I am so so so sorry about not coming back to this story for like two whole years. I know its been forever, and honestly the only reason I am doing it at all is because my sister has been bugging me to update this stop since school ended. So, you can thank her! Also, this whole thing has been completely rewritten. I don't even know what I was thinking when I wrote it the first time! My writing style has completely changed since then, so here is the updated, (and much better) version of Voldemort: The Titan of Time! Please inform me of any mistakes and anything that could possibly be written better! Thank you so much, and enjoy!
Sometimes, Leo thought, being a demigod sucked. There was, of course, the usual constant fighting-or-running-for-your-life thing, and the ADHD and dyslexia, but the absolute worst part of it all was the demigod dreams.
This dream started off normal enough. He was just walking around Central Park, minding his own business, when all of a sudden, a random sinkhole opened up beneath him, and he fell in. He remembered Percy telling the seven once about a quest he and Nico had gone on one, where they had entered into the underworld through central park, but this fall felt like something much longer and more sinister…
"Lord Kronos, your visitor has arrived," a voice hissed just as Leo slammed into the ground.
Ouch. That really hurt.
"Very well, Stheno, show him in," a deep, gravelly voice that he assumed to be Kronos's rumbled.
He looked up as the dust settled, but he couldn't see anyone other than the gorgon who had spoken earlier. She bowed to a stopwatch sitting on a table and ushered someone forward. Just when he thought the dream couldn't get any weirder, a pale, nose-less man walked up to the table wearing an inky black curtain as if it was a dress. He shuddered. It looked exactly like the monstrosity his Aunt Rosa would wear to funerals.
"Lord Voldemort, welcome to my humble abode," Kronos's voice came out of the stopwatch.
No-nose, or Voldemort, looked around with clear distaste. "So, this is Tartarus," he sneered sarcastically.
Leo blinked in surprise. This guy is British?
"I got your proposition," he continued. "But just to make sure I understand it, if I agree to host what is left of you in that… muggle device, you will make me the most powerful being on this planet and retroactively immortal, because I will be able to control time… correct?"
The Kronos-stopwatch beeped in agreement.
Voldemort paused, momentarily startled by the response before replying, "So what do you get out of this deal? I assume you are not doing this simply out of the goodness of your heart."
Kronos hesitated. "In the Second Titan War, the wretched demigods destroyed my original host, and by doing so, destroyed most of my essence. However, my faithful servants managed to save a piece of me. Unfortunately, it is, as you stated earlier, a human device, and cannot properly hold me. I am fading, losing more and more of my power, as the days go by. By hosting me, you would preserve my essence, and my essence would amplify your powers.
At this, Voldemort's eyes narrowed into little slits, giving him an almost snake like appearance. "So," he said slowly, drawing out the word in anger, "you are saying that if I agree to host you… you will control me?"
Kronos chucked. "It would actually be more like putting a horcrux inside a living thing. I would occasionally be able to see through your eyes, and you get my powers. Besides, I simply desire revenge, and after that I will be perfectly to completely merge my powers with yours and fade away."
No-Nose considered this for what seemed like ages but probably was only really a minute. Finally, when Leo was ready to just start exploring Tartarus, he replied. "I accept."
"Very well then," said Kronos, "the gods, demigods and wizards won't ever know what hit them!"
Voldemort bent down to pick up the stopwatch and Leo woke up with a gasp.