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The God of Sex, Fylo	By : Best-Lemon-Writer-in-Training Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 211931 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns everything except for Fylo. I own Fylo. I don't own Percy Jackson though, nor can I make any money from this.

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Within the room that had countless women stacked on top of each other, the form of a young blonde woman shifted underneath the three naked bodies strewn on top of her, her feeling something strange stirring within her womb.
She and many other women squirmed simultaneously, them knowing nothing of the reason why.
Soon, Annabeth's body stopped the unexplained sensations she felt, and she slept on under the pile of women, who mirrored her actions as well.
Thousands of women did this within the apartment, and they all returned to their state of silence a moment later.
Despite their movements happening at different times, and lasting different durations of times, when the very last woman Percy had fucked stopped moving, their pussies spilled out the white of Percy's sperm that had been filled within them.
As they all slept peacefully, they would never be made aware of the reason for this to happen.
Said reason could be traced to a god standing before the only naturally living son of Poseidon, who glared in anger at the blonde haired man standing before him.
Fýlo kept up his smile at Percy, a hand on his hip, "How does it feel to finally be awake?"
"Why...?" Percy ignored Fýlo's question, "Why did you make me do those things?"
"You should be more specific. There are several things I made you do after all." Fýlo turned away from Percy, walking idly.
"Why did you make me kill my father?" Percy said, "Why did you make me have intercourse with all of those women? Why did you make me..."
He trailed off, the memory of what he'd done to his mother coming back into his mind, the self-disgust he felt reaching its peak then.
"To prepare you for this day." Fýlo said, looking back at Percy, his smile dropping now.
"What do you mean, "prepare me"?"
"I wanted to give you a decent chance. It all depends on your answer to my next question."
Percy continued to glare at Fýlo, yet said nothing, waiting for the man to continue.
"Would you ever consider doing all those things for the rest of your life, if it meant bringing humanity to a Golden Age again?"
Hearing the words "Golden Age" come out of Fýlo's mouth, Percy's response was immediate, "No. I worked too hard to prevent Cronos from winning in the Titan War to ever want something like that."
"Tell me," Fýlo tilted his head, "What exactly would've happened if Cronos did start a new Golden Age?"
"Then all of civilization would've disappeared."
"Really?" Fýlo's voice held neither sarcasm nor humor.
All there was in his voice was curiosity.
"Yes." Percy said firmly.
"Do you even know what it is? The Golden Age of humanity I mean." Fýlo leaned against one of the thrones of the gods, arms crossed, as his violet eyes gazed intently at Percy.
"It's the age where Cronos ruled over the world." Percy answered.
"Do you know about how people lived in those times?"
Percy stared a bit at the man, but still shook his head.
Fýlo closed his eyes, "In those times, people always did what was right. They had no sense of morality, because they never knew that there was anything other than the right thing to do."
"Really?" Percy's voice was skeptic, and Fýlo opened his eyes at the young man.
"Yes. For many, many thousands of years, humanity lived in an age that characterized them as being innocent and blameless. This was the case until Zeus took over." Fýlo explained, eyes unblinking, "As soon as he did, the Golden Age ended."
"I know that." Percy said after a moment, wondering what point there was to this.
"Do you know what that makes this Age of humanity, Percy?" Fýlo looked absent-mindedly up at the ceiling, "It makes this the Dark Age of mankind."
"The Dark Age?"
"I'm sure you've heard of it, even as a concept." Fýlo looked back at Percy, "Just looking through history will show you. Before every genuine "Dark Age," there was a "Golden Age" preceeding it."
"I can't say that I agree or disagree." Percy said honestly, "I was never good in any subjects other than Greek mythology."
"If that centaur couldn't teach you about the Golden Age other than when Cronos ruled, I beg to differ." Fýlo replied bluntly, "But if you need an example, Greece had a time like this. It had a Golden Age, where prosperity was more widespread than it had been in a long time. And immediately following that, Greece fell into a Dark Age."
Looking at the boy before him again, Fýlo kept speaking.
"Or, if you want a much more recent example, you could call the Roaring 20's the Golden Age of this country."
"What were the "Rolling 20's"?" Percy asked.
"At the time of the Roaring 20's, the concept of credit cards started up. People were now able to buy cars without having to use up their yearly salary to pay for it, as well as going out to eat at high class restaurants they knew they couldn't afford to eat in and leaving everything on a tab for them to pay later on. The problem with that time was that people never paid their debts, and since it soon became a nationwide issue in disguise, the Roaring 20's could only last for roughly a decade before the Great Depression started. And in case you didn't know, everyone paid the price for their debts, one way or the other. Homelessness was widespread, you had hundreds of people lined up in order to apply for one menial job. The unemployment rate rose faster than your pen could drop to the floor if you threw it down."
"So you're saying that the Golden Age of humanity was like those times?"
"Yes."
"Wasn't it humanity's fault for opening Pandora's jar that it ended?"
"No, it was when the gods overthrew the Titans that it became that way," Fýlo spoke calmly, "You've met Prometheus before, am I right?"
"Yes." Percy answered his question honestly, "What about him?"
"Do you know what he did to deserve getting devoured over and over by birds?"
"He gave humanity fire so it'd be safer, right?"
"Yes. Do you know what he would always complain about whenever he'd see the humans, starving and afraid?"
"What?"
"He would complain about how much worse things had changed since Cronos had been dethroned." Fýlo said, his eyes flickering at the memory, "I didn't know what to say then. I was a very young god at that time, and I always thought Prometheus to be weird for thinking that way. But now I understand." Fýlo looked up at Percy, "He was right. People suffered too much compared to now. At that time, it was a common sight to see people getting mauled to death by some animal looking for its next meal."
"What does that have to do with what you've done these past several days?" Percy glared at him still.
At that moment, he didn't care about Greek mythology.
He just wanted to know why Fýlo had done the things he had so he could react accordingly, despite him knowing that he probably wouldn't react well to begin with.
"It has a large deal to do with my original question. As it stands, I want you to be able to make your decision with a knowing piece of mind." Fýlo straightened himself up, "I might as well tell you the reason for my killing your comrades now."
Percy said nothing, his eyes never leaving the man before him.
"The reason for me getting your comrades killed was because of the fact that I wanted to prevent certain things to come."
""Certain things to come"?"
Fýlo nodded, "What always tends to happen when a ruler of the world is overthrown is a massive explosion of some type. Each time a group of descendents overthrew their ancestor, life would start anew, all from scratch, so the new rulers could create things in their own images. When the original ruler, Chaos, was overthrown by the Titans, the explosion people often call the "Big Bang" happened. When the Titans were overthrown by the gods, a meteor crashed down on the planet and wiped out most of the dinasaurs," Percy stared in disbelief at Fýlo, who kept talking, "And now, there's another meteor due to be crashing down on us in a little under a decade's time. If it hits, I'm not sure if humanity will survive it. I don't want to risk it."
"So you'd kill demigods for that? Why not me or any of the demigoddesses?" Percy realized something else, "Why did you want me to become the new ruler of Olympus when we first met if you didn't want the demigods to overthrow the gods?"
Fýlo gave a smile that unnerved Percy somewhat after his third question, "You still haven't realized it, have you?"
"What?"
"You can't cause the "new ruler explosion" to happen if you aren't a demigod to begin with, right?"
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that you're no longer a demigod Percy. You're a full fledged god now, thanks to me changing your DNA." Fýlo laughed lightly, "I thought the fact that you didn't turn to stone when you saw Medusa would've made it obvious to you, but it seems I was wrong."
"You were planning this this whole time?"
"Of course. I already told you, didn't I? I believe myself to be a god, and must therefore live in service to mankind. If I didn't have a plan to ensure humanity's life, what poor excuse for a god would that make me?"
"Why did you make me do those things to my mother then?"
Fýlo's smiling face contrasted greatly with Percy's scowling one, "Because I realized just how guilty doing things like that to so many others would eventually make you feel. I couldn't have that when I'd already come so far."
"How could that have helped?"
"I created for you a memory of a place where you grew up with little regard over other women. Based off of the memories I gave you, you'd already become a father to triplets before you were eight, and you still didn't care. If left with memories like that, then you wouldn't have cold feet."
"Cold feet? What was the point of you giving me my memories back if you didn't want me to do that? I'm ready to get cold feet as it is!"
"Because it isn't as simple as just walking away." Fýlo's face became serious, his smile gone, "The reason I gave you your memories back was because I knew that I couldn't force my decision on you when you had helped me to get this far. That's why I'm talking to you now instead of going along with making you do what I wanted."
"What else would you possibly want me to do?"
Fýlo turned to the three unconscious women behind him, "I want you to do them."
Percy looked behind him, then back up at the blonde god, "Who are they?"
"Those are the Fates. I put them through Lucid Prime so that you'd feel more comfortable about doing them, should you decide to help me."
"Just how many women are you going to make me impregnate before you're satisfied? Why haven't you killed any of them if that's what you're trying to do?"
"You satisfied that number several hours ago. The extra women from the police department gave me more power than I needed."
Percy looked at him warily, "For what?"
"Just in case you decided not to join me."
Percy's eyes widened, then narrowed, "What are you going to do them?"
"I'm not going to hurt any of your friends, don't worry. I'm not a terrorist, so I won't hold your friends hostage. What I AM going to do if you choose to be my enemy is fight you."
Percy had a look of confusion on his face.
"If you want me to spell it out for you, if it turns out you want to work against me instead of with me, I'm going to fight you. If you win, I start a new Golden Age. If you win, I work it so that it'd be like absolutely none of this had ever happened. Deal?"
"What does us fighting have anything to do with me getting hundreds of women pregnant?"
"That depends heavily on whether you decide to fight against me or not." Fýlo said, narrowing his eyes, "So answer me. You can either live your life like you have been for the last few weeks, while saving all of humanity, or you can live the life you'd been living before you ever met me, being part of the people who killed off all of humanity."
"You're being biased in the choices."
"I won't deny that I am, and frankly I don't care. If killing demigods is what I need to do to keep humanity alive, so be it."
"What will happen to them if I lose?"
"The ones you were close to when you were under my influence will live. All the rest, all except for the human women, will die."
Percy scowled deeply at him, but Fýlo was unfazed by his look.
A long silence came over them both, and when Fýlo spoke at last, it was with exhasperation, "If you don't choose, then I'll just assume you forfeit your choice to mine."
"How are we supposed to fight?"
"How else?" Fýlo lifted a hand up, and a sword appeared there, "We fight with swords. Being fair is something I need to be as well, Perceus."
"I'll need to get Riptide first if that's how we're going to do this." Percy replied.
"Aw, yes, you still need clothes, don't you?" Fýlo looked at Percy, then waved his hand, a pair of jeans appearing in his hands.
He grasped the clothing in his hand, then chucked it at Percy, who caught it, "Put that on. Your sword should appear in your pocket soon enough." Fýlo said, Percy putting the jeans on himself, having the decency to know Percy would have preferred him to look away as the former demi-god did this.
Fýlo turned back to him after a moment, then lightly scraped his sword against the ground.
"If you win, is it safe to assume you'll make me do the Fates too?"
Fýlo looked up at Percy's question, "Yes."
"What will that accomplish?"
"It'll put the last of the major gods out of power. I can restart the Golden Age from there."
"You changed and altered my memories, why not change the gods' memories to be good instead of going through all of this?"
"Because I needed to go through this in order to alter a person's memories to begin with. I was barely able to alter anyone's memories before I ran into you and Annabeth."
"Why us?"
"You were the closest people I could find."
"Why did you kill all the Greek chimeras if you wanted to avoid humanity dying by killing the demigods?"
"Because they have fragments of the gods' DNA inside of them. When I'm done, nothing else is going to remain. It'll just be the world as it was when Cronos was ruler. Animals tended to themselves, and humans never even ate them."
"Really?" Percy reached a hand into his pocket, his hand pulling out his ballpoint pen.
"Yes." Fýlo pointed his blade towards Percy, "Are you ready?"
Percy nodded.
"Then do everything in your power to defeat me, if you want to win."
Fýlo's eyes flashed to a shade of gold for a split second, and Percy felt a dramatic boost in strength, his muscles growing even more defined.
He looked at Fýlo in confusion.
"What did you do to me?"
"I told you, didn't I?" Fýlo's scowl never left his face, "It was the whole point in me making you get all those women pregnant. I'm Fýlo, the degraded God of Sex. If I didn't take the godly power from your thousands of children, then I would never be sure that you would be able to beat me."
He charged at Percy then, who uncapped his pen, Riptide quickly growing to its full size, Percy looking at Fýlo and seeing him leaning his body down, his right hand holding the sword hilt of his weapon behind his waist, his left hand placed tenderly on the side of his blade.
Percy saw the intent for a stab, and lowered Riptide down towards the ground as he held it with both of his hands, Fýlo reaching him just as he did this, Percy sliding his feet so his body would rotate to his right, his sword's blade scraping the underside of Fýlo's, him moving quickly, the two blades hissing as their metals scraped against one another.
Percy closed the short distance between himself and Fýlo, grunting as he rammed the butt end of Riptide towards Fýlo's face, Fýlo barely managing to pull his head out of the way before he regained his footing from his slightly slouched position, him passing by Percy's left side, Fýlo spinning himself around to face him again, swinging his sword up at Percy, who scowled as he speedily brought up his sword, the two swords clashing harshly against one another.
Percy felt a large deal of surprise at the fact that he could feel the intensity of Fýlo's strength yet was still holding his ground, but pushed this thought to the back of his mind, him grunting as he forced Fýlo's weapon back, jumping backwards to gain distance between them.
By the time he'd regained his footing however, Percy saw that Fýlo had already recovered as well, him already charging towards Percy again, this time with his sword hung low at his right side, his speed increasing with every few steps he ran.
Having braced himself for Fýlo's movements, Percy gave Riptide a diagonal slash to his left when the god slashed upwards at him, Percy's hasty defense being blown into the air, him barely able to hold Riptide up with his right hand, Fýlo whipping his sword down and aiming it quickly, thrusting the end of his sword towards Percy's heart.
Percy, with adrenaline starting to pump through his veins, swung Riptide down harshly, knocking Fýlo's sword out of its intended path, a curse flying past the man's lips before Percy pulled his blade back, quickly taking a firm grip on Riptide's handle, both hands gripping it as Percy aimed to stab at Fýlo's heart, the god bringing his sword up and holding the flat side of it straight with his hand, slamming the other flat side of it against Riptide's side, the swords hissing their resistance to their forced meeting, Percy's momentum carrying him a step closer than he'd intended, Fýlo moving a step forward so he'd be behind Percy.
Without turning to face Percy, Fýlo lifted his sword, them slammed the butt of it into the back of Percy's neck, the boy's head swinging back harshly, Percy losing the ability to breathe for a split second.
He stumbled forward, hurriedly spinning around and seeing that Fýlo had lifted his sword a short distance over his right shoulder, his left hand gripping the weapon, before he slashed down at the area he had meant to be Percy's back.
Percy whipped Riptide against Fýlo's sword again, too hurriedly to grip it with both hands to ensure the blow would have the most power possible, his desperate swing only helping him to dodge out of Fýlo's way as he stepped back.
Fýlo persisted, closing the distance that kept him from being able to attack Percy, Percy bringing his sword up and trying to move it into a defensive position, Fýlo simply stabbing his sword forward, just enough for his blade to scrape against Percy's, before he forcibly rotated his own sword, Percy's following its path of rotation, Fýlo making it spin an entire circle before he jerked his sword to his right, and Percy, still dazed from the blow to his neck, couldn't hold onto Riptide, the jerking motion Fýlo made it undergo causing Percy to let go of it.
It sailed through the air, clattering loudly against the floor, and Percy looked at it in a moment of fear before he looked at Fýlo, who made the motion for a final stab, moving forward unabatedly.
Letting his instincts take over, Percy felt his stomach churning, a column of water shooting itself towards Fýlo from the pool of water present in the throne room, at a frightening speed, a tendril wrapping around Fýlo's wrist and sword hilt, Percy not giving him a split second to react before he willed the water backwards, it sailing through the air and clattering against the ground just like Riptide.
Fýlo copied Percy's actions, looking at his fallen weapon, only to see that another tendril of water had grasped Riptide, whipping it towards Percy, who caught it by the hilt, him swinging the sword forward, it barely an inch from cutting into Fýlo's neck.
They stared at each other, both at a loss for breath, and Fýlo sighed sadly, closing his eyes.
"I suppose that means you win then."
"Yes. So stick to what you said would happen if I won."
"I know."
Percy suddenly felt tiredness sink into his bones, him losing the ability to stand, Fýlo still standing over him as he collapsed on the ground.
"What...?" Percy looked up at Fýlo, "What's going on?"
"You don't have to worry. I'm just going to put you to sleep for a little while. When you wake up, everything will be the same as before."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"You don't." Fýlo replied bluntly, crouching down over him, "But before you doze off, tell me one thing."
Percy's expression told him to continue.
"Would you ever be okay with your brother, Tyson, dying?"
"What?" He stared incredulously, "Of course I wouldn't be!"
"Alright then. I just wanted to give you a warning of things to come, since this is what you've chosen to do." Fýlo narrowed his eyes, "Since you've decided to do this, I'll tell you what will happen to your brother when the demigods take over. There will be a civil war between the descendents of the gods, and one side will be fighting for the gods, and the others for the demigods. Since the people who want for the demigods to be rulers will want to be the only creations other than animals to exist after the gods' creation process, they'll kill off anyone who they don't see as a proper animal or demi-god. When that happens, your brother and his Cyclops friends are going to die too."
He gave Percy a moment to let this sink in.
"Weren't you going to kill them too?" Percy asked.
"No, not the Cyclopses. I'm only going to kill the creations of the gods, not the Titans."
"But Poseidon is the father of the cyclops."
"Yes, he's the father of some, but we're not talking about fathers and their children, are we? If you actually know anything about the first Titan War, then you should know that Poseidon's trident was created by the cyclops. Poseidon had spent his entire life inside his father's stomach, so unless he found a way to teleport out and create the cyclops, which we both know he couldn't do, then he isn't the creator."
"If we're not talking about creations in a parent-child way, then why did you kill the demigods?"
Percy tried to lift his head, but couldn't find the strength in his body to.
Fýlo poked his head with his index finger, "Have you been listening? I wanted to stop the demigods from taking over Olympus. If I let them live, then that would defeat the purpose of me going through the trouble of doing all of this to begin with. While I'm aware that the cyclops have their loyalties too, I don't care about that."
"They'll revolt against you if you force them to be the way you want."
Fýlo gave a smile filled with mirth, "I know that, but that won't change the fact that they won't be able have gods and demigods to take the place of the ones that died, right?"
Percy scowled up at him.
"I'm only telling you this because I want you to know what will happen if you choose for things to go back to the way things were before I ever met you. So I'll ask you one more time, would you rather me save humanity, or would you rather me ressurrect the demigods I killed, and let humanity die?"
Again, the smile was nonexistent on his face.
"And in case you didn't figure it out, that means your mother will die as well, and Rachael, and anyone else you've come across that isn't a demigod or an animal, if you choose to save the demigods. If you really want to save the demigods, at the price of the humans of this world, then I won't get in your way, I'll just fix it to be the same as before. But if you want to keep your satyr in the afterlife, along with all the other creations of the gods, then I'll let you make your decision. To side with the demigods, or to side with humanity. Those are your choices Percy."
Fýlo looked down, reluctance in his eyes, then said one word, it just loud enough for the boy to hear.
"Choose."

A/N: Hello everyone. Sorry for not posting anything in such a long time.
This chapter was one of a six chapter ending system.
The first chapter, what you've presumably just read, is the first of them, which details what happens if Percy didn't want to accept what Fýlo wanted, and the next two chapters detail what happens if he chooses to either save the demigods or save humanity.
The chapter following the latter chapter will detail what would happen if Percy had chosen to sde with Fýlo and simply had sex with the Fates and allowed for Fýlo to erase all of the major gods from existence, where he'll have two choices near the end as well, which will start the last two chapters' existence.
So in short, this will be a "multiple ending" story where the reader chooses what Percy gets to do. There are four endings in all, with this chapter being one of the first of the "Branch" chapters as I'd like to call them.
Hiopefully anyone reading this will enjoy it.
If not, oh well.
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