It had taken him along time to understand the riddle his mother had left him with 'sing to the stone and descend to the throne of bone' that and a map that marked this random spot in central park. Two years one to figure out the Greek myths where real and another to understand the riddle that supposedly led to his father.
Seven years old now he entered his own version of the agoge and this one began with a song.
hopeless she lies across the stairs
haunting your days, consuming your prayers
there will be healing but don't force this girl to stand
as she's counting the ceilings with pale voice and trembling hands
The stone started to move pieces shifting and rising.
you told me life was long
but now thats its gone
you find yourself on top as leader of the flock
called to be a rock for those below
He could see through the crack.
whispered notes from the piano in the corner of the room
hold your throat, is that healing that you hear in her tune
wanted change but loving her just as she lies
is the burden of a man who's built his life on love
The stone was opening inch by inch larger and larger with each second. His fingers flickered across the instrument in tune with his voice making it seam as though there where many.
You told me life was long
but now that its gone
you find yourself on top as leader of the flock
called to be a rock for those below
It was open but looked ready to crumble one final verse.
I'll be locked up and stored in the lavender ward 'cause my mind is just like hers'
just as broken just as crippled just as burned
and then I find myself on top as leader of the flock
called to be a rock for those below
There was a perfect arch but to rush in eyes open would result in death so he closed his eyes and dragged his hand along the walls touch would be his ally. Though he fell and stumbled upon the rocks inside he did not give up instead walking on dragging himself through the pain even when wet blood trickled down his leg he did not so much as take a glance keeping his eyes firmly shut until he felt no more stone to his left or right.
A smirked flickered on his face for only a moment and he opened his eyes. To his left was a golden land beautiful and pure elysium. Directly in front was a huge field of nothing really asphodel. And to his right a land of bloody torture and pain fire raging as people where burnt alive this held his interest and unlike many it was not from fear no he didn't fear much these days only thunder and lightning even this he could control.No his eyes searched for one man in particular there there Gabriel Ugliano the man who started this.
Four years prior he had come to their home drunk and angry the world got darker than a year after that Gabe first attacked Percy beating him and braking a rib. Six months later he got out a knife. Three months after that he did something at the time Percy only knew made his hips sore. A month later he invited friends to do so as well and two months after that his mother saw what they where doing and tried to stop them she was fling back they advanced upon her she begged someone kept asking for Hades to save her. A storm came she soon realized this was not help she screamed at Percy under her bed a loose board the key to his father was there.
A light blinding and white not much of the place survived his mothers bedroom just barely he had crawled in the and pried open the wood inside was a piece of paper on one side a map the other a clue.
Percy may have been five when this started but he was smart than even smarter now and stronger to faster he had beat many of the beasts that came for him with his mind more than his hands.
But none of that history mattered now as he looked upon the writhing burning bastard he smiled a grim sadistic smile and walked on. Thinking back mayhaps that storm was help it did free her from her pain at least.
Walking up Perseus pushed upon the doors walking in he knelt before the king it was summer so the Queen was out "Who enters the land of Hadesowithout his permission"."I am Perseus Jackson son of Sally Jackson and I think you"."I remember a Sally but you could not possibly be my child you're aura is barely powerful enough to be some minor gods child even an Olympian would be well beyond the range of possibility"."what no my mother gave me a map and a riddle it says descend to the throne of bone she screamed your name as she was killed begging for help I have spent years trying to figure this out you are the only possibility there is no one else who it could be".
Perseus was frantic at this point if he had failed at this then what else was there really if he couldn't even complete his mothers final wish than he could do nothing.
Hades rose the god could see underworldly power in him just nowhere near enough to be his at most he might just be Thanatos's child and so he called the reaper he to ask "Thanatos old friend would this be your child". Death turned to face Perseus who had fallen to his knees in sorrow "Hades he looks like one of yours very weeker than normal but still definitely yours he even looks quite like you milord"."its impossible for one so weak to be my childibut if you insist what do we do with him"." I could use some help rounding up souls and even if you deny him being your son you can't deny he is of the underworld one thing all demigods from here can do is touch souls".
Hades nodded a few times thinking about it "fine but you're training him along with anyone else who wants to waste their time for now though he needs some form of title to go with his responsibilities to the underworld and maybe we will send him on other types of mission if he survives your training which I doubt you can pick the title"."maybe ambassador if you intend for him to do more than just soul retrieval missions".
Hades gave a sagely nod "I like it".
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