not a mortal: Im srry for not reviewing i have lots of work to fo the story is great oh and is choas going to be introduced / I don't mind you not reviewing :) but saying that, please don't stop. This isn't a chaos story, he will be mentioned by the Titans and Olympians etc. but he isn't actually in this story... at least of what i have planned in the story so far.

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Chapter 20 - Six Feet Under

In hindsight, Theron probably should have guessed that his father wouldn't go for the simple traps (like ones for catching rabbits or game). Instead, it had to be so elaborately made that not even Metis (the Titaness of Wisdom) would be able to work out how it happened. And of course, it had to end up with the demigods in a sarcophagus.

The tunnels were completely dark and the demigods only managed to follow Iapetus because his silver hair seemed to catch every little bit of light. Iapetus took every turn without any hesitation, though he seemed to be getting wary as they neared his brethren. Theron was able to easily see, his golden eyes were shining like lamps. Gradually, Theron felt them approaching the Titans lying in wait for them.

Iapetus sped up as they exited the tunnel they were in, obviously sensing that something was about the happen, and emerged into a cavern. Theron slowed down and put more room between him and the demigods. Iapetus quickly disappeared before they could run after him. There were two possible ways Iapetus could have gone.

The Titans had ingeniously used drakon hide so that Theron would be able to sense where the trap was. There was a net made from woven strands of drakon hide that the Titanesses had obviously made as none of the Titans would ever pick up a needle and thread. Then there was the drakon head in a crevice near the top of the cavern, and the pit in the floor that was covered up with drakon hide.

When the demigods were near the pit in the ground, Theron gave a quick thought of dropping the net. Immediately it fell, Theron was able to control it since it used to be part of a monster. The net fell over the demigods and the drakon head rolled off of the ledge it was precariously balanced on. Percy and Annabeth were too occupied with the net smelling weirdly of drakon to notice the skeleton drakon head falling until it crashed to the ground beside them, breaking the floor around them and sending them down into a pit that was – oddly enough – exactly six feet deep. There was a loud crack, luckily not any of the demigods, and the sound of stone scraping on stone.

A few seconds of silence, then laughter from the roof of the cavern, Theron looked up. In the shadows he could make out his uncles laughing from their various places. Then Hyperion ducked out from the crevice where the drakon's head had been. Iapetus suddenly burst into the cavern and looked at his brothers, Theron standing at the edge of the cavern, noticed that Percy and Annabeth had suddenly disappeared and sighed. "I'm assuming you knew about this?" He rumbled.

"Of course," Theron scoffed as he walked into the cavern, "why else do you think I insisted on coming this way?"

"Right, of course," Iapetus muttered, "any other plans I should know about?"

"Not that I am aware of." Theron shrugged and looked up at the ceiling. "Any other plans you have?"

"Apart from getting revenge on Jackson?" Kronos laughed, "None."

Theron tried to supress a smile, but failed, "So, what now?"

"We kill him?" Hyperion asked hopefully.

"We have been over this, Hyperion," Theron sighed, "it was not Jackson's fault that you were turned into a maple tree."

"Brat," Hyperion scowled.

"Light bulb," Theron retorted.

"Traitor," Hyperion growled.

Theron darted straight towards the bottom of the wall that Hyperion was currently leaning over and rammed into it, sending rubble, and Hyperion falling to the floor. Theron glared at Hyperion as he pointed StormWraith at his uncle, "If you say that again I will not hesitate to kill you."

"Son," Kronos sighed, "that must be nearly the hundredth time you have threatened him this week, put StormWraith away."

Theron scowled and reluctantly put StormWraith on his back, feeling the weapon lock into place. "What are we doing with the demigods?"

"Leave them here to rot?" Hyperion suggested, now back on his feet.

Theron shot a glare at his least favourite uncle as Kronos replied, "No, Hyperion, we are taking them back to Othrys with us."

"How are we going to do that?" Krios asked as he jumped off his perch, Koios, Kronos and Oceanus quickly joined him on the ground. "In case you have not noticed, they are going to be heavy to carry."

Theron raised as eyebrow and shuffled to the edge of the six foot deep pit, he sighed and turned to Kronos, "Seriously? A sarcophagus?"

Kronos chuckled, "I thought it was fitting."

"Yes," Theron nodded, "but did you have to use yours? The one you used to reform in during the last war?"

"I spent most of that war getting Jackson to turn against the Olympians and become my host instead of Castellan. If he had been my host he would have been in that sarcophagus."

"Your sense of humour is really twisted, father."

"I think it was a great idea," Oceanus chuckled, "Poseidon's kid in a sarcophagus."

"Well, it is ironic," Theron laughed. He then cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow, turning his attention to the sarcophagus. The Titans looked down into the pit as the lid slowly lifted and a lot of cursing was heard. Then Theron could see Perseus' head as he strained to lift off the lid of the sarcophagus.

"Percy," Annabeth asked, "who was it that did that?"

"I'm trying to see that," Percy said as he managed to lift the lid enough to see out.

Theron chuckled and crouched down so Perseus could see him. "Hello, nephew, how are you feeling?"

"Theron!" Percy yelled, "Let us out!"

"Sorry, Jackson," Theron said, his golden eyes glittering harshly, "I am under strict orders not to."

"Orders from who?" Percy demanded.

"That would be me, grandson," Kronos chuckled, "you see, you caused me quite a lot of problems in the last war. I believe it is time to return the favour."

Percy eyes widened, "The gods said you were too weak to reform, that you could never have a physical body again."

"Tell me, Jackson, when have the gods ever been right?" Kronos growled.

"A lot more often than you," Percy retorted then promptly stopped holding up the lid as if closing it could protect him from the Titans who heard him mutter, "We are massively screwed."

Next chapter - Naming Game

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I love writing Kronos, i don't know why, but his character is... interesting to say the least. And Rick Riordan didn't actually give us much of Kronos' character other than 'Tear it down brick by brick!', 'Die, Jackson!', and the fact that he hates pegasi and centaurs.