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The dark of the night was drawing in ever so faster and yet still in the distance the great sound of cheers and the loud roars of bricks falling apart stayed dominant among the four winds. Each of the four tauntingly chased the sounds behind them and swept them over the palace windows, coaxing them into each and every royal Prince or Princess who stood there.

To Nico as he stood with tear filled eyes, staring blankly across the risen and highest points of the great walls, to see the structure of Apollo's temple finally give in as with an almighty crash. "Hazel." He barely managed the whisper. He curled his hands tightly into white pale fists. His knuckles blaring out angrily through his tight grip as his nails broke the skin in his palm and let blood trail down slowly across his wrist tauntingly. Every drop meant nothing to him but only coaxed forward more wrath of pain which was exploding inside of him. His rage was barely been able to contain itself.

Thunder and lightning boomed above him, the every ounce of the palace was threatened, trying to be shook by the might of Zeus but only fell short as Poseidon and Hades fought back with all of their united might. But that didn't discourage the foolish king of the gods any less. His stubborn nature was as persistent as his lightning bolts; trying to bring some light among the dark and ever expanding black shadows of night, but the storm was failing. It's threat was falling on deaf ears. The darkness and down pour were putting any acknowledgement of it to him to a side. The hell like state of the sea as it smashed with an unrestrained, irate nature against the ships was beginning to put some worry to the Greeks who were taking an immediate shelter from the rain which felt lie millions of individual punches placed against their faces, battering them down into the mesh of sand, which was beginning to swallow some up to their calf's.

But that wasn't the worst thing which was effecting them on that late eve.

The shadows clasped as dark hands over the land, moving closer and closer with pained and agonising movements to the beach only to be turned away as each of them was struck by lightning. It's finger tips which resembled like great talons. They stretched with all their savage might to try and clasp out onto those who now sheltered in the safety of candle lit rooms of their ship. The shadows still reached out for them with a ravenous hunger. Haunting each and every single one of them.

Many had already started screaming in their nightmare filled torment. Unable to wake or move while Hades just clambered further and further into the depths of their fear. Driving each and every of their hearts to it's maximum beating point.

Even making a few of them burst and explode.

Leaving them perfectly preserved so that they would only be found dead in the morning after his daughters had done the dirty work to drive a threat out amongst the sailors and soldiers.

He knew they wouldn't mind coming across a few decayed and mangled corpses.

And if they did? Well. The 'Queen' they were fighting for would send them to quickly follow.

But even so Nico stared out and watched the flames flourishing higher as now the street was lines respectfully with the bodies of the fallen. The priests, the soldiers, the fallen who deserved their full chance at peace in the after life. Those who were guided into the fields of Elysium and through the darkness of the underworld by Apollo as he comforted the priests in their darkest and saddest moments. Cooing to each of them with praise and thanks for their duty. Their nobility in performing and staying to his side until the very end.

To him, those savage soldiers had let his sister burn in that temple with the rest of the mangled corpses. "Hazel, I promise you." He began to whisper. His tears raking their tracks down his cheek gently. "I swear by all the gods on Olympus who now hear my words."

And each certainly were listening as the Prince's words were the official igniting of war.

"I promise by the Titan's cast to the depths of Tartarus." His soft eyes became two bottomless pits of anger and rage. Painted with pain and the thought of loss which was now complete inside of his mind. The black ink of his hair writhed with the shadows around him as the darkness was moving like tendrils against the harsh moonlight which fought in vein to try and compete amongst the storm. "I will make their journey to Hades be as slow as possible." His words rocked through the air and the ground slowly.

The gods of the wind halted in fear from coaxing the screams of the dead priests into his ears as they stared at the symbol beginning to burn itself agonisingly onto his fore arm.

From the distance a man with wings like a black angel halted in his duty of collecting the dead as he felt the sudden surge of darkness.

The gods on Olympus each stared down, watching in absolute fear as Nico turned his gaze up to the clouds and to the distant beach. His tears of misery mingling with his words of fury with the raindrops. The pale olive colour of his skin shined out in the moonlight as the shadows rose around him. "I will make each of them beg for the field of punishment. I will make sure that each and everyone of them knows a glimpse of Tartarus in the death that I deal them." His words echoed around his own head as the rage of the underworld flowed through him. The hatred. The unadulterated hatred of his own nature, for the first time coming to a rise within him. "I will make them beg me for death. I will take a sword of shadows. I will take darkness and make them suffer. Suffer far worse than any god could ever make a mortal suffer."

At his words even the lightning and thunder halted in surprise. The sea momentarily came to a frozen rest.

Only the shadows seemed to continue moving as they now circled around him, his own circle of hate, anguish and brutality forming in the pit of his soul with the brand on his forearm. The symbol of a great warm helm... well at first it seemed like that. It changed and blurred in appearance across his skin. Constantly taking the similar shape of the war helm, changing sometimes to a wreath of human bones or even a crown of Dragon bones. Each symbol was detailed in depth. Each was blacker than the shadows. Each was clear as to what Nico was feeling inside his heart as his heritage of his father was burnt into his skin.

"Do you hear me?" He asked out calmly to the winds. Not seeing that behind the hidden veil of mist, his very gaze radiated the aura of his father. His body replicating the depth of his loss, the sliver of the helm of Hades was burning to life inside of him. Each god the the vicinity could feel the presence.

Thanatos grinned to himself before he went back to guiding the blind souls of the dead to their new home.

The four winds went screaming away from the very presence as both the aura's of Hades and his son filled the air dominantly with the storm.

Poseidon and Zeus watched on with horror at the spawn of this darkness coming into wake with his nature.

Even the god of war Ares found himself slightly startled by the fact and appearance of this child.

But the most important reaction came from the god of the underworld as he grinned to himself smugly. Rising from the shadows and taking a ghostly outline over his child. In a young appearance resembling his son greatly. A ghostly veil of the god himself, staring up towards the sky as Zeus arched from each cloud, zipping from each cloud, trying to keep up with each prong of shadow that neared the ships, while using the chain of winds to keep the four gods; Boreas, Zephyrus, Eurus, and Notus in line to battle against Poseidon's rage as the young god charged each of the ships with rage, trying to drag the soldiers back out across the ocean and sink them slowly in it's crushing depths.

But for that split second of Hades shimmering by his son, finding that a sliver of his presence exploded within the child.

Nico felt certain, he would make good on his promise.

The shadows coiled back from the beach and circled around him as his father's power fuelled him on. Coaxing the power out from inside the bottom of his soul.

Hades grinned smugly to the sky, watching Zeus retreat only when it had become too late.

"Hazel." Nico whispered at first. His eyes becoming colder, harder and more fierce with each second. "HAZEL!" He screamed out in agony.

The sound of his scream would be remembered throughout his the war.

With the power of his father coursing through him in that split second and the agony inside of him, desperate to break out, he let it it flow through him and rip through the air and sky.

His form flickered like the very shadows as a large shock wave blasted across the city and smashed into the Greek's camp. Filling each of their nightmares with the full horror of Hades. Filling every one of them with the anguish in his heart at the thought that he had lost his sister to them. To the pain and thought of having to maybe lose Percy; the only person he had ever truly loved in his entire life. The pain of having his sister Bianca hate him. The loathing he had for Queen Annabeth and any other who followed her to this shore.

And most importantly.

To the one who had taken his sister away from him.

The gods on Olympus fell clutching their ears as the amplified power of Hades was coursed through every corner of the earth and sky. The pain of the child and the tormented god of the underworld became all that their minds would allow them to feel.

Artemis fell clutching her ears, falling behind black clouds of shadows and storms, plunging the world into the storm that now coiled around it. Plunging the hearts, souls and minds of mortals into the pain of the god of the underworld and his son.

Leaving the Greeks to fight away the insanity of their sleep as Zeus and his legion of puppet toys he called his godly supporters, tried to protect their soldiers.

For what felt like hours and days was but bare minutes of Nico's torturing scream. His body flickering in and out of darkness till he collapsed to the ground, slowly and gently let down by the ghostly veiled image of his father, who kept an arrogant amused grin on his face. "You host the spirit of a god well my son. Shame that our bloodline doesn't work that way." He stroked his only son's hair out of the boy's eyes and reached up slowly to his helm. Pulling a small chip of dragon bone free which was replaced instantly, he threaded a single piece of darkness through it. "Save your energy boy." He stated though his voice held no comfort or ownership of a father to it. There was no sense of familiarity for him to the boy.

But Nico was still his son. His only son. The only son that he had or ever would have for as long as the fates would allow. "Little King of Ghosts." He said softly in a voice though it still provided to be slightly gruff and stony. "You will fight. You will fight till the breath leaves your body. You are going to be remembered for this war for so long." He turned his eyes back to the lightning of the stormy sky as Zeus seemed to be recovering himself from the intensity and shock of that scream.

It was strange to see Hades taking this ghostly form in the shadows as he cradled his son, guarding him and holding him into reality while he coaxed life back into him after the child had almost completely depleted himself of it. "I hope you find happiness boy." He smiled softly to himself, letting his black inky locks bristle in the cold, storm charged wind. "And I will fight for you."

He slowly stood back up, after resting Nico's head gently against the ground. "Nicholas I promise you that."

Black armour sprouted across the god's chest as his tunic cloak blew violently through the air behind him. His helm of darkness shinning with full power as the shadows charged in his palms, lifting him off the ground slowly as they supported him. "That is my word on the river styx!" He bellowed as the ghostly image of the god hurtled towards the sky with the aid of his brother.

Glancing back only once to stare at the sad and hurt face of his son.

But you will still have to fight.

So with one last wave of his palm and for the first time in hundreds of years, the god of the underworld turned his harsh and handsome gaze back towards the sky as he became a streaking shadow of the night. His muscled and toned body was an resemblance to Thanatos in the way that the beauty of death which it could be to the eternity of the afterlife for some.

And now, for the first time in his existence. His heart ached with a growing anger and the roar of his scream as he was thrown back into a fight with his brother.

He would protect his son.

Whatever outcome there may be.

-Break-

Bianca kept her stand on the balcony, rubbing her finger against the hot brand which brandished her skin. The thing which had woken her in pain from her sleep... among the pain of the scream which now lingered like a poison inside of her mind. Dissipating slowly like a mist but still there. Eating away inside of her, the pain in her brother's heart which had exploded across Troy.

She herself had spent the night crying to sleep in her wife's arms. She had fought of all those who had tried to stay and battled against her armed guard, but her heart and rage had been out of balance. Her mind had lingered on the fury and rage of losing her younger sister. She knew she should have stayed with the others and helped clear out the piles of the charred dead. But she just hadn't been able to be anywhere close to that beach without an urge inside of her insisting that she storm the beach.

She had always found that. Ever since she was a small girl fighting amongst the others in her training. She had found that letting go of a grudge did not come easy to her at all. She had spent many years practising and becoming comfortable enough within herself to actually be able to admit that. Well, that and to be able to overcome that fact. Being able to let go of any grudge she held over people... which is what made it so hard at the moment to face her younger brother.

"Percy! Wait!"

She turned slowly and watched a figure race along the balcony with a golden haired blur not far behind it.

"Jason?" She tilted her head slightly. "Percy?" She questioned, watching as both stampede through the storm towards her.

Percy's white cloak was plastered down to his body though other than that, the boy looked strangely and oddly, completely dry.

How had he managed to stay completely dry out in this down pour?

She held out her arms just as he was about to go flying past her.

She guessed that ordinarily she wouldn't probably have been able to stop him from going past if he was at full comfortable strength.

But the truth was given to her when she saw him turn with dark exhausted and red puffy eyes. His beautiful face was pale and masked with sadness as he froze in place for a minute. Unable to do anything but stare up at the older girl as she closed her arms around him, after he buried his head against her chest and cried softly. "I better... leave you two." Jason said awkwardly, sighing softly as he looked at Percy but he seemed quite distracted anyway.

It was only after he left that Bianca slowly looked down at Percy. "I saw them." He whispered quietly. "From the height of the gates. I saw the beach. The temple. The fight... your sister Bianca." He stared up at her slowly with wide, sad emerald eyes. The tears in them seemed to fall as harshly as the raindrops. "Your sister Hazel." He kept on saying over and over, dejectedly while Bianca tried to keep herself from letting her own tears spring forward. "It's my fault. It's all my fault."

The words finally escaped into the air and Bianca sighed as she rocked him slightly in her arms. Percy. Strong, strong Percy. Her thoughts sighed inside her head. The boy who survived living in Sparta for so long, almost like a slave. So this is what it takes to get a tear from the strong boy. She thought but focused mostly on trying to comfort him. "Oh Percy." She shook her head slightly. "Oh strong young hero. Why would you-"
"The pyres. I saw the fires. The soldiers and all the others. They're dead because of me." Percy shook his head fiercely. "Haven't you heard what they're calling me now among the town and around here? The face that launched a thousand ships." He looked at the ground slowly.
"I never would have guessed that teasing names would get to you so much." Bianca tried to offer a smile but was just cautious as she watched a sad anger explode though those eyes.
"They're right though." He insisted. His black spikes of hair pointed out as he lowered his gaze. "I launched those ships, they're here because of I came here with Nico-" He paused for a moment. "Maybe if I go back to them! Maybe if I beg Annabeth-"
"You are not the reason that they are here." Bianca stated sternly, holding Percy out at arm's length as she did so. "You are just their excuse to be here Percy." She made sure to keep that strong and stern tone against him as she stared deeply into his eyes. "Annabeth may be here claiming she's here to get you back, but the only reason the rest of them are here is because Queen Piper has had her eyes set onto our home for as long as we can remember. She has been looking for an excuse to take our city as she has been looking for an excuse to take the rest of Greece. It would have always happened. Sooner or later. It was in the fates plan. The moment you go down there Piper will have you executed, if not in a jealous rage, then as a traitor or a threat to Greece."

The faint glow of fire from Apollo's destroyed temple exploded higher into the air leaving a smoking plume trail behind it.

Percy's tears almost seemed to be glowing as the rain finally seemed to make it's mark on him.

His hair plastered down, covering his eyes and he pulled his arms around himself as the cold bit into him. The explosion had left a ringing in their ears slightly, but other than that was fine. "Do not make my brother a widower on the same day we have lost our sister." Bianca whispered softly. Slowly reaching out and resting a hand against his back. "You and Nico have done what you have done. You're both in love." She nodded. "That is fine. Troy is your home now. We will keep you safe and protect you. I will not lose any more of my family to these savages." She stated.

Though in her mind her thoughts lingered on that one soldier. The one who had fought with such power and certainty. Who had made such a fatal impact from even that far away. "You are Percy of Troy now." She smiled gently, turning him back in the direction of his and Nico's bed chambers as she escorted him back to it. "And I promise you. Those walls have never been breached, and a little secret between the two of us? They're not about to get breached now." She smirked as she assured him with her confidence. "These Greeks could be here for ten years, and I promise you, they will never breach our walls. Sleep easy in your bed."

The smirk soon slipped away and was replaced with a heart felt smile.

"You still have a wedding to plan." She reminded.