Four Horsemen of Chaos

Chapter 1: What Happened

Conquest POV

This was supposed to be one peaceful night. But alas, it was not. Being married to one of the best women in my life for fifty years wasn't enough to keep me away from those nightmares. We were sleeping on our king sized bed, until I felt memories of that day from a hundred years ago return to me.

Flashback

"Perseus Orion Jackson! You stand accused of treason!" Zeus boomed. No wonder most of them have been glaring at me. A certain duo of skyspawns stood up from their seats in anger.

"Father! This is madness!" Thalia yelled.

"There's no justice in what you're doing!" Jason agreed.

"SILENCE! For your insolence, you two, Thalia Cassandra Grace, and Jason Caesar Grace, will be disowned and executed alongside Jackson!" the sky god roared arrogantly. My ex-father, Poseidon, pushed them to my side.

"I deem you unworthy of Riptide." he snorted, causing the sword to fly out of my hands and into HIS hands. My own half brother, Jake Riker. He thinks he's the best in the world just for killing a hellhound (WITH MY HELP). Somehow, he turned everyone but a few against me. He even got Clarisse, Will (what?!) and many others to turn me into a beatdown target, etc. Final straw? Annab**** cheating on me for him. She never loved me. She just used me for her own selfish reasons.

"Anyone objecting their execution?" Zeus asked.

Nico, Piper, Hazel, Reyna, Hylla, Hera, Hades, Hestia, Artemis, Apollo, and Aphrodite raised their hands, but it wasn't enough. Hephaestus and Demeter abstained, probably afraid of threats to their children. Where's Leo and Calypso when you need them? And what the hell was up with Frank? Never mind. He looked at me with fear and regret. He mouthed 'I'm sorry'. Thought so. Ares was as stupidly imposing as usual, intimidating his own son to do as he says.

"Any fina-"

"Wait!"

Poseidon was cut off when Piper spoke up. She ran to Jason's side.

"If you're killing them then kill me as well."

"Very well, little whore." Zeus sneered as he readied his bolt.

"Piper Felicia McLean," Jason whispered to her ear. "-you really are one dangerous girl."

"I am more than just a dangerous girl."

"That, I believe."

"Now, any final words?" the sky god asked again, joined by Poseidon.

"Remember that from now on, we won't be here to help. You've chosen a brat over a hero." Piper hissed.

"Oh please. He's way better than you." Annab**** scoffed.

"Your mother is dead because of you, ex-son." Poseidon sneered.

"Traitor."

"Weaklings."

The insults kept going on and on, but I didn't care.

"Go ahead, Bolt Breath. Kill us. We're done saving your sorry asses." Jason growled back.

"We've been nothing more than your little tools despite everything we did for you." Thalia spat.

"Lastly, you gods and demigods who went against us, go ahead and say whatever you want. Next time you lot deal with a huge threat, you can beg for our help if you want. We'll always say...no." I hissed before the four of us kneeled to accept our fates.

"Be gone and die like little dogs!" Zeus yelled as he and Poseidon fired their respective weapons at us.

Present

I snapped awake and breathed heavily. I scanned my surroundings. Nothing else. Just the dimly lit bedroom. I was still in my black and blue jogging pants, which exposed my eight pack. I turned to my left to see my wife, Famine/Thalia, still sleeping. Her hair was longer now, and she was wearing a black sports bra and jean shorts. Pinecone Face also got a tattoo of a red deer on her back. She woke up groggily and turned to see my worried expression.

"Conquest, my dear, are you alright?" Famine asked.

"No, Famine. The nightmares. They won't stop." I replied, sweating and panting.

She grabbed my bare chest and pushed me down. Famine got on top of me and gave me a seductive look, which I responded to with a grin.

"How about I help you?" she giggled, kissing me on my neck. I was a happy man.

The next day...

I woke up, feeling better than last night. I noticed one thing: Famine wasn't there. I turned to door. No, she wasn't there. I grabbed a navy blue muscle shirt, put it on, and walked out of the bedroom. I ran down the stairs and alas, Famine was there, sitting around the dining table (complete with Italian food) with my brother-in-law, War/Jason, and his wife (for forty-five years), Death/Piper, whose skin covered by a bunch of black tribal tattoos like usual.

"Morning, Con." War greeted. He was wearing a winter camouflage jacket and pants, combat boots, and a red shirt.

Death was wearing a black sleeveless top, black and white tribal style pants, and Nike's. Her hair wasn't braided anymore.

"Hey. That same nickname again?" I asked incredulously. It made me feel like a gangster, which I didn't really like. I shrugged then jumped off the railing of the stairs and on the floor.

"How's life?" Death asked.

"Okay-ish. I still have nightmares of that day." I replied, grabbing a bowl and placing lasagna into it.

"Damn. Curse those Olympians who chose that jerk over us." War muttered as he was about to get a serving of lasagna himself.

"I'm glad we don't have to see them anymore but...I miss some of our old friends, you know, the guys who didn't get to join Chaos's army." Death added.

"I know. There's Hylla, Tyson, Blackjack, Bessie, Mrs. O'Leary, Peleus, etc." I said.

We ate together and talked about some things (some of them including other couples, like Luke and Zoë, Leo and Calypso, who joined Chaos's army after they found out we died along with: Hazel and Frank, Nico and Reyna, so I guess he's bi?, Ethan and Bianca, Silena and Beckendorf, and Michael and Phoebe, yes. That happened) until everything: the lasagna, garlic bread, cheese and garlic pizza, and even the Italian wine was finished.

"That was a hefty meal!" War remarked. "Thanks, sis!"

"No problem. Next time, you cook." Famine replied with a hint of teasing in her voice.

"Aye, sis."

If I were to rank who's the worst at gourmet food cooking out of the four of us, it was War. No matter what, if there's no other food, he'd always bring survival food like "protein cookies", "calorie bars", etc. Don't get me wrong. We can all cook gourmet food but he doesn't do it as often as we do.

I suddenly heard a phone ring. Famine reached into her pockets and grabbed her phone. She got a text from Lady Chaos.

Bad news: Earth needs saving from Kronos and Gaea...again.

P.S. Make a badass entrance

That was all it said, and it shocked me.

"Crap." War muttered.

"Crap too." Death randomly said.

"Oh well, let's go." I said.

"Really now?" Famine asked me.

"Well, I'd say the real challenge is dealing with our...allies."

And so I went to get my lucky black and gold coat (Like Jia Chong's, but with gold), tactical full body armor, metallic red mask that covers my entire face, the Nightmare Steel swords I got from Erebus after initiation, and dual handguns. Jason is dressed like some kind of militaristic version of Batman, Piper is like a cyber Catwoman-ninja and Thalia is an assassin-Hawkeye hybrid, or at least that's what I say.

Our horses, Duskwing, Boltrider, Blasthoof, and Fleshrender were all prepared for this.