Hey everyone, Dios here. I'm going to be redoing the entire The Three Gorgon's story line. It really didn't make much sense, and it seemed like I was rambling. So I decided to scrap the original story, and replace it with a different one. Don't worry however, the main character will still be Segador. i just want to make him less of a regular demigod, and more of a son of Death. I made him too happy and oblivious. I also made Thanatos too... warm. I'm going to turn them both to their true selves. Cold, calculated, and surround by death. So here is the new revised version of The Three Gorgons. Hope it suits your fancy. The time is two years after the giant war. Italics mean actions and sounds.
Disclaimer: DiosSegador9898 doesn't own Percy Jackson and the Olympian and it's person is Rick Riordan. I only own the main OC Segador and the plot.
I walked down the dark New York alley way, fully aware of the presence following me. I didn't turn around, but just stood there and waited twisting the ring in my right absent mindedly. I pulled my black hood over my face even more, covering my white hair completely.
"Hey sugar, want to have a good time?" a seductive female voice said behind me. Target found.
"Depends who's asking?" I asked in my usual cold voice, not turning around. I breathed in a deep breath.
"Why me sugar." said the voice. "Why don't you turn around so I can see that delicious face of yours. I won't bite... much." she purred. Now most guys over the age of fifteen would've turned around and embraced whatever was behind me. But not me, I knew what she really was. A smile formed under my bandaged face, and I turned around. The woman hissed when her red eyes met my golden ones. I will never get tired of that part, the way monsters cringe at the sight of me.
"What are you doing here Death brood?" the woman hissed. Now that I've turned around I finally knew what she looked like. She was twentyish, and beautiful. She had a very voluminous top portion, and long flowing hair. But I knew underneath that beautiful disguise was a monster with a donkey and bronzed leg, with fiery wild hair and long canine fangs ready to taste the blood of unsuspecting mortal men. She was an empusa a monster feared my men of all ages, the old legends that created the myths of vampires. She was too be feared, but right now her face was full of fear. And I laughed at it.
"To kill you my dear. Too many souls have gone to the underworld by your hand, and it's time the same happened for you." I said rather poetically, or in my ears it was poetic. Then I twisted my ring fully around, and my scythe materialized in my right hand. I readied it, and got into a fighting stance. The scythe hanging over my shoulders, and my legs slightly bent.
"Well first you'll have to catch me first." she taunted, before running at me and darting behind me. I mentally yawned. This was going to be easy. She slashed at me with her claws, but I blocked it with my scythe's shaft. I twisted it, and the empusa was thrown into a trash dump. Her head hit the metal and she slid down. When she came to however my foot was planted on her chest and was keeping her from getting up. She tried to squirm out, but my size eight skate shoe held her down. She then looked at me straight in my eyes. Her red eyes trying to over power my golden ones.
"Lift your foot." she purred seductively. I didn't move an inch. "Move your foot." she demanded. I still didn't move. I looked her straight in the eyes again, and then her eyes just widened. She must've just seen how many of her kind I've killed, and seen why I couldn't be controlled. She was about to speak again, but one sweep of my scythe cut her off. She let out an unearthly screech before she exploded into golden dust. I flicked it off my scythe before turning back into a ring. Then I spread my black feathered wings on my back and flew to the nearest roof top to get away from the prying eyes of the mortals.
It took no less than two minutes before a single mortal man came by to check what that unearthly yell came from. He didn't see anything of interest, and left. I spread my wings again, and took off to find the nearest thing that could create a mist. I found it in the form of a broken sprinkler making a good sized mist. I pulled out a golden coin called a drachma and threw it into the rainbow.
"Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, accept my offering." I chanted then threw the drachma into the mist. "Show me my father Thanatos, god of death." The rainbow disappeared and showed what looked like a a now destroyed city. And my father floating above it, his large black wings keeping him aloft. He turned around and his golden irises met mine, and he smiled at me. His face a literal perfection on what normal men would want to look like.
"Ah son, did you finish the mission." He asked. Yeah, no are you alright or how are you. Just straight to business. To some people it may sound insensitive, but in my family it was how things worked. However I wouldn't be lieing if I said sometimes I wished if he did ask me that. But I usually shrugged off feelings, it's how it get's people in our family killed.
"Yes father, the empusa has been slain." I said. He nodded. "Good after you've rested up, I want you to go to a place called Camp Half-Blood, it's a secluded valley near Long Island sound. I need you to check on something there for me. Tell the camp director, Chiron, that your my son and that you'll be staying in my cabin for the duration of you stay."
"What should I look for while I'm there?" I asked.
"I want you to see the oracle of Delphi. Since it's almost summer break for mortal teens she should be going coming there in a few days. I want you to talk to her. She will have a quest for. Accept it. Understand?" My father asked me.
"Yes father." I said again then swept my hand through the mist to cut off the message. So let me explain a few things before I go on however. First of all my name is Segador Dios and I'll explain my situation the same way my father told me. I'm the mortal son of a Greek god, and I'm called either a half-blood, demigod, or hero depending on who's talking. As for the god who sired me, his name is Thanatos the Greek god of Death, and the border guard for the underworld. The Greek version of an afterlife. And as his son it's my job to bring back (kill) escaped spirits, or find out what monster keeps killing too many mortals and kill it. Right now the monster I had just killed was an empusa, or in today's langue a female vampire. She seduced and killed too many men, so my father sent me to kill her. Since I'm about fifteen right now, I'd say I've been training in the underworld for about nine years, and killing monsters for the other six.
Now most children of the gods, would be left alone and live in the mortal world to survive, but not me. You see my mother was killed literally right after I was born. When my father heard about it, he brought me to the underworld and trained me. For nine years I've trained to kill without hesitation. The years I've spent in the underworld has killed what little emotion I would ever have, save sarcasm, anger, arrogance, and a sick sense of humor. Courtesy of my father. Add the fact that I have my teen version of a perfect face that stuns people (literally) covered in bandages, black bird wings, strange white hair, and unsettling golden irises (again courtesy of my father) would've labeled me a freak in the mortal for the last six years I've either been tracking down escaped souls or monsters, having no true form of social interaction. And now getting an order to visit a camp full of people like me has got me wondering what to do. I just shrugged and flew to my make shift camp, a church bell tower. I leaned against the nearest stone column and slid down it. I used my wings to cover my thin yet strong body and fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning hungry as usual, but since killing monsters doesn't give you a source of income I couldn't buy food. So I did the next best thing, look for the nearest gas station and steal a few donuts or something. I unfurled my wings and flew into a nearby ally way. I looked at my appearal, black jeans, black skater shoes, black t-shirt, and a unzipped black hoodie. I pulled the hood over my face, and I curdled my wings against my body, and walked out of the comforting shadows. I walked with my head down so they couldn't see the bandages. I walked a while until I saw out of the corner of my eye a connivance store. I walked in and instantly went to the back corner of the store to where they kept their pastries. I kept my back to the camera's and covered the entire pastry shelf with my coat. I took two donuts and a bear claw and hid them in my coat pockets. After that I walked out of the shop, and into the nearest alley. I unfurled my wings and high enough so anybody who was looking up thought I was bird or something and I flew in the direction of Long Island sound. I pulled the donut out of my pocket and started eating it. I did that to the other one, and the bear claw, I was reasonably full after that and flew in silence.
If I where to pick one thing about my messed up life to like, it would have to be the flying. Sure it's a pain in the ass to hide the wings, but it's worth it to just soar in the air without any worries whatsoever. It's nice to just fly and forget everything happening around me. Eventually I flew over Long Island Sound and saw a valley with a strawberry farm. "Is that the place?" I thought. Then was immediately shot out of the sky was a fire ball. I swerved out of the way, and looked down. I saw a copper scaled dragon encircling a tree. It had it's mouth open and about to shoot another fire ball. This time I dive bombed downward and out landed. The dragon launched another fire ball, and I hid behind a rock. "This must be the place." I thought. Then I heard a loud war horn being blown in the distance. I looked over my cover, and saw a bunch of teenagers running through the farm. They were all yelling, and hefting up what looked like celestial bronze weapons. "Okay now I'm sure this is the place." I thought, then a fireball hit the rock again. I jumped out a sprinted past the dragon, my wings tucked firmly against my back. The dragon tried to take a bite out of me, but I vaulted over it's out stretched head. When I got into the camp however I was surprised to see a hundred teenagers, some my age and some younger, weapons at the ready all pointed at me. "Yup, definetly half-bloods." I thought.
"Truce?" I asked, holding my hands up like a surrender, and hanging my head low so they wouldn't see my face. All the while feeling the steely glare the dragon was giving to me.
"Who are you, and how did you get through Pelues?" A girl's voice asked me.
"I'm going on a limb here, and say the dragon's name is Pelues?" I said arrogantly. Yup, my personality is a real brunette scowled at me.
"Yes the dragon's name is Pelues. Now answering me, who in Hades are you?" she asked her voice still steely calm. I instantly knew she wasn't the leader. Just an acting one. I looked up and saw many of their faces where still caring varying amounts of sleep, and their armor was half hazardously put on. Some still had their pajamas on still. I looked around to see the girl who spoke and saw her. She was tall for a girl. She also had long brown hair, and a deep brown dark eyes. She held what looked like a Greek a standard Greek sword, and a Greek standard shield. She had no armor, save a bronze breast plate that covered a green camisole. However the only thing that interested me was her shield standard. A Nike swoosh was painted on it. That meant either she was a child of Nike, or that she really loved the sport brand.
"Well that's not a proper way to ask someone what there doing." I stated, again, arrogantly. The girl scowled at me, but her fellow campers where shifting side to side. I was pretty sure none of them had ever seen an actual human figure actually talk back to another half blood. Then I heard a trot of hooves. All the campers turned around and cleared the way. After they did that, I saw what made them move. It was a centaur. However unlike most of them I've seen (sadly I've seen a lot) he was calmer, and more regal than his brethren. He seemed a lot older too. Maybe it was the beard, beards make anyone look older. I also noticed a bow and quiver hanging on his back. Then the centaur spoke.
"Who are you half-blood, and whose your godly parent?" the centaur asked, his voice sounding like a stereotypical history teacher.
"Well for one such as noble as you I will answer." I said, getting another glare from the girl. Yup just slaying them. "My name is Segador Nekros, I was sent here by my father. Thanatos, the god of Death." I said with a bow. I should do theatrics... If I ever go to school. Then I heard a collective gasps of from the campers. Mostly from the younger ones. I looked up, and was surprised to see even Chiron was surprised. I didn't think anything could surprise the centaur.
"Campers back to your usual activities." Chiron commanded.
"But-" the brunette started, but was cut off by Chiron. "Now." he stated, and all then campers left. "We," Chiron started "Have to talk."
Cliffhanger! Yeah I dared to go there. Also a really big sorry to Roma Vivit who wanted to read the original story. Again, this is a revised version of the story so it's supposed to be different. I'm actually going to try to stick to a story line here so bare with me. Also if there are any spelling, grammar, or punctuation mistakes please tell me. And just so we're clear Segador's personality is like his father's. Snarky, sarcastic, arrogant, and sometimes cold. Till the next chapter everyone.