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[iamzimandnormal]

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[dandelion-blues]

Humans are the Real Monsters

Intro:

Sally died, and Percy was left at the hands of the monster, Gabe Ugliano. Iruma Sukuki was forced to work since he could remember by his lazy parents. What do the two have in common? They were both sold to the demon Sullivan!

PJO x Mairimashita! Iruma-kun crossover

CW: Abuse and Violence

Chapter 1, Part 1: A Demon's Grandsons

Percy felt tears leaking from his eyes, his breaths coming out in stuttering gasps. Percy felt despair grip at his chest, a tight weight pressing on his chest. The 12 year old curled into a ball, trying to muffle his breaths. If he heard him, who knew what he would do.

That comforting black swirled around Percy, the shadowy horrors of his imagination reaching out to him. Percy whimpered, his breathing labored. He couldn't breathe. Every breath hurt, and his throat was raw from crying, and his mouth parched with thirst.

Still, Percy did his best to stay quiet because being in the dark was much better than being out in the light with him.

But then that stench reached Percy’s nose, like the rotting corpse of his mother moldy trash and sewer rats. Percy stopped breathing, his heart stopping in his chest.

And then, light flooded his eyes, and he was leering above Percy. A monster disguised in human flesh that grinned with rotted teeth, “Tryin’ to hide from me, brain boy. Yur lucky imma make a lot of money off of yous, and I'm in good mood in all.”

Percy shaked, not daring to speak or breathe. His throat and lungs hurt painfully from the strain.

The monster casted a gaze towards Percy, those eyes without a soul needle and little, and reached out with his meaty hands toward Percy.

Percy gasped and whimpered, trying to get away, but he hit the wall of the closet.

All Percy could see was the hand reaching out to him, and he was screaming in his heead for it to go away.

Please-nomore-stop-stopitplease-I'llbegoodjustgoaway-goaway-GOAWAY!!!

Except the hand reached around Percy’s already bruised throat and yanked him out of the closet, the monster breathing over him. Smelling like beer and cigarettes and rotting food.

Percy whimpered, and the monster laughed, “C'mon brat. I j’st wanna have som’ fun bef’re yous go is all.”

And the hand started tightening around Percy’s throat.

This is it! Smelly Gabe is finally going to kill him, just as he did his mom.

Still, Percy fought to live and clawed out the hand to get off his throat, his feet dangling and kicking in the air. Percy tried to scream, but all that came out was choked muffles.

Black spots dotted Percy’s vision. And Percy’s energy gained. Percy just hopes he sees his mom when he dies.

Except Gabe releases Percy, and the twelve year old crumbles like a puppet with cut strings on the dirty floor.

Percy takes in large gasping breaths, tears streaming down his face.

Percy, however, barely gets to acknowledge the fact that he lived when a jarring pain was felt on his side.

Percy curls up to himself, his body already knowing what is coming next, even as his brain is still trying to get more oxygen.

The monster kicks Percy, laughing at him as the boy whimpers in pain.

“Fucking pussy, can’ even take a lil beating!” The monster screams, but all Percy can hear is ringing in his ears.

Then, the monster crouches down and yanks Percy up from his hair. Percy’s body trembles from pain, but he still manages to glare at the monster.

The monster smiles, “Need more fur the lesson hasn’ stuck yet.”

And the monster slams Percy’s head onto the floor.

Percy blinks black spots out of his vision, his head and body throbbing from pain.

Percy doesn’t know how long the “lesson” continues on for. Everything just came down to pain.

Except, somehow, in the midst of all that pain. Percy heard screaming, and he knew it wasn’t him. Percy didn’t even have the energy to scream. And then everything became eerily silent.

There was no ratting of the ac, or the stomps from the upstairs neighbors, or the whirring of the fridge, or even the monster's sounds.

That couldn't be. The monster is never silent!

Still, Percy didn’t know how long it took him to notice, but eventually he did. When the pain finally subsided enough for him to form coherent thoughts.

Percy blinked through his hazy eyes, seeing an elderly man?

And Percy realized that he wasn’t on the floor anymore. He was being carried.

Percy tried to move, but searing pain swept through him, and he gasped in pain.

He heard someone speak, their words sounded deep and guttural, but somehow Percy found the noise comforting. Then, there was a soft touch on his forehead, and everything went away as Percy welcomed the night’s embrace.

*****

Sullivan couldn't believe that he wasn’t just getting one grandson, but two! To think that two parents (or in one case stepparent) sold their child’s soul for money and on the same day to boot!

And so Sullivan went to collect his first grandson. A fourteen year old named Iruma Suzuki, who was in a rather troublesome situation as he was on a tuna fish boat in the middle of a large storm, with the fish doing their best to crush the boy. And so, Sullivan carted his new grandson off.

He didn’t want to scare the poor boy, but well, he really wanted Iruma-kun to accept him as his grandfather. And so, he made sure to get the best, and only the best for him, pleading for the boy to accept him and maybe just threatening him a little. Not that Sullivan would go through with the threat. Not with his last order...

Still, Iruma accepted! And boy did that boy eat! It’s a good thing too, because the boy was really thin. Luckily, he didn’t seem to have a problem eating Underworld food, and he actually seemed to really like it!

Thus, Sullivan got so into dotting on his new grandson with gifts that he almost forgot to collect his other grandson.

And so Sullivan turned to his deviguard, Opera, and his new grandson, “Alright! I’ll be right back. I just need to grab my other grandson!”

The two sputtered in surprise, though Opera-chan did their best to not show their surprise.

Then, Sullivan just casually teleported quickly away to where his other grandson, Perseus Jackson, was. And oh, that was an interesting name! Very Greek! But those Greeks gods can not have his grandson because he belongs to him now!

Sullivan will be the best, bestest grandfather ever! He won’t just leave the poor boy to fend for himself like the Greeks do! If the boy is even a Greek demigod, anyways! But either way, his new grandchild will be well taken care of!

However, as Sullivan teleported to where the boy lived, he wrinkled his nose when he came to a fifty apartment with beer bottles and cans and rotting food all over the counter tops and floors.

Then, Sullivan turned away and entered the bedroom that belonged to his youngest grandson. And all Sullivan felt was rage. A great white fire spread through his veins, his eyes darkening and his pupils dilating dangerously as his claws lengthening and sharpening and his wings unfurling, casting on ominous shadow as he saw the mortal, who was his youngest grandson’s stepfather punch and kick his grandson. His grandson, who was wheezing and gasping from pain as black and blue marked most of his exposed tan skin.

Sullivan didn’t waste a moment to yank the human off from his grandson, already reveling in his screams as his claws were already bruising the human’s throat like the dark purple ring around his grandson’s throat that he saw.

And, oh, his poor grandson was just whimpering and trembling, not even noticing that his attacker stopped.

Sullivan might be a demon, but even he knew children were species and needed to be protected, and this mortal just beat his grandson like he was worth nothing!

Sullivan’s magic exploded from him. The world went still and silent other than Lord Sullivan, and this human called Gabe Ugliano, as time was completely stopped around them.

“You dare harm what is mine!” Sullivan growled at the human, not caring for when his ears started bleeding when the human heard his demonic voice.

Notes:

Here's another crossover! It seems that both Iruma and Percy will be receiving more care in the demon realms than the human realm.

These fledglings were hurt by the world, and now they'll receive the care and love they deserve.

Next Part

[alex-the-bard]

FUCKING KILL YOURSELF. EVERYONE HATES YOU. YOU WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING. KILL. YOURSELF. FUCK YOU FAGGOT WHORE.

STOPITPLEASE

[go-erika-bost-world]

No! Ma figurati!... Non siamo mica stufi di questa situazione... Non vediamo tutti l'ora di proseguire con queste restrizione anche per Aprile e oltre!... #staystrong #stopitplease #moodoftheday #coffeeonthego #coffeevibes #coffeetime https://www.instagram.com/p/CM4QsZcphFP/?igshid=umirw9hvtj3c

[whathefuckingever]

me when reiner was talking shit about the others

[sets-yu-gurl]

Iiiiiiiiii'm getting sick of this...

These are all porn bots that I blocked in the course of two days.

@staff are you actually trying?

[brooklyn-maru]

🙏🏿🙏🏾🙏🏽🙏🏼🙏🏻🙏 Jesus let us pray for those who trespass the threshold of superhero costume and normal . #monobrowaslookingbishhhh #stopitplease #cutthemdown (at Best Exotic. Jewerly.Bags.Gifts.Accessories.)

[bangtanvirus13]

♠✨♠

[maymay-bandaids-blog]

Please

S t op

[beykhabarr]

You know what I don’t like? When people make offensive and demeaning 'jokes' and then when they are called out they hit back with 'I was only joking, you’re way too sensitive or good ol' you got no chill" Like I am the one who is supposed to be okay with my insecurities being made fun on in public? Lol no sir.

#stopitplease #bodyshamingisnotfunny #imsad

[confessionsofasparrow]

The face I make when one more person brings sweets to the office #nosabotage #notgoingtoeatit #stopitplease #nomore #allergictosweets 😹

[letmefinallybe]

Leaving.

Some sort of familiarity with this word is so frightening yet so so settling. 

Ive grown up leaving. Every year in school was always me being the new kid, me trying to find my crowd, me finally letting people in and then me leaving.

It was like everything was constantly temporary.

best friends. lovers. family. neighbors. always leaving. 

has it made me stronger?

Or has it made me latch on to things so much because I know they all leave in the end? 

[dragonballzarmy]

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[ask-the-giant-septic-egos]

I-i-its for his a-a- anxiety y- you p-prick!! G-G-GIVE IT BACK!!!!

(I can safely say, Anti is going to be a fucking dick for this portion of the event)

Anti looked down at them for a moment before his grin got larger, he immediately put the cloth in his mouth and began tearing at it, which made Eric shriek out and try to squirm his way out from the giant’s grasp “STOP! STOPITPLEASE! TH...THAT....THAT WAS...” He couldn’t form proper sentences at this point, he broke down, he was now only crying and sobbing

[jajna]

Kodas mom, your being a disaster for your kids. Please stop it. Koda is crumbling with nerves and demons. FOr you own good stopitplease

mom... plz, stop....

[theirmercy-a]

darkness is the first thing he sees, the only thing he can name in that moment. there’s nothing else, nothing to see nor touch-- he feels like floating, lost in a blur of unrecognized feelings and darkness.

it’s dark, too dark already, and somehow it seems the darkness keeps growing bigger and bigger, darker and darker and it’s just impossible, isn’t it. something... something is wrong wrong wrong. it’s terrifying, and he’s scared. that one is easy to identify amongst everything else going on within him. fear feels like an old friend. it’s familiar, and he just clings to it and he doesn’t let go. he allows it to consume him inch by inch because it’s easier.

the pain strikes next, louder and deeper than the fear. it’s raw, consuming, burning and twisting him from the inside out. he screams, calls out for help, for someone to just make it stop but his voice is gone. instead there are others around, hushed whispers and desperate words cutting through the darkness every now and then, coming from faces he can’t see.

                                h̷̜̺̣̰͙̟͐͛͗ͥ̏̓̑p̧̠̫̞̗͉̌̌̏̌̎̈́̋͑                  ☟☜ 👍✌☠🕯❄ 👎✋☜       l̡̩̻̹̤̙͈̺̜̩͋͐̃͂ͪ͟o͚̗͓̳ͪͮͮ̔̈́̒͂ͪ̚̕s͔͋ͩ̽ͤ̊ͤ̂́i̱̓ͭ̀͟͞ņ̳͉͎̳̫͕̹̗̪̂ͪ̂͂͑̏g̦̲͙̹̯̦̦ͪ͆̏̔̉̕̕ ̨̼̳͕͖̮̠ͥ́͆͠s̨̈ͤ̈̚͜҉͎̩̮̠̰̮͍ͅư̸̢̘͈͖̲͍͙͈̎ͭ̅͑ͥb̴͔͍͔̫͙̀ͥ̊ͬͅj̣̬͕ͦ͊̇e̒̐̆̓͋͗͢͏̙̬̙̰̹ć̛̲̳̒ͫͬt̺̮̱͖͈͇ͭ̆́͢͝                                       ͈̭͓̼̖͓̣̏̓͢f̵͔͖̩̔̐ͣ̄a̛̜̠͛ͤ͞l̢̀ͣ͆͑͌ͮ͂ͮ҉̰̻̩̣͉̱͢l̡̪̥̠̮͂͂̄ͪ̉̽͘i̙̱̱̇ͤ̎̽͐ͦ̉͊̕n̠̗̣͔̞̹̥̾͠g͛̋̐͏̧͉̬͚                     ͫͯ̒͡͏̻̫̠͉͎̳͔h͎̞ͪͫẻ̋͆ͩ̂ͦ̚͏̩͚̥͚͍'̵̯͇̯̘̘̿̉͊s̨̤̖̦͓͓ͤ̉ͪ̓̊̽̇ͥ̿ͅ ̷̵̟̥̥̰̟̰̞͈̊̓ͭ͆u̟̙̗ͩͤ͑ͨͥͯ̀n̝̟̞͈̠̺͚̬ͤ͑͒̐ͯș̴̟̠̻͎͚̳͚̑͘ẗ̴̤̭̠͕͒ͬͭ̃́̚ȃ̆ͪͣ͆ͧ̓̽͏̱͔̟̳ͅb̢̰̹̺̗̗͈̮͖̓̄͂l̛͍̱̝̭͔̈͂͒͊ͨͅė̱̟̙̩͙̇̅̐ͣͧ̚                                                         😐☜☜🏱 ☝⚐✋☠☝           stopitplease  n̟͉̮̖͌͋̍̚̕͟o̼͖̫̗̳͕͎̝̬ͪ̽͒͗́̾͜t̳͔̣̖̱̦̎̊ͣͤ͗̇͋̑͌͞͞h̨̢͍̓̌͒ͩ̋͝ĩ҉̘n̨̧͍̖̪̯͓͎̥͂̉͜ḡ͔̪̃̓̍͛           🕈☜ ☠☜☜👎 💣⚐☼☜ 🏱❄             ṫ̮̰͉͓̾̈ö͖͍̭͇͈o̫̺̤̳̐̐ͤ͗̃ ͓͎͈̣̐̃̌w̼͍̙̳͇̣͆̅̈́̿͆ͅe͕̊ͤả̐̽ͩ̈́̓ͤk͓̬̀́ͧͩ́ͯ          ̭̬͓ͧ̏̾̍ͮ̿̆̚̕͟w̶͓̹̻͕͂͒ͩͫ̀̋̆̂̚͠ḙ̛̩̭͚̹͍̦̎̓̅ͫͪ ̧̣̝̖̺̮ͫͮͪ̍͋͑̽c̴̙̜̜̼̲ͧ͝͞ͅa̓͒ͥ̔ͮ͏͈̦̟̱̘͢n̿ͧͥ͏̞̻ ͇̮͇̟̟̹̞̬̜̉͊ͧ͟d̵̲̥̞̥̮̩̟̩̒ͦ͊͒͋͒͢o̠̬̯̔ͥ̀̾̔͘͢     pleasemakeitstop g̷̶̻͔͉̘̳̬̔̃̊̄͋̔̎̅͢͠͞o̴̯̪͍̖̻̓̋͊̽ͤ͊ͥͣ͋̊͠n̑͌̉̀͏̡̛̰̭̟͇͢e̮͓͈̙͓͖̰̯̠ͨ̍̐̃̎ͧͨͤ̈̌̑̎ͨ̚͟͠͝r̃̂ͥͪ̚͏̴̞͖̝̖̼͙͕̪̞̗̰̼̭̩̯͙̹̕͟                                           ̳͂ͨ̀ͮp̭̫̻̫ͨ͛̊͊̊͒̒r͑o͎͙̣̮͓͔j̪͈̦͔̜ͧͅͅe͕̙̤͋͆̿̚ͅc̙͐t̮̙̱̹̰ͬ̑̋ͣ̈̊̐                   ✡⚐🕆 👍✌☠ 👎⚐ ✋❄                                                       ̫̙̜͕̮͈̀ͯͤ͗̓̽ͅc͎̈́ͮ͊̅͗o̳̮ͦm̺̙͉p̬r̓ͮͭ̅͊̚ͅo͕̫̯͇̽ͬ̌̈́m͇i��͚͍̩͖͓̭s̒e̪͎̙̟͚̤͓̓d͙͙̥ͣ͐͆̆͑̎

his attention finally, finally shifts at something else for a blessed second, pain and never-ending confusion all but forgotten when he feels something shattering within him, and he feels like his very soul simply ceased to exist for a long, dreadful second. no more voices, no more broken whispers or ghost-like, too-soft-to-be-real touches. it’s just him and the darkness again. it’s disturbing, and he’s all alone and he hates it. he dreads it.

drip                                     something’s dripping             w͍̠͕͎̹̪̭ͧ̽̆ą̸͚̼̤̝̝̗͔̈ͬ͌͛r̍̆̽҉̵̯͝m̢̨̺̳̎̽̅͌̆     drip                                 running down his face                      b̻̬͍͕̿́̂̍͂͢r̸̠̝͔̄̐̌ͬͦ̅͟o̺̼͇̖̼̩̹͊ͯͧ͒ͅḱ̎̋́҉̻̩̖̠̘̕e̪̹͚̖̭̜͔͚ͬͭ̅̆̒̌͝nͪ̽̀͏̢̛̺̮         drip                     behind and from his eyesockets                               t̢͕̠̍͐̂̎ͦ͆͝ō͖̣̦̹͗̇ͣ́o̰̳͚͉̻̣͛ͪ͛ͧ̀́̕̕ ̳͕̮̝̦̘͉̺̒̐̀́l̜̍̒̚͜a̴̩̘͂̉ͤ͌͗͒ͬ́t̩͇̱͔̗̆̾̓͜e̯̲̺̒̀̕͢

and then the pain comes back in a jolt, without a warning. it simply hits him deeper than ever and it keeps pushing, ripping him apart, intensifying more and more and more until his world is nothing but a sea of unbearable, maddening pain and he can’t take it anymore he can’t pleªsejustmªkeitstopsomeºnehelpmepleªseplease!!

an explosion torns his world apart, rips the threads of the darkness and he finds himself jolting awake, irrational fear still clinging to his soul as if to keep it together and safe, to keep it from falling apart like it’s just happened not a second ago. the pain vanishes in a beat of his figurative heart (that’d be pounding out of his chest if he’s got one, that’s for sure), but the sensation of it is still there--marring his very being like an ugly scar that’s never healed and never will.

when he comes back to his senses, a giant hole in his room is what greets him--that, and a blaster quietly floating too close, its cold snout touching his sweaty cheek like it’s trying to hide what he’s just done and maybe to offer him some kind of comfort he can’t accept right now. he doesn’t talk when papyrus comes in to check on the mess, nor when his little brother takes him into his too long arms and stays with him for what seems to be hours.

he just sits there and cries quietly into papyrus’ scarf-- but it doesn’t help. it never helps, it never will.

he can’t do this anymore. he can’t.