Disclaimer: Percy Jackson is not mine, it is owned by awesome Rick Riordan :)
She blocked the strike that aimed at her head with her sword and shifted her weight to push it away. She blocked another sword coming to her stomach and turned to another opponent. Her opponent aimed at her throat but she ducked under the blade and swept her foot to knock her opponent off-balance.
She turned to her opponent and dodged to the side when her opponent dabbed the thin dangerous sword on her midsection. She spun behind the opponent and slammed her hilt on its left back shoulder. The opponent grunted and dropped to the ground, hissing in pain.
She felt a tingle on the back of her neck and she knew what was coming. She ducked and rolled to the side, and in her place were two daggers in the ground. She spun to her feet and pulled her arm with the sword back then her hand in front of her, palms facing the opponent.
She smirked, not even a drop of sweat or uneven breathing could be seen or heard from her. She stabbed her sword to the ground and stood straighter, facing her other palm towards her other opponent who was ready to use its Dance of Night. She twisted her wrists and allowed her hands o gracefully turn round in a cramp position. Her opponents dropped their weapons and grunted as their body twitched and twisted to the wrong direction.
She remained them in pain and satisfied that they are partially paralyzed, she released the two who dropped to the ground, panting heavily.
A winged woman flew down to her feet and walked to their direction. "Winner for the nth time, Commander Sillari."
Ink black eyes void of any emotions except some streaks of twinkling dots and swirling masses that seemed to reflect in it snapped up at the winged woman. She let out a breath before she smirked, facing the two opponents and held her gloved hands to them. They took her hand each and stood.
"Damn, Sillari. You almost killed me there," one of her opponent cursed as he took off his helmet, shaking his messed-up raven black hair out of his midnight black eyes. His voice was hoarse, and calm... unfitted for his pale, scrawny physique.
The other opponent pulled her helmet as well, letting her luscious blond hair to cascade on her shoulder and slightly covered her blue eyes that lit up like a clear white bulb. She looked very much the youngest among the three, both in her bubbly and warm behavior, and petite body.
"Perhaps, if you didn't use your Dance of Night, Max," Sillari said in a tone full of authority and regal as she flicks her long, silvery gold hair back, "you wouldn't taste that again." She then turned to the patient winged woman. "I take it you have a message for me, Angelia?"
The spirit of messages smiled at her. "It's good to see you, too, Commander. Your father has arrived and wanted to talk to you. Your generals can come with you."
The blonde girl started to bounce on her feet. "Of course, we will! It's been a long time since we've seen the Lord," she exclaimed excitedly.
General Maximilian was apparently controlling his eyes from rolling at the behavior of his female counterpart when it comes to the army, General Althea, while the silver-haired woman sighed. "Thank you, Angelia. You may relieve yourself from your duties."
Angelia bowed her head respectfully before she flew away. Sillari turned to the cemented training field and raised her arm in front of her, palm facing the space. The wind swirled around, pressure seemed to gather at the center of her head. Small black ball appeared at the center of the gathering pressure until it grew bigger and became a hugged swirling vortex of mass that could fit the three of them.
Sillari walked past it with the two generals behind her. The vortex then closed behind them.
~O~O~O~O~O~
They stepped out at the other side of the vortex, into the vast throne room made of tall and huge gray columns with complete void space surrounding them. The place was unusually lighter even though the place was surrounded with nothing but black space. But, well, what can you expect from a godly place?
Sillari and her two companions walked directly at the lone figure sitting at a lone throne, the figure in a form of void with galaxies floating in nothingness.
The two generals knelt and bowed low when they arrived in front of the figure. "Should I welcome you back, Father?" Sillari began.
Her black armor was now replaced by black dress with every kinds of end projected – end of life, end of objects, end of every fate. Her silver hair was now braided and an ink black crown sat atop her head. She is the protogenos goddess of her namesake, End or much known to Greek language as Omega.
The void seemed to lean forward as the galaxy seemed to tip away from its original place. "I will not expect it from you, my child," he replied in a calm, gruff voice.
Omega was clearly bored. "What do you want from me, then?"
A mirror-like void appeared in front of her, and started to show some scenes. Her eyes narrowed drastically, almost in animosity. She wouldn't mistake the scene taking place on the first planet that was inhabited by creatures that she hated and loved the most. Earth.
She hated Earth as it is her enemy for so many centuries, and loved it as it is the major source of her power. There are too many endings there, and mostly it came from the lives of mortals and the end of their actions.
The vision showed the Laistrygonians, a tribe of man-eating giants, doing a huge rampage in the Southern Canada. Led by their brain-whacked king Antiphates. Another scene was shown in New York.
This time Omega twitched her eye visibly and Althea recoiled behind Max when she saw Omega containing her composure. Standing at one of the roofs, in black suit and his human form, was her older brother – the god of darkness himself – Erebus.
"Father..." Omega said in a calm tone but there's an edge of hatred in it, all directed at the man in the mirror vision.
"I know, daughter," her father answered warily. "But we have one more problem."
The vision disappeared and they all looked at Chaos, intently listening. "After 3 years of peace in Earth, the gods and their children will be attacked by the monsters under Erebus' orders in surprise. Last I've heard, Apollo had been punished by his father for a misunderstanding and until now they have no connection to their prophetic riddles. Hence, not allowing them to hold quests."
Omega actually scoffed at hearing of the gods. Same old – very old – scenery. A narrow-minded arrogant king of the gods punishing someone for what? She doubted it's a misunderstanding. It should be another series of 'someone has to be blamed' again. The very reason why she hated that universe, Earth and the particles that surrounds it.
"Father, I don't that's any of my concern. Have you forgotten? Zeus had cast all Protogenoi to oblivion, trapping us to our domes because of what? Because he's scared – like the scaredy-cat he is – that we will oppose him. And look what happened? Every gods that has the opportunity oppose him," Omega ranted.
She still couldn't forgive those Olympians for trapping her on her dome for centuries. If not because of the rising of the giants and titans, she could never escape it. However, she knew that the gods will still win so she never gets near that planet. Ever.
And now because of her brain-whacked of a brother, she have to.
"Omega, my daughter. Why don't you consider this for a moment?" Chaos actually plead in a calm tone as Omega's. And it surprised her to hear her father beg. He never pleads something to her before. So it's true. He really loved Earth, no matter how bitchy her sister was towards their father. It made Omega's heart drop in the bitter oblivion again.
"We must at least warn the gods of the impending danger," Chaos continued.
Omega took a deep breath as she stared at her father, pondering about it. She then sighs deeply, a sign of defeat. She just couldn't make her father sad just because she acts like a centuries-old brat. "If it satisfies you, Father. But those impudent gods wouldn't like it if we interfere with their business. Especially if it's the Protogenoi."
"How about we send Dione to deliver a message to them?" Max suggested and immediately regretted it the moment Omega's clear distaste of the idea. They all know about her huge distrust of the Olympian gods and Titans, and Dione is the Titan of the oracle of Dodona.
They couldn't blame her she had a lot of dislikes on the way they handle their problems.
"Celestine," Max quickly continued, without bothering in using her chosen mortal name, "you must – "
She sighed loudly, cutting off Max's reasoning. "I know, Max. I may dislike the idea of it, I know it's the only way to save their ass. However, don't we have to show up there to let them know we're..." she paused as if the word wouldn't come out before she managed to push it out of her mouth. "... allies."
Chaos seemed to smile as the stars that revolve around his void form lit up. "Don't worry, my child. I have it covered."
This is my first fanfiction. Apparently, I made up about Omega since I have to make an OC goddess to suit the plot well. I just can't make Percy feel betrayed and join Chaos. Let's make a whole different plot. About Omega's modern name, it will be explained soon. I hope you like it. Ciao! :D
- Steffie Skylar