Hi, welcome old and new to Bond. This was be slash, I will be using biblical terms and stories. If anyone is offended by the content, please leave. Criticism is acceptable, however, if its mindless flaming - then, I'll laugh it off and make fun of you publicly.

Warnings and Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson or the Harry Potter series, or anything recognizable. The Bible… is owned by… the people. I have bad grammar. I try my best.

Mark of the Beast

-2500 B.C.-

Specks of oozing black puss decorated the sodden ground as he laughed and laughed. The fools, he thought, as he stared at each face that surrounded him. Normally, they were calm and ethereal. A picture of perfection but not today, and it hadn't been so for many days. These children were pushed into a corner by the small amount of fun he decided to have. He chuckled again, his voice filled to the brim with mirth. He'd let them think that they had won. After all, his fun was done. The few lucky mortals that had survived would write down the events which had trnspired. The humans would never forget, he'd left a lasting imprint on the world.

"We've got you cornered, jackass. I don't see why you're laughing! Your punishment will be one full of agony," the one on his right promised him. He merely glanced at the boy who had a shock of red hair and a pair of swirling ruby eyes. Ares, they'd call him.

"Child, if you're talking about Tartarus, get over yourself. I dwell within the bowels of the planet's inner core," he shot back. Satisfaction washed over him at the stunned and slightly scared look that ghosted over the boy's ragged features. He wiped his mouth with a tanned hand waiting for the right moment to speak to all of them, to strike fear in their hearts.

"Try not to be fooled, nephew," came a cool reply from the one standing on the outer edge of the other two men that were the appointed leaders of this get together. His appearance was pale and his clothes were made out of souls. He sniffed, a certain scent of sulfur was around him too. "Do not forget my domain," he said with an edge of contempt, "I would be aware if he lived near me."

"Hades, we are alike in many ways but don't forget whom you're speaking about. You and your family have no idea what I'm capable of," he said. There was no arrogance or superiority coupled with the fact he had named. He was confident, these so-called gods were a little above a human when he compared them to his power level. Only Him, his pitch-black eyes locked onto the odd blue-sky above, would ever be enough to take him on. He turned his stare back to Hades; the boy had turned his angry gaze on the one of the leaders, the one with electric-blue eyes. Zeus was the lad's name. He was surprisingly one of the youngest out of the bunch.

"Seal him now! We have much to make up for. The balance must be restored lest we risk utter chaos," Hades spat at Zeus. His lips couldn't help but curve into the slightest of smiles, he had wondered what happened to his old friend Chaos. Would he be happy with how things were going at this moment?

"Come forth, Heka, Isis, and Hecate," Zeus softly ordered. He was pleased to note the soft detection of apprehension. Good, the boy had some sense his family was clearly missing. His majestic dark wings flapped behind him for a couple of seconds before he let them sink back into him with little difficulty. By no means were they his Achilles heel but they were extremely sensitive and painful if one of them was even nicked.

He crisped-crossed his legs together, silently beginning to recite the spells in an archaic language. His words flowed together like a never-ending stream. While he acknowledged the three women were strong magicians they were nowhere near strong enough to do away with him. His subtle spell weaved into the trio of women's combined one rewriting subtle things and giving it a stronger effect. He kept on with his task as a bright, glowing star seared itself into the ground surrounding him. Iridescent symbols laid themselves on deep lines, chains forged by Hephaestus wrapped around his form in every way possible.

A snow-white scarf buzzed with hidden enchantments tied around his eyes, and this time he decided to speak. The girls could take care of the rest. "I've had fun with you all. Thank you for entertaining me with this game," he said clearly. His light tenor was eerily chilling. For surviving against me and managing to give me a couple of bruises I'll let you live to see another day!" He tilted his head, sensing them all. Each of them was scared.

"I'll be back though and I'll come through your most precious one. Never forget I am the darkness," he called to them as he slowly sunk into the ground. He snickered when his head was the only thing left. "Tata!" And with that he was gone.

The Gods turned amongst themselves not knowing whether to heed his words or not. With some thought they decided to push them into the corners of their mind. They had jobs to do now. There was no time to think upon the cryptic words of a being that now and forever would be tormented in Tartarus. So, with that, they each said their goodbyes disappearing off to restore balance, peace, and order.

What fools they were.

-Present Day-

Rachel Elizabeth Dare was with the Apollo children outside on the many benches. Naturally, she got along with them despite her being a mortal and all. They did share the same godly patron so to speak. She turned to her left side where a new camper had just been claimed, alike her, the girl had red hair and loved to draw. Rachel opened her mouth, in order to ask for piece of charcoal when her vision became fragmented. She tried to control her screams as she viewed the world, or what she thought was the world.

Everything was on fire. Dead bodies littered the ground and the Gods themselves were grotesque, monstrous creatures. All of them moaned in a haunting symphony as they grappled each other in order to reach two glimmering thrones upon a tall gleaming tower of skulls. A young boy with vivid sea-green eyes and messy black hair sat upon the least ornate one, a bejeweled spiked collar around his milky white neck and a leash held in his hand connected to figure cloaked in shadows of the fires below. The other figure…. there was no point… it was the Beast.

Her vision of what was to come was abruptly skewered into a wayward mess, the words rolled out of her mouth:

"Darkness has captured the deities' hero

Vengeance thy name

For the one with hero's fame;

Can only be his disclaim

Three paths lay out

As the evil one comes about"