It was at that moment that he had realised what a pain the fates truly could be; something he would never wisely admit out loud, lest they overhear. They didn't act how normal mortals would've. They didn't have this ignorant look in their eyes when he randomly rambled on about his family's utter incompetence to function regularly, when uttered words which were confusingly succinct. Their eyes were ripe with distinction and filled with complete curiosity, absorbing boundless information in the words he spoke. The young demigod makes residency in New Orleans, a death filled destination which ensures unending endeavours that one would rather avoid. PJO oc crossover fan fiction with The Originals.