100 Days Lost In Time's Domain – Chapter 3: Salvation… Or Not
Warning: Language and suggestive themes at one point.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Percy Jackson Series, they belong to Rick. You own your beautiful self. ^-^
You gasped for the sweet thick air as you jolted awake from the nightmare that seemed so real. That seemed as if you had been dead for centuries. You cautiously eyed your surroundings as you laid there tucked in bed. Wait...
Bed?
You finally came to your senses, realising you were in a bedroom of some sort. Neat and tidy as one might think. But no, this wasn't the average guest bedroom, done up to impress some foreigners and possibly hiding a secret of some sort. This was beyond that, overly done in your mind. More than any dream bedroom you could possibly imagine.
"I could die to have a good night's sleep in a bed like this..." You murmured, your mouth slightly left hanging open as you were left breathless. "Heck even a room like this..."
You shifted so that you sat upright cross-legged on the bed, your back resting against the gold metal bed frame, the duvet falling in a heap by your legs. The delicate black and gold chiffon canopy above the king-size bed hid the interior of the room from you. But you already guessed that this was a bedroom fit for the King of the Gods.
Your hands unconsciously ran across the duvet, silky to the touch and over the fine gold thread work that would have cost more than a few thousand gold drachmas in labour. Each thread was sewn to perfection to create a unique flawless design that seemed quite familiar to you as you eyed it carefully. You couldn't place your finger on it, but you were sure you had seen the embroidery before. An emblem of power?
You could only just make out the interior of the room through the canopy covering the bed, but you being your curious self, this wasn't enough to satisfy you. You shifted your position so your legs were hanging off the edge of the king-size bed, knowing better that it's rude to go around snooping in someone's bedroom.
Testing your balance you placed one foot on the ground, hissing as it came into contact with the ice cold floor. Your legs turned to jelly as you stumbled forward, pushing back the curtains of the chiffon canopy to reveal the full interior. Your jaw now completely slack you whistled low.
"Dayum."
The walls and floor were the purest black marble ever seen, each crystal inside the marble could be defined from every angle. Even if you turned your head by the slightest degree, they twinkled in the natural light, like the stars of the black universe and heavens above. A single chandelier hung from the centre of the room, its light illuminating the room in a warm gold glow. Each candle encrusted inside a lion's jaw, six hung from the chandelier each in a pouncing motion, claws at the ready.
The room itself was exquisite and immense in size, perfect if you were having a mass sleepover. Your mind drifted off as you imagined everyone in Camp Half Blood having a Greek themed sleepover with Dionysus' wine, playing truth or dare. You snickered as you imagined a drunken Percy proposing to a flustered Nico…
Percy: "Nico-senpai…. I have these feelings…"
Nico: "Uh-huh… I'm not the kind of person for romance advic-" -_-
Percy: "Uhm… I think I love you..."
Nico: "…You're drunk Perce." -_-
Percy: "NO I AM NOT." *Gets down on one knee* Nico-kun, will you marry me?" .
Nico: "You're three centuries too late when you didn't accept my offer." -_-
Will: "Excuse me he's already taken." ^-_-^
Leo: "Mentally... and physically." ^0^
Nico: *Wheezes* "I'm sending you to Tartarus, fire boy." ._.
Percy: "Let me bear your seahorse babies and demon children!" ^-^
Nico: "What the actual fuck." 0_o
Annabeth: "That's not genetically possible..." -_-
Percy: "AND THEN WE CAN HAVE LOTS OF NEMOS AND DORYS!" _
Nico: *Retches*
Will: *Triggered*
Poseidon: "Son of a Barnacle… I'M NOT BEING THEIR BABYSITTER!"
Returning back to the current dimension, you set your mission to try and find out where the heck you were and whose bedroom this was. You looked around the room noticing how finely it was furnished, not before noticing the large door to the room towards the west side of the room.
You skidded across the smooth floor towards the grand bronze door before you, past the marble polished desk and chair that sat below the only window to the room, the curtain drapes closed shut. Studying it, you noticed the same emblem that was on the duvet of the bed, engraved into the door itself.
"Must be the coat of arms…" You pondered as your fingers grazed over the golden lion head door knob, your fingertips dipping into the gaps between the open jaw. You firmly turned the golden lion's head anti-clockwise, muttering a quick prayer to the Gods, hoping that the door would click and unlock. Nothing.
You tried again, this time placing your left foot on the door for leverage and tugging at it. Put your back into it underling.
"Shut it." You retaliated back at the whispers, as you gripped the lion's jaw harder in anger. The whispers fuelled the fury pulsing through your veins as you-
Thwack.
Catapulted through the air, you pulled the lion's head clean off the door, sending you flying past the king-size bed and into one of the tall bookshelves at the other end of the room. CONTACT. Your instincts screamed back at you.
You groaned in agony at the blinding pain, smashing your head in the whiplash, causing some of the crammed items inhabited in it to fall. Cupping your head in an attempt to try and protect it from the brain damage you were about to receive, you cursed as it felt that the very Sky above you was falling.
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow….." You winced at every item that collapsed onto your fragile body. Recalling those childish slapstick violence cartoons, you waited for the classic moment for when the brick would finally fall on your head.
Moments passed… your brain gave the all clear and you shifted so that you uncovered your head, beginning to slowly sit up. Items and knick-knacks were littered around you left, right and centre across the marble floor. Though your blurry vision wasn't much of a help to you; the impact had rattled your brain. You rubbed the back of your neck trying to ease the pain from whatever the hell decided to attack you from the bookshelf. But there's always one rule you should follow.
Rule no 394. Never trust your brain no matter how trustworthy it is. Always.
The final item fell in slow-mo, as you tilted your head back, trying to crack your neck in the process. Your eyes widened as the final item neared your very face.
"FUUUUUDDDDDDDGGGGGEEEE!" You slow-mo screamed in horror, trying to shield your eyes from 'it'. The impact face planted you as you heard the ear splitting shatter of 'it'. The unearthing silence followed as you uncovered your eyes staring at 'it' that laid face down in your lap. You prepared your battle cry screaming profanities…
"BISH YOU WANNA GO!" You picked the 'it' up, prepared to send 'it' back to Tartarus as you gripped the broken glass on the item, piercing your silk (s/c) skin. You were about to lob 'it' and smash 'it' at the bronze door that screamed 'ye shall not pass' before you finally realised what 'it' actually was. You froze in mid swing as you noticed the cracked glass of the antique photo frame and the three figures that stood together. A family. Though it seemed that this one was torn apart.
The colours of the photo seemed a little faded, till you realised that it was a detailed coloured sketch of the family. A tall muscular man stood to the left, his face emotionless and cold. His shoulder length raven dark hair shadowed his face making him look dark and heartless; his piercing gold eyes lacked no life. His jawline sharp and defined, one would know that he would grant no mercy to anyone.
The strength he had was visible under the red loincloth he wore; his body was tensed giving off an overpowering aura. His skin though was unusual, resembling the night sky as you could pick out the various constellations of the stars on his muscular arm.
To the right, a lady who looked no more than 20 years old stood, dressed in a fine green evening dress. You brought the frame closer to your eyes as you admired the fine young woman, her skin pure white as quartz. The elegant dress on her body was woven from fresh grass that sparkled with morning dew pearls. She wore a forest green robe on top, covered with fine gold and white embroidery, resembling that of the morning sunlight that filters through tree branches.
Her hair, a luscious and dark earth brown flowed free behind her, a single plait weaved throughout her tousled hair resembling that of a tree trunk. Her face adorned a simple smile that hid so many secrets to one who didn't have a keen eye. But her eyes were the feature that defined her, a leafy green with swirls of emerald. Your eyes moved down as you followed her hands to where they were resting on a young boy's shoulder.
He looked no more than 7 years old, but one could tell that he would grow up to be a fine warrior one day. His face so innocent as he had a cheerful yet fierce warrior's smile as if challenging one to a battle - deceptive. He resembled the older gentleman to the left, the same gold eyes and the same hair, except more shorter, but curly and tangled like the woman to the right. The young boy wore a leather armour and a single sword to the left of his belt, his left hand clasped around the hilt. He stood tall and proud in what you guessed to be his mother's arms, but they seemed to stand apart from what seemed to be the boy's father.
Your eyes were torn away from the boy, realising the crimson colour painting the canvas card in the photo frame. The blood from your pierced skin seeped through the cracked glass tainting the sketch of the family. You started to panic, realising that the photo you held in your hands was of intrinsic worth if it had been kept for so long that it was still in a good condition, except where the colours had faded from being exposed to the light.
You scrambled to get up from the floor, running towards the marble polished desk under the window, setting the cracked photo frame on the desk. You sat down on the chair, assessing the damage caused. Frame: Still good condition, some of the gold leaf had been taken off… Glass: Dead. RIP. Photo: Fucked for eternity if it doesn't get cleaned up.
You turned the photo frame around carefully, not wanting to obliterate its condition anymore. This was the dying patient on the hospital bed that you had two minutes to literally save and boy were you tense. Your hands were shaking as you fumbled to open the back of the frame, bending the metal hooks upwards.
You stabbed each of your fingers numerous times, the minuscule piece of metal dug into the tips of your fingers rendering them now too tender to touch. Slowly you peeled the back stand of the photo frame off revealing the canvas card beneath. You noticed the faint handwriting in the corner of the photo.
I chi fy Mab. Ffyddlon Duw y Parth Amser a Brenin y dyfodol. Ceisio dial dros eich brodyr a chwiorydd colli a goncro.
You looked at it confused, none of the words made sense; they were just jumbled up letters in your mind. Oh, how you wished the words would fly off the paper and reorder themselves, just as Percy Jackson had the ability to do so with his dyslexia. You didn't know any other languages, except the little French and German you learnt at school, but you definitely couldn't make out any accents or umlauts and this certainly wasn't Japanese or Chinese.
"I chiffy mab. Fiddle on doughy path arms hair a bringing yee diffodil. Cease o' dial drosh each bro deer a kwire rid call a gongrow." You tried repeating it out loud, but that turned out to be an epic fail, leaving you gagging on your own saliva as you tried to pronounce the coarse 'r' sounds.
Having escaped near death by choking, you lifted up the ancient piece of paper that was stained a musky yellow, turning it around to reveal where your blood had dried. For the fact that it had seeped through the cracked glass of the photo frame, the blood had dried in the shape of the cracked glass, jagged streaks of blood smothered over half the sketch.
Your blood had whitewashed the face of the elder man, blending into the red loincloth he wore. No longer could you tell that under your blood there was another figure in the sketch. The crimson stained the beauty of the younger woman's dress and cloak, looking as if she had been a part of a mass bloodshed of slaughtering. Drops of blood stained the younger boy's cheeks, the cheerful smile on his face no longer rendering him an innocent boy but one of the devil's kind.
"Oh boy," You mumbled, realising you had ruined what could have been this family's heirloom. You gulped as reality settled in for what deep hell you could be in now. The room was royal, so this is a rich family. Possibly belonged to the King… or Queen. Therefore…
"TORTUUUURE." You cried out loud, your eyes widening in horror as images flooded your mind. Your body caged into a small box, naked, whilst being whipped by men in latex jockstraps with cat o' nine tails, not before being hog tied and plunged underwater to drown and for desert being sacrificed to Satan himself where the wolves would devour your soul and body limb by limb.
"Oh Gods AM I FUDGED BAD. AND GODDAMIT BRAIN WHAT KIND OF KINKY FLUFF ARE YOU COMING UP WITH?!" You screamed back at your brain clasping your head. I'm INNOCENT! You screamed mentally at your conscious that just seemed to laugh back at yourself.
"Fudge off conscience." You spat back, curling your right hand into a fist, before plonking the top of your head with it, trying to knock some sense back into it.
"Ouch." You winced at the slight pain that electrified from the centre of your head. Rubbing your head, you turned your attention towards the photo frame and the shattered glass inhabited inside it. You stared at it not knowing what to do, you had to get rid of it somehow to spare some time before you were tortured ruthlessly. But how?
You surveyed the room again trying to find something to hide the photo frame in.
Bang.
Your head whipped round to the origin of the sound, as you heard the muffled bang from the other side of the bronze door. Someone's coming. Was your instinct's response.
"Yeah, I already know that idiot. Thanks for being so helpful. But now, I NEED TO FIND SOMETHING TO HIDE THIS IN!" You panicked, stumbling to your feet, twirling around in a circle trying to find something, anything.
The room was a total shambles, one of the bookshelves emptied clean across the marble floor and the lion's head of the door knob had fallen off. The hope of a not so brutal punishment for this calamity had now long gone out the window. By now you could hear faint footsteps nearing the door, sending your heart into overdrive, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Tick Tock.
Your eyes were predatory, scanning the whole room till you noticed something that hadn't been there before or so from your lack of attention.
"Bingo!" Your eyes lighted up with a faint glimmer of hope, as you hurdle leapt over the cock up on the floor you created by the bookshelves. You rammed open the smaller mahogany door in front of you that also displayed the same emblem on the large bronze door.
"Sweet a walk in closet!" You raced inside trying to find something small enough to wrap the photo frame into. Jeez was this closet huge, you could practically have an outfit for each of the three-hundred and sixty-five days of the whole year with the amount of space that was available.
You briefly took in your surroundings through your frantic searching, noticing some fine gold and black leather armour displayed on a mannequin at the other end of the closet. On the clothes rail nearest to you, ten pairs of expensive suits hung in immaculate condition, not a spec of dust on them, rarely had they been worn. The shoe rack underneath them displayed five pairs of exactly the same evening shoes, all polished till you could see your face in them. Beside them was one unique pair of Giorgio Armani designer men's shoes and besides that a pair of Converse trainers.
You yanked open the first draw nearest to you finding it to be a sock drawer. Nope. You yanked open the next one underneath, your expression poker-faced, as your face turned fifty-shades red. You slammed the drawer shut trying to shut out the mental image.
"I didn't need to see that." You choked out, hearing footsteps nearing the door. You said a silent prayer to some God as you yanked out the third and final draw finding it to be full of white t-shirts. You sighed in relief grabbing one of the t-shirts, sprinting back into the main bedroom towards the marble desk.
You froze just before you reached the desk as the realisation set in, the cotton t-shirt you held in your hands wouldn't do anything to protect the picture frame and shattered glass. You groaned as you threw the t-shirt back on to the bed, running back into the walk in closet on the east side of the room.
"What the hell do I hide a broken picture frame in?!" You asked no one in particular, your voice now high-pitched from the terror of whatever was coming for you on the other side of that door. Your eyes were flickering left and right as your breathing became laboured from the panic welling up inside of you, till you finally found it on top of one of the high shelves.
Clambering on to the ledge underneath the shelf, standing on your tip toes trying to reach it, your fingertips brushed the edges of it. You managed to grasp it just before you lost your balance. Luckily you landed feet flat on the floor for once, your chances couldn't have been any better at this moment in time.
You raced back into the bedroom hearing the footsteps which were only metres away from the bronze door. You laid it out flat on the bed before rushing over back towards the marble table to grab the photo frame. You quickly slid the sketch back into frame, placing the back of the frame in place and pushing the metal hooks down slightly, just so that it wouldn't fall back into pieces.
You turned over the antique gold frame so it was upright; the remaining four glass pieces inside was now covered in your dry blood. You speed walked back over to the bed, holding the frame at arm's length away from you and out of harm's way as you plonked it down on what you were about to wrap it with. You folded the edges tightly so the glass wouldn't escape from the frame, wrapping it once and then twice, the footsteps were now seconds away from the door as you finished wrapping it.
"Where's the t-shirt?" You looked confused as you noticed it was missing from the bed. I'm sure I threw it this way. You frantically lifted up the duvet and patted the bed trying to find it, till you noticed it just peeking out from underneath the bed.
"Aha." You got down on all fours to pick it up, noticing that the door knob was also lying beside it. You picked the pair up quickly stuffing the t-shirt in with the wrapped up photo frame, hoping that no one would notice it being stolen.
Click.
The bronze door opened to reveal the fate you were about to endure. Hours of torture. Your conscience snickered back at you. You froze up in your spot not wanting to turn around and face your destiny. You visualised your enemy probably having an AK-47 gun pointing at your head ready to pull the trigger.
"(Sir/Miss?)" A deep voice acknowledged behind you. You swallowed, slowly turning around to face your enemy, grasping the golden door knob tightly in your hand. Your heart practically stopped when your eyes met with a mammoth of a man, making you look like a mere insect beneath.
He wore a black armour engraved with stars across the breastplate into what seemed to be Stygian iron. His dark brown hair framed his face, the tips of his fringe just peeking over his rich hazelnut eyes. Battle scars were framed across his neck, all in various sizes, some more visibly severe than others.
A single scar grazed from the top of his shoulder blade spiralling down his right arm to his elbow. It seemed new, the flesh around it pinker than usual compared to the faded ones across his body. You eyed the bronze sword to the right of his belt on his waist, before drawing your attention to the spear in his left hand, its bronze leaf shape blade gleamed in the natural warm glow.
He was definitely appealing in a way for the sheer size of a man. However, his personality wasn't appealing as his looks and it certainly told a different story. His expression seemed a little pissed, yet concerned.
"...Uh." You hesitated, trying to size up the figure in front of you. Yep, practically dead if I start a war with him.
"My Lord has summoned you to the pavilion." He stated, his pissed off expression not wavering.
"Where am I, who are you, why am I here?" You fired back at him demanding answers.
"Patience, you will have your answers, come with me." He seemed to sigh back at your demanding tone as if he was so used to it, that he was fed up with having to endure it time and time again.
"No. I have no reason to anyway, tell your perverted Lord he can go die in a hole before he meets me." You fired back at the mammoth of a man stood in front of you. Woah easy there on the language kid, you wanna die right now? Your conscience seemed a little concerned.
"Oh, a stubborn one has fallen into my Lord's domain," The figure stated a surprised look adorned his face, "And it seems like this one has no manners upon (him/her)."
"Me showing some respect to my kidnapper? Pfft, please I have a personal vendetta against you right now," You spat at his face. "I'll spill your intestines, before setting fire to them and roasting them out." Too much (y/n), jeez.
"Mmmm… Tasty," The man licked his lips, a devilish smirk crawling across it. "My Lord will certainly take pleasure in doing that to you mortal."
"My Lord my ass, I hope I give him indigestion and a hernia whilst I'm at it." Your sass mode was on point right now. Here we go. Your conscience was rolling its eyes at you.
"Oh my Lord has personal experience. I think he can handle you in one bite. But now Time is of the essence, my Lord must not be kept any longer. Come." The man in front of you said, his impatience growing by the minute.
"Bastard are you deaf I thought you already knew my answer!" You fired back at him, staring into his eyes, trying to get the message across to the dimwit's brain.
"Don't push it mortal, your death will come soon otherwise. I have places to be as well." He stated, his expression becoming more pissed as you refused to co-operate.
"Go ahead. I don't care. I've always wanted to die. Maybe you'll get to see your girlfriend sooner if you kill me, or maybe she's dumped you from the wait already," You snickered back at him. "First date tonight?" A vein popped on the man's head as he sent you a death glare, his eyes narrowing to slits.
"Woah easy there. Calm your balls… if you have any." You mumbled the last words of that sentence, starting to back away towards the bed picking up the wrapped up picture frame. You walked back towards the man who was now stood at the bronze door, impatiently tapping his foot against the marble floor.
"And anyway," You started, holding your head high, with a smug look on your face. You thought you would piss him off more, "You need to work on your sexy voice and pissed off personality or you won't win over your gurrl." You stood there for a few more seconds having a staring contest before you walked outside of the room and into the long corridor outside.
The door slammed shut behind you, blowing a slight chill down your back from the draught. You felt a warm hand on top of your right shoulder, feeling hot breath near your right ear.
"Thanks, but I don't need romance advice from a young-ling like you." A husky voice replied in your right ear, his breath fanning down the nape of your neck.
"Mmm. That's definitely sexier-" You were cut off as you felt something sharp prod at the small of your back. You turned around to see the man's spear in his left arm directly aimed at you.
"Move it." His sexy voice now gone, replaced with a harsh colder tone. You grumbled, turning back around still feeling the bronze spear jabbing at your back. You knew this sexy hunk of a man was too good to be true.
A pout now framed across your face, you proceeded down the corridor, the man behind you with his spear guiding you, his right hand gripping your shoulder tightly so you couldn't escape. You walked through the corridors, taking a left, then a right and a left again, then up some stairs to the second floor and back down again.
"This is one heck of a maze. Are you sure you know where you're going?" You asked unsure, feeling a draught blow through the hallways, making you shiver slightly.
"Yes I do, but I want to piss you off, so I'm taking you the long way around. Vengeance is sweet, isn't?" The man laughed deeply behind you in amusement.
"Sure is." You mumbled as you continued walking through the endless bare hallways. The only thing on the walls were golden braziers that unusually burned with a flickering green flame. It seemed curious to you, until you remembered from your chemistry lessons at school, that the element of copper burned with a teal green colour. As the pair of you reached the end of the hallway, you were met with the sight of the main circle pavilion.
"Down the stairs." The man's cold voice ordered. He nudged you with his spear as you turned to your left, walking down the marble polished stairs that circled the outer walls of the pavilion. You studied the main interior of the pavilion as you walked down, noticing how it was ringed with Greek columns that were pure black and gleamed in the green fire of the golden braziers along the walls. You noticed some figures in between the braziers, eleven to be specific, all carved out of the finest pure black marble. Your eyes caught one of the figures on the east side of the wall who seemed all too familiar.
"Hey isn't that you?" You called out to the man behind you, pointing towards the marble figure.
"Yes, that is me." He sighed.
"Who are you?" You tried to ask again.
"All will be answered shortly." He simply stated as you continued to walk down the stairs. You reached the bottom, the man pushing you into the centre of the pavilion. He motioned you to look up at the south wall, pointing his spear to the figure high up on the ledge in between the two balconies on the wall. You looked up to see the figure stood in all his glory, combusted bodies lay underneath him in a heap.
"That is My Lord." The man stated proudly behind you, just as you heard the large marble doors from behind open. Oh, the doors didn't need security, for they weighed more than a tonne and would have taken more than a few men to push open. Though no one was pushing them open now for they opened automatically as if bewitched.
A sudden breeze blew through the pavilion making you shiver again for the hundredth time that day, the green flames illuminating the pavilion flickered. You turned around to see the man behind you walking towards the large marble doors, motioning you to follow him.
"It is time." He simply said. You clutched the wrapped up picture frame and golden door knob tighter, following the man in front of you into the depths of the unknown. If you had an escape plan, it would be to lob the golden door knob you clutched in your hand at His Lordship everyone seemed to refer to.
You walked into the main hall, a row of fire beacons burned with the same green flames illuminated a path towards the end of the hall. You held your head down, trying to hide behind the shadow the man in front of you, as you walked forwards towards your fate. The darkness and the shadows of the hall made it difficult to see where you were going, and the fact that the fire didn't burn a natural orange colour didn't help as well.
You looked left and right, noticing the Greek columns again holding up the very ceiling of the hall, in between them five statues depicting the deaths of five new-borns. You were so entranced by the gross devouring depicted in each of the statues, that you walked into the man in front of you, face planting his muscular back with an 'oof'. His armour only covered the front of his body, so you noticed the other scars that he displayed with no fear. Surely you thought that one would protect their back and spine if it had been vulnerable before in the past.
"Brother. I have brought the mortal." The man informed as he bowed his head slightly. Brother? What?
"Where is (s/he)?" A deep voice rung out. You couldn't see this man's brother at the moment, but you guessed they had both inherited the same cold personality. The man in front of you walked over to the side, slamming his spear into the marble floor as a reminder that he was armed and there was no chance of escape.
Your head was still facing the floor as you refused to look up at the man who summoned you here, your hair shadowing your face and eyes. Your heart was in your mouth, unsure of what would happen in the next few moments, whether this would be the last few minutes of your life before you were slaughtered.
"Look at me." The man ordered, power evident in his voice. Like a spell, your head seemed to rise on its own to face the man, yet you tried to resist it, it was hopeless. Your eyes were drawn up the marble steps on top of which laid a rouge carpet running down the steps.
You gazed up at the pure black obsidian throne, displaying all its glory, encrusted with the finest gold and rubies. You noticed the way the obsidian rock sparkled in the light emitted from the fire beacons, before realising that there were small diamonds also encrusted into the throne. Never had you seen a throne like this before and boy did it scream royalty at your face. Your eyes moved up to the figure sat on the throne, you held your breath as your heart stopped, going into cardiac arrest.
To call the figure sat so casually upon the giant rock 'badass' or 'rebel' was an understatement. This was the Master of Renegade.
He sat with his right leg crossed over his left knee, his chin resting upon the knuckles of his right arm that rested on the arm of the stone throne. His curly raven hair framed his face, a harsh smile adorning it – cold and deceptive. His half-lidded golden eyes were lasers as they bore into you and your very soul making you feel uncomfortable on the spot, as they scanned up and down over your whole body. His jawline, firm and defined, one simply could not resist grazing the tips of their fingers along it, down to his collar bone that was just visible from his muscular build.
His armour was made from pure gold, the muscular breastplate engraved with an elaborate design into the gold itself; the trim made from a luxurious black leather. The strength and power inhabited within him were evident for the fact he needed no armour on his arms that were bare, except for the single matching vambrace and gauntlet he wore on his left and right arm. Under his armour he wore a black chiton, made from the finest linen in the land, the hem just ending above his kneecap, his feet decorated with leather Greek gladiator sandals. In his left hand, he carried a scythe, the blades sharp and polished in the shape of the crescent moon that must have been more than six feet long.
"Finally," The figure mockingly sighed, "my little lamb has arrived." He chuckled as he tilted his head sideways, a smirk crawling across his face. Your eyes darkened as you heard that phrase 'little lamb'.
"You-" You breathed out, as your blood started rising. So this is him. Of course, the same gold eyes.
"Hello (y/n), my little lamb, I hope your journey wasn't let's say… too eventful." He said in slight amusement.
"What the hell, I don't know you, yet alone seen you before in this fucking universe. This isn't happening." You growled, the rage starting to consume you again.
"Oh, how the little lamb is still so blind." The figure sighed again. "(He/She) has so much to learn..."
"Stop calling me little lamb, bastard." You spat out.
"Watch it mortal, respect your master or pay the price." The man's brother clenched his jaw, gripping his spear tighter in his left hand.
"I have no Master. And I never will." Your voice was now cold and unwavering.
"Enough Krios." The figure raised a hand to silence his brother. "Even though I'd love to hear the sweet chirp of this mortal as (s/he) encounter's (his/her) death, now is not the time."
Krios was hesitant as he lowered his spear cautiously. "Yes… Brother."
"Who are you? What am I doing here?" You demanded from the bastard that sat so smugly in front of you.
"Honestly are humans so naïve? Can you not see? Take a look around you." The man's voice rung out across the hall, echoing against the walls. You turned around to look at the main hall and at the five gory depictions of babies being eaten alive. You turned back to face the figure.
"A cannibal perhaps?" You stated mockingly. There was a flash of light and a sudden breeze of wind that blew your hair back. The figure stood directly towering over you, his scythe now at your neck. You grasped the long forgotten door knob and wrapped up picture frame in your hand, ready to use it to defend yourself at any cost.
"Dare to defy me mortal, I am Kronos, Titan King and Lord of Time. I am the Universe." His baritone voice echoed through the hall, as he tilted your little head up with the tip of his scythe. You stood there frozen, your mind now dead, as alarm bells started ringing literally inside your empty head. Oh shit, how I've fucked this up.
Your heart started pounding as you realised how useless you were against the Titan King. The guy's bloody immortal (y/n), you've got no fricking hope of coming out here alive! Your conscience was now screaming after it seemed to have recovered from fainting. Your body frozen, you didn't know what to do or to say as you stared into his gold eyes. Kronos held your stare, his eyes not blinking as a grin crept across his face.
Then you lost it as he simply winked at you, thinking he had won you over so easily without a challenge.
Not that easily bastard. Two can play at this game. It's time to ignite the spark plug.
You're effing insane (y/n)! Your conscience screamed before fainting again from the horror you were about to commit. You re-composed yourself before turning on your pissing off mode.
"Oooooooooh, the one who has a fetish for eating new-borns?" You blurted out sarcastically in realisation. The grin was now wiped off Kronos' smug face.
"Don't get cocky on me mortal. I could devour you whole right now." His voice was now laced with irritation.
"Brother, apparently (y/n) so indestructible, (he'd/she'd) give you indigestion and a hernia." Krios laughed in amusement.
"A feisty one, I see." Kronos' eyes were now slits.
"You got that right nut head. Took you long enough to finally realise." You rolled your eyes. Your heart started to calm down as you became more confident with your 'pissing off people' powers. This is gonna be a breeze. You smiled inside.
"Oh, I realised it from the start. I like my little lambs feisty, but you're no match for the big bad wolf." Kronos hissed.
"Tell me… Where am I and why I am here." You demanded again.
"This," Kronos stepped back away from you, flicking his scythe sideways to the left, motioning at the hall. "this, my little lamb is my black fortress. In other words, Mount Othrys."
"Pffft… You mean… You call this," you motioned to your surroundings. "your tacky fortress?" You dropped the 'are you fricking serious face'.
"Tacky is such an ugly word to describe my lodgings. Personally, I believe it's more suitable to describe the little ragdoll stood in front of me." Kronos laughed at your face.
"Don't underestimate the power of a common (man/lady) bitch. Getting a little short tempered are we?" You snickered back at him.
"You underestimate my power and my height?" Kronos growled out. By now Krios was trying so hard not to laugh.
"Oh, I admire the fact that you have a strong digestive system, for the fact that you swallowed five of your children whole," A sickly sweet smile was on your face. Oh, you loved the way this was going. "However," You paused for effect, "is the reason why you spat up your kids because you didn't want to let nature take its course?"
"What?" Kronos' eyes darkened, his voice now sounded an octave deeper than usual as he snapped. The air around you started to become hotter from the burning rage that was welling up inside him.
"Is it me, or is your rage causing global warming?" You scoffed back at him.
"Stop avoiding the question," Kronos demanded, his mouth slightly twitching.
"Oh you know," You started twiddling your thumbs playing the innocent act, "otherwise you would have been sat there straining on the toilet of destiny trying to shit out your kids." You put the emphasis on 'straining' making a slight groaning sound, "And that could have taken a couple of billions of years to do so if your hole isn't big enough to handle it… Mind you, you're already an old hag…" You trailed off, as you looked back up at Kronos' face to see his left eyebrow twitching in rage.
You heard snickering from behind you, as Krios was trying so hard not to die from the fit he was having inside. Kronos glared back at his older brother, who finally got the message and recomposed himself.
"And anyway," You continued your humiliation. "I find your stupidity baffling for the fact you mistook a rock for a kid. You'll definitely have a hard time trying to egest that out of your system…" You snickered in pure delight at how this first meeting was turning out to be.
Kronos did something, disappearing from in front of you, only to appear behind you with the crescent moon blade of his scythe now digging into your fragile throat, his strong firm hand grasping your neck.
"Eeny, meeny miny moe. Catch a mortal by the throat. If it bites then let it die, Eeny, meeny miny, moe. Looks like you're… next." He breathed in your ear softly, yet with a hint of malice. He dragged the edge of his scythe carefully and skillfully across the skin of your neck, not wanting to graze into the flesh, but only as a warning to you. He wanted to play the game this way, evoking fear inside you, whilst toying with you. He couldn't lose his little lamb yet.
"This is my girl. The Backbiter. One hit from this and you can-" You heard him lick his lips from behind you, "taste your own sweet death." Kronos said in admiration, introducing his weapon of power as you studied it.
The scythe had two blades, the top half made half from tempered steel and the bottom celestial bronze. The hilt was made from celestial bronze, wrapped up in leather. You looked closely at the long crescent moon blade that was at your neck, noticing that engraved into the celestial bronze was writing that you couldn't seem to understand. Though you noted, it seemed rather similar to that written on the sketch inside the picture frame. The other was much shorter and black and made from Stygian iron, the blade in the shape of a spike.
"That seemed to shut your trap, didn't it?" Kronos said mockingly, satisfied that he still retained his dignity, without being completely humiliated by a mortal. "Good little lamb."
He walked back up to his throne, sitting down in the same position, eyeing you like a vulture. He was the hunter, and you were his prey.
"Krios. How exactly did you find this sorry looking mortal?" He asked his brother, continuing to eye you.
"(S/he) was wandering through Tartarus. This one managed to stumble through the Doors of Death. Even I'm not sure how that happened. No mortal can simply just happen to walk in, yet alone walk out alive." Krios replied immediately.
"And how, exactly did this one stumble out alive?" He spat out each and every syllable, his voice now a harsh and colder tone.
"Lord Kronos, I thought better than to kill this one, so I brought (him/her) to you in the hope of finding out (his/her) intentions." Krios murmured, his head slightly bowed as he dared not to stare into his younger brother's eyes.
"Here for a rescue mission I see… I thought Olympus would go one better." Kronos clenched his jaw.
"What rescue mission?" You stated confused by what you were hearing. "The only mission I have is one of escape." It was a dream, wasn't it?
"Oh escaping from 'ere little lamb is bullshit. You've fallen into my domain, and so you shall remain here." Kronos said as he cracked his knuckles.
"I'm not in anyone's domain it's a free world out there. Jeez one minute I'm taking a nap in a forest god knows where, the next I'm waking up in this bloody pit, wrestling with a skeleton and to top it off, I end up in this juvenile shit hole meeting the Lord of Mewling Quims!" You rambled out loud, for everyone to hear your life story.
"Not before obliterating my Lord's bedroom." Krios dropped.
"Yes and that too." You brushed it off, flicking your hand in Krios' direction.
"You did what?" Kronos moved forward on his throne, his attention now fully drawn towards you.
"Seems as if the mortal has a talent for leaving a trail of destruction." Krios shook his head, "My Lord, your room is an utter disgrace, you wouldn't want to see it."
"This brat has the decent sense of mind and authority," Kronos paused in mid-sentence, his voice now growling with anger, "to trash my room?"
"It's justified if they're hiding a secret. A kinky one perhaps, you never know what dirty secrets could be hiding in someone's bedroom." You fired back at the Titan King, who seemed to shut up. He quickly recovered from the moment he had, the task now to try and steer the conversation his way.
"So in other words, are you lost little lamb?" Kronos chuckled, the cold grin creeping across his face again.
"Yes quite that and I thought I told you to quit the little lamb act!" You clenched your jaw, hating the little nickname he had given you.
"And that?" He said pointing at what you held in your hands.
"Can't you see I want to take a fucking shower just like any sane person? I've just been having a rumble with the dead down in the pit," You said waving the bath towel in the air that held the broken picture frame inside, "or is the custom so different here, that you take a wash every… once in a millennia?"
"No, personal hygiene, is a first on the top of our list, so that our scent can lure mortals like you to us. And that?" He sounded offended, before pointing to his own bedroom door knob.
"Yes, it seems by the looks of it, (his/her) sorry little attempt to escape from your room utterly failed." Krios laughed in amusement.
"This." You said holding up the golden lion head door knob for Kronos' eyes to see. "This fucking door knob is going up your little puny asshole."
"Enough, I have decided." Kronos said, "Krios." He called out to his brother who walked over to you, grabbing your skull and manoeuvring it so that your little body was now kneeling down at Kronos.
"Punishment by death?" Krios smirked in amusement as the tip of his celestial bronze spear was placed at the back of your neck.
"No," Kronos stated, his jaw now clenched.
"My Lord-" Krios started, trying to persuade his brother otherwise.
"I want to play a different game." Kronos' voice rung out as he sat forward on his throne, his face twisting with pure pleasure. "You will serve me mortal, for one hundred days."
"I what?" You choked out.
"After that, your death will be inevitable." There was an unearthly silence as your brain started to wake up from concussion and process what had just happened.
"One hundred days. ONE HUNDRED DAYS?!" You repeated your voice growing louder by the minute. "WHY ONE HUNDRED DAYS? I'D RATHER HAVE MY DEATH NOW THANK YOU VERY MUCH!" You screamed in rage.
"Oh, you'll have your death at the end of it. I just want to see you suffer the wait." A savage smile was engraved across the Titan King's face.
"YOU SADISTIC PRICK!" You roared as you elbowed Krios where the sun doesn't shine. Krios was taken aback as the pain ignited in his nether regions, briefly collapsing to the floor.
You ran towards the bastard's throne lobbing the golden door knob at him like a baseball, hoping to give him a godly concussion. You watched it as it flew through the air at 180mph bang on target, only to see it get slower and slower by the second as it neared Kronos. The bastard himself watched in amusement as he rose from his obsidian throne, walking up to the golden door knob that was now almost frozen in mid-air. He watched it grinning at your face as he simply tapped it, the golden door knob collapsing to the floor.
"Lord of Time, bastard." He said at your face that froze up, as your blood turned ice cold for a second beginning to slow down through your veins.
"I can manipulate it of course. So instead I could speed it up and watch your withering body shrivel up and die." Kronos' face was now sadistic as he walked towards you and knelt on the floor, gripping your jaw so that your head was now looking up at him. He stroked your jawline with the pad of his thumb, as his haunting Midas gold eyes bore themselves into your own (e/c) ones.
"How about that hmm?" He said sweetly as time seemed to return back to its current speed. You gasped as if it felt that you had gone so long without oxygen, even though it had been just a mere few seconds.
"Krios," He called out to his brother that had just enough time to recover. "Show (him/her) to where (s/he'll) be staying, you know which one." He simply stated, as his hand retracted away from your jaw. He held your gaze for a few more moments before standing up and striding back to his throne.
Krios bowed his head briefly before you were yanked up from behind. His grip on you was much harsher than it was before, pushing his spear against your back, almost digging into your spine. He wasn't pleased with his brother's verdict. He wanted payback for how you humiliated him then and there.
"You fucking psychopath-" You began before you were cut off briefly by the devil himself.
"Oh, and before you return to Tartarus, attend to fixing my bedroom." Kronos' cold voice rung out.
"I have much better plans for how to do that."Krios grinned, pushing you back past the fire beacons and onwards to your new 'salvation'… or not.
*For you, my Son. Loyal Titan of the Domain of Time and future King. Seek vengeance over your lost brothers and sisters and conquer.*
The language I've used is Welsh for this because it seems the most fitting and suiting due to the Tongue of Old Time's Fluency, the ability both Gaea and Kronos can speak and understand. No one knows what language this is and Rick doesn't mention it at all I think, so I chose Welsh. Arabic also seemed the most fitting to use and I do know Arabic, but in the end, I didn't think Arabic and Kronos would go well together. Latin also came in at a close third, but then again it didn't feel suitable (I may end up summoning a demon at one point during my fanfic). But since Kronos would have been living for more than several billion years, he would probably know just about any language in the world I guess.
