Chapter 2

'Of course, it would be a cyclops.' I thought bitterly. Just standing after the car crash is making me want to drop dead and this shit bag is looking at me like I am a piece of candy. My anger is palpable, but I know I have zero chance of doing anything to him.

I don't even give one last look to my probably dead father and immediately start running in the opposite direction. I had the strength, speed and stamina of the average 16-year-old male since the last time I measured my capabilities courtesy of my demigod genes, but being injured lowered my capabilities to a great amount and I knew I wouldn't get far.

While running I pass people who look at me strangely, since I was a wounded 8-year-old running. I ignore them and look back and see the cyclops has started to give chase. Seeing a pick-up truck at the stop sign, hope flares in me.

The truck looks as if it is going to move soon so I rush to reach it. I wish to jump in without the driver noticing, but that plan is launched into the drain when the cyclops hits me which causes me to launch forward and land on the back of the truck. Fortunately, I am on the truck, unfortunately, I feel a few bones breaking.

"What the.." The driver says as he looks back.

"Please..just go," I say, mixing a bit of charm speak in. The ability isn't perfect and doesn't work on very strong-willed or intelligent people as of yet.

It can't persuade someone to do something against their moral compass yet. I have found out people are more likely to obey when using the words please with charm-speak.

The driver follows what I say obediently and I breathe out a sigh of relief. Looking at the cyclops I give it a smug smile while resisting to show any hint of the pain I am currently feeling.

"You puny half-blood, you will make a great meal when I encounter you the next time." He shouts in rage as the truck makes a distance between us.

"Bye." I wave my hand mockingly to at least show a bit of deviance since I can't show it in my preferred method which is kicking his balls in. I realize that I am going to become a shitty vagrant from now on and sigh before exhaustion takes me and I fall asleep.

I wake up a while later, expecting to be in the underworld but what I feel is my head resting on the most comfortable thing imaginable. I sat up to look at what I was laying on. It was thighs. I quickly back away wary of who these godly thighs belong to.

"Who are you?" I asked cautiously. The woman I was staring at was possibly… no, definitely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She had blonde hair with blue eyes and her looks were almost ethereal.

"Shh calm down sweetheart. I am your mother." She says in a hypnotic voice. I instantly feel calm and I recognise the fact that she just used charmspeak on me.

I guess this is karma for all my uses of it on my father. I would have normally been mad or at least a bit afraid, but the wench made my most prominent emotion just calmness.

"What do you want with me?" I ask. Now that I am calm I recognise that I am completely healed. "If you are really my mother it's strange that you only show up now after years," I say trying to play the role of an ignorant child.

She smiles sadly at me. "I am sorry. I was extremely busy with my duties and even if I wanted to… it is forbidden to raise our children."

"What kind of bullshit reason is that… just say you don't want me." If she didn't mess with my emotions I am sure this scene would have been much more embarrassing. Guess she indirectly helped me since keeping calm in front of what I am assuming to be a love goddess would be a bit nerve reckoning. "And where is my father?"

She adopts a sorrowful look at my last words before forcing a hug on me and forcing my head against her bountiful chest. "I was too late when I felt you were in danger he was already gone."

"No, we were on our way to school. He is fine… how did I get here? It was just a silly dream like my father said. Monsters aren't real." I say in faux denial. Truth be told I don't give a damn about the man, but I want to portray myself as normal to my new mother lest she smites me. My fake denials get me rewarded with coos and having my hair caressed much to my annoyance.

"It will be okay my little Ezra. The monster was real, but you will be safe from now on. I have two options for you to choose from...you either join a camp for children like you or I can ask one of your grown-up siblings to take care of you." She says before releasing me from the insufferable hug.

"What do you mean children like me."

"You're a demigod Ezra." She says

"I am a what."

"You're a demigod."

"But I am just Ezra."

"Well 'just Ezra.' you're a demigod." I can't believe we are sort of reenacting a scene from Harry Potter. This entire day has been bizarre and it seems it is only getting worse.

"I would prefer to join the camp, if that is fine and let me guess if I am a demigod then you must be female Jesus." I quipped.

"Are you being sarcastic towards your mother Ezra? So young yet so bold" She says and I get a chill on my back, getting ready to punch her before she turns me into a tree.

She quickly pinches my cheeks before I have a chance to react. "You are so adorable. You're going to be such a heartbreaker when you grow up. I wish I could stay with you longer." I am already starting to dislike this woman, but I should still be nice since unlike dear old dad she has actual power.

"When you wake you will be at a location you will be safe. Remember your mother Aphrodite loves you always."

I don't have a chance to reply before I fall unconscious when she puts her hand on my face.

Aphrodite Pov:

After casting a sleeping spell on my child Ezra, I teleport to Camp-Halfblood and my children's cabin. I don't usually do this, but since he can't make his way here on his own I had to personally intervene.

I didn't expect monsters to target him this early in his life so that is why I haven't been paying close attention to him and it is only thanks to a danger meter I created to make sure my young ones are safe that he is still alive.

My 17-year-old daughter greets me as I teleport in. "Georgia this is your new brother, be sure to take care of him." She quickly accepts and I take one last look at my batch of children that I gave birth to in the last 20 years.

Only 10, I am surprised by the high count. Sure I have lots of sex, but on most occasions I use protection. I guess I have a bit of an impregnation fetish since usually, I have the most demigods or at least that is until I gave birth to the god of breeding.

Truly a fine son Ares gave me and one that is so happy to fill my bed. As I begin to think of my nights of passion with him I stop before heading to Chiron to inform him of Ezra's arrival so that he doesn't think of him as an intruder. I don't even have to worry about him blabbing to Zeus since with my charmspeak I can convince people far more powerful than him.

I could even sense a more unique ability from Ezra that my children rarely have. That and his charmspeak will make his life easier, I hope. My children only deserve the best.

A/N: Something I find stupid about the Percy Jackson series is the high count of children that they have. Why would they want so many children? Are they trying to one-up each other? I can somewhat understand males, they can prove their manliness by showing how many women they can impregnate but I don't understand the females. Why would you want to give birth at least 10 times every 20 years? The author of Percy Jackson wanted to fill the cabins but come on who the fuck wants 20 children every few years. Do all gods have impregnation fetishes?