Note to readers: Hey guys and gals I'm here to give you the low down on book 3. It is a work in progress my goal is to upload everything I have than continue uploading once a week (Wednesdays for now) and go from there. NOTE this is not a Re-mastered this is hugely unfinished and a massive work in progress. So with that being said anyone who's been around before John and I posted the re-mastered editions of Book 1 and 2; Grammar will be updated. Enjoy.

-John and Eric (Brains/Co-writer and Writer)

Demititan Saga Book 3: The Blade of Ruin

Chapter List:

To be made upon completion

Chapter 1: Sons and Daughters

"When you have fought for so long what will you do in death? Your soul will never rest it will never meet peace. You and I are alike in one thing Kat we are Warriors meant to end the gods. In our blood runs vengeance and our souls will never stray from the path of destruction." Havoc looked upon the beaten Kat her sword chipped to nothing but a stub and Arma cleaved nearly in half, he looked at her with distant amusement. The daughter of Enyo's eyes were broken their dark irises shattered. Kat had three spears on her all willing to take on her curse just like the others and a god killer to boot. Havoc looked up to the rafters of the old temple. He had changed Kat thought. Havoc's hair was unnaturally black his cheek bones sharp and angular and his eyes glowed yellow like a beast. In the past two months Havoc had toned down to a lean all muscle demon. Havoc smiled at Kat looking him over. "Like what you see Kat? This such a rare sight you looking upon me much less a man with such awe. The look of one who has killed all of the Olympians and Titans, does it appeal to your cursed pallet? You should be grateful that you will fall to my blade Katelyn my Sister cursed to Wander and to kill those who pass her."

"Bite me Havoc!" Kat snarled pounding Arma against the ground which glowed faintly and gave off a low hum... It wouldn't be enough to end any of her advisories but it was a sign of defiance. She could die knowing she was telling Havoc to piss off. In that moment three spears slid into her chest with painful ease. "Burn in the Fields of Torture!"

In that moment all three spear holders exploded into puddles of blood and various meat chunks.

"Oh only if I were to be that blessed." Havoc laughed pulling Fallen from the sheath across his back. The blade burned black with twelve silver stars that ran down the blade at each side. One for each Olympian and Titan, Kat grimaced. The blade seemed to suck the light out of the air around it. "Any last words, Kat?"

"Look alive Soldier!" Kat snarled lurching forward with a blood curdling war cry she brought around Arma which began to hum and glow with a brilliant crimson sheen. "You always did expect an easy fight!"

"I would have chosen better dying words." Havoc sighed moving with inhuman speed he ran both Arma and Kat through. Kat coughed up blood looking down at the blade which ran through her heart. The Daughter of Enyo gasped as she crumbled to dust still waiting for her curse to finish Havoc... it never did "You will pass on as a hero, Katelyn that much is certain... But you have died with your secrets intact... and with the Prophecy unfulfilled... All thanks to the blood of Prometheus."

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Yin awoke from his nightmare taking in a deep breath before he let out a sigh as he lay in his cot next to the sleeping Alanna. She looked so peaceful with her features soft with even breaths of sleep. Her golden hair seemed like a halo of Hyperion's Golden flames. Yin watched as her eyes moved beneath her eye lids in a dream he could tell it wasn't a nightmare by her relaxed and even breaths. Yin pulled her close careful not to wake her as he let her warm his chilled body.

Ever since the turn of events dubbed The Battle of New Bonds and nearly dying for the fiftieth time Yin had been cursed by nightmares. He didn't even know Havoc much less Katelyn Scott that well or even why Havoc had betrayed the demititans. Much less did Yin know what Havoc meant by mentioning his Father's blood. But the nightmares still plagued Yin. The nightmare was always the same; Katelyn would be on her knees with three spearmen at her and Havoc. It always ended the same way with Kat being reduced to dust and Havoc saying he had died with his secrets intact and the Prophecy unfulfilled.

Yin thought for a moment about what secrets She held; for one he had no idea all he knew about Kat was that she was cursed after killing someone, turned her back on the gods, was probably the best fighter he had ever seen and could command an army just by calling them Soldier. No, Yin was certain that the secret Havoc spoke of didn't have to do with Common knowledge about Katelyn. Yin sighed as his rational side took over and he noted that it was just a dream. Unlike demigods, demititans did not have crazy visions about the future or anything like that . . . well at least Yin knew of only a few cases of recent events that they have, had visions like that.

Alanna let out a yawn as she stretched her arms and found Yin beside her deep in thought. Alanna could always tell when Yin was lost in his endless mind by the distant look in his eyes. She wrapped her arms around him finding Yin to be nice and warm. He looked at her with an equally warm smile. Alanna could tell he had a nightmare again. She placed her hand on Yin's chest feeling his calming heartbeat. Alanna flinched as a massive horn was blown meaning it was time for breakfast.

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Kat Lay in her cot unable to sleep as she pondered the meaning of her Cursed life. The twenty seven year old appeared only eighteen. She was built well with a good bone structure and decent center of gravity for her height. By all acounts she looked like the perfect soldier with an aire of authority she could never shake. Despite Kat's soldier like build her features were soft and for the first time in a long time relaxed yet clearly taxed. Her dark eyes inspected the olive green tent above her with ease and her rosy lips were defined yet at ease.

The Demigod thought back to her most recent battle remembering as three fatal wounds were landed on her only for the attacker to explode and her wounds heal nearly instantly.

"You know you could wear armor." Thea said after finishing her pushups to her friend and superior. Thea added one more thing before Kat could respond. "Just saying if you are going to mop around about getting sudo killed you could easily fix it."

"Thanks for the input, but armor and I don't get along very well. Besides..." Kat said in a bored tone as she sat up from her cot to address Thea who was doing bicycle curl ups "I'm not mopping Soldier."

"Then what is this?" Thea asked her voice riddled with curiosity as she glanced at Kat noticing her to look drained almost ill.

"My soul's way to remind me that I lived is because I'm cursed." Kat said looking at her exposed right forearm which bore the Mark of the Wanderer or as most knew it, the Mark of Caine. The mark was harsh and angular and screamed danger almost like a bio-hazard symbol though more ancient, and readable by all. Even when covered the thing would glow through her sleeve. "Either way I'm famished want to get some grub, Soldier?"

"I have to finish my work out I'll meet you there." Thea said as Kat Nodded in agreement as she pulled on her fur lined hoodie, scar and strapped on her Ancient Gold sword to her studded black belt which hung at her hips. The soldier walked from the tent feeling infinitely more drained the second she saw the line for grub... she had a feeling it would be a long day.

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The two got ready in silence helping each other get dressed and find their weapons. Alanna's Backbiter had been reforged to be a coin when it was not being used. Yin's Neck Lacer was a Simple golden money clip with a skull and crossed swords pressed into the front. Both weapons were wicked deadly and both were even deadlier when both Yin and Alanna fought together.

The two made way for the opening of their tent holding each other's hand as they walked towards the massive makeshift dinning tent. Both demigods and demititans had taken up residence in Titans Roost since the treaty had been forged against the will of Zeus and many other Olympians.

"Hey love birds." Percy's voice called from behind Yin and Alanna they turned smiling as Percy and Annabeth walked up to them. Neither Alanna nor Annabeth made eye contact as the four walked together.

"So how did you guys build this place?" Annabeth spoke up looking up at the high vaulted stone roof of the mountain. In the short while that Annabeth had been here Yin could see she was a huge fan of Architecture. "I mean to hollow out a mountain... That must have taken a long time."

"Legend has it that when the Russians still owned Alaska they found this place and found a tablet with a prayer to Rhea. It said that once the prayer would be said this would be a sanctuary to both demigod and demititan whoever first arrived." Alanna answered softly knowing the lore from Yin. "It was said that Rhea believed that if both gods and titans couldn't live in harmony their children wouldn't either. So she made this place so that one day both the titans and gods could learn from their children."

"You know I tried making a deal with the Olympians so that you guys wouldn't be blamed for your parents' actions." Percy blurted out cursing how he sounded but both Alanna and Yin looked curious.

"We've tried sending convoys to Olympus in the past to talk peacefully but it didn't end well..." Yin said with an awkward smile. "Both sides have a lot to work out. Thousands of years of aggression doesn't just die in a few months. To be honest the fact that we haven't tried killing each other so far is pretty good."

"I think a lot of our demigods are just in shell shock from being saved by a Titan." Annabeth said shaking her head she was having a hard time accepting that the demititans were good people. But after they allowed them to stay in their home to regroup and recover Annabeth could see goodness in them. She shook her head as they came up to the massive dining tent. There were already a lot of demigod and titans sitting at various tables and conversing about numerous topics. Others were serving or cooking food at a makeshift kitchen.

"After we eat there is a meeting with the Romans that Landon, Kat, Maxwell and Thea will attend." Yin said as the four got into line for food. "They want to meet on their grounds so Dianna is going to warp them in-"

"Yin we need to talk to your guys." Percy said grabbing Yin's shoulder keeping his voice low as he continued. "The Roman's aren't just going to let old enemies waltz into their camp-"

"We don't intend to waltz." Thea's voice said as she walked away from a group of demititan Ops. Alanna had to admit that she looked good with her dark long hair pulled back into a ponytail and her gray tang top. Alanna knew she was at least six years older than them and a half-sister to Percy. Thea had three tattoos one on each shoulder and a band around her upper right arm. She continued despite everyone eying her curiously. "We know that the Romans want us as prisoners to be tried for war crimes. But we have made it clear that we only wish to deliver an olive branch of sorts. With Havoc on the loose we can't afford to waste time with the Romans politics."

"Octavian would argue against that." Percy sighed still looking at his half-sister. Annabeth gave Percy an annoyed look and he tore his gaze away from Thea. "When you warp in they'll most likely move to flank you or box you in and with only three or four demititans you'd be screwed to say the least."

"Most likely." Thea admitted as she took a slice of toast from Yin's plate he shrugged it off as if she did that often. Thea noticed Percy's look. "Rule number 108 never eat your own food first when you have guests it could be poisoned. Also rule 239 if you have to ask than ask."

"Uh, good to know? But are planning on fighting the Romans?" Percy asked still caught on only two Demititans and two Demigods going right to the Romans. "Because trust me they'll want to fight."

"No we are not planning on fighting the Romans but if they strike out at us we have the Prince of Darkness, The Wanderer and a Landon. We will be able handle ourselves until we get a chance to escape." Thea said with a smile, Percy noticed she also smelled like sea salt. "I doubt that the Romans will blindly attack us after how we fought against the Monsters."

"I wouldn't put it past them at all." Percy mumbled as he served himself eggs and hash browns he noticed a hearth which the demititans had set up and made way to it.

...

Havoc walked atop the golden hills of wheat as he looked down upon camp Jupiter. Dawn burned the valley crimson and turned the little Tiber into a river of blood. Havoc walked forward passed the statue he had ran through which had been a god thus Fallen stole his essence. Now the statue stood lifeless with a thin hole in its chest. Havoc had only seen camp Jupiter once before through the eyes of Gaea. Now he took it in with his new beast like yellow eyes. Havoc took in a deep breath with his strong lungs.

Havoc had burned off the fat he had gained from wearing Aphrodite's pendant. Now he stood tall clad in black armor and various blades strapped to his sides and back. Fallen's blade shone black with the essence of Erebus and two immortals Mars and Hyperion. Still by the time the sun rose camp Jupiter would be his and Mars would be dead and truly part of his blade.

Havoc started down the hill making way towards two guards standing sleepily by. They straightened up upon seeing the much older heavily armed Havoc.

"Halt-" Thud the first guard fell backwards with a knife stuck into his chest. Havoc flicked his wrist again sticking the second guard between the eyes in one fluid movement. The son of Krios stalked forward seeing a line of demigods moving out from the barracks. Havoc sheathed Fallen and pulled two more throwing knives from his side taking out the two nearest demigods. Their friends cursed as the first two Romans fell backwards dead.

One pulled out a horn blowing into it just as a knife stuck into her chest. Havoc cursed as the sound of the horn filled the air and more demigods surged from the barracks. The son of Krios grinned pulling two Celestial bronze blades from his side surging into battle with a snarl of a battle cry.

Havoc fought like a demon spinning around rolling and using both blades like a monster. The Demititan shredded through the demigods leaving a pool of blood at his feet. The son of Krios laughed as he chucked his blades hilt deep into two fleeing demigods only to engage another with a barrage a crippling strikes. Havoc pulled Fallen from the sheath across his back and leveled the remaining demigods in a storm of ebony blade and crimson blood.

"Is this all you have children of Rome?" Havoc called to the line of demigods at the Barrack gates. The son of Krios brought down his blade on a downed soldier taking her head off. Havoc grinned as he saw the disgust in his foes expressions. "By twelve o'clock noon I will level this camp and your city! There will be no Debate this is your fate Romans!"

"Die!" A wave of demigods rushed forward swords drawn. Havoc grinned as their blades struck him with no effect. "What the..."

There was a moment of pure silence as the Romans backed away in horror and Havoc let out a bone chilling laugh which echoed through the golden valley.

"My turn." Havoc chuckled lashing out in one fluid arch, killing the nearest demigod in a shower of blood. Havoc let loose more laughter as the remaining Romans lashed out against him. The son of Krios was unmatched by these mere specks of dirt which he cleaved through in a matter of blood chilly moments. Havoc held Fallen high as he brought it down hilt deep into the ground. "New Rome shall burn!"

The ground shook as four sink hole opened boxing in New Rome and camp Jupiter. A moment of silence past before the holes exploded with waves of monsters that flooded the streets of the still sleeping New Rome and the Barracks of camp Jupiter. The Romans panicked as an Ocean of monsters attacked. Havoc grinned as he heard screams and death cries he looked up to the heavens as storm clouds formed. The clouds boiled black separating to reveal a scar of fire.

"You can save them, Mars!" Havoc called to the Heavens. "Come forth and end your children's suffering!"

The earth shook as a ball of fire shot from sky slamming behind Havoc who turned to face the god. Ares stood clad in biker gear and sunglasses he pointed his massive sword at Havoc with a look of disgust. The god of war was bound in thick coils of muscles that were webbed with pulsing veins. He was a muscle bound klutz in Havoc's eyes the god gave up his maneuverability for useless muscle mass. Havoc was lean yet still at both his peak maneuverability and strength.

"Ready to dance Areas?" Havoc sneered knowing better than to underestimate a god again. His mouth twitched as the memory of Erebus past through his mind. Yes Havoc would do well to respect the strength of a god from now on.

"I'll enjoy killing you more if you call away your minions titan spawn or do you need to hide behind an army? This fight is between me and you!" Ares growled jabbing a thumb at Havoc. "What do you say to that?"

"I refuse." Havoc said so casually that Ares almost missed it. The god of war growled an insult as he surged forward with his massive sword. Havoc moved inhumanly fast as he ducked under the gods strike and ran Ares through with Fallen. The god roared in pain as his ichor spilled out of his wound. Havoc moved again pulling free his blade with a swift yet jarring kick to the god's chest. Ares cursed as he rolled out of his fall and came at Havoc again this time with a feint. Havoc saw the trick instantly and met Ares in a deadlock. "Tell me Ares which of your children should I kill first?"

Ares responded with a swift punch which Havoc caught grinning as his yellow eyes glowed and shadowy flames surrounded him. Ares panicked trying to pull free against the monster no . . . Ares grimaced. What he fought now was a demon. Havoc let out a snarl of a laugh as he let loose a jarring kick to the gods open wound. Ares coughed up Ichor as he slammed hard to the ground before his massive sword shifted into a double barrel shotgun.

"Eat lead you Tainted Scum!" Ares snarled as his Shotgun let out a thundering crack and Havoc flew backwards in a shower of oily back smoke. The son of Krios landed hard on his shoulder ten feet back as he rose to his feet ready to meet Ares's next attack. Havoc snarled as another thundering crack shot through the valley. This time Havoc braced himself merely jolting backwards from the godly buckshot which shredded his armor and clothes. The God and demititan surged at each other Ares now holding his massive broad sword again. "You dare face me Mortal! You dare make me BLEED MY OWN ICHOR! TASTE MY BLADE!"

"I rather not but you seem so found of Fallen perhaps another wound is necessary!" Havoc chuckled as he parried the god's wild strikes. The son of Krios spun around deflecting the gods' next strike and lashed out with Fallen. The Ebony blade sliced diagonally down Ares' face in a shower of golden Ichor. Ares roared in pain as he lashed out blindly with his massive blade. Havoc moved fast evading the downward strike and lashed out with his own crippling strike to the base of Ares's hilt. The massive blade struck against the ground as Ares moved to retrieve it. Havoc was faster as he surged forward with a jarring knee the gods' chin. The god of war staggered backwards roaring in pain his neck was grabbed and the god was slammed face first into the dirt which soon was covered in a puddle of Ichor. Ares reached out to grab his blade only to be stabbed in the shoulder upon gripping his blade. "Tell me god how does the dirt taste if you Ichor mixed in with it?"

"What have you done to yourself?" Ares growled as he lifted his blade upwards willing to take on his Devine form. The god of war yelled in pain as his stab wounds smoldered and turned black etching his body with ebony veins. Ares eyes looked up upon Fallen which was smoldering with the gods' blood. To late did Ares realize what that blade was. "That blade... The Blade of Ruin! How? We cast it into the depths of Mount Olympus! Even a god would burn to nothing trying to obtain it!"

"I am not a god, Ares." Havoc laughed cynically as he drove Fallen into Ares back severing the gods' spine. The god let out an unearthly scream of pain as Havoc pulled free his blade. "And what I did to myself... Well let's just say before the gods when darkness ran wild, Demons were very real. I simply found one in the darkness and made a friend. Now any last words Ares? Oh, and I would choose them wisely."

"You cannot kill a god boy!" Ares spat Ichor which had begun to decay and turn black at Havoc which sizzled on the boys ivory skin. The god of war cursed wildly as Havoc ran him through once more and twisted Fallen before pulling it out. "You may steal my essence boy! But you will never kill-"

Havoc brought down Fallen in a deadly arch as it cleaved Ares' head clean off stopping him mid-sentence. The god gasped before he began to crumble until all that was left was bleach white sand. Havoc stuck his blade into the pile of sand which hissed and fused with his blade forming a star on the ebony blade.

"You were right Ares one cannot kill a god but sadly you were no god. At least not after I ran you through." Havoc said to his blade Fallen knowing a part of Ares could hear him. "Next the Romans, your sons and daughters will suffer but your sacrifice will not be wasted."

"Lord the sun rises we must fall back this is our deal." A Dracaena soldier hissed pointing to the sky her oddly ebony scales had begun smoldering slightly. The crimson dawn was turning golden on the hills making Havoc sigh with a nod. Havoc knew that his endless spawn of monsters were limited to sun down to sun rise. Only Erebus could command the army during the day. Havoc grimaced still disappointed that even after he had slain Erebus and made the primordial deities temple his own Havoc still needed to claim Erebus's seat of power. Whatever that may be Maxwell was sure to have that now. "My lord we are falling back to Erebus's domain."

"So be it I will address the survivors." Havoc said raising his blade high willing it to project his voice to the Romans. "Your god had been slain your home has been razed and your soldiers decimated. You will not survive a second attack that much is certain. If the people of New Rome wish to live they will leave and turn from their gods. One has fallen and more are to come. I will leave you to ponder upon who you will have faith in; your pitiful gods or my very real blade and army. Do not take my gift lightly, I will kill every one of you and in your death the gods will come and they too will die. Think on your sins Romans darkness awaits."

Havoc brought down his blade slicing through the air calling upon Erebus's essence. A long slash of darkness hung in the air as Havoc pulled himself through and into the Temple of Erebus. His yellow eyes cut through the darkness seeing the Ocean of monsters making a path to Havoc's throne.

The God Killer sat at his throne watching as his path closed and left him sitting above the Ocean of monsters. Havoc looked at his right wrist which still had a long black scab from where Erebus had given him the blood of a demon. He took a deep breath as he let the darkness overtake him.