Soooo, turns out that after a very long time of trying, I was finally able to do something I never experienced, dying. Sweet, blissful death. Thought it was the end but noooooo...I just had to be reborn into a messed up world full of gods, angels, fallen angels, demons, exorcists and a lot of fucked up individuals...sigh...I hate my life.

The supernatural have always lived in secret, separating themselves from the lives of ordinary mortals, hiding from them. ..all of them except a green eyed dark haired boy. Percy Jackson isn't your average mortal. He has a certain condition that makes others discriminate him, a powerful ability ordinary people take for granted. He can see them...he can see through the mist...

He's a fugitive. A fugitive demigod. A fugigod. He left his world behind,forced to let go of what defined him so that he could protect those he cared about. Now,he lives his life trying to attract as little attention as possible,but all that comes crashing down when he crosses paths with a red haired devil.