Perseus pov
The term "assassin" is a funny one, many assume an assassin to be a cold blooded, merciless killer, someone with nothing to gain but the enjoyment of spilling blood. However, they couldn't be further from the truth. A true assassin is one that replaces evil with death, preserving the balance of life. I am the necessary evil. I am Perseus.
"You can run Mr Wilson but you cannot hide. Face your death like a man you coward." Quicker than the naked eye could see I throw a dagger into the thigh of my target, with a cry of pain he falls to the ground in a heap. "now was that so hard" I mock him. "Please let me live, I'll give you anything, money, women, power!" the pathetic filth begs. "Hmm... anything?" I ask with a hint of amusement. "yes I swear it, anything you want." he begs. "Very well... " I take out my my blade, his eyes widen in fear and before he could beg for his miserable life I slash open his throat, ending his existence. I smile with genuine happiness as the life leaves his eyes, "I want your life."
Throne room on Olympus
Third person POV
Silence. Complete silence. The 14 Olympians all sat on their thrones deep in thought. "What are we going to do?" Questioned the wisdom goddess breaking the silence. Her stormy grey eyes fixed on her father, the king of the Gods as he mused in his own thoughts. "Why must we do anything." replies Artemis, the maiden goddess of the hunt. "Are you truly foolish to ask that question sister, another mortal has been murdered in cold blood, the fourth this week and 73rd in total!" exclaimed Athena in exasperation. "Yes, but they were the
worst of mankind. Rapists, serial killers, drug dealers. Personally, I feel they deserved death." replied Artemis.
"Quiet!" shouted Zeus, effectively cutting off Athena before she could argue further, "we must find the person behind these murders, it is obvious from the skill it is a demi God. I don't care as to who this person has killed Artemis, it is still murder and therefore I want you and your hunters to bring this person in before they can become a threat." Many of the Olympians rolled their eyes at Zeus, his paranoia increasing with every day. "Before we conclude the council, has anyone got any information on Perseus Jackson?" majority of the Olympians bowed their head in respect at the mention of their missing saviour. A lone tear found it's way down poseidons face before he vanished in a mist. The flames of the hearth almost dead, as the aura of sadness was too much. All the Olympians felt sympathy for Poseidon, maybe except Ares, the dimwitted war God, as his favourite son was missing. "very well... I'll take your silence as a no, remember to keep an eye out for him as he is still out there, council dismissed." Zeus left the throne room in a bolt of thunder as the rest of the Olympians also left, except for a small 8 year old goodness, who made her way to the hearth and poked at the dying embers. "please return Perseus, we need you" whispered the redheaded goddess.