Just a quick one-shot about dark!Percy. I do not own Percy Jackson.
No one was surprise when Percy Jackson turned. Annabeth was his everything. He had never been the gods biggest fan. When she died and they let it happen. No one was surprised at his promise to destroy Olympus. What surprised them was how he did it.
They deserve to feel it.
They deserve to know my pain. To know how it feels when anything and everything is taken from you. They deserve this after they looked me in the face and told me that it was "her time". I say that's bullshit. So now its their time.
I can control blood. After she died no one was holding me back from becoming ruthless. No one was there to stop me from breaking.
I stormed Olympus and I took out any god I could find. As I came to the throne room only Zeus was left. As I feel the pressure of Zeus's blood under my fingers, I know that this is the end. I also know that this was never what she wanted. But she's gone and I'm empty. They deserve this wrath. They deserve this destruction.
They gods are dead, my friends are afraid of me, monsters cower at the sound of my name. And I could not care less. All I want is for her to be with me again. The world is mine, but my world is already gone