Light's wrath
He ran. His eyes concentrating on the light, getting caught would defiantly mean certain death but the young demigod did not care he would do anything to escape this infernal hell with the fragile girl that rested on his aching back.
The light got closer as the demigod stumbled his balance off put by the extra weight of the scrawny girl he was carrying. Scars on his mutilated back reopened as he tensed his muscles so the demigoddess would not hit the rock that stretched as far as the eye could see. The demigod let put a whimper of pain as his blood was smeared into the girls clothes staining them as struggled to keep his balance. As he regained his footing he paused to give his aching feet a moment of respite. He looked down at his mutilated lumps of flesh that used to be his feet they were scared and bloody from him treading on razor-like rocks as he ran barefoot.
There was silence except from the raggedy breathing from the deathly pale girl on his back who hung to him as if he was her lifeline. The silence was broken by a roar of rage that was heard from far behind the half god pair that spurred on the boy as he ran ignoring the pain of more scars on his aching body opening. he smirked at the thought of the titan lord when he found the empty chains next to the piles of black gung that used to be the demigods captors.
A hellhound the size of a tank emerged from a shadow to step in the way of the demigods path its silver teeth bared. Only for the last thing its blood red eyes to see was the young demigod raising his arms to emit a bolt of lightning that flew towards the hound.
The demigod kept running his body now fuelled by hope as the light got closer. Just as he was no more than 50 feet away from the light a colossus of darkness raising to block his path. Its deep unworldly voice boomed "you shall not pass scum" as he rose his shadowy hands to point at the demigod .
The hero's heart sank as all the hope left his body. There was no way that he could defeat this being he could literally feel the power radiating off of the giant; he started to sink to his knees but just as he was about to completely give up. He felt something soft slide into his hand. Looking down he saw his hand entwined with the hand of his companion he turned to face her. his eyes met her kaleidoscope ones they seemed to be pleading with him. Even when she was pale and borderline death Piper McLean was still the most beautiful thing he had ever layer eyes on.
Her choppy brown hair that was messed up and stained with blood some hers and some his along with her thin body that was wasting from malnourishment and the fact that she was deadly pale from blood lost. Did nothing to affect the way he saw her. Just the sight of her filled him with a new feeling; one of determination he could not give up now not when they were so close he had to do this not only for himself but for Piper and all there friends in the world above that were preparing to fight against the primordial Gaia.
He felt his body fill with defiance he would not die here he would defeat this monstrosity and continue to the world above to be reunited with his family and friends. He rose to his feet keeping his kept his head lowered but tensed his body waiting for the precise moment to strike. The sentinel of shadows rose his head and roared in laughter " What is this? Defiance? What chance do you little demigod scum stand against I, Moros primordial God of doom?" he growled in a mocking tone. He spoke again this time with a tone of curiosity "but I am curious demigod who are you to challenge me?".
The demigod took this as his cue tensing his muscles to the point that all his old scars reopened causing him to grimace in pain pushing the pain to the back of his mind he rose his head. His eyes glowing white like stars the primordial felt a sliver of fear creep in to his heart he had seen those eyes before and he did not like them. A sadistically smile slid on to the demigods face. " I am the champion of Hemera the primordial goddess of day and I will not be denied by a weakling such as you"
The demigod leapt with Pipers body still on his body but this did not affect him as he flew up and straight at the face of the god of doom. His hands burst in to balls of white flame as he punched the primordial before he had time to react flooring the colossal being. The demigod landed on the chest of the shadow giant's chest and raised his hands summoning chains of light that rose to wrap around the gods body searing his flesh and securing him to the ground.
One of the chains wrapped around the gods head and slammed it off the floor. The primordial's consciousness slipped and his vision started to go black as he reverted to human size. He was jerked back into his proper frame of mind by an excruciating pain from his chest he tried to aces his powers but found he could not and instead tried to struggle against his bonds. He felt his energy leave him as he was forced to lay still.
A sense of doom filled him. "How pathetic a god fearing his own domain" the demigod sadistically smirked. The primordial struggled to turn his head and look at the demigod that had gone from broken and fragile to a rage worthy of a primordial.
"Help me…. Please I will owe you my life I swear on the Styx" the weakening primordial whimpered. The demigod just smiled in a way that made the blood of the primordial run cold it was the smile of a maniac. "sorry but I do not require your services Moros; your powers on the other hand will come in very useful." The demigod raises his hand that had a lump of something in its grasp the demigod spoke again this time his voice cold and without humour. " And to be quite honest with you I don't think I could put this back if I tried" as he spoke he gestured to his hand.
With a shock Morbus realised that it was a heart; a heart that was still beating and spraying ichor over the demigod's front. The sense of doom that had started early completely consumed Moros now. The god looked down at his chest to see a fist sized hole in his chest where his heart should have been. Moros was floored by the revelation that followed it was his heart.
Using the last of his energy he turned to look at his killer who smirked. Raising the heart in his right hand he crushed it. Ichor stained his right hand; an orb of power left the heart and entered the hero. As this happened Moros felt his last strand of life leaving him. He slowly closed his eyes as he felt his body begin to flicker.
The hero looked down at the eyes of his enemy and even with the urgency to get out of Tartarus he felt the urge to stay and share the last moment of this ancient beings existence. The roman praetor inside of him took over he admired the god had accepted his fate even though he had asked for help. The demigod bent down over his fallen foe and grabbed his hand. In Latin he spoke his voice firm but kind " you have fallen in battle; therefore honouring your ancestors may death sweep you to a better place to be reunited with the others who have fallen in combat" the primordial looked up at the demigod and nodded in imprecation to the young warrior before he went still.
The demigod rose and pointed his ichor stained hand at the body of the primordial. The body burst into dust that rose in a cloud that descended on the warrior to be absorbed through the scars of the warrior's body. The demigod closed his eyes in pain suddenly he threw them open in a roar of pain and for a second the eyes of the hero were pure black.
Regaining his composure the demigod champion of Hemera started to run again this time his body was aching but was so filled with adrenaline and newly absorbed power that even the extra weight that was Piper did not bother him as he got closer he sprinted the last 40 feet he emerged from the gloom that was Tartarus. On to a luscious green mountainside with a sparkling blue lake that was being supply by a brook that gurgled down off of a rocky outcliff. Laying Piper down on the grass gently he turned to face the way that he had just exited. The doors of death. Inside the gloom beyond the doors he could see lights from fires far away but from the way they danced across the darkness he could tell they were moving towards him.
The young demigod knew what was needed to close these doors rubbing his left hand along his bleeding back and raising the ichor stained one he grabbed a door with each hand and pulled. The doors creaked as he slowly forced them shut. Ignoring the waves of agony that rolled up and down his body. He used his last ounce of strength to smash the doors shut. As he did the ichor and bloody handprints that he left on the door glowed as the door was sealed with the blood of a mortal and the ichor of an immoral.
Slowly walking over to where he left Piper the demigod heard something smashing on the other side of the doors but he did not care the doors were sealed. He collapsed to his knees and slowly dragged himself to the lake he was so tempted to take a drink of the water. To let it run down his desert of a throat but to feel so good. He shook the thought from his head "Piper first then I can fulfil my own selfish needs . He stood up returning to Pipers side with his hands cupped behind her back he lifted her bridal style and carried her to the waters edge.
He spoke "Piper wake up" shaking her gently he managed to awaken her from the slumber of fatigue. As she opened her eyes she saw the water; her eyes widened as she tried to reach for it but was too weak to move. "Its okay" the hero spoke gently as he propped Piper up against him and brought his hands full of water up to her dry lips she drank greedily and he repeated the process in till she was completely satisfied.
Piper looked at him with eyes full of joy and happiness that they had escaped. "go to sleep I'll take the nights watch; I'll catch something for us to eat tommorow" she nodded her mouth still to dry to talk; she lay down on the grass. The hero stood up not bothering with a fire it was a warm, pleasant evening in Greece but to the hero and his companion it was the best night of them all they had finally escaped the living hell that was Tartarus.
He walked down to the lake and took a drink from its fresh water. When he was finished he sat down and thought of what his friends would think of the changes he had to go through to make sure that he and Piper survived Tartarus. Shaking these thought from his head he waded knee deep in to the water and in the dying light of the sunset he inspected himself. His skin was pale and scarred, he had a reopened raw scar running from his cheek across his lip and his hair was stained in ichor but the thing that stood out the most were his eyes. They had specs of sky blue and shadow black in them, a ring of orange flowed around the edge of his pupil like molten larva.
He compared his eyes to what they used to be. The eyes before he jumped in to Tartarus and became the demon he was now. He compared the eyes of a demon to the eyes of a hero.
To the sea green eyes that used to be his. The eyes of Perseus Jackson.