Hades pulled up in an old VW van called "THE PANTY DROPPER."

"Don't ask Percy," he grumbled, "just get in."

Percy stood looking perplexed at the god. Then a small smile crept on his face,

"So where'd you get the car?" Hades gave him a death stare (pun totally intended).

"Shut up and just get in." He barked. Percy hopped into the Volkswagon van with rust spots and slammed the door shut, making the entire vehicle shutter. Hades didn't seem to mind and started to drive.

Percy looked over at the god of the underworld and studied his face. His "mortal form" looked haggard. A week old beard, dark rings under his eyes, and he looked like he had a pretty darn bad cold.

"What's going on?" Percy finally asked. There was silence from Hades for awhile as he turned on the windshield wipers as rain started to fall. He sighed, merged onto the freeway, then answered:

"The gods are dying Percy."

More silence followed as Percy's heart picked up speed.

He looked over at Hades again and could see that there was something seriously wrong with him. The exhausted look he wore was an actual representation of how he was feeling.

"But gods can't die." He stated the obvious.

"Well apparently, we can now... and that's why.." Percy could tell he was really struggling to say the last part of the sentence, "I came to you for help."

Still in shock, he stammered, "But... you're Hades. Aren't you kind of.. immune to death?" Suddenly he had an image of his father dying and felt a stab of panic.

"Even as the god of death and the afterlife, I can't stop that... especially when I am wanted dead."

"What's killing you?"

"It's not a what, it's a who."

"Ok then who?" Percy blurted out.

"Chaos."

Suddenly his whole body felt cold. He had felt Chaos' presence before in the depths fo Tartarus... and he didn't like it.

Hades continued, "And for some reason, he's doing us a favor and letting us die slowly. And before you ask any more annoying question, the answer is: I don't know why. And that's why I need your help." He paused and then continued.

"None of the other gods want help from the demigods or others. They're too stubborn."

"Shocking." Percy responded sarcastically, now starting to get an image of Zeus commanding the others not to say a word. His ego would hurt the worst out of all of them which was no surprise.

"They want to figure it all out by themselves. But of course... being a bit of an outsider I couldn't just keep my mouth shut. And... the feeling death.. it now feels foreign to me. I used to feel at ease and in comfort around so much death, but actually feeling it within my bones is something different. I don't like it."

"So basically what your'e saying is, you need my help... to defeat an entity that basically can't be defeated and can literally turn anything into nothingness and bring the world as we know it to an end?"

"Basically."

"I'm in."


This story is intended to be a new series, so if you're someone that loves the Percy Jackson universe but doesn't just want a short spinoff, then this is definitely for you.

Feel free to let me know what you think of it so far and where you think this might go. I'm curious. ;)