Here is chapter 25 of A Demon's Wrath!
A lot of you guys will be complaining about the end of the chapter probably, but this is just a crappy filler chappie.
Oh, and I got The Evil Within recently. It will explain some of the gore scenes...
Okay, some came from my twisted mind, due to my gothic/Emo mood at the minute. Oh well.
Just enjoy! I know you will!
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Twelve enormous thrones made U shape around a central hearth, similar to that of Camp Half-Blood. The ceiling above glittered with constellations; even the newest one, Zoë the Huntress, making her way across the heavens with her bow drawn.
Ten of the seats were occupied. Apollo stood near the hearth, his twin sister in his arms. Behind him, stop Phoebe, Thalia and Annabeth.
"Son." Zeus boomed, a look of anger on his face. "What happened?"
Apollo had to choose his words carefully. He couldn't risk his father finding out about Percy, or he would go insane on a rampage to kill him.
"Father," Apollo began, "Artemis seems to have been poisoned - severely. It seems that the Titans are raising Mount Orthys in the West, as well as Atlas attempting to escape. But, the Titans managed to get a hold of something that not even I have the knowledge to cure."
Hades looked up from his temporary throne, having suspicions on which it was.
"What was it, Apollo?" Athena asked. She looked pretty annoyed, where she didn't know something.
"The blood of a demon." Apollo answered. Hades paled (if it was even possible), and the gods began to panic - well, Ares didn't.
Poseidon was gripping his trident, Ares was shouting torture methods for the enemy, Athena was just stropping. Zeus was seething, the strong scent of burning carbon filling the air. You get the idea for the rest.
"Apollo... How would they get a hold of something from a completely different pantheon?" Athena asked, calming down. None took much notice of the three demigoddesses behind Apollo.
"I am not sure. But, they obviously have a tie. A demon could have easily mated with a legacy or child of the gods, which is their pathway onto our council." Apollo suggested. His face was grim. He couldn't bear the thought of his beloved sister dying on him.
"But why?" Hermes asked. "What is so important about us?"
"Monsters." Phoebe announced from behind Apollo. The throne room fell silent.
"Who are you, girl? And how do you know?" Zeus demanded, grasping his bolt.
"I am Phoebe, one of Lady Artemis' Hunters. And, I... Uh... Joined them willingly." Phoebe said worriedly, and Zeus raised his bolt.
"Father!" Thalia yelled. "She did it so the Hunt could be informed of monster locations! And numbers! She was risking her own life to give them information."
Zeus lowered his bolt. He would not dare tempt his youngest daughter to go against him.
SCREECH!
"What in the name of -" Before Ares could finish his sentence, the throne room doors were thrown open. Black smoke billowed in, and Apollo used himself as a shield for Artemis as red hot coals from the hearth were thrown into the air.
The marble floor cracked as the black smoke collided with it, separating into ten different clouds. They condensed, and began to form shapes.
One stepped forward, a black cloak draped across his shoulders. His face was hidden from his cloak, but a pair of golden eyes illuminated from the shadows. They held evil with no bounds. He wore black cameo pants and combat boots. His upper body was bare, showing his flesh and bones off.
"Gods of Olympus..." He grinned, showing two pairs of black teeth.
Zeus' breath hitched.
"Demigods and mortal." He added. Raw power rolled off of his voice, daring any of the gods to challenge him.
Apollo hissed with pain, scorch marks littering his back from the burning coals.
The other nine clouds solidified into numerous figures, some male while others female.
"We have come to warn you." A woman stepped forward. She wore a black dress, and black pointy shoes. Her figure momentarily changed into that of a male.
"War is coming. And my son will destroy you all. He will drain each of you of ichor, and obliterate each of you."
A third one stepped forward.
The lower half of his face was from the darkness of his hood. A pair of dark green eyes locked with Apollo's. Apollo growled.
He wore black robes, and none of his skin was decomposing unlike the other demons.
"Yes." He spoke. I shall find enjoyment in it. After all, you killed my mother." He snarled, glaring at most of the Olympians. His parent changed form into a male, before reverting back to a woman.
"Who are you, and what do you want without Pantheon?" Zeus asked.
The leader of the group grinned once more.
"I am the temporary King of Hell, Azazel. We are tired of the Human's corrupt ways, and we have had enough of being told to bow down to those lesser beings. We need power though. And to get to it, you Pagan gods stand in my way." He announced, and Zeus looked an ounce relieved that it wasn't his father, Kronos.
"Who is your link with us gods?" Apollo snarled, and the woman turned to him.
She formed into a man once more. "I mated with Sally Jackson, daughter of Poseidon and Oceanus. Then, my son here was born. A hybrid: Mortal, god, titan and demon run through his veins."
The hybrid sneered from under his hood. "We shall meet in battle Olympians." A staff formed in his hands. The shaft was made out of charred wood, while a dark crystal was merged into the top of it.
His father looked pleased.
Nine turned into black smoke and fled, except for Perseus.
"She is mortal. My blood... She is lucky demonization never occurred on her, or she would be my ally. I bid you luck in the upcoming war." He turned his back, and walked out of the throne room. He turned his head, so they could all catch his eyes.
"You're all going to need it."
BOOM!
He turned into a torrent of black smoke, and the throne room doors slammed shut.
Ares leapt off of his throne. "Let's give them war!" He roared, but an arrow landed in his groin.
Apollo was holding his bow, aiming it at the war god's heart. "Don't tempt me, Ares."
Poseidon turned to Zeus. "Brother." A flash occurred in the throne room, to show a wet Grover and the Ophiotaurus in a ball of water.
"Uh..." Grover said nervously. "What did I miss?"
Apollo took his time to look at his paranoid father. "Lord Zeus, I demand you do not kill the beasts or demigods. Also, to call this meeting off and leave, to put my sister in the infirmary. I also request that I watch over the Hunt, if they are alright with it that is. I do not want those lovely ladies dismembering any of my sons in their constant fits of rage." Apollo requesting, wincing in pain as he limped over to his unconscious twin sister.
"With pleasure, Apollo." Zeus nodded. "Demigods, we thank you for your bravery. We are sorry we cannot give you any rewards... But warn Chiron of the dilemma we face." Zeus clapped his hands, and the three demigoddesses and Satyr vanished in a burst of golden light.
Hephaestus snapped his fingers, and the Ophiotaurus was in a glass bowl framed with gold.
Zeus raised his bolt to flash out.
"WAIT!" Hades yelled, jumping up from his throne. All eyes turned to the gothic king of the Underworld.
"They did it... They brought someone back from the dead."
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Present time...
A scrap of bronze was kicked across the icy sand. An icy cloud of carbon dioxide left a hooded figure's mouth as he wondered through a scrapyard of celestial bronze.
His teeth were chattering; the icy breeze was biting at his skin as it crawled up the inside of his cloak. Dark, sea green eyes darted around, looking for someone.
The moon glowed faintly from the void of space above, the stars glinting with their beauty. The newest constellation, The Huntress, shone the brightest of them all. It pained him slightly, to see it. It was an endless reminder that she had died from his wrong doing.
His throat tensed as his head moved back slightly. A glob of saliva flung from his mouth, the edges of it freezing in the winter air as it flew through the air.
PING!
It made contact with a heap of bronze, the hollow object echoing out for long distances.
He left the scrapyard, and a gust of wind blew into his hood, yanking it down.
Long, matted raven black hair was thrown back. His face was pale. The skin held tight against his bones, as if he never ate. His eyes held pain beyond belief, but were shielded from most of it, as if he had a mental barrier blocking the agonizing wails of endless pain from the endless tortures he suffered from his imprisonments.
With a growl building up in his throat, he reached for his hood and flipped it up, concealing his features from the prying light once more.
A figure sprawled out on the same caught his eye. She wore silver attire, similar to that of one of the Hunters of Artemis...
"Bianca!" Her voice rolled off of his chapped lips. He ran over to her body, and pressed his bony fingers against her neck.
No pulse.
"No!" He snarled, and punched the ground in a fit of rage. A could of sand erupted from underneath his clenched hand.
The boy stood, air leaking out through his teeth as he exhaled angrily.
"You're not going to like this, Bianca... But I've made many mistakes..." He said somewhat softly. A single tear broke through his anger, running down his cheek and onto the sand with a soft pat.
The clouds began to gather above them, swirling around into a miniature hurricane.
He walked away, leaving the body there.
He ran back through the scrapyard until he vanished from sight, the only sign of him ever being there being a set of foot prints, which ended suddenly.
Screams of anguish echoed off of the cave walls. The Hell Gate had led him to the Sixth Circle. Light crept in from the gaping hole above.
The place was gloomy. The demon didn't like it a lot. Although it wasn't fiery like the first three Circles, I was fairly chilly there.
He had a feeling Bianca was in the circle. He could feel it on her skin - the energy of a demon.
"I WON'T TELL YOU!" A female voice screamed, shortly followed by a scream of pain.
Now, many small caves led off from the Sixth Circle, but there is only one with the screams coming from.
The male ran, peering into each. He had to hold his stomach as he peered into each of the openings. The worst of tortures occurred in each - usually the enemies of Hell were kept in them before their souls would be stripped of mortality and nothing but a ghast, then they are driven into blood thirsty clouds of black smoke - a weak demon. Over time, they would grow in power with the more destruction they caused, until they could obtain a solid form without the need of a host - such as Astaroth, Azazel and Moloch. But, they could only stay on the plains of Earth for a short period of time, or the Angels would come down to attack.
Back to the current situation in Hell, more pained screams were filling up his ears. He could feel the blades racking her skin with each step he made.
Then, a cave caught his attention. It extended through a long corridor, and then curved behind the other caves. It was possibly Alistair's personal teaching grounds for all of the young demons.
Basically, it was the hall of assholes, as the cloaked figure called it. Now he can have some real fun.
Another scream echoed off of the walls of the cave, and he ran in. Nobody was getting tortured - especially his friends.
The sight he saw made him vomit.
Lined up, were numerous mangles corpses. They each sat in torture chairs. Some had a chainsaw through their heart, while one had half of his head cut off - vertically. Fresh blood oozed from the veins, the pink brain moving slightly as needles were planted deep into it. Another had her insides opened up, and she had been strangled by her own intestines. Her heart was still beating, blood squirting out of a small puncture wound. Another had the arteries ripped out, tied to the chair by them.
The scent of blood washed over him, and he felt sick. The metallic taste of blood began to creep its way into his mouth. He could hear many blades sharpening at once. The air around him was thick and damp.
At the far end, was a torch light?
A figure was strung up to the ceiling by her hands, multiple knives getting dragged across her damaged skin.
"Freddy..." Percy sneered, a knife forming in his hands.
The torturer turned around, his ghoulish 'skin' rotting away.
"What do you want, son of Astaroth?" He sneered, licking one of his make-shift finger-claws.
"Your endless suffering." With the flick of a wrist, the knife had been sent shooting through the demon.
An orange light flickered throughout his entire body, as he died. He collapsed in a heap - no dust, nothing. The demon had been destroyed.
"Bianca..." He muttered, and tore his knife from the corpse. He sliced the Hunter's bindings, and took off his robes. He then pulled off his under shirt, and put it on her bloody body. The male threw his own cloak back on to conceal his facial features from any demon.
"Percy..." Bianca managed out, blood seeping through the boy's shirt.
Percy cursed the Fates under his breath, and picked her up bridal style.
"Don't make sound, B. I'm going to get you out of here." He assured her, and ran out of the cave.
BOOM!
Clouds of black smoke flew from the dark pit below. Ice bit against Bianca's skin, causing her to shiver even more than what she was.
Demons flew around, smashing the damned souls back into the Ninth Circle.
They possibly felt the demon's death.
"Shit..." Percy muttered, and ran through the shadows of the Sixth Circle, making sure to make no noise at all.
A deafening roar of rage erupted from the endless abyss below, followed by the ground to shake. Rocks began to fall from above as Percy ran, desperately trying to avoid conflict. It would only risk Bianca and his lives.
The Hell Gate was close... So close!
It began to shrink, as if Percy was moving away from it. It was shrinking! Percy picked up his pace.
They weren't going to make it... They weren't...
Percy leapt forwards, holding Bianca tight as he threw himself into the vortex.
POP!
Percy's back scraped against the sandy surface below him. He hissed in pain.
"Ugh..." Percy grunted in annoyance. His cloak was most likely torn. He looked down at his arms.
They were empty.
"BIANCA!" Percy roared, and ran back through the scrapyard to where the dead Bianca had been laying at.
She was still lying there. He pressed two fingers against her neck, and felt a pulse. She was alive at least.
Percy sighed, feeling weak. He hated using Hell Gates, since they always managed to sap thaw energies of passing demons to continue running properly, and not closing up. Then, how would they get quick access to and from Hell?
A pair of dark brown eyes opened up wide, and stared up at the starry sky. She breathed in deeply, before chocking, a load of sand coming out of her mouth.
Percy sighed was relief. She was alive after all.
"Percy..." She panted, looking up into his dark green eyes.
He smiled weakly.
"Hey B." Percy's simple answer was. If she was given the energy, Bianca would have leapt up and strangled the hybrid in a bone-crushing hug. Sadly though, she couldn't move a muscle.
"How did you...?" She asked, but her eyelids felt heavy. Her stomach was turning itself inside out. She felt like she hadn't eaten in a lifetime.
Well, she kind of hadn't... But that wasn't the point.
"Here." Percy said, and handed her a bottle of water.
He uncapped it and raised her slightly, bringing the mouth of the bottle to her lips. She could barely swallow the water. She didn't realise how dry her throat was until she started drinking. It was hurting her. She could feel loose, dead tissue rolling down her oesophagus and into her empty stomach.
"Better?" Percy asked after she had downed it.
The Hunter nodded weakly.
Her uniform was in tatters, covered in burns. Her skin was scarred. Percy winced as he saw them.
"How did I -" She paused for a few seconds, a flashback consuming her sight. She saw herself being tortured by a demon, and be dragged down to an icy cave as she kicked and screamed.
Bianca's eyes were wide with fear. The son of Astaroth refused to meet her eyes.
"How long was I dead?" She croaked; tearing up slightly as the scars began to hurt.
"A week and a half up on Earth."
"Where was I? And what was the time down there?!"
"Hell." Percy whispered, guilt consuming his features. "And a week up here is two and a half years..."
Bianca paled. She had been tortured in Hell. But, how had Percy got her exactly?
"I'm half demon. A Cambion is a better term to use though. I'm a sixth mortal, sixth Titan and a sixth god too." Percy looked away towards the east, and saw Apollo beginning his journey in the sun chariot.
It was hard for the sun god. He had to worry for his sister, but he also had to guide her moon chariot across the sky of a night.
"Let's get you somewhere safe..." Percy assured her, and picked her up bridal style. The shadows crawled out of the scrapyard and consumed Percy and Bianca before the sunlight could cut through them.
They reappeared in front of a dark palace.
Three bags flew over, and landed in front of Percy.
"What is your business here, demon?" The middle, Alecto, snarled.
"Bringing Lord Hades his daughter - nothing else." Percy snapped. If Bianca wasn't in his arms, he would have drawn sword and sliced the three hags back down to Tartarus.
Alecto growled, staring at Bianca. The Hunter's dark eyes shone with fear as the Furies' cold, black eyes stared at her.
"We'll tell Hades of your presence." They flew away, their fiery whips cracking with each beat of their leathery wings.
Percy entered the palace, ignoring the garden full of crystal flowers and pomegranate trees. The Garden of Persephone.
He walked into the throne room.
On a throne crafted from human bones, sat the infamous god of the Underworld. His robes seemed to be trying to escape - like souls from Hell.
Percy would hate to see his underwear.
Next to him, sat Persephone. She was beautiful, Percy would admit that.
"Perseus..." Hades muttered out upon seeing the son of Astaroth. He sat up, eager to see who was in Percy's arms.
"I have your daughter, Bianca here." Percy said, placing the daughter of Hades on her own two feet. She struggled, so Percy allowed her to rest on his shoulder.
Hades' eyes widened. According to his son, she had died.
"NICO!" Hades yelled, and a small ten year old fell out of the shadows, flat on his face.
"Yeah, father?" He struggled up to his feet, and saw Percy standing next to his sister.
"Bianca!" Nico ran forwards, barrelling into his sister. He was crying. He had been told that she had died.
After the small reunion, Percy turned to Hades and his wife.
"I will take my leave, Hades. I have some business to attend to." Percy spoke up, but Nico broke his embrace with his sister.
"Not so fast." The son of Hades growled. "You killed her."
Percy tensed up as he could feel a sword being pressed against his back.
"There's a small problem there, Nico di Angelo." Percy uncapped Riptide. "I only kill those who hurt those I care for. I dragged her out of Hell for a good reason."
Nico made a move to stab Percy. But he disarmed the demigod.
Hades was ready to get involved, when his son was about to be harmed.
"I won't harm you because of Bianca." Said girl was holding her brother back.
Percy melted into the shadows, and Nico relaxed.
"Now, children," Hades smiled slightly, his arms open. "Come." Persephone didn't look all too happy about that.
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The shadows collected in front of him.
"So, how can I help you?" A girl asked, her ruby red eyes gleaming with malice.
"You know what." He answered.
"Right. Bring her back. Ten years before I claim your soul. Alright." The crossroad demon smiled, before forcing her lips onto his, sealing the deal.
The boy grinned from under his hood, spitting onto the road.
She vanished into the shadows, and the skies opened up. Rain poured down onto him.
"Soon." He muttered to himself, and melted away into the shadows.
A pair of black eyes snapped open.
Zoë Nightshade's head was killing her. The sound of laughter filled her ears. When was in a forest.
She sat up, and felt the solid ground beneath her. Was she in the court of Ouranus or Elysium?
"APOLLO!" A girlish scream yelled out.
"No... I can't be..." Zoë murmured to herself, before struggling to her feet. She walked over to the source of the noise, to confirm her suspicions.
She raised her hands to cover her eyes as she broke through the trees, to see Camp Half-Blood.
She saw a fourteen year old girl with auburn hair chasing around a boy with blonde hair.
"Sis! I didn't do it!" Apollo yelled.
Zoë stumbled as she left her support of the trees.
The girl with auburn hair turned to Zoë, and she looked ready to faint.
Silver met black.
"Zoë...?" She asked, and the ex -Hunter nodded slightly, stumbling.
She was crushed in a bone-crushing hug.
"H-How are y-y-you here?" She asked, and Zoë looked a bit weird.
"Percy... I think..." She wondered.
"Now, how come you are still here?" Zoë inquired.
"Because, I'm -"
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Images flashed through her mind.
She was stuck in a dream... A dream that would never be.
A boy was walking across a beach with her, moonlight bathing the pair of them. Their hands were entwined.
She couldn't help but feel love when she saw him laugh. His raven black hair hung over his eyes, which shone with the same amount of love she felt.
His smile made her smile. She couldn't help it.
She kept trying to escape, but she felt right. Like she belonged there.
Then, after what seemed like an eternity of fun, the images around her began to fade.
"NO!" She screamed.
A pair of silver eyes shot open. A constant beep could be heard in the background. The walls around her were a vibrant gold, almost blinding her. She was confused, to say the least.
She thought she was dead. Or wake up in some dark dungeon. Well, something along those lines...
Her silver eyes darted around the room, as she struggled to sit up.
A flash occurred near her, and she closed her eyes. The light burned her. That shouldn't happen to a goddess.
Her younger twin, Apollo, walked up next to her, a grim expression on his face.
"Apollo... What happened?" She asked weakly.
"You... You lost your immortality sis..." He answered, helping her sit up. "Now, we go to see Zeus. Close ya eyes." Apollo's sky blue eyes looked sad, as if he was expecting Artemis to die shortly. Or be unhappy. A combination of the both was more likely.
Apollo flashed them both to the throne room of Olympus. Artemis felt beyond weak. Apollo got his bow and shot upwards, towards the sky. It passed through the ceiling of the throne room and exploded in a shower of gold, like a firework.
Artemis covered up her eyes as each of the gods flashed into the throne room.
Zeus looked ill, as if he had been poisoned. Poseidon looked similar, but not as bad.
"What... Happened while I was out...?" The ex-goddess asked, knowing that she would die for good if she ticked a god off.
"The Demons attacked." Athena answered solemnly.
Artemis was shocked. They had attacked... And she was going to hate the next answer.
"Was Percy with them?" She asked her brother quietly.
"Yes..." He replied, a distant look in his eyes.
"Right, so, can we make Artemis immortal, so she and her Hunters can continue to hunt monsters across the States." Apollo demanded. He was eager - for his sister's sake.
Zeus looked grim.
"No." He answered blatantly.
Artemis clenched her fist with annoyance. "Why not?"
"It would be breaking the Ancient Laws. This will be both a punishment and redemption. You must earn you way back onto the council."
"How?! That is unfair!"
"You can help us win this war. Then, Zeus will let you re-join. Your seat shall be preserved for your return - well, it's a big if." Poseidon answered, and Artemis nodded.
"So, what of my Hunters?" She asked.
"They may stay at Camp Half-Blood. Along with you."
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And I am done with chapter 25!
Well, that was quick! 4K solid! YIPPEE! Well, I am also listening to Avril Lavigne at the moment, so yeah...
I also have a new pic for this story. Review if I should change it back! I quite like it! My English teacher shit his pants when he saw it. Wuss.
Anyway, let's crack on with the reviews!
Zgirl101: Oh great. I just dared Prince of Souls to end the world. We're doomed. Sorry innocents!
Well, it won't be that bad... Your fault. You ended it. Not me!
Batman1998: Good chapter and I can't believe how much shit went down. Will Percy take a dip in the Styx?
Well, a lot more goes down soon! And why should I say now? It'll spoil it!
Guardian'sDragonOfDeath: Amazing
Thanks!
The Master of Chaos: First off, no spoilers! Second, I keep expecting Percy to see everybody he cares about be destroyed with no chance of returning, that would lead to him transforming into a terrifying fused transformation of 1/3 godly true power, 1/3 titan true power, and 1/3 demon true power all combined into a form of pure, unadulterated, death. After that happens he just starts tearing through demons and monsters left and right until he gets smashed into the ground by one of the more powerful demons or Kronos, then he reaches deep inside himself and all the people he cares about tell him things to remind him of who he is and that he doesn't need these skills to win. He accepts all parts of himself and unleashes his true ultimate form. If you need help to imagine what that would be similar to I'd suggest paying attention to Shadow the Hedgehog letting the past go in his game, and watch Nazo Unleashed on YouTube.
Uh... I completed that game at like... 8... And watched the video a few years back. Although it's an awesome idea, it's kind of... Overdone. And, it can kill a good story. And I hate making characters OP too. So, yeah... Sorry mate!
xRinneandSharinx: Hmm Artemis Demon Turn now?
Naa, I'm not that evil!
Lord of Death and Time: its good
Thanks!
ZDragonswrath: I have to admit this is a very original idea that I like. You really know how to word things to put the readers on the edge of their seats and I hope to see more soon.
Sincerely,
ZDragonswrath
Thanks a lot for that!
rockyroad69: You are a very mean writer, leaving me hanging like that :( but great chappie nonetheless!
I know, I seem to be getting that an awful lot lately... Thanks anyway!
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Also, I have a Halloween special for all you folk. It is called... A Huntress, Hearts and Roses! It is a romance story! Why? Well, the majority of you guys are talking about the horror of me writing a pure romance story... So, why not release it on the day of horrors?! It'll probably be a two shot. The second half would most likely be released on Valentine's Day 2015... Well, if I feel like it that is.
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