Hey everyone! SpiderDude here, back with a new story! Hope you guys like! The first chapter is kind of short, but the rest of the chapters will be longer. Quick disclaimer, I don't own PJO or HoO, they belong to the magnificent Rick Riordan.
Chapter 1 – Drowning in Flames
Fire. That's the last thing he remembered. He remembers Camp Half-Blood, the carnage around him, as Greeks and Romans fought hand in hand to defeat Gaea. He remembers firing the Onager at the earth mother, dealing the final blow to end her tyranny. He remembers flying to his inevitable doom, and exploding into fiery damnation. The memories flooded his mind as he awoke in murky waters. He searched around and saw nothing but grey waters that surrounded him. He emerged from the water screaming as the air collided with his scarred face, the grotesque burns seething with pain. He was momentarily blinded from his ancestor's light, flooding his pupils with nothing but the brightness of daylight. Once his eyes had adjusted, he looked around and immediately recognised his surroundings. He saw the Empire State building towering over the city in all its glory, watching over the city that never sleeps, but he felt that the building was looking down at him, mocking his suffering. He heard the noise of the daily rush hour, as car horns blared, and the birds overhead squawked in unison. The waters that washed over his misshapen body, drenching the scars of war. The waves of the Hudson River attempted to engulf him as he struggled to stay afloat.
After a while he regained his mind and senses and thought back to the moments before his "death". He immediately knew who to blame for his pain and suffering. He was his enemy from the start. Percy Jackson. The very thought of him made him feel like tearing the Earth in half. If it wasn't for the traitor and those despicable Greeks, he would be hailed a hero for all time to come, but the measly son of Poseidon took his glory and left him for dead. He will, someday, somehow, exact his revenge on the bastard that robbed him of his glory, his reputation and his life. But he knew all too well that he couldn't take him on alone. The wretched sea spawn was too powerful for him to take down. Not only that, but the traitorous Greeks would follow this false hero like sheep. No, he would have to use his flaw against him. Loyalty. Make him suffer from the hands of the ones he holds dearest. He will see his greatest rival fall to hands of the ones he loves. To see end to the Greeks, he must start a war which no one will see coming. To light the fires of betrayal under their very noses.
His mind flooded with plans and ideas to break the Greek scum, like the very waters that attempt to flood him. His mind working like a machine built by Vulcan himself. As he thought he began to swim towards the docks of Manhattan, his muscles straining from the scars, given by the burns that almost torn them to shreds. He yelled out in agony as he quickened his pace, like the predator hunting its prey. Vengeance plagued his mind and the thought of seeing the Greeks defeated kept him going, gave him the strength to go on, as much as his muscles strained more and more. He will see the deceitful Greeks succumb to the flames of vengeance. He will watch as their beloved camp burns to ashes from the fires of retribution. He will watch as the low life son of Neptune is crippled by the ones he once cared for, as they are overcome by hatred for the one they once followed. HE WILL SEE PERCY JACKSON BURN!
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