First off, I must give a huge thanks to all those who favorite, followed, and reviewed. Thank you all for reading my story, even though I pretty much never update. Thanks to MakaidosTheFirst for beta-ing this! I am in the process of writing a new story, so I probably won't update for awhile. (What's new?) And, before you ask, no, I am not that bad at writing, I just have a sickness called the Laziness Syndrome. Enjoy!

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What I saw in her eyes made me widen mine in fear. She had a ring of blinding white light around her pupil. "Fuck you… Order." I groaned. Thalia smiled sadistically. She slit my throat with her knife, spraying blood all over her face.

Chapter 2: Choices

Percy POV

My eyes opened to a familiar location. I looked around and saw mindless ghosts milling about. I saw a desk with a skeletal man dressed in a black cloak behind it. The man held a Stygian Iron boat paddle. I stumbled towards the desk and brought out a golden drachma from my pocket. I handed it to the man and he inspected it carefully.

"Ah, Perseus Jackson, drowned in a bathtub again, I presume?" The man asked me. "No Charon, I actually died this time." I replied glumly. His eyes widened in surprise. "Very well, get on the boat." Charon rushed, pulling me with him towards the boat of death.

I carefully stepped onto the boat and it started to float down the River Styx. I looked overboard and saw trophies, blueprints, money, and countless other frivolous items. The objects of broken dreams. "Might I ask, what was your cause of death?" Charon asked me.

"Betrayal." I quickly answered, hoping to end the painful subject. I looked overboard one last time and something I hoped I never would see caught my eye. A ring. A beautiful, apatite and opal ring. The ring I was going to propose to Annabeth with after the war. I know, I know, I was young, maybe too young, but I loved her. With every fiber in my body.

"By whom?" The ferryman inquired. "Everybody." He looked at me with slight pity in his eyes. Silence ensued for the rest of my ride. I took my time to reflect on what happened. It was quite simple actually, Zeus feared the power that I had shown at the battle. Annabeth blamed me for 'ruining her life' and 'dumping her', even though it was her choice to become a goddess. She knew that I would not pick godhood.

All my friends at camp blamed me, because they took the word of my newbie half-brother, who only wanted power. They thought I 'ruined their pranks' or 'flooded their garden' well, sons of Poseidon can create storms too. Sons of Poseidon can ruin pranks. Sons of Poseidon can ruin lives. However, all this mentioned does not affect me, seeing as I did none of this before I died.

Thalia actually believed that I would attempt to defile a young maiden. The only reason she thought I would do that terrible thing, is because of her 'best cousin in the world' as she so openly named him. Thalia used to think of me as her brother. That is, until lies were fed to her from that bastard Nathan.

The one thing I regret is never visiting Paul and my mom. They deserved to know I was falsely accused of being a traitor. I'll probably never see them again. The gods or the hunters most likely killed them in their sleep. I fumed at the thought of them doing such a thing to my family. I want the Olympians to suffer.

"Ah, here we are; The Hall of Judgment." Charon broke the eerie, but peaceful quietness. My head snapped up and I looked around. I noticed we were approaching a giant clearing, filled with ghosts.

We stopped at the gates of the underworld. A giant fence blocked the path to the palace of Hades. To the left was a huge line of ghosts and specters. To the right, a hole in the fence with the words 'Fields of Asphodel' stood, with a constant stream of guilty spirits venturing into it. I stepped into the long line and waited for my turn. I would later regret stepping into that line.

There were two ghosts in front of me before it was my time to be judged. "Sally Maria Jackson, please step forward." The judges ordered. I had to stifle a gasp of surprise. "For birthing the traitor of Olympus, you will be sent to the fields of punishment." My vision turned red, but I couldn't save her, as the skeletal guards roughly grabbed her arms and drug her towards the fields of punishment.

I clenched my fists in rage, when I heard the next name. "Jason Grace, please step forward." The ghost in front of me swiftly moved in front of the judges. "For your heroism in killing the one who birthed the traitor, you will be sent to Elysium and have a chance of rebirth." Jason strutted out of the area, towards Elysium.

Now it was my turn to be judged. I stepped up towards the line.

"This boy has committed crimes against Olympus and its people. He has betrayed the trust of his friends and family. He is a traitor to Olympus for conspiring with the earth goddess, Gaea. Perseus Achilles Jackson will be sent to Tartarus for the rest of his life." Three voices said in unison.

I heard a collective gasp from the ghosts behind me. Just like that, with one glance from the judges, I was being sent to the place of nightmares. Again. "No hard feelings Jackson." I heard a voice say. I whirled my head around, finding the source of that sound.

My eyes rested on a pale boy behind the three biggest assholes in the underworld. I sent him my best glare and he visibly flinched. As I felt my soul being dragged to Tartarus, I flipped him the bird. His eyes narrowed and he shouted something, but it was lost in my agonizing cries of pain. I felt a searing pain cross my body as my soul was thrown into Tartarus, a pain worse than drinking from the Phlegethon or bathing in the River Styx. It was the pain of my soul returning to my body.

I fell down a giant crevice, and became engulfed in the screams and wails of Tartarus. As I hit the ground, my legs made a loud *Crack* and I screamed in pain. Lying on the broken glass of Tartarus, I went through my list of essentials. Ambrosia? Nope. Nectar? Nope. Sword? I checked my back pocket, fearing the worst. Riptide wasn't there. I tried to use my powers, but something held me back. I was helpless.

I felt some sort of power slip from my grasp. I felt the very air of Tartarus sucking out every ounce of power I had in me. I felt the last of my power become consumed by the pit. I began to slip into unconsciousness.

I tried to stay awake, I really did, but the lull of rest invited me into its not so caring embrace. Just as I drifted into blackness, I heard, "The master will want to have this one in his dungeons. Inform him that we have found Jackson."

A creature with one eye leaned in front of my fading vision. "Oh, we are going to have so much fun with you." It sneered maliciously.

3rd Person POV

The mortal world was in chaos. Every kind of crime you could think of was happening. Murder, rape, pillaging, all because of things that were not supposed to exist. Hellhounds and Cyclops rampaged through the cities, and the best part; the mortals could see them.

Hundreds of stars were going supernova, leaving radioactive residue in space. The sun had random solar flares, heating the earth to five hundred degrees each time one happened. Most people who lived on the equator spontaneously combusted. Those who didn't are now living in a freezer.

At night, darkness consumed the sky. No stars shone and the moon did not light up in the sky. Not even a twinkle could be seen, it was like a shroud of darkness covered the earth. The only light source was the explosions and burning buildings.

The world was at war again. The Russians thought the Americans caused this darkness. The Americans thought the Chinese did it. The Chinese thought the Germans put the world into shadows. Every country picked sides. London had already been destroyed, due to bombings from the Germans. Seattle, Los Angeles, and Sacramento were the next to be burned to the ground. There were far too many casualties on each of the four sides.

News reports drove around frantically, attempting to catch all these supernatural and war activities in the act. Many surrounded the Empire State Building, pointing their cameras to the sky. Why are they doing an act as crazy as this? Because the mist had been dissipated. The Greek goddess Hecate was fading into the Void.

"There seems to be a city in the sky, the reasons of this appearing must be linked to the stars." One reporter was saying. "The existence of this… is impossible. I say we destroy whatever this thing is. Nuke it, blow it to smithereens. Hell, for all I care, take the city with it." A man in an expensive looking tuxedo told a reporter.

"Sir, what is your name, I want to know, so that I can put it in the papers." Said reporter asked. "Prometheus Titan." The man replied, smirking at his own 'wit'. "Interesting name. Well, I'm off to do more interviews." The reported walked towards another large crowd of people.

A flash of lightning appeared above the crowd, and a voice came from the heavens saying, "Hear me mortals, you will not attempt to destroy the sacred city. You will act as if it is not there, and leave this city called Manhattan immediately." The crowd instantly quieted. "God? Is that you?" A little boy asked nervously, staring at the talking sky.

"Yes. I am a god." You could hear the pride in the god's voice. Everyone bowed. "We will be leaving the city straight away God, thank you for not killing us." A couple people said in unison. They jumped in their cars and sped away, hoping to be the first newspaper company to get this information out to the public.

Percy POV

"Is he awake?" I heard a gruff voice ask. "No, not yet." A timid voice replied nervously. I heard a nonchalant grunt. "This'll wake him." Heavy footsteps headed my way. I opened my eyes to slits to see what was going on. I saw two Cyclopes looking at me with distaste. The big one grabbed a bucket filled with some kind of goo, which was sloshing around.

He walked over to me and splashed the goo on my face. I instantly felt a searing pain on my skin. I screamed in agony and covered my face with my hands. The monsters looked at each other and burst out laughing. "He's going to have to get used to that one." The small Cyclops said through his laughter.

What could that mean? I wondered, before receiving another splash of acid to my face. "Get up whelp, Master wants to see you." A gruff voice said. I shakily got into a sitting position and looked around, taking in my surroundings.

I was in a normal brick room, with metal bars that appeared to be a mixture of silver and bronze at one side. Two Cyclopes stood, arms crossed, at the corners where the iron met brick. A creature that I had never seen in my life was standing at a now open door to my cell. Yes, that's what it is… a jail, just for me.

The creature had a deformed face that was twisted into a permanent sneer. At first glance, you would say it was humanoid… until you saw how its waist expanded backwards, making it look like a mix between a Centaur and a Hellhound. The creature's fur was black with streaks of a magma red color, making it look like a giant dog made out of molten rock. Its tail was made out of pure fire.

Its chest had a red glowing light, where a human heart would be. The monster had no showing skin; instead, fur covered its chest, stomach, and back. Stag horns poked out of its head. The monsters appeared to have fire instead of hair on its scalp. Its eyes were red and black. A black retina and a red iris.

A war axe the same color of the creature's fur was strapped to its back, the handle just above its left shoulder. The monster's shoulders had black spikes pointing away from its neck. (Like the Daedric armor from Skyrim) It had paws instead of hooves. The strange creature had hands like a normal person, but the veins were easily visible, as they were glowing a harsh red color.

I shook myself out of my stupor as the creature opened its mouth and said, "Come with me little mortal, the master wants to see you." Its raspy and deep voice resounded off of my jail cell's walls. The centaur-dog thing walked over to me and gripped my arm tightly. "Get up" It hissed, I instantly shot to my feet, not to obey the order, but to get away from the pain. I felt no pain when I stood up. My legs must be healed. I looked down at my previously held arm and saw a second degree burn had formed.

"We can fix that later puny mortal, now follow me." The monster ordered, as it turned around and walked away, but not before it flicked me in the face with its tail for good measure. A searing pain erupted from where the creature hit me. There was most likely another second degree burn. Or worse.

I staggered behind him, attempting to keep up with the hell-centaur thing. Looking around, I saw an eerie hallway lined with cells just like mine. Hands stuck out of the bars, only to be retracted as if the bars were hot rocks. One brave soul put his hand in front of the newly dubbed helltaur, only for the beast to summon a pillar of fire and use it like a whip to wrap around the wrist of whatever was in the cage.

The hand started to retract, but it was too late. The monster ripped the fire whip back and tore the hand off. The wound instantly cauterized as a cry of pain came from the cell. "Hrmph, newbie. He will learn his place here." The creature said to no one in particular.

I stared in shock, but was shook back to my senses when another flaming tail slammed into my face. I grunted In pain, but continued to walk. As we neared to end of the hallway, the helltaur muttered something that sounded like an incantation and the wall in front of us slowly crumbled to dust.

I looked 'outside' and was met by the piercing red fog of Tartarus. The furthest I could see was to another building across the clearing. As we walked out, I looked around and noticed thousands of monsters sparing a glance at my prison convoy. I heard a loud banging noise to my right and saw a group of Telekhines hammering away at what appeared to be a golden statue.

Curiosity got the best of me. "What are they making?" I blurted. The horse from hell turned around and looked at me with malice and a hint of glee in its eyes. "Silence prisoner! You will not speak unless spoken to!" It exclaimed, summoning its fiery whip and striking me across the chest with it.

I grunted in pain and clenched my teeth. We were about halfway through the clearing when the monsters started jeering at me. I just shrugged all the insults off and kept walking. As we approached the other building the horse thing turned to me and ordered, "Be on your best behavior, prisoner. We don't want the master getting angry."

He pushed the doors open and walked inside. I paused for a second, then shrugged and followed. When I got inside the building, I was met with a sight that I was not expecting. It was just a simple room with a giant blue light emitting from the middle. The light was a spherical shape and swirled around. The hell horse shoved me towards the ball and said, "Get in." I slowly walked towards the glowing sphere.

I reached my hand out towards the ball and heard a loud explosion. The monster behind me shoved me into the ball. The second I touched the sphere I felt like I was shadow traveling faster than the speed of light. A few seconds later, I felt my body hit the ground. Bile immediately rose to my throat. I quickly pushed it down. I shakily sat up and looked around.

The scene I saw was magnificent. Towers that touched the clouds, all arrayed in a random fashion, or at least it looked random to me. Trees and shrubs surrounded the city, making it look like an oasis in the forest. I looked down and realized I was on a small platform with railing.

A loud thump came from behind me and I whirled around. A group of white armored humanoid figures jumped out of the ball, drew their swords and spread out around the sphere. They turned to it just as a bright flash and another thump came from it. The hell horse jumped out, his whip flashing everywhere. The other group blocked the strikes with ease. While fighting, the creature's eyes landed on me. It suddenly rushed towards me and picked me up by the throat. For some reason, its hand didn't burn me.

"Don't move or he dies." The helltaur snarled. The group of people instantly stopped moving. "Your business is not with him, hell horse. Put the boy down." One of the figures ordered. "You are mistaken human, everyone's business is with him. Everyone wants him on their side. I am just taking him to the right side. However, I would like to know how you reenchanted my portal. The thing was supposed to lead us to Hell." The hell horse retorted. While they were talking, I found an opening to get away. Slammed my elbow into the monster's neck. It grunted in pain and dropped me like a hot potato.

I rolled to my feet and scrambled away, gasping for air. I stood up and looked around. I noticed that another group of humans had arrived, but this time, they were covered in black armor. They were all looking at me with shock evident in their features. I raised my eyebrow and said, "Um, hi." They continued to stare. I walked towards the railing and looked back. They were all still frozen in the same spot. I waved my hand and they all lurched forward.

They looked around wildly until their eyes rested on me. "How did you…" One of the black armored humans spluttered. I heard the sound of a helicopter behind me and turned around. The machine I saw sent a flicker of recognition through my brain. The helicopter was a sandy color with streaks of a golden glowing materiel around the base and blades of the machine. (Looks like an AH-1Z Viper, but more futuristic.)

"Everybody get on the ground! We only want the boy!" A voice said from the helicopter. "Stop!" I yelled. Surprisingly, they all did as I asked. "Who are you? What do you want with me?" I questioned. Somehow, the helicopter quieted the noise it was making. Someone from the group of black soldiers stepped forwards. "We are the Chaotics, the army of Chaos. What we want with you… well what we all want with you, is for you to join us."

That grabbed my interest, so I addressed the group in white. "And you?" One of them stepped forward and saluted me. "The Ordians sir! Soldiers of our great and powerful Lord Order!" It sounded like a little kid was in that armor, but for all I know, it actually might be. "Who are you, what are you, and who do you work for?" I asked addressing the hell horse.

"I have no name, but my species is called κόλαση άλογο, or Hell Horse in your tongue. My creators were very… creative with naming us. As for who I work for, I work for Abyss and his army." Definitely not an option. Abyss just sounds evil. "What about you?" I said, gesturing towards the helicopter. "Who we are and what we do is classified. You could learn if you joined us though." I looked at the others for confirmation. The Chaotics leader shrugged and said, "It's true, no one knows who they are, or what they do. We just assume they are too ashamed because we think they do not have a deity as a leader." I heard one of the Ordians whisper, "But they keep beating us at everything."

"And what would you do if I jumped over the edge?" I asked, gesturing towards the railing. I got multiple answers of "Let you die" and "Save you"s from the assortment of armies. "What do you all want me for?" I suddenly asked. "To win a war." The helicopter answered. With that, I vaulted over the railing, into the unknown.

Hope you guys enjoyed it! I will try to update sooner, but I have a tendency to do the opposite. Again, Huge thanks to my beta MakaidosTheFirst! Thanks for reading, and remember, any kind of feedback is appreciated!