Master of Death
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Disclaimer: Please, don't end me J.K. Rowling and Rick Riordan. I'm just playing around with the amazing stuff you created.
Warnings: OOCness, extreme sillyness, borderline crack!, bad grammar (and I mean really bad)
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"Who does this guy thinks he is?" Nico exclaimed incredulously. "Death has no master!"
Percy hid a laugh while watching his abnormally infuriated cousin.
Nico misinterpreted the strangled noise for a disagreement, so he lamented: "Okay, sure. There's Thanatos who answers to my father, but besides that! Master of death… if anyone is a master of death it's got to be Hades, I'm just saying."
"That's adorable really", Annabeth commented dryly, "You getting all worked up over this and defending valiantly your father's dictatorship over the death-business."
Nico's murderous gaze landed on the blond. Percy felt the need to step in, though he wasn't sure whom he was saving from whom.
"You do realize that this is all pointless", Percy said.
Nico raised an eyebrow and glanced at the seagod's son. "Pointless", he repeated in a dead voice.
Percy hid a shiver at the tone but bravely continued, "Master of death or not ("Not!" claimed Nico vehemently.) I hardly think he will be running in the same circles as your father. All 'different-religion-thing', right?" Last question was to his scarily smart girlfriend.
Annabeth hummed and then nodded. Nico didn't seem convinced.
"What do you mean: he won't be running in the same circles?" the boy grumbled.
Annabeth leaped in the conversation. She just couldn't resist the temptation to show off her knowledge. "All the religions have their own gods and goddesses. For example there's the Hel who is the goddess of underworld in the Norse mythology and in old Finnish lore there are Tuoni and his wife Tuonetar who rule the Underworld and the dead."
Percy had no idea how she came up with all these facts nor did he particularly care.
"People believe lots of things and so what. It doesn't make them necessarily real or even if they are; why should it concern us? Gods don't meddle with each other. It's bad manners. This 'master of death' guy probably has his own playground. "
There was silence after her words.
"Right", Nico said, "I don't really care."
He took up his sword and turned to walk away into the shadows, "I'm going to have a couple words with this guy." And so he vanished.
Annabeth and Percy were left alone in the cabin.
"Well, that's one problem solved", Percy said which promptly caused Annabeth to hit him.
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Meanwhile in the UK:
"Who the devil are you?!" Harry Potter exclaimed and subtly tried to reach for his wand.
"Close enough", Nico said and stepped closer, "I'm his son, actually, and the rest is just semantics."
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