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Even Thalia Grace did not have a comment to make at the brand new appearance of her best friend. Black hair blowing ever so slightly in non-existent wind and emerald eyes swiping over the crowd gathered, staring through their shells and into the souls beneath.
One symbol glowed with a brilliant light, and the people watching Percy flinched, covering their eyes through instinct.
Nico, especially, hated that light. He lived in darkness, and the sudden brightness burned his retina. He clamped his hands over his face, and let out a cry of discomfort, bordering on pain.
Once he recovered, he looked in Percy's direction. The immortal had vanished. Nico knew that this spelled trouble.
He, as well as the two sat along with him in the stands, looked around wildly. Percy was nowhere in sight. Nico's eyes locked onto the silver dressed girls who all stared at him.
No, not at him.
At a spot behind him.
"I swear she was dead." A chilling voice stated from behind the Hades spawn.
Nico spun, trying to stop the attack that he sensed was coming. He failed.
A foot slammed into his ribs, and the minor god sailed through the air and out of the stands, slamming into the ground hard enough to create a small crater.
Wheezing, his now broken ribs punctured his lungs, Nico crawled to face his attacker, and found him reclined nonchalantly in the amphitheatre, foot still extended from the kick he had delivered to his old friend. Across Percy's lap, a Katana rested.
This was an odd weapon for Percy. It didn't tell of the strength it's master held. And it was solely for Percy. Had Purgatory tried to use the blade, he would have failed epically. It was a weapon built for lethality, not for the guerrilla style fighting that Percy's alternate aspect employed. It differed from the rest in that an ebony sheath, with intricate silver etchings, accompanied the Japanese sword. This matched the midnight black hilt wrappings and, shown as the hybrid drew the sword, the Orthratic silver blade.
This blade differed greatly from the one he would use for his brother. This was a tool built for surgical precision. He could kill armies with it. One after the other. But the power? The power was not even comparable to that one.
In a blur of speed, Percy appeared next to the not-yet-recovered son of the underworld, with the sheath in his right hand and katana resting in his left.
The blunt object cracked across Nico's ribs, then his skull, and a second then third time.
"It hurt that you'd think that of me, little Emo." Percy's deep voice spoke, the coldness echoing through the silent camp. He raised the Katana, and tilted it in the moonlight that shone on them. The silver glinted, razor sharp edge highlighted.
"This, little Nico, is Vathos. I killed a titan, and this is what I was rewarded with." He kicked Nico over onto his back, and pushed his foot onto the Hades spawn's throat. "I'm curious as to what reward I'd get from taking your head." The tip cut his ex-friend's cheek, drawing Ichor. "Don't worry, though," His emerald eyes, hard as the stones themselves, glinted. "You'll come back from it... eventually." The blade flashed, his foot moved from the neck, and the crowd drew breath.
The edge was millimetres from Nico's throat. Percy was staring back at the stand, watching the unconscious figure with a slight scowl.
"Damn." He lifted the blade. "Not the way I want to meet her again. I doubt she'd appreciate your death." The sheath cut through the air instead of the lethal counterpart, and whacked against Nico's forehead, knocking the minor god into unconsciousness. "We'll talk later, though. You can count on that." He didn't seem to notice that Nico was out of it as he said this, and kicked the son of the underworld in his broken ribs once more.
"Hazel!" The deep voice rung through the crowd. The daughter of Pluto's eyes snapped to Percy's. "How is she here?" His now sheathed Katana pointed at the sleeping girl.
"Umm..." The minor god hesitated, worried s to why Percy was asking. Hazel's voice was quieter, but could still be heard in the silence that ruled. "Nico was allowed one person from the underworld by dad?!"
"Are you asking me?"
"No, t-that's what he told me! It was a reward for him becoming a god!" Percy nodded, that made sense. Presumably Hades did that for his own gain, more than his son's. He turned his sights to the remaining two enemies, and the Katana vanished in the Platinum flash with which it had appeared.
The battering of one of their resident gods snapped some of the demigods out of their frozen states. Most were afraid of the power Percy held, some had less intelligent reactions.
With a yell, a son of Ares led a charge, consisting of his siblings.
'A wild dumbass appeared!' Purgatory commented, amused. 'Can I take these idiots, boss?'
'I've told you not to call me that, Purgatory.'
'Y'know..." Purgatory trailed off, distracted, 'We should have a shortened version of my name. Purgatory is quite wordy to say each time, after all.' He mentally grinned as one came to him. 'Purge! That suits me, don't 'cha think?'
'I suppose it does... fine, go ahead, Purge.'
'Yay!'
'But don't kill them.'
'Aww...'
Percy's body altered again. His shoulders narrowed, cheeks gauntened, eyes turned to the lighter shade, the shade of Poison, and a savage grin stretched across the previously apathetic face.
In this time, the Ares campers had arrived. There were a dozen of them or so. No need to use one of his weapons for this.
The first had a shield and spear that he was jabbing wildly at Purgatory, trying to get a lucky strike on the superior fighter.
Purgatory caught the spear as the boy neared, and tore it from his grip.
Purgatory raised his eyebrow, smirking.
"Why is it that you all get your dad's brains?" He spun the long weapon, and the body snapped over the angry boy's skull. The boy's legs gave out as Pugatory grabbed his shield and hurled the limp body into the next Ares' spawn. The girl was knocked flying as the heavier camper crashed into her.
Purgatory's hands struck out as he face the next two, and the boys' helmets crumpled under his knuckles. He spun and clapped his hands on the next's unhelmeted head, instantly knocking him out cold. Purge drew the unconscious boy's sword as he dropped and swept around, disarming the girl swinging her own, Purge's blade almost cut her throat, before he stopped himself, and whacked her with the flat of the xiphos.
He repeated this on the other two girls engaging him. For some reason, Percy didn't like when he hurt girls unnecessarily. Something about morals.
Purgatory spun the sword in his hand, so that the pommel was facing his next opponent, and punched out with it. The boy dropped like a sack of bricks, as Purgatory stabbed backwards with the blade, catching the one that snuck up behind, trying to get a cheap shot, in the side. The boy gasped and fell as Purge released the sword, grabbing the last two by their throats. He raised his arms, and the two boys flailed, briefly, before their eyes glazed over, and they went limp. Purge released his grip, and the two collapsed.
Purgatory turned his poison gaze upon the two that Percy hated more than any other, and his shark like grin grew.
Agon appeared in Purgatory's hand. The battle axe had changed slightly since he last used it. Percy's reappearance was beneficial to it. A golden spike rested atop the head, and it was that that he turned to face the daughter of Athena, before, once again, he was interrupted by his 'boss'. Purgatory had to do what he'd promised to his step-mother and brother. He fished in his pocket for the Atlantic steel Greek coin and tossed it into the air.
Iris got the message. This had been previously arranged, after all.
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"Brother," Zeus asked, irritably, "Why have you called this council meeting?" It was an irregular time, and several present were disgruntled. Their respective dates had been interrupted by Poseidon calling them all back here.
Hades, especially, was confused. He was very rarely invited to these meetings. He was no longer banned quite so thoroughly as he had been before Perseus Jackson had given him the, albeit limited, respect he now had.
"I was told by my wife that the reason behind it will soon become clear." Poseidon shrugged.
"Wait, so you don't even have a reason?!" Ares interrupted. He was in the middle of having some fun with Aphrodite when his uncle had stopped them. Needless to say he'd rather be with his girlfriend than sat here, waiting, for who knows what. Ares definitely was not known for his patience.
"I was guaranteed that this was something we, the council, had to see." The sea god glared at his nephew.
Artemis had an idea. Purgatory hadn't hidden the fact that he would be taking his revenge today. And Amphitrite was even less subtle about the fact that she hated Poseidon's 'favourite son'. What else would she be calling the Olympians here for?
The moon god, admittedly, would have liked to see Percy's return herself and was almost as upset as her family at being forced to return to New York. And the fact that none of the others was hiding why they were upset certainly did not help her mood.
Artemis' step mother was angry. Livid may be the better word. Hera was now sat next to her husband, who's clothing was ruffled and he had the beginnings of a hickey on his neck, matching the reddened lips and hastily buttoned shirt. She was planning for now. Planning and brooding. Even after all this time, he was still as unfaithful as ever. The goddess of marriage was not going to let this continue.
Athena was torn. The wisdom goddess had, similarly to Artemis, deduced the reason behind her required attendance from her nemesis. She forced herself to look at the situation from a logical perspective. Annabeth was barely her daughter now. She was all but owned by Cameron after the minor goddess was convinced that her future lied with the arrogant minor god. Percy was honourable, for sure, had been betrayed horribly by Athena's daughter, and yet even Purgatory hadn't seemed to hold a grudge against the wisdom goddess for the actions of her child.
How would she feel if Purgatory was to kill Annabeth?
She was disappointed with the idea. Or was she just disappointed with her ex-favourite daughter? But Athena had to admit that a small part of her was glad. At least Cameron would be gone by the end of today. Maybe she could help Annabeth reform once she returned.
Logic. That was important to the goddess. And based on that, Annabeth had made her bed, now she had to lie in it.
A shame that Poseidon would not feel the same about what was to happen to his son. Athena hoped that Percy/Purgatory would not truly kill the sea god. Else her sadistic, and idiotic, brother would be far too pleased. That war would be of truly epic proportions.
Every eye in the room snapped to the centre as Iris' voice rang out.
"Incoming transmission for the Olympian council. Do you accept."
"Yes, yes. Please hurry with it." Zeus commented boredly, wanting to get back to his booty call.
"Very well." The scene shown drew a growl from two male members of the council.
"Jackson!" Hades roared. "What did you do to my son?!" His eyes had snapped to the unconscious figure of Nico crumpled off to the side of the screen.
"Knocked him out." Purgatory commented. "Well, Percy did, anyway. Why do you ask?"
"How dare you?!"
"Easily." A mocking grin was shot at the eldest of the big three.
"You insolent little-"
"Please shut up. I'm busy." Purgatory shot him a glare. "Lady Athena, Percy wants me to apologise to you if what I'm about to do upsets you in any way." He dipped his head to the wisdom goddess, before his hand gripped the battleaxe resting at his feet. "It is not meant to anger you." He smirked at the Sea god as he finished, and pointed the tip to the pair still in the stands.
What followed shocked the Olympians. Percy let his crazed alter ego off his leash.
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"HAH!" Purgatory launched the axe at the daughter of Athena, and watched the golden weapon flew through the air in an odd imitation of a spear. It soared to the stands, and struck her in the shoulder, the imperial gold spike pinning her to the wooden seat behind her.
"Ah!" She let out a yell of pain as the axe embedded itself, through her, into the stand.
Purgatory giggled as he sprang forward, scooping up a dropped bronze Xiphos from one of the unconscious half bloods as he did so. In seconds, he was next to the squirming figure of Annabeth Chase.
"P-Percy pl-" She was interrupted as Purgatory stabbed the short sword into her thigh, and instead all that came from her mouth was a scream of pain as Ichor surged over the simple sword. Purgatory released the blade and grabbed her by the chin.
"That. Is. Not. My. Name!" With a snarl, Purge held out his right hand, summoning one of the few of his weapons neither had used recently. A crystalline blue Dao appeared in the palm; the blade was a deep blue ice, the hilt a darker shade of sapphire and a ruby ribbon hung from the pommel.
Percy's axe vanished in a platinum flash, removing the staple from Annabeth.
The single sided ice blade swung down in a wild arc, lacking any elegance whatsoever, descending rapidly toward Annabeth, who barely had time for her eyes to widen before it reached her.
She flinched massively as she anticipated the killing blow, before the unexpected occurred. The blade melted before their eyes, and the water swirled. The previously blade shaped water wrapped around the blonde's throat and hardened yet again, choking her.
He held the girl for a minute, and her panic was obvious.
With a yank, Purgatory tossed her into the air, and the whip turned back into water, shifting again and morphing into it's original shape. The Dao shifted in his grip and Purge sprinted down, intercepting Annabeth before she crashed into the earth below.
With an upwards, vertical swipe, Purge's ice blade sliced through his other aspect's ex's right bicep. The arm separated, and the useless limb landed next to Annabeth.
"Stop!" She let out a cry of pain as she desperately crawled away from the aspect. Purgatory wore a large, sadistic grin as he approached.
"Now, now, Chase." He shook his head, grin unwavering. "You get what you give." The Dao shifted to his left hand as a familiar pen was retrieved from Purgatory/Percy's pocket. "And I seem to remember you demanding my death. That, plus your personal torture of Percy means you deserve what I'm gonna give you." Riptide extended, and Purge lunged forward, swinging the bronze blade downward, while the blue swept across her stomach.
The bronze lopped off her remaining arm, raised to defend her vitals, and the sapphire Dao opened a gash in the traitor's stomach.
Purgatory grunted, the ones watching expected, in agreement. Any more and they would make her fade, and that would not do. It would be fun, of course, but Percy doubted Athena would forgive him for that; and he didn't want her to be eternally angry with him. He was sure that thatwould suck. The sadistic grin changed to a sinister smirk as Riptide shrunk back into pen form.
"You, at least, get out of seeing the power of Percy's true symbol. But ya might want to say bye bye to your boyfriend."
"W-what?"
"You can't think that he's going to live through this?" Purgatory looked at her sceptically.
"Why wouldn't he?" Her mind was stuttering from the pain.
"You've got to be shitting me!" He was shocked. "He." Purgatory stamped down on her leg, with a sick crunch. "Fucked." Again. "The girl." He swept the ice blade down, and hacked the injured leg off. "Percy was in love with!" The blade shifted into the whip once more, and wrapped around Annabeth's throat. Tears formed in the girl's eyes, and Purge snarled at her. "We remember Annabeth Chase being strong and smart. I never did realise that your need to further yourself outweighed that so greatly. You are pathetic!" He spat at the girl. "Conforming so utterly for such a weak fool."
"Hey!" That apparently snapped Cameron out of his statue-esque state. "Who do you think you are?!"
"Ah. I was wondering when you would get involved again, you despicable little shit." Purgatory said, a manic gleam in his eyes. He turned back to face Annabeth once more, and his features altered again, becoming the form that lacked the sadistic quality of Purgatory.
"P-Percy..." Hope. That was the quality that he could see in Annabeth's expression. She remembered him, remembered Percy as the kind boy that had an eternal optimism about himself. A kindness that never faltered. Percy remembered that boy, too. But he died. Before even the pit. He died when his heart was shattered by the Bitch in front of him. "Please..."
The handsome face in front of her smiled kindly as he crouched next to her, and Annabeth's hope grew further. She was certain that Percy would help her. Maybe she could even convince him to spare her lover... Cameron was his brother, and Percy's flaw was his loyalty. He wouldn't hurt his family.
"Goodbye, Annabeth Chase." She focused on his eyes. His cold, furious eyes. Above the happy smile. The whites of his sclera vanished, replaced by an eerie green glow. Off to the side, Cameron's body froze, as he watched Percy's right arm shone. An unprecedented brightness as the bicep glowed as bright as the sun. Percy let the boy cover his eyes, and Cameron let out a gasp of pain as he felt his retina recoil from the light.
The same happened on Olympus, the gods and goddesses cringed back, throwing their arms over their eyes. Well, except Poseidon. He had tried to flash off to his son, but found that he had simply frozen mid teleport. He could still see though. He felt the light burn into his optic nerves, and tears streamed down his face as he bore the pain, unable to even scream.
It was only like a very strong flash-bang to the non-immortals watching, who were disorientated but felt very little pain from the immense light.
However, they were slower to recover from the after effects of that, and so they missed what the gods watching saw.
Artemis, along with most of the Olympians, flinched minutely as she saw the fate of Annabeth Chase.
Percy was still crouched next to her, but his hand was clenched around a large hilt, connected to an intimidating blade.
It was a bastard long sword. A hand and a half hilt had the immortal's hand gripping it as the blade was impaled through Percy's one time love. The entirety of the weapon was bordering on black. Except for the slightest crimson tint that was visible in the aftermath of his glow. That hinted at the actual nature of the metal.
The blade was broader than most; there was no chance that Annabeth would survive that wound that was dealt to her chest. A quick death compared to what Purgatory would have given her, but she felt some serious pain from the evisceration from the blade.
"Nothos..." Percy whispered, before he stood up, placed his foot on her, and unceremoniously shoved her off the obsidian blade.
Annabeth Chase's golden blood flooded out of her wound, before she dissolved into dust before the eyes of the Olympians. Percy swiped his blade and the Ichor flicked off Nothos.
The immortal looked from his strongest sword, to Cameron, and back again. Before he shook his head, releasing the hold he had had over his brother.
"No. I'm going to make you pay before you fade." He stabbed the sword into the ground, and his arm shone again. Out of panic, Cameron covered his eyes. This time, though, the glow was manageable, and his cowering was not necessary.
A Smack.
The son of Poseidon fell forward. Before he hit the ground, another stinging blunt force Cracked across the side of his head, and again on the back of his neck.
Percy let him fall to the ground, and shook his head.
"How pathetic you are, Cameron." The Katana resting in Percy's hand flashed, and a cut appeared on the boy's back, a second and third followed shortly, the trio of shallow cuts intersected. Percy sighed, and pressed the flat of his foot onto the wound, bringing a screech from the minor god. "Are you going to get up?" Percy stepped back, after putting his weight on the cuts, giving Cameron room.
"What?" Cameron spat out. "You're too weak to fight me head on, so you have to take cheap shots?"
"Really? You are calling me weak?" Percy let out a dark chuckle. "Be careful, or I may just make it hurt before you die." He stabbed the katana into his most hated enemies shoulder, and drew on his abilities. The boy's eyes widened, before he thrashed wildly; as though his entire being was in pain.
Percy locked eyes with his Father over the Iris message, as he pinned the man's favoured son to the ground with Vathos.
"I bet you want to know what I'm doing, don't you, Sea god?" He focused his cold eyes on the still sea god. "I'm removing the water from his being. And for a god of bodies of water, that hurts." He blinked once. "I can show you if you want." The frozen god could move, and in an instant had flashed to the camp, eyes ablaze with fury.
"YOU DARE?!" Poseidon roared at the upstart in front of him. "YOU DARE HURT MY SON?!" The betrayed man vanished, and the Olympian searched wildly for Percy's form.
"Damn right I do." A quiet voice uttered behind the sea god, and he felt a shocking pain on the side of his head. The king of the ocean reached up, when he drew his hand away, it was in shock. His hand was drenched gold, but that was not the biggest surprise. His ear was missing. "I dare hurt you, too. Father."
Percy sheathed his katana, and held out his hand yet again. Diagrapsei, the mace, appeared in his hand once more, and he brought it down on the sea god's shoulder, channelling a good portion of his power into the symbol. As the mace connected, Poseidon crumpled, legs giving out, and slammed into the ground. True to his name, the earth shook as he face planted into it. The sea god struggled to rise before Percy once more raise Erase and slammed it down onto his treacherous father's back. Poseidon was sent into unconsciousness as the blow near enough destroyed his body, and Percy looked down on the man, face a picture of disgust.
"I'm unimpressed with you Olympians. Those that I have fought so far have been less than dirt." He turned to face his brother once more, a scowl still present as his weapons vanished in the glow again. He grabbed the leg of his groaning sibling and walked off, dragging the boy's unconscious body along with him. As they, well he, walked, Cameron's head repeatedly bounced off the stones leading to their destination.
"Let's see how strong you are with all the advantages, Brother." Percy tossed Cameron into the water ahead of him, and watched him sink into the lake.
He waited for 30 seconds or so, letting his opponent heal, and called Mavri Trypa onto his right arm, clenching and unclenching his fist as he waited, hoping that Cameron would put up a bit of a fight. The sea spawn considered himself to be the strongest god there was. Percy would correct that belief.
The scowl took on an anticipatory quality as the water began to churn, and he drew back his open fist in preparation. The surface of the water exploded upwards, and Cameron shot out of the water, dressed in a lightweight set of sea blue armour, towards his brother.
Cameron was furious. He was going to tear his pathetic coward of a brother to pieces. He had the audacity to challenge him, and imply that Percy stood a chance of victory in their fight. So what if he had beaten that weak girl? She was only there to help Cameron rise to the top; after all, he had had a lot better. Not to mention those hunter bitches that had helped Percy come back. They'd insulted Cameron and they would have to pay for that slight. And he knew exactly how they would make it up to him. He'd start with the man-hating goddess, and carry on from their.
The minor god licked his lips as he though of just how tight the moon goddess would be after all this time.
Cameron flew toward Percy, his trident, the symbol of power he shared with his father, poised to strike at his brother, who he was sure was the weaker of the two immortals. Needless to say he was wrong.
As Cameron neared, Percy's muscles tensed, and he channelled his energy into his ebony-encased arm. The platinum spots glowed brighter, and the obsidian, with a very slight red tint, seemed to darken even further. Percy stepped forward and his hand shot out. He caught the three pronged spear, and tightened his hold on it. Cameron's eyes widened as he saw Percy's power demonstrated. The trident shook, and cracks rapidly spread. Cameron flinched back, as his weapon shattered into a thousand pieces.
"Hmm." Percy's hand shot forward, fingers taking on a clawed quality, and the 5 small blades pierced the sea spawn's chest. Cameron felt unbelievable heat in his chest as Percy directed his power into making his brother feel the pain he deserved. "No." The immortal shook his head. "Too quick."
Percy's gauntlet vanished, and was replaced with the one that made Cameron flinch back once more. The pain that blade gave him was fresh in his mind, after all. Percy unsheathed Vathos, and wielded both the katana and sheath.
With a swipe and a Crack, Cameron stumbled to the side as he felt the sting of being batted across the head. He repeatedly flinched away as Percy advanced, wielding the blunt 'weapon' as he did. Cameron was starting to rethink his confidence.
"Still think I'm weak, Cameron?" The blade flashed and Cameron watched in horror as his hand dropped, shrivelling as it fell. The useless body part was a husk when it landed, and Cameron's expression turned even more pathetic than Percy was used to from him at this point.
"Pleas-"
"Do. Not. Beg." Percy snarled. "It will not help. Try to save some meagre amount of dignity." His Japanese blade swung again, and the other arm was removed with surgical precision. "This ends with you dead. Dead and faded. There is nothing you can do to change that." He told the boy he hated.
"I-I'm- Y-You wouldn't! You aren't a killer!"
"I wasn't, you're right." Percy glowered at his brother. "But you and the Bitch changed that. You've seen me cut her down already. While she will return, you certainly will not."
"Then you aren't strong enough! You can't make me fade!"
Percy responded with a dark chuckle once more, and the blade slashed down, and Cameron felt it cut through his eye, and vertically down the left side of his face, leaving it useless. He let out a cry of pain, and Percy let his weapon vanish again, tired of the boy's whimpering and whining, deciding to simply end this.
"You don't deserve any more of my time, you treacherous little shit." Nothos appeared with the brilliant glow again, shocking the Olympians still watching as the message had followed the immortals once more, and Percy drew his arm back, gripping the hand and a half hilt with both his hands.
An emerald glow appeared around his large blade, and Percy's arm shook as he poured some his power into his strongest symbol. Using this blade, and controlling the power held within, was unfamiliar, explaining the strain he felt.
With a single almighty overhead swing, Nothos bisected the minor god. The two halves fell apart, showing neatly cut organs and the golden blood still contained inside, and the corpse crumbled into a dark powder, and slowly faded from view. As Cameron vanished, Nothos disappeared back into the symbol on Percy's arm. The slight glow that it gave off as Nothos hid itself once more had a resemblance to an hourglass.
Percy turned back to the stands, and focused on the sleeping girl.
"Now, how do we wake you up, daughter of Hades?"
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