You had been a danger to the earth.

Well, not a danger to the earth, but to all humanity and non-humanity that inhabited it.

To this day, Percy and no one else knew who you worked for, if you even worked for anyone. But they knew that if you hadn't simply given up on ending all non-animal and vegetative life on earth, and the universe, the only one who would be alive today was you.

You were too powerful for your own good.

The gods feared you. Monsters were scared to death by a mere whiff of your damned scent. Everything that was aware of who you were knew that you were too dangerous to even exist.

And yet, Sally Jackson seemed to be your weakness.

When his mother told him that she was falling in love with someone good for her, who treated her very well and who loved her in the most passionate and intense way possible, Percy was happy for her, it was hard to deal with, of course. But he was happy for her happiness.

Until she, a month later, introduced the one who had stolen her heart to him. You.

That kind of explains why you just gave up on destroying humanity.

Percy mused as he settled into the couch, a Christmas bonnet on his black hair as he watched his 2-year-old younger sister playing near the Christmas tree, his slightly dark tanned cheek resting on his own fist as he kept his green eyes on her.

What an amazing family Christmas.