Perseus, god of loyalty, son of Poseidon, a hero. Well, at least that's what historians painted him to be.

Percy Jackson, a name that he had not heard in a long time. Perseus didn't expect for godhood to be this, depressing. The days blended together, though he stayed young, people he had once known aged.

His life was no longer in the line, he could live forever more peacefully, he can do anything without worrying about death. But was it really worth it?

Maybe the answer wasn't, as over the years; he had locked himself in his temple, sleeping and letting years past. He had done everything he could to fill up his boredom, nothing worked.

Plus, he couldn't see you anymore, or at least, your soul that he once knew.

Being a God was boring, well, that was what he thought when you, a demigod on a quest, stumbled upon his lost temple that had been unkept.