Based on "The House of Hades." I do not own anything that has to do with the Percy Jackson series.
Iapetus stood at his guard post in the West, looking at the heavens.
Once his son, Atlas, was strong enough, Iapetus would put him in charge of this blasted position. However, right now, he was stuck with guarding the West. Always watching for some uprising, which was very boring, as the only uprising was the revolt that was going around in his stomach. Technically, Titans didn't have to eat, but ambrosia was always something that at least soothed him for a little while. So, with nothing else to do, Iapetus turned his eyes so the sky.
The darkening sky, filled with stars.
Iapetus twirled his spear. The army of those weakling gods and their pitiful followers were marching, gaining ground. Iapetus put in, and pulled out (in one move no less) his spear into some tree nymph armed with only a crude piece of bark.
Pathetic.
The stars were just starting to come out, along with the cool night air. Absent mindfully brushing his spear off from today's kills, he looked at the sky, trying to make out the constellations he had made so long ago (though he would never admit it to Kronos).
Pain. That was all he felt. Pain as his scattered remains tried to form their way together again, only to be swept apart by the harsh wind of Tartarus.
Who was once The Piercer was now being pierced with a thousand spears of pain. It may have been bearable if he had something to do. The idea came to him in a moment, a blast in his sleepy conscious- Count the stars again?
He growled at himself. It was weak to wish, and besides, there were no bright lights in Tartarus. Only bright spots of crippling pain.
Soon. Kronos's voice could be heard, a faint , harsh whisper.
We shall rise again.
Iapetus flexed his forming hand, soon he would be holding a spear. And he would be able to see the stars.
Gah, what kind of a Titan was he?
Bob.
He liked that name, it sounded friendly, nice, almost peaceful.
Hades had put him to work as soon as the nice boy, Nico, had shown up with him. Bob's job was very important, he remembered being told. He was to clean and sweep the castle. It was boring sure, but something told him he had been in a job like this before.
Though some nagging feeling told him he had some amusement then.
However, whatever it was, Bob couldn't remember it.
For some reason however, he started to stare at the dark cavern ceilings; trying to find specks of light (why he wanted to he never had any idea), or at least, try to find a way to glimpse them.
He never did.