Chapter 7
Master Bolt of Zeus
Disclaimer: The idea of Fus Doh Rah is a Skyrim reference I do NOT own it
"Ares." Percy growled as he got up, turning so that he was looking at Ares.
It was night.
"Perseus." the god of War spoke; his voice gruff.
On a beach.
The Helm of Darkness on his head, unbalanced and not meant for his head. Blood red armor flowed on his body the breastplate was perfectly adorned, the carving of bloody wars and enemies beaten by Ares all engraved into his armor. Blood red boots crunching the sand under his feet, red gauntlets on his fist; in his right he held the Lightning Bolt, lightning arcing between both ends. Sparking and crackling with the aura power of Zeus, already the demigods could feel their hairs stand on end, the very aura seem to shake them down to their roots. In his left he wielded a great sword, its maroon blood red color blade seem to seep into the darkness, the edges sharpened enough that it screamed through the air as he swung it, the hilt guard entirely red whilst the hilt end was carved into a sharp spike.
"C'me here punk." Ares snarled.
"Gladly." Percy stated as he held out his right palm, Sophia morphing into her glaive form as Percy gripped.
"I'm going to break you." Ares boasted.
Percy dashed forward spinning his glaive as he did so, blocking a strike from the Lightning Bolt before jumping back as the Sword of Ares came down like a truck, cratering the ground through the sand, where Percy had been in. The glaive swung around, no sound just like an owls wings; before it was stopped by the Sword of Ares, Percy flew back as the Lightning Bolt slammed into him, his body back flipping as he flew through the air. The smell of ozone stank the beach. The screams of by standing mortals split the air, already they could hear the police sirens as the armed forces of mortals stepped out of their vehicles, pointing their mortal guns at them, and threatening to fire unless they dropped their weapons. Percy looked at the glaive in his hand, wondering knowing that the mortals probably saw nothing but a gun.
"Be gone you pathetic pest. My fights are not for the eyes of mortals." Ares snarled before swinging his hand in the direction of police cars. The mortals screamed again as cars flipped into the air as the engines blew, fire roared out like the very wrath of Hades itself; the fire scorching the ground and incinerating some unlucky beings. The helicopters in the sky plummeted, their rotors desperately trying to save its body, smoke steaming out as they fell from the sky like flies; the camera's exploded in the sky; their shattering glass glittering like fire-flies creating a large shower of crinkling lights that seemed to look like fireworks.
Dante looked up from his sand castle he built, his scythe on the ground to his right; he could feel his dad reaping the souls of the mortals who had just perished. The flaming debris crashing around the beach like meteors falling from space. He felt no remorse nor no pity towards the newly reaped souls of those mortals. They should stop putting their noses where they were not needed.
Ares then swung his hand down, the Lightning Bolt of Zeus slamming into the sand; Percy spun the glaive in front of him, keeping the sand cloud away from his eyes. Ares swung his left arm around; the Sword of Ares clashing down into the glaive; their eyes met in a deadlock. Ares swung the Lightning Bolt up from the ground, sparking arches of lightning crashing into his body; his grey aura flared. Each tendril of white lightning curved around Percy's grey aura whilst Ares blood red one flared. Percy jumped back, his left fingers closing around the hilt of the glaive before he flung it at Ares. The blade sung as it flew through the air, its razor edge slicing deep into the gods right arm muscle. Golden Ichor pouring down from the wound as Ares roared like a wounded bull. Percy's right arm was bended across his back as his palm closed around the hilt of the glaive before bringing it back up into a ready position.
"Impossible." Ares growled, his eyes widening, "I'm going to make you pay for that punk." he snarled like a beast.
Percy spun the glaive around his body before dashing forward, the razor edge cutting into a dozen different shallow wounds before he jumped back; leaving no hope for the War god to retaliate.
"Less talk; more swing." Percy said calmly, his grey eyes cold and calculative, "Pride is something you must cull."
"I will take great pleasure in your suffering." he spoke, but his voice seemed to be different; a little darker and raspier.
Ares dashed forward, his eyes narrowed with a cold, ruthless and timeless aura; leaving no doubt of his intentions. His right arm hanging limply by his side, but even with one hand it seemed that his fighting style had jumped an entire level. His Greatsword with its blood red blade seemed to scream with the tormented souls of those killed by that blade. Percy jumped back as the blade came slamming down into the ground before Ares reverse gripped and swinging the sword back up, not only flinging sand up but forcing Percy backwards again. It was probably that one move that saved Percy's life.
As Percy jumped back he was not ready for the wet sloshing of the sea. He lost his footing and watched as the blade in Ares hand slashed right across his face. Suddenly Ares spun backwards, bringing his sword down in the largest possible range of movement. However as he was doing this Percy took another step back; the sea water sloshing around his thighs now. As Ares turned around his body immediately adjusted to the new distance between himself and the imbecile before him. The weight of his sword caused him to lurched forward deeper into Poseidon's domain. Percy redirected the blow with the glaive before he flipped Ares around, kicking his arse for extra measure and forcing the War god to stumble further in.
Percy opened his mouth when the water had reached only ankle deep again the screech that protruded from that mouth was something that was indefinitely not of this world. The pitch was so high that even the few rocks and remaining glasses shattered; even Thalia whilst in her ghostly form cringed falling down on her "knees" her hands covering her ears to try and stop the sound. Ares was blown back, waves of water crashed over him; forcing him deeper into the Sea; and into an evermore into the domain of a wrathful Sea god. Percy back flipped onto the land, his left hand curling against some extremely hot chunks of sand crusted into and onto rocks; all of them white hot. Percy flung them out to where Ares was before screeching again; the sound shattering those rocks and scattering them around the War god. The Sea water began to bubble and boil from the heat.
Ares gripped his sword even more as he bellowed in rage; the water boiling in such heat that steam began to appear. Flaking off the top of the water like a man scraping the surface of butter. Suddenly Ares slammed his Greatsword down into the water, the blood red blade sinking into the now murky and muddy sand water. A wave of force exploded out from the point of contact; blasting clear the water in a five meter radius along with the white hot rocks. Percy immediately slashed downward with the glaive, seeming to slash through the wave of force and replying with his own. The sand parting before the force strike like a shark fin parting water. Percy's leaned to one side as a black shaft passed by in a blur as it struck the hard breastplate on Ares chest. The shaft of glossy darkness sunk into the armor making the War god stumble back as Golden Ichor began to bleed out of it like a leak in a dam.
"How dare you interfere with this fight." Ares growled as he gripped the black shaft only to cry out in pain as a coldness burned its way into his palm. Immediately he let go, gripping his sword once again; his teeth grit as the burnt skin came in contact with the hard hot leather hilt.
"You destroyed my sand castle." Daten growled, "The sand castle that took me fifteen minutes to make." he snarled.
If Percy's face could become anymore comical it would.
"That is a stupid reason Dante." Percy said shaking his head.
"Don't tell me you're siding with him." Dante whined indicating towards Ares, "That ass just destroyed my sand castle."
"I'm just going to ignore you right now." Percy mumbled, "Pretty sure Sophia would agree." he stated glumly.
"Hmph." Dante sharply breathed, "Great friends you guys are."
Percy ignored Dante as he grumbled something about 'stupid friends' and 'don't know why I am with them'; as he got back on his but and started to remake his sand castle. The scythe digging through the sand as effectively as it would hold water.
"You know what?!" Dante roared as he jumped back to his feet.
"Enlighten me." Percy softly sarcastically remarked.
"My sandcastle!" Dante shouted as his figure blurred, shadow and darkness trailing his movements so that all was left were mere snapshots trailing behind him like a wraith of the dead.
Ares stumbled back; his eyes wide as Dante crashed into his side before slashing his left with his scythe drawing more Ichor before pivoting on his left foot and turned up behind Ares. Black and red eyes creeped up into Dante's face; leaving vines across his eyes and cheeks, rising up, trying to grasp something beyond its reach. Dante brought down both his fist to his hips; the world seem to slow as a dark aura surrounded his body and wrapped his fist. Ares coughed out Ichor as Dante punched both fist into his back; even from the beach shore Percy merely sighed as he heard the snap of Ares back. The spine snapping like a mere stick before Dante's rage.
"Dante!" Percy's voice boomed; the water and sand split from his voice, "Enough." Percy commanded as he watched the scythe poised over Ares' head; waiting for the executioners calling.
"That took me fifteen whole minutes!" Dante spat at Ares, kicking the War god in the face one more time for good measure before jumping back to shore; the Helm of Darkness in his hands.
"You just broke the spine of an Olympian over your sandcastle." Percy observed.
"It took me fifteen minutes!" Dante screamed; his eyes wide, "Fifteen minutes of my life!"
"Sophia." Percy muttered as he threw the glaive at Dante. Percy cringed when Sophia punched Dante in the head hard enough to knock him out; a red swelling lump forming like an angry pimple.
"How are we going to do this?" Sophia asked; the helm in his hand whilst the bolt was in Percy's.
"You give the Helm of Darkness back to Hades and return to Camp with Thalia and Annabeth." Percy stated, "I'll get the Bolt back to Zeus. When I get back I'll place Thalia back into her body."
A bellowing laughter stopped them in their tracks. A deep timeless and cold voice screeched as though an old lady teacher was dragging her old nails across the black board. The group turned to look at a broken down Ares bellowing in laughter. They watched as as the broken spined Ares rose from the sea; but now an entirely different aura surrounded him. A cold wind thrash around the beach like a thrashing fish snuffing out every fire like a finger closing around a candle.
"Foolish demigods." Ares roared, "You think you can knock down a god that easily? Come meet your demise!"
"His voice and speaking style has changed." Percy mumbled to himself, "Stop Dante!" Percy roared as the Son of Thanatos dashed forward; jumping over a slice down from Ares Greatsword, only for the War gods right arm struck out like a snake; his fingers closing around Dante's neck like a metal vice before slamming him into the water, holding him there as the salty Sea water rushed over him like a liquid coffin.
"Fus Roh Dah!" Percy thundered; the voice that came out seemed like the very thundered of Zeus. Ares, the god of War and an Olympian Council member was blasted back away from Dante as though he was nothing more than a ragdoll. It seemed like a giant invisible hand had grabbed him and flung him back out to Sea.
"Go! Now!" Percy ordered Dante as he threw the glaive to him. Sophia morphing out halfway, "Take the two demigods and go!" he ordered as the enraged roar of Ares seemed to bellow like a wounded dinosaur.
"Running away? I will not -" Dante began.
"You will do as I say!" Percy demanded, his entire being pulsing as he uncapped a considerable quantity of his aura. He ignored the widening eyes of Annabeth and Thalia.
"Percy -" Sophia tried.
"Go now!" His voice forced both of them backwards a little while absolutely blasting Annabeth and Thalia, even in ghost form, back. He then turned around just as Ares bursted forth from the water.
"I am going to enjoy pulverizing you to dust." Ares growled; his pride wounded. The strange aura flaring up even more; it was as though something was blessing the immortal god of War.
Percy glared at Dante before the Son of Thanatos dragged Sophia and the demigods through a shadow, travelling them a good few kilometers and getting them a cab.
Percy looked back at Ares before dashing forward, the ground didn't even crater where he jumped off; it shattered. His right hand was in a form of a claw with his own grey aura pulsing in the middle of his palm, like a cup holding its water. Ares tried the same tactic again, he brought his sword down at such a high speed that it become a blur; the blade cut deep into the sand, blasting it up and creating a miniature dust cloud. Percy just sidestepped, his left palm glazing against it as he continued, his right palm crashing into Ares torso; blowing him back with the same force as though Zeus himself had thrown his Lightning Bolt. Percy leapt up before driving his left fist right into Ares face, plowing him deeper into the water and sand. Percy jumped back just before Ares metal boot lashed out. Percy grabbed it in between his arm and chest, right under his right armpit, before flinging Ares out of the water and into the air. Percy brought both his hands together before separating them a little, an orb of heat and light fluxed in between his palms. Percy then flung it out towards the now falling god. The orb exploded upon contact, searing the War gods already battered body. Percy's face was grim set as he launched himself up like a missile, before slashing his left arm in a left horizontal stroke; lightning flashed across the sky before spearing out of the dark clouds and crashing into Ares, blasting him hard enough back into the shallow Sea that the water was blasted back in a five meter radius; before he slashed his right hand up in an exact opposite as he did with his left, and a column of fire speared forth from the ground. Ares screamed in agony as hot red fire burned away at his physical body. Percy landed on the ground with a muffled thud; even though he had been twenty meters in the air.
"Pathetic show for a 'War' god." Percy stated calmly as he walked up to him.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Ares groaned as Golden Ichor leaked from places on his body like a fountain.
Percy curled up his pinky and right ring finger whilst pointing middle finger and pointing finger up, leaving the thumb curled backwards. He slammed it down on his left open palm when he got in five meters away from Ares. His grey aura smoking off him as it wrapped itself around the War god. His screams did not help the rising migraine resounding in the mortals skull like a motorbike raging off.
"Enough!" his voice boomed, he watched as a sickly grey aura fought against his; he could feel a cold and old chill rising up his spine, before it disappeared in the wind. Leaving Percy with an unconscious god of War.
Something older the gods had awoken; and it had possessed Ares for a short while.
Something was not right.
Something was stirring.
Line Break
To Percy Olympus was a dull place. He had seen things much grander, livelier, places compared to this place filled with egotistic brats who believe themselves better than the mortals beneath them. In his right hand he twiddled the Lightning Bolt of Zeus, the long celestial bronze stick twirling through his fingers like water and sand. He pushed open the door to the Throne Room softly; watching in boredom as Zeus accused Poseidon for stealing the bolt whilst the rest of the gods simply argued amongst themselves. Percy looked over at the Hearth; watching as a little girl walked out of it, poking a celestial stick into the fire.
"Hestia, the Forgotten Twelfth Olympian and goddess of the Hearth." Percy greeted calmly. His eyes scanning over the eight year old girl with mousy-brown hair and "warm and cozy" eyes of red fire. She was wearing a simple brown dress with a scarf wrapped around her head. In her hand she held an iron staff that she used to tend the Hearth; its tip white glowing hot as she poked it back into the Hearth, "Oldest and Youngest Daughter of Kronos and Rhea."
"Perseus Jackson, Mortal who has Transcended the gods of Olympus." Hestia said giving Percy a warm smile, "What brings you here?" Percy smiled back.
"Something I think your siblings would want to hear." Percy stated calmly, looking at the empty throne of Ares.
Percy raised the Lightning Bolt before slamming it down on the ground, the resulting thundered shutting the gods who stared at the not-sparking Master Bolt of Zeus and the mortal who was holding it like a spear.
"Are you done?" Percy asked the Olympian gods, his eyes and demeanor cool.
"Is that the way you treat the Lord of this House boy?" he demanded again, just like the first time. Percy sighed. He twirled the spear around in his fingers before pivoting on his right foot and throwing the spear with enough force to jerk the throne of Zeus.
"Your father is rising." Percy said simply, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Nonsense." Zeus scoffed, "We cut him into pieces and scattered his essence across the depths of Tartarus.
"Well I'm telling you almighty Zeus that your father is stirring and gathering his forces as we speak." Percy stated, "You being blind is irrelevant."
"What you say is impossible boy." Athen hissed, her grey eyes peering into the mortal before her.
"Then explain to me oh wise Athena, how your brother Ares managed to fight Dante and beat him? The Son of Thanatos whose power could rival the Titans." Percy asked her, "Is it that in a sudden gust of action your brother blessed himself with his own powers? I think not."
"Ares isn't like that." Zeus calmly stated, yet it was like a storm, calm one moment before lightning, rain and winds ripped the world asunder in the next; and the underlying storm threat was so much there.
"On the contrary brother Ares is exactly like that." Poseidon perked up, grinning in the face of his clearly enraged younger sibling.
"What Poseidon speaks is true Zeus. You would do well to listen to your older brother." Percy said, a small smile blossoming across his face as Zeus was further enraged.
"Enough!" His voice boomed like thunder, "Father is not rising and that is the end of it. Council Dismissed!" he commanded before disappearing in a clash of lightning and thunder, the other gods following suit. Percy watched as Poseidon winked at him before disappearing in a twirl of Sea mist. He could feel the heat as Hestia disappeared in a column of fire.
Percy just stood looking at the open domed ceiling of the Throne Room.
And he sighed.
The Olympian gods were such hard headed fools.
Percy looked around once more before disappearing like a distorted image on an old television. Percy appeared in his room, it was relatively humble. All that it consisted of was one fireplace across the bed with a single bookshelf standing proud to the left of the bed. A small round table with a single chair was placed on the middle carpet in between the fireplace and his bed; on a red carpet. The floor was made out of wood that seemed to reflect the light from the fireplace like white plastic reflecting the sunlight. He sat on the edge of his bed in the Big House the smooth fabric calling him to sleep, instead he walked across the room, pushing against the door when he did come near it; the pinewood opening without a sound. Percy walked through the corridor and down the stairs, his fingers opening the door knob on the main door as he walked out. His eyes immediately adjusting to the dark night sky. Percy sat down to a now crestfallen Luke. They sat in silence.
"You know," Percy began, "this world is full of hatred and malice; the unjust rule over everything whilst the cry of the righteous go unheard." he continued to look up at the stars, spread out before him like a sea. Luke still sat with his elbows on his knees, his thumbs twiddling, "And through our lives we may be the one who are at fault for injustice, but yet we can also be the ones who are the ones being ignored." Percy said still staring up, he could've sworn a dark figure like thing had just flown across the sky, "Yet sometimes Luke the question is; is revenge worth taking on those who wrong us?" Percy asked finally turning his head to look at the now still and evermore quiet Luke Castellan. Percy watched as the demigod of Hermes stood up, his back hunched as though he carried a great burden. Percy could see nothing in the dark night, "Have you chosen?" Percy asked softly, he watched as Luke slightly nodded his head, "It's not something I would want to hear isn't it." Percy whispered. Again Luke nodded his head, Percy sighed.
"I'm sorry Perseus. Forgive me." Luke whispered, tears threatening to pour down his face, as he spun around on his right foot, swinging back his blade, a four foot double-edged sword made of two metals: tempered steel and Celestial Bronze. Immediately Percy understood, this weapon was meant to kill both mortals and immortals alike. Percy merely raised his right palm, stopping the blade entirely; he watched as a green slime flowed slowly down from the blade and onto Percy's hand.
"Venom from a pit scorpion Luke," Percy softly said, "you wanted to kill me that bad?" he whispered, pained. Suddenly Percy blurred his fist came up crashing into the Son of Hermes chest and sending him flying back into the cobblestone wall which surrounded the Big House. Immediately the wall cracked. Luke just looked at Percy one more time before cutting down the with his sword and disappearing as a portal of black timeless darkness engulfed him.
Percy could have sworn a cold merciless laughter.
Immediately Percy ran out from the entrance to the Big House, he reached the Amphitheater in mere moments.
"Where is Thalia?" Percy demanded to the now gathered demigods.
"Here." Dante replied, stepping out from the group of people, as he showed Percy Thalia's soul.
"Good. Now where is her body?" Percy asked the large gathering of demigods before him.
"Here." Sophia said as she layed down the still form of Thalia. She looked like a ghost sleeping in a coffin with her arms crossed over her chest like some sort of Egyptian pharaoh.
"Lay down next to your body." Percy ordered as the ghost form of Thalia did as he commanded. Percy brought his right hand up to Thalia's soul's mouth before bringing it to his, he could feel the hardness of his fingertips, the slight cuts of his fingerprints, before he brought them back down to the body of Thalia. He repeated the action over and over again, the campers backing away as the Percy's aura flared every time his fingers touched his mouth, the wind began to pick up around the mortal like a dome of power. Some demigods began to scream as a blinding light began to emit from the three forms.
Sophia gasped as for a split second she saw Percy change, blood red eyes with spines coming out from his jawline, twin black wings extended behind him like a cover for himself, his hands had no turned into sharp claws with black scales going up his forearm ending at his elbow where black elongated blades extended out. In place of his shoes were now black claws, the talons on each foot dug into the ground. And it disappeared as fast as it came.
Sophia swore it was a hallucination.
Suddenly the wind stopped, the light ended and Percy's aura disappeared. A dust cloud had settled over them. Demigods coughed as they inhaled the dust and sand from the Amphitheater ground. A sudden gasp of disbelief rippled through the crowd as the dust cloud disappeared; and before them lay only the body of Thalia and a slightly tired looking Percy.
"Why isn't she moving?" one camper cried out.
"What did you do?!" another condemned.
"Did you kill her?" a third assumed the worse.
Sophia could feel her rage rising, her eyes wide with rage as her crackling red aura snapped.
"Calm down." Dante whispered, "You're going to blow." he whispered to sooth her, in hopes anyway since only Percy could fully calm her.
"No, no." Percy said shaking her head, and Sophia was amazed at how he hadn't blown up yet, "She is merely sleeping she will wake in the morning." he replied, "Chiron do you mind?" he asked as the Centaur trotted down before placing Thalia gently on his back before trotting back to the Big House.
Percy just sighed before looking at Sophia, his eyes pleading.
Can I sleep now?
Guys note I will not be updating for a while I have exams next week so I have to study.
