"Innocence"
Perseus Jackson is no ordinary demigod—he is an Exorcist of the Dark Order. But now, Kronos is once again rising, but he is not alone. With the help of the Millennium Earl and Noahs, fear and havoc began to spread all over the world. The Exorcists and Heroes must come together in order to defeat the uprising of Kronos and the Earl.
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Perseus Jackson sighed, looking around at the place he had called home for one last time. His deep, sea green eyes filled with sadness as he took in the sight before him. After all, he wasn't sure if he was ever coming back to Camp Half-Blood. Judging by the number of Akumas that had appeared lately, it seemed as if the Order was in trouble. Perhaps too much trouble that they had to reinstate him forcefully. A blur of silver flitted around his head and he sighed, smiling sadly as he took the small, silver and round, winged creature into his hand.
"It's time to head back, eh, Nero?" he asked the golem, chuckling softly.
The creature, as if sensing it's master's sadness immediately flapped its wings and flew up to Percy's face and nuzzled his cheek affectionately.
"I know, I know…" the Son of Poseidon sighed, "It's just hard to leave all of this behind. This is my home, too, Nero."
Nero seemed to sigh (Percy could only guess since the golem technically didn't have a face) before settling on the top of Percy's head. The hero chuckled.
"Well, time to get changed."
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Percy tugged on his black coat—the final piece of his Exorcist uniform, and began to button and zip it up. He couldn't help but stare at himself through the mirror. The hero couldn't decide if he liked what he saw or not. He knew this was what he truly was, but something about it seemed so foreign.
It's been a while since I wore this uniform; he thought mournfully, I never thought I'd ever wear it again.
He smoothed out the wrinkles on his coat and took the necklace that sat at the bottom of the drawer that previously housed all his things related to The Dark Order. He clasped the chain around his neck, his hand lingering on the small trident pendant hanging from it. Fídi Neroú, or Water Serpent, his innocence. His fingertips tingled from the touch of cold metal. He hadn't fought with the weapon ever since he started Camp Half-Blood. But he had used it to train so that his synchronization rate would not drop.
With a final sigh, the demigod was about to sling his bag and leave when he heard shouts from the campers outside.
"We're under attack!"
"What in Zeus' name is that thing?!"
"Our weapons aren't working!"
Percy immediately let go of his bag and clutched his chest. It burned and the hero almost winced. Almost. But then adrenaline began pumping through his veins. He could hear it, the souls of those trapped within the Demons.
His battle senses kicked in and Percy ran to the battlefield.
Chaos met him; wounded campers were everywhere, burned and demolished cabins, demigods fighting against Akumas.
Akumas. Percy's heart began to race. Level 1… Level 2… Level 3?
The son of the Sea grinned. Surely, this would be entertaining.
How dare they attack my home, Percy smirked, It's time to teach these demons a lesson!
"Akuma!" Percy yelled, causing everyone's attention to turn to him.
The Akumas—horribly disfigured creatures that truly resembled demons, stopped their attack. The Demons gasped and began screeching loudly.
"It's an Exorcist!"
"Exorcist!"
"You'll regret ever daring to come here!" Percy growled as he tore his pendant from his neck. The Akumas let out horrifying screams.
"Kill the Exorcist!" They hissed and began charging toward the smug-looking demigod.
"Innocence Activate!" The hero yelled.
There was a flash of light, making the Akumas hiss and pull back. Once it died down, a trident about 7 feet long appeared on Percy's hand.
"May your souls find rest, Demons!"
With that, Percy leapt into the air, immediately bringing down the trident on the closest Demon. The creature screamed before exploding and turning into a pile of dust. The demigods watched in fear and awe as their champion fought through the creatures like a man possessed.
Percy struck another one and kicked the smoking Demon to one of its allies. The two Akumas collided as the injured one exploded, taking its companion with it. The Son of Poseidon landed on the ground, not even breaking a sweat. He had managed to cut down the size of the Demon Army in half.
"Play time is over!" Percy smirked as he once again leapt up, "Innocence, Level 2. Activate!"
The trident began to change its form. True to its name, the weapon morphed into two serpents made out of water. The serpents hissed and began to attack the Akumas. Percy jumped from one Akuma to the next, landing on any part of their body but not really doing any damage. The on lookers could not understand what was going through Percy's mind as they watched him flip, somersault and simply touch the Demons. Shouldn't he be busy killing the creatures?
Their questions, however, were answered when Percy finally landed back on the ground. The hero imitated the sign of the cross over the Demons, "Anapáf̱sou en eirí̱ni̱ , Demon"
Rest in peace, Demon.
The demigods could only watch, with mouths agape as the monsters that Percy previously touched acquired glowing cross shapes across their chests. Some of the campers screamed and hid when the Akumas finally exploded, making a rain of dust fall all over the camp.
Percy swayed, clearly exhausted, and his vision began to dim. He dropped to the ground, Fídi Neroú falling beside him, already back to its pendant form.
"Tsk tsk. Looks like someone needs some practice, eh, Kelp head?" Percy's head shot up and he turned towards the voice.
"Ravi?!"
"Yo!" Ravi grinned, his lone eye twinkling with mischief as he ruffled his red hair, "Did we arrive too late?"
Percy's response was to throw a rock at his thick-headed friend. It hit the red head square on the face and he fell over, moaning in pain.
"Not nice!"
"Perseus Jackson." Said boy looked up and met Annabeth's worried and furious eyes, "You have some explaining to do."