover could work out quite nicely.
Either way, here is an example of how to procrastinate when you're supposed to be updating one of your other stories, I hope you all enjoy it.
Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson or Highschool DxD.
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Chapter 1
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(In a random pub in London)
Letting out a slight sigh of contentment, Percy Jackson leant back in his seat. His arms stretching out on either side of him as he let out a loud yawn, and nestled back into his overstuffed armchair. The crackling fire in front of him warming his feet, and causing an almost drowsy sensation to descend upon him as he idly waited for his guest to arrive.
Already he had been sitting here, in the snug of some random British pub, for well over an hour now. Not that the waiting bothered him too unduly.
No, he had used the time well. Not only had he managed to polish off a splendid steak and kidney pie, but he had also managed to put away two rather pleasant pints of stout too. This, in Percy's humble opinion, was not that bad a way to while away an afternoon.
Good food, good beer, no monster, and no death defying activities. What more could he want to do on a Sunday afternoon.
That said, a belly full of good food and strong alcohol, when coupled with his comfortable chair and the warmth of the fire, had understandably started to make him feel a little sleepy.
Smiling at that thought, Percy finished his stretching and looked over to the bar, catching the eye of the landlord, Tom. A seemingly, lovely old man with a mop of scraggly white hair, a toothy smile and a perpetually friendly demeanour.
"Hey Tom, any chance of getting a coffee? Maybe with a nip of whiskey in there, you know, just to give it that extra little kick?" Percy called out, shifting slightly in his seat as he turned to look at the bored looking bartender, a smile spreading easily across his face as he did so.
"Aye, not a problem, not a problem at all sir!" Tom replied with a cheerful bob of his head as he turned around and began to get about making Percy his drink.
Percy smiled at this. No doubt the barkeep was just thankful to have something to do, after all the pub was not particularly busy at the moment. In fact, including Percy, there were probably only five or six patrons in the whole place.
"I told you Tom, call me Percy," Percy called back, rolling his eyes slightly at the overly formal way Tom addressed him. He'd only met the guy an hour or so ago, and although very pleasant, the guy was also a bit too polite. He was never one for formality, especially not when it came to a guy that was old enough to be his grandad, calling him 'sir'.
That said unfortunately, people talking to him in such a way, and acting so deferentially to him had become all too common, for Percy, over the last few years. Ever since he, and the other members of the 'Seven', had defeated Gaia people in the divine world had been treating him like some kind of legend.
It was tiring. Already he knew the other members of the Seven, apart from Jason and Leo, were getting sick of it, especially since most of them stuck around the Camps, or New Rome.
Save of course for Frank and Hazel, both of whom had gone to live together in Canada, as man and wife, some five years ago now. And Leo too, who worked and lived in Italy with his long-time girlfriend nowadays, With the hyper Son of Hephaestus running his father's forge inside Mount Vesuvius, whilst his girlfriend tended to their vineyard on the slopes of the 'dormant' volcano and made wine.
That said, he probably had it the worst of all his fellow Heroes of Olympus, after all he had been directly involved in the defeat of Kronos and his Titan army a year previous to the battle with Gaia.
On top of which, unlike his fellow Demigods, he had continued to go on quests, and work for Olympus and the gods as their enforcer for a time. Hunting down rogue Monsters and Demigods, and dealing with incursions by other Pantheons into the Olympian's domain, a bloody, but rewarding job.
In contrast Jason and Piper were happily living in New Rome, and acted as guardians and trainers at Camp Jupiter, mentoring the next generations of Demigods and preparing them for what awaited them in the real world.
Annabeth meanwhile was working as an Architect in Los Angeles for the rich and famous, and currently engaged to a movie star, and an annoyingly nice one too. Her and Percy's relationship having broken down, amicably enough, a year or so after the fall of Gaia, for no other reason than the fact that they just wanted different things out of life.
He wanted to remain a part of the divine World, and keep going on adventures and meeting and seeing new things. She meanwhile wanted to go to college, have a career in Architecture, and then settle down and have a family. She also wanted to cut off ties to the madness that is the supernatural world entirely, and had to enable that she had even asked for her 'Demigod scent' to be removed by Hecate, as a reward for defeating Gaia.
It was a shame really considering all they had been through together, but then again in life these things happen, and sometimes people grow up and realise they want different things out of life.
Letting out a slight sigh as his mind wandered, Percy soon found himself being brought back to the present when a large cup of steaming coffee was place on the table beside him. A smile spreading across his face as he thanked the aged barkeep. "Thanks Tom."
"Not at all, sir." Tom replied with a smile and a bob of his head, completely ignoring Percy's previous request. "Just doing my job, besides I'm just glad to have something to do. The place has been oddly quiet today."
"Well it is a Sunday afternoon, I suppose." Percy shrugged good-naturedly, sending Tom a crooked smile as he had a sip of coffee.
"Aye, that's true." Tom nodded, "Though you made it out at least."
"Better than just waiting around in a hotel room, besides I've arranged to meet someone here." Percy smiled.
"Ah I was wondering why an American tourist had just dropped by. See this place is a bit off the beaten track, and not exactly in the more touristy areas of the city. So, if you don't mind me asking sir, is it business then that brought you here, or pleasure?" Tom asked a slight smile playing around his mouth now. A cheeky glint appearing in his eyes.
"Business I'm afraid." Percy replied with a shrug, "I'm supposed to be meeting a… colleague, though unfortunately promptness is obviously not one of his virtues..."
"See that's just bad manners that is. When one agrees to meet at a certain time, they should keep to it. That's just good manners, and common decency." Tom said, shaking his head in disapproval. The older man clearly not impressed with the tardiness of Percy's guest.
"That they should, but this chap is most likely a bit set in his ways, you know how it is." Percy replied, a smile on his face as he picked up his coffee and took another sip, delighting in the slight kick he got from the whiskey.
Opening his mouth to continue their conversation, Tom didn't even many to get another word out before the older man was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, as a strikingly odd looking newcomer stepped inside of his pub.
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(With Tom)
Turning away from the pleasant, and surprisingly quiet and soft spoken American, Tom instead turned to face the entrance, a crooked smile spreading across his face as he made to greet his newest patron. Only for his smile to freeze as he took in the appearance of the striking, and intimidating, man now entering his pub.
The man was imposingly big.
With him standing at nearly seven feet tall, with broad, powerfully built shoulders, and long, wild shoulder length black hair. Adding to this, the man's skin was also, so pale that he could almost pass as a vampire, if such a thing existed. A likeness that was made all the more distinct by the man's pointed ears, and the small round sunglasses he had covering his eyes.
Was this one of those goths, or emo types?
He didn't keep up with popular culture but much, but he thought those fads had died out years ago.
Or perhaps the man was one of those cosplayer types, and he was dropping into the pub to meet some of his fellow cosplayers.
Honestly tom didn't know. What he did know though was that there was something distinctly unnerving and intimidating about this man. He was too tall and his features too perfect and angular. Adding to that was the fact he was wearing sunglasses inside, what kind of self-respecting person did that?
Strangely at odds with his eccentric appearance, even for London. The man was currently wearing a plain, charcoal black, suit, with a simple white, cuff linked shirt, a thin, dark black tie and a pair of highly polished black shoes. It was like he was dressed for a funeral.
Again Tom didn't know what to think, except that this was a cosplayer.
Shifting his head slightly, the newcomer scanned the room for a moment, an inscrutable expression on the strangely intimidating man's face. Only for his mouth to set into a thin line as he looked past Tom, and at where Percy was sitting, after which he began to approach.
Looking between Percy and, what he assumed with Percy's guest. Tom couldn't help but note how normal looking Percy looked when compared to the other man.
With Percy being only around six foot tall, potentially a little taller, with broad shoulders, and noticeably muscled arms, like a Rugby player; only more lean than stocky. On top of which he was dressed a lot more casually than the newcomer, with him wearing a slight baggy grey T-shirt, black jeans, a pair of brown leather boots, and a tan coloured jacket, with an oddly metallic looking golden fur lining.
Adding to his appearance he had bright, sea green eyes, a short stubbly beard, and cropped black hair, that was somehow still messy, and which now he looked at him closer, seemed to have an odd streak of grey going through it. Though noticeably the streak didn't look to be dyed. But instead something more natural, perhaps a discolouration caused a birthmark under his hair or something.
All in all though, Percy just looked, for the most part; to be an average, twenty odd year old, well-to-do, run of the mill guy. Not a bad looking chap, but not someone who would stand out in a crowd that much. He was certainly not as striking and unusual as his guest.
"Ah, it looks like my guest has arrived. Thanks for the chat Tom, I appreciated the company. But would you mind giving us some privacy." Percy suddenly spoke up behind him, making Tom start slightly as he tore his gaze away from the newcomer and back to the younger man, noting as he did the apologetic look on the younger man's face.
That said, Tom also noted how Percy's lips noticeably curled upwards in poorly hidden amusement at Tom's reaction to his guest, even as he took another sip of his coffee, before with a roll of his eyes he put his cup down on the table, his green eyes flickering from Tom to his guest.
Seeing this, Tom nodded and put the drinks tray under his arm. Whoever this man was, Percy clearly wanted to talk to him in private, and honestly, considering the way the man looked, Tom was pretty glad to be getting out of his way.
"Well enjoy the coffee sir. Though if you and your… guest… need anything I will be at the bar." Tom replied with a bob of his head, inwardly quite thankful that he didn't have to interact with the other man. Not that Tom was prejudice, or judgmental, or anything like that.
No, he was as accepting of other people, and the different ways they dressed and identified themselves. But still, something about this man put him on edge.
It might have been the fact that he still hid his eyes behind sunglasses, despite being indoors. Or it could be his inhuman appearance, there had to be some cosmetic surgery involved there, no normal person had such angular, perfect features, or long pointed ears like that. That or it was just the presence of danger and authority the man emitted.
Whatever it was though, something about the man made him uncomfortable. It gave him chills just being in the presence of this man. Honestly, he didn't envy the friendly, younger lad. He hadn't even spoken to the newcomer yet, and already he wanted to be anywhere but in his presence.
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(With Percy)
Looking away from Tom as he shuffled off back to the bar, Percy instead looked over at his guest, his expression not changing as the other man approached him.
A barely hidden look of distaste and disgust on the taller, pale man's face as he looked around the small rustic pub and the handful of other patrons in it. Percy could see from just a glance, the contempt with which the man viewed common mortals.
Coming closer to where he was sat, Percy could see the newcomer look him up and down, the look of barely hidden distaste not fading for a moment as then proceeded to stiffly take the seat opposite him, taking off his sunglasses as he did so.
"Kokabiel, you're looking well. How are things?" Percy said airily, the moment his guest sat down, his sea green eyes meeting the other man's cruel, burning red eyes head-on.
Raising a hand as he did this, Percy then proceeded to click his fingers once, the sound echoing oddly in the quiet pub. Not that any of the mortal so much as looked in their direction. In fact few curious looks that had previously been being sent their way instead disappeared, the onlookers' losing interest unnaturally quickly.
Then again considering he had just manipulated the Mist, the veil of magic over earth that the Greco-Roman Pantheon used to hide the Divine from the mortals, Percy honestly wasn't surprised.
Nor did Kokabiel look too surprised either, the other Pantheons might take a more reactive approach to common, everyday mortals finding out about the Divine. Mainly by either killing them or wiping their memories. But they still knew about, and appreciated, the Mist, and had even learned how to manipulate it in their own ways, though more often than not their control of the foreign magic paled in comparison to a user from the Greco-Roman Pantheon, like Percy.
"I am not here for idle small talk, Jackson." Kokabiel replied, coldly. His pale, haughty expression not changing for a moment as he continued to give Percy a look of barely hidden distain.
Kokabiel, Percy noted, didn't think much of humans, and from Percy's experience and what he had heard, the Fallen angel thought even less of Demigods, 'the bastard children of 'heretic/ pagan' gods', like him.
"Well, where I'm from this is how we start conversations. You know, I say hello, then you respond with your own greeting, after which there are a few meaningless platitudes you knew like about; how you are, how you've been etc. Or are things like manners and propriety lost on Fallen Angels…?" Percy shot back in a friendly tone, his green eyes narrowing as he picked up his cup of coffee and took another sip.
Outwardly he made sure to show no concern at all about annoying the immensely powerful Fallen Angel that was now sat before him, the same being that could easily obliterate half of London if he was minded too. God, Devil, Angel, it didn't matter what someone was, if he could get away with giving an arrogant tool a few snide digs here and there, then he would gladly do it. Within reason of course, his nearly two decades of active experience in the Divine world had at least taught him some common sense.
In response to his words, Kokabiel's expression hardened and his posture noticeably stiffened, the aura of power emanating off of him suddenly taking turn for the dangerous. "As I said before, Jackson. I did not come here to exchange quips with you, I am here to do business. My time after all is valuable, and unlike you I have important things that require my attention."
Percy had to force back a smirk as he heard that, forcibly holding back a sharp retort about just what a Fallen Angel may or may not do with their spare time. After all Kokabiel was a ten winged Fallen Angel, a child of the Biblical god and was once one of his most dangerous warriors.
On top of which, according to what he had heard, and going off what he was seeing now, the guy was a 'Grade A' bellend. As such, if he provoked him too, Percy knew that the temperamental Fallen Angel might lose his temper, which in turn could lead to a greater part of the London Metropolitan Area being wiped off the map.
He enjoyed making snide, caustic and sarcastic comments when he could, but he wasn't about to endanger himself and millions of other, just to ruffle Kokabiel's feathers a bit. There was a fine line a person needed to walk when it came to mocking top tier mythological entities, one that Percy had had to learn to walk over the years.
"Very well then, let's get down to business." Percy replied easily, once again placing his coffee on the table and giving Kokabiel a curious, searching look as he did so. "So I've been told that you have proposed a deal with Lady Ophis for both yourself, and your followers, your army, to join the Khaos Brigade. In return for which we are to acquire a few items for you, along with the Khaos Brigade lending you some support in your future endeavours?"
Kokabiel nodded his head at that, his demeanour still a bit stiff as his red eyes bored into Percy's green ones. "Indeed, that is what was agreed."
Percy hummed in response. "Well I am the one who was assigned to oversee the Khaos Brigade's part of the deal by Lady Ophis, but haven't been told exactly what that might entail yet. So tell me, what exactly are you after?"
Kokabiel paused as he heard that, his eyes narrowing as he gave Percy a shrewd, calculating look. "So the vaunted 'Watchdog of Olympus', the 'Oncoming Storm', will be serving me, will he?"
Percy's smile tightened as he heard the titles, one an insult created by an annoying enemy deity, the other an embarrassing title made up by Apollo, an annoying allied deity. "No, I will be working with you, as a consultant so to speak, nothing more."
A mocking smile spread across Kokabiel's face as he heard that, before he shrugged. "Call it what you want, it matters not, either way you will be serving my will."
Percy gave Kokabiel a bored look in response to that, before replying. "So you were about to get to the point, and tell me what you were after?"
Kokabiel's lips curled upwards in dark amusement. "Tell me Jackson, have you ever heard of Excalibur?"
"The sword of King Arthur? The one that was forged by the Fae and blessed by the Biblical God before being delivered to the warrior king by Merlin. Yes… I know of it." Percy replied a note of curiosity in his voice now, as he pondered on where Kokabiel was going with this. After all, the last he had heard, that blade had been shattered centuries ago, with its fragments then being re-forged into seven other blades. With each of the seven blades being a pale imitation of the original. "Though last I heard it was broken."
Kokabiel nodded at that. "Yes and seven other Holy Swords were made from its remains. Five of these blades are in the hands of the Church. Two of the Holy Sword are being heavily guarded in the vaults beneath the Vatican, whilst the others are being protected in similar vaults beneath; Notre Dame in Paris, Canterbury Cathedral in Canterbury, and Saint Paul's Cathedral in London."
"And I take it you want me to acquire these swords?" Percy asked.
Deliberately not mentioning the other two, as he did so. After all he already knew where both of those were. With one of them being in the possession of another member of the Khaos Brigade. Whilst the other, he knew, was locked up and gathering dust in the attic of the Big House, back at Camp Half Blood, where it had been for well over a century now. A relic/ trophy of a long since completed, and mostly forgotten, quest. Not that Kokabiel likely knew that.
"The ones at the Vatican would not be possible for you to get, as the vaults there are protected by more than just mortals and magic, but by Angels as well. The other three however, they are the ones I want you to get for me." Kokabiel replied, a slightly patronising tone to his voice as he judged Percy's capabilities against an angel and found him wanting.
Not that this bothered Percy too unduly, he had fought Titans, Giants, gods and even a Primordial God, and survived. He was comfortable enough in his abilities to not allow the words of some puffed up, prick of a pigeon get to him. "Well then, that should be doable. Though I am curious, why do you need my help in this, or are you and your minions unable to do it yourselves?" A smirk spread across his face as he said this.
In response Kokabiel's eyes flashed with irritation at the taunt, the air around Percy suddenly growing heavier in response. "The Church's paltry defences mean nothing to me, I could break them with just a thought. The reason I am sending an expendable pawn like you though, Jackson, is because I don't want the thefts linked back to the Grigori."
"Oh, and just why is that?" Percy asked curiously as he leaned forwards in his seat. Ignoring as he did the potential fallout that could come if the thefts were linked back to him, and thus his old employers, the Olympian Council.
"When you have the swords you are to bring them to me. I will be in mountains around Kuoh Town in Japan, assembling my army." Kokabiel continued, ignoring Percy's question as he did so. His tone making clear that he was not prepared to negotiate.
"Japan… you want really me to hike all the way to Japan, like some glorified delivery boy, just to drop of a few trinkets?" Percy asked blandly. Internally knowing as he spoke, that he was not actually that bothered by the request, as not only had he been out that way a few times before, but he also knew a handy, easily bought Pegasus that he could get to give him a lift there for a small bushel of apples.
Not that he was about to accept the request gracefully, after all it was the principal of the matter. He had to at least moan a little about the extra travel, after all he was not just some common errand boy. Besides, the gods of Olympus at least had had the common decency to dress up their errands as 'quests' for Demigods.
"Yes, and you will do as you are told. You know as well as I do Jackson, that Ophis commanded that you fulfil my orders, and this is what I want you to do." Kokabiel replied back mockingly, the sneer on his face a work of art, and one that would put even the nastiest, meanest of the long dead Octavian's sneers to shame.
"Again I'm working with you, not for you, Try to remember that, 'kay." Percy replied mildly, before a slight smirk spread across his face as he suddenly remembered something he had heard. Something that was relevant to Japan, or more precisely Kuoh. "Though now I think about it, isn't Kuoh under the jurisdiction of the Devil faction. Or, to be more precise, the governorship of two high profile Devil Heiresses?"
Kokabiel's face suddenly became noticeably emotionless as he heard that.
"Yes, Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri, if I remember rightly. Two Heiress, to two Pillar Clans, as well as the younger sisters of two of the current Maou', the leaders of the Devil race…" Percy continued, deliberately trailing off at the end, his smile becoming almost feral as he saw the flicker of discomfort momentarily pass across Kokabiel's ageless face.
"That is none of your concern, Jackson." Kokabiel replied stiffly.
Percy hummed at that, his mind already coming to a conclusion on just what Kokabiel might be up to. "You want to start a new war don't you, another Great War between your three factions? More than that though you want to use the three Holy Swords that I'm to acquire, to implicate the Church as the responsible party?"
Kokabiel's red eyes fixed on Percy as he heard that. "What I choose to do once I receive the swords, does not concern you, boy. Your job is just to acquire them, and then bring them to me!"
"That is true, what you do in your own time is no concern of mine. Though it has made me curious. Just why did someone like you choose to join the Khaos Brigade, Kokabiel? I mean you lead an army of nearly twenty thousand Fallen Angels and hold a high status in your Faction." Percy decided to press, genuine curiosity rising up in him this time. "Why would you of all people join our group, what on earth are you after?"
The Fallen Angel opposite him paused as he heard the, noticeably not outright refusing to answer, as he instead just gave Percy an evaluating look. "My reasons for joining are simple, I wish to bring order to this world, and strengthen my Faction."
"By starting a war that could wipe all three Factions out?" Percy replied dryly, as he leant back in his seat. His lips twitching upwards as he saw Kokabiel's expression, hiding a smile as he found a chink in the Fallen Angel's armour.
Scowling at Percy's words, Kokabiel shifted in his seat, sitting straighter as he did so, his crimson eyes locked on Percy with almost fanatic intensity.
"Every year that passes the forces of Heaven diminish and decline. Whilst the legions of the Fallen stagnate, with Azazel being more interested in experimenting with his pet humans than in leading us. The Devils on the other hand are getting stronger, with their Evil Piece system their numbers are increasing rapidly every year, and with their leaders, those like Sirzechs Lucifer and Serafall Leviathan, their Faction is gaining in strength and influence." Kokabiel began, his voice low but gaining in strength and passion as he continued to speak.
"So for that, you would break the hard won truce between your three Factions?" Percy questioned a slight frown on his own face. As, although he had dealt with Devils trying to poach Demigods once or twice before, their kind mostly stuck to their plane of existence, their Underworld. In fact there were only a few places in the world, predominantly in the Far East, where they had begun to encroach upon, and colonize the earth.
The reasons behind their limited intrusion thus far onto the earth though, was not down to any restraint on their part. But instead mainly due to the strength of the Church in Europe, the Americas, Africa, and Australia; as well as the presence of all the other Pantheons; including the Norse, Greco-Roman, Persian, Hindu, and many others besides. All of whom endlessly squabbled for space, control and worshippers.
"The truce will be broken sooner or later. I believe it is best to restart the war now, when both the Grigori and the forces Heavens have a chance of victory, than years from now when we will be just a remnant of our former strength. It is best we wipe out the Devils whilst we can." Kokabiel replied fiercely, his passion once again rising.
Percy made to speak at this point, before he could however, Kokabiel cut him off.
"And if we fall, or fail to act who will then stand against the foul Devils? The Youaki? Those beasts are more likely to fall in line with the demons than fight them. The other Pantheons, like your own? The Pagan Gods of old are declining just as we are. Those greedy beings would not want to risk losing themselves, and so will not confront the Devil threat until it's too late." Kokabiel continued, his lip curling in disgust, and his anger rising as he spoke, and vented his fury.
Percy frowned, made to speak again. However once again Kokabiel didn't give him a chance.
"Maybe the humans then? As if those paltry savages would be able to resist the lure of the Devil's power. No, they would fold more quickly than the beasts and fall in line. Then who would that leave, you heretical Demigods, the abominable by-product of god and man? Your foul kind is barely above the humans! No, you cowards would fold, flee and hide, just like the rest! Cowering away like craven as the world around you is overtaken!" Kokabiel panted heavily as he finished, his hands gripping the edge of the table hard enough to crack the wood, as he leant forwards, his eyes boring into Percy. "That Jackson is why I have joined the Khaos Brigade, so that when the fighting does start, the Fallen have the allies we will need to wipe the Devil scum from existence!"
"Well…" Percy began, his expression caught partway between amusement and surprise. "That's nice…"
Kokabiel snorted at that, leaning back in his chair now as he gave Percy a cold judging look. "I did not expect some mongrel like you to understand."
Percy's expression sharpened as he heard that. "Oh I do understand, however I just think you're a paranoid warmonger, one whose action will only lead to the annihilation of his own people."
If Percy expected Kokabiel to get angry at that, he was to be surprised as the man instead just sneered. "Think what you want, Son of Poseidon. But when the Devils have been wiped out, and order has once again been brought to this world. You will come to me begging for my forgiveness."
"Somehow I doubt that would ever happen…" Percy replied blandly. "But anyway, not that this conversation isn't delightful, but I have things I need to do."
With that said Percy pushed himself to his feet, with Kokabiel doing the same. The Fallen Angel towering over Percy with his broad, powerful shoulders and looming height.
"Before you go Jackson, I'm curious about something…" Kokabiel spoke up again, as he looked down at Percy, his blood red eyes fixed on Percy's cool sea green ones.
Cocking his head to the side, Percy gave the Fallen Angel a curious look. "Really now?"
"Yes, why did you. You who are famed for your rapid loyalty to the Olympians, leave them, and instead choose to join the Khaos Brigade?" Kokabiel asked, the slightest hint of curiosity in his tone.
Percy paused as he heard that, his mind wandering for a second. "Well, I didn't abandon my family and friends if that is what you are accusing me of, I still care about them, and will not raise my sword against them, Lady Ophis knows this. But still, why did I joined the Khaos Brigade? Well, I suppose I joined for the most dangerous reason of all…"
Kokabiel scowled in confusion as he heard that.
Seeing this look Percy gave him a slight smile, "I joined for the unattainable, and most likely unrequited, love of a woman…"
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AN: So what did you think. Originally I envision this story, when I first had the idea in summer last year, that this story would be a Harry Potter crossover story. Then I got bored with the source material, and gave up. Now however I am trying it using the Percy Jackson series as the crossover material, and I have to say I think it might turn out alright.
This story will contain a fully realised, adult Percy Jackson, not a teenage version, who has chosen to be part of the Khaos Brigade, for reasons. That said, this story if it continues, will not just stick to the Highschool DxD canon storyline, but will instead branch out and explore all the possibilities the merging of these two world bring.
Also if it continues, this story will not be a harem story, as personally I don't want to write a harem story. I've tried it before and it was terrible! Please check it out if you want to cringe, it's on my Seagate account. But no, this won't be a harem, as I believe the vast majority of them substitute character development and emotion for clichés and smut. With their only being very few writers, certainly not me, who can pull of a good harem story. I know this is unexpected with a Highschool DxD story, but honestly it is just the way I want to go. There could be a number of different relaitonships along the way, but there will not be an endgame harem.
Now this chapter is a tester at the moment, but potentially, if the idea passes muster, it could turn into a full story.
So anyway, please check out my other stories if you have the time. I'll be getting back to work on my Oncoming Storm story, and my 'the Last King' story after this. So yeah, hanks for reading, please leave a review.
Greed720.
