I am back after two months of absence. For any readers who were looking forward for the next chapter expectantly, I am sorry and I hope this makes up for it. The story is quite mapped out in my eyes. It will be a long one, but updates will be routinely.
Also, there is a reason for the apparent evilness of the 6 demigods but they are not going to suddenly become good again in the middle of the story. Surely not Jason. Also, for any DW fans out there, part of Jason's character is based on the Masters bcoz come on, can there be a more beloved villian!
Next chp shall show percy and the gods. There are a lot of story arcs in this story and each will be explained gradually through the story. No fun, just throwing it in the face. Thats all I can say for now. Happy reading and sorry for any errors. I sincerely hope this doesn't disappoint.
The back road was deserted save for an eighteen-year old boy covered from head to toe in black fabric leaning casually against a pole. The boy's sharp green eyes darted from side to side, waiting for someone's arrival. With smooth practised movements, he removed a tiny scroll from the insides of his coat and skimmed over the information for the tenth time.
He wasn't jittery by nature, but more than two hours' delay for his target's arrival was enough to make him nervous. He was just about to give up when, on cue, a man stumbled into view from the corner of the street. Immediately, the boy retreated to the darkness of the shadows.
The lone light on the street gave it an eerie edge but the man, inebriated beyond his capacity, continued on without a glance, singing songs at the top of his voice. The boy in the shadows smirked. This would be easier than he imagined. The man stepped into the dim circle of illumination before pausing in his step.
He turned around slowly as the boy walked into view. " Who are-" he began in a slurred voice, swinging the bottle in his hand from side to side.
The boy grinned and replied before the man could go on, " Don't you remember me general. After all, I was the one who reccomended you. 1000 mortals put to death in two years, I knew I chose you for a reason.
Before the man could grace the comment with a reply, the alcohol from the bottle rose out and slammed into his face. Disoriented, he took a step back, but strong hands clasped around his neck, making him choke.
"Sadly, I am not the killing type", the boy stated, disappointment colouring his features before delivering a heavy punch to the man's face.
Line break ( yep its me. I break the scene. Nice to meet you! Bye!) Line break
The insistent arguing was not helping his mood.
" Shut up!", he barked out, immediately recieved with complete silence. He allowed himself a small smile. This was how he liked it. In power and superior. He couldn't blame Gaea and Kronos for trying.
" Now, Annabeth, what's our status?"
The addressed blond girl stood up and snapped her fingers. A long scroll appeared out of thin air and she began reading from it.
" After we curbed " feeedom for humans" and their allies, the other mortal rebellions have grown more cautious. Two more free demigods were apprehended. Their being initiated into the army as we speak. One of the soldiers spoke his god-, his exiled parent's name. His punishment is pending. As for-"
She was stopped from continuing by an impatient wave of the hand." Thats all good. But I want to know about Jackson. Any idea where he is. And what about those rumours of 'them' still alive?"
A burly red head struck her staff against the ground.
" Yes Clarisse?"
" One of our mortal generals, Staan, was abducted. Looks like Percy's doing. He's the only one with that much guts anyways. We've already replaced him with Coney. And in my opinion, the gods being around is complete bullshit. Just a way to spread panic. They weren't immortal when they were cast out. Moreover, why would they turn up after all this time. Just enemy stratergy if you ask me".
A hispanic scrawny looking kid spoke up, " Not rumours necessarily Lord Jas-"
" Enough on that! ", Jason interrupted." The Titans have begun to gather again?"
" Yes ", another council member replied, " Your predictions were right as always sire! But our army is ready"
" Meeting adjourned", he announced and prepared to stood up when he noticed the horrified looks on half of his council's faces; the ones that had known him before he rose to power.
" But what about the termination of mortal torture and killings", a golden-eyed dark-skinned girl asked a bit angrily.
" My empire, my rules. I had promised I would 'consider', and I consider that it shall be continued. Watch your emotions, Hazel Levesque, or you might regret it". With that, he swept out of the courtroom, his cape sweeping behind him.
He did like to make a show, he thought with a smile. Only thing he had genuinely liked about his father.
His past companions were proving to be a bit pf a problem. He had already introduced other loyal members for majority and had deposed off others, like exiling Percy, making Piper leave and forcing Frank to step down. He realised that while he was lost in thoughts, a pageboy had run up to him and was waiting nervously.
"Yes?", he queried.
" Sir, you told me to remind you to visit a prisoner".
Without wasting another second, he teleported to the dank cell he had especially built in an abandoned subway. Only one guard was waiting , but he quickly scrambled away at his sight.
He used a gust of wind to rip apart the jail door. The mortals can always be coerced into making more. He had made sure that the cell was rustic, with the steel bars and everything. Noiselessly, he strolled to the far end, the only part which was completely shrouded in darkness. He smirked wickedly and called out, " And where's my darling little plaything?"
His eyes had by now adjusted to the darkness and he could see the outline of a girl hanging against the wall by chains stirring as if just waking up. After a second, he was rewarded with a weak reply, " You again. Why don't you just kill me already Jason?"
He grinned manically, " Now what would be the fun in that fellow praetor"
" You are not worthy of that title", she spat back.
"You're right", he replied stroking his chin, " I am worthy of much more. Something like hmm..king of everything, ruler of all! But then again I already am" , he finished with a fluorish.
Reyna stared at him with pity, " What happened to you, Jason?".
" I won!", he yelled out gleefuly, " all those quests and responsibilities forced upon us by those no-good parents of ours like we were slaves while we could do so much better. I always wished to get away from them but looks like I did my dream one better."
" You're insane", she muttered under her breath.
He came forward and stroked her cheek, making her flinch. Then he continued in a low, dangerous voice, " I am insane. Why do you think I come here? Its like I need some sort of release. All those tortures and killings, you don't think they're just for fun, do you? Its what helps me get through my bouts of madness. Then again, thats the price of genius!"
"...and deluded. Oh did I forgret paranoid too?", she expected to see atleast a glimmer of frustration on his face, but the result was completely opposite. Cheerfully, he replied, " I like it when you fight back. One-sided conversations are so boring."
He took out a key from his pocket and threw it at Reyna's face. She desperately tried to get a hold of it with her teeth, but the metal richocheted off her forehead and fell a few feet away from her. With theatric twirl, he left, saying, " That key is your feeedom staring you right in your face. But you can never reach it. I love metaphors you know"
She sighed and lolled her head to the side. The chains had already numbed her hands and feet beyond any feeling. Fortunately, these daily visits of Jason, however unbearable, meant the guard left her alone out of fear of angering the king. She only hoped Jackson kept his promise. She hadn't agreed to rot in a cell for nearly 10 months now for nothing.
A lone tear slipped from her eyes. She was always left woth a whirlwind of raging emotions after these routine conversations. Whatever could have twisted her once best friend's mind to such an extent that he was positively unhinged. " You better hurry Jackson", she whispered, " you better hurry."
Within a minute she was back into her erratic slumber with her never ending nightmares of New Rome burning and all her comrades and fellow Romans dying. But however sincerely she hoped it was just a dream, she was always painfully aware of the reality of the situation. She had, after all, seen it with her own eyes.
Outside, Jason watched the pained look on his prisoner's face with a satisfied smile. A few minor gods that he had allowed to survive worked for him and he had made sure that Morpheus would induce the 'best' of dreams in Reyna's mind.
He took one last look, then prepared to leave. It was always after these releases that he always had 'that' feeling. That he was actually two people living in the same body. One side, which thrived on power and oppresion, but was considerably sane and the other sadistic twisted one which he hid from everyone else.
He had a sneaking suspicion that he was neither.
/line break ( i am back! Did you miss me?) Line break/
The seven-foot titan stood before the Corycian caves of Greece. The ground in front of the cave shifted slightly so that a small tunnel opened up which went below the cave. The titan stepped through it and found himself in a brightly lit throneroom completely bare, except for a mud throne standing several feet tall right in the centre.
A woman was engraved into the throne with so much precision that it felt like she had sat on the throne, and then been buried in it in the same position. As the titan reached the foot of the throne, the engraved woman's features shifted into a smile.
Taking it as a cue to speak, the Titan said, " They don't suspect a thing mother. I have convinced my brothers to fight again. The gods are still thought of as rumours. Everything is just as you wished and nobody suspects your involvement".
His statement was met with a booming laughter that echoed through the entire room, coming from nowhere in particular, followed by a voice , " The trap is set now. All the pieces are finally in their place. Now, its time to take out the queen. Let the game begin."
The voice paused before continuing, "but before that you, my pawn have to go. I very well can't have any strategic weaknesses this close to victory".
The Titan seemed to have failed to grasp the meaning because by the time he began to protest, he was already being swallowed by the earth.
The voice however continued, " The earth is unyielding son and very, very determined. Everything began from it and everything will come back to it. Dust, is after all the earth's best friend and that is exactly what I intend to do with this world."