Chapter 25 – The Ultimate Sin

So… There WAS a way for Void to triumph over Death. She watched him from afar, completely undetected by his corporeal body who was busy overseeing the battle between the other Horsemen. Void had laid out a perfect plan to break Death back down into an eternal slumber.

She was going to break the mind of Percy Jackson, she was going to put him into an eternal slumber, his own mind acting as a prison for him to relive his entire life countless times in an endless cycles, except this time there would be some game changing differences. She was going to make his mind simulate the life of a Titan, she'd force him to have to fight against Olympus, against those that he loved and the whole time she'd force him to live through the constant torments that only Lucifer had ever been able to give him.

The plan was set, and with the snap of her fingers, Void grinned maliciously as she felt Death's physical body disappear completely. The time to move forward was now, but she would at least wait until the conflicts on his favoured planet were resolved by their own means. He was still Death after all and she'd experience his wrath if he ever found out that she was the one to prematurely end his home. Void held a triumphant smile before creating a copy of herself that reflected almost none of her power, she was going to watch the events of the Earth unfold but in person.

Halfway across the universe on the battlefield where Roman blood had been spilled alongside that of countless monsters, giants and even that of a Horseman, a single being that different from the rest had suddenly looked towards the sky with confusion thick in his eyes.

The master was… Gone? Lust had always felt a connection to Death at all times but he was suddenly just gone… "ARGH!" Lust erupted into pain, his voice echoing across the entire battlefield which effectively gained everyone's attention. Famine adopted a look of intense fear for a fraction of a second. What could cause one of the Seven Deadly Sins so much pain?

Before any answers were found, Lust exploded in a cloud of deep pink dust that soon after had dispersed among the air. Reyna ran towards the battlements, that scream had echoed all around New Rome, there hadn't been a living soul that had missed it. Had the tides of war finally turned back against them?

Reyna feared for the worst but all she gained from viewing the fight was a sense of confusion. War was dying by the looks of it, he was bleeding everywhere and his arm was mangled on the ground. In front of him stood what faintly looked like Conquest and right beside him was none other than Arael who had a strong glow surrounding her body. She was kneeling on the ground, clutching at her arm and glaring intensely at War. Fury had flowed through her veins after the revelation of who she was had become too much for her to process, instead she had jumped forwards and joined her supposed father in the fight against the Horseman.

"What the Hell is going on!?" Reyna demanded immediately. Famine slowly sat back against the rocky red bricks of the ramparts with thick fascination clouding around her expression. Had that really just happened or was it all just an illusion? No, Lust wasn't the type for trickery, he was straight up. Annoying, but always straight up, whatever had happened to him wasn't his own design.

A lightning bolt that seared the skies had struck the ground revealing none other than Zeus. He stood tall and proud with a youthful face and body. He was positively overflowing with a power that Famine had no idea that the Gods were even capable of possessing. So there was a real reason that he was the King of Olympus after all.

"WHO HAS DARED TO DEFILE THE OLYMPIAN COUNCIL!?" He boomed ferociously. Thick shadows whipped around the ground before Hades had come forth, brandishing a fiery pitchfork in his hands, he too had looked far younger than ever before.

Just as Famine had expected, Poseidon had taken mere seconds before he'd finished compiling the big three. Just what the Hell was going on? She could hardly believe it. One moment she was bored so much that she was letting Lust go and fight against War and the next, Conquest had revealed himself to be an Archangel, he had a daughter that he'd masqueraded as a Roman Demigod and then the three brothers of the Olympian Council had suddenly barraged onto the battlefield.

Famine had mostly expected the Gods to steer clear of this fight what with three Horsemen fighting in the middle, not to mention one of Death's sins. "So Jupiter finally shows his face on this battlefield of ours!?" Porphyrion laughed heavily as he desperately tried to make his presence known across the field of Mars.

Zeus regarded him casually with only the attention of a sideways glance before he struck his bolt out. Zeus slammed Porphyrion in the centre of his body, the unbridled rage of the King of the Gods surged through the giant before reducing him into nothing more than ash and dust that looked like it would struggle to ever reform.

"Impossible! We were fated to only ever be bested by a God and a Demigod working together!" Another giant bellowed in fear. Hades snapped his palm out towards them and within an instant they were shrouded in shadows that viciously pulled them into the ground below.

"That was until you made the mistake of ripping a God from our midst and sentencing them to a fate worse than Death… Exile. That is a sentence that only a King can grant. You have made Olympus furious, and now you must accept the consequences." Poseidon explained, the clouds above them started to turn black with the combined rage of the Gods coming down upon Gaea's forces.

"Horseman, tell me something." Reyna whispered by Famine's side. The whole war had totally taken its toll on her but with the addition of the Gods who weren't even her own, it became abundantly clear that she needed some help.

Famine cast her gaze down to the Demigod who had done so admirably to have co-ordinated a battle that they could never have won on their own. The rain drops were gliding down her tanned skin as the storm above them began to roll in.

"What just happened? I'm sure I wasn't the only one who felt it, but at the exact moment that Lust exploded… Everything just felt wrong." Reyna sighed heavily, was this her breaking point? She could barely stand any longer. Jupiter, Neptune and Pluto were going on a rampage and absolutely decimating the Giants and Gaea's forces, they no longer cared about ancient laws when it was obvious that they'd already been broken by someone else.

Conquest looked like he was almost reaching an atomic level of rage as he continued to dominate War who had yet to unleash his full power and Arael was slowly regaining her strength. It was clear that she was yet to fully understand the straight forward answer that she'd been seeking for her whole life.

Famine sighed slightly, she knew exactly what had happened, and honestly? It scared her, she wasn't sure what was going to happen when 'THEY' all arrived at the same point that Death had left. "Death has been forced into a slumber, which means that his material body, or rather, Percy Jackson, has been imprisoned within his own mind, alongside two other beings, one of which I watched being reaped by Death." Famine told her. Reyna's eyes widened.

There was someone powerful enough to make Percy a prisoner of his own mind? Not only that but they'd also caused two others to be in the same situation as the man who had returned as Death itself.

Reyna said nothing but simply awaited Famine to continue as she knew there would be more, "With Death gone, his sins have all been released as free beings, like how you saw Lust but this time… It's all of them but without their master to keep them reigned in… I'm not going to lie to you, Reyna, daughter of Bellona. I'm scared of what's coming our way." Famine looked towards the blackened skies. War was no longer a problem, not even slightly, not compared to what had just been freed with its own free will.

"If its something that scares you, then its something that I could never fight against, it's not my problem when I've already got a field full of my people dying at the hands of an enemy that I CAN do something against, so stop feeling sorry for yourself, or worrying about Percy Jackson, he's been through literal Hell, he'll be fine in his own mind." Reyna pulled herself up, trying so desperately to find the last remaining reserves of her energy, if the Horseman was going to stand idly by then that was fine, she'd just have to go out and fight by herself. She would have rained arrows down from the skies if she'd still had Scipio fighting by her side.

Before Reyna could take another step forwards, there was another cloud of thick pink that erupted before their very eyes, before she could say anything, Lust was lying sideways on the edge of the ramparts where his bike had once been. He had his head propped up by his hand and looked extremely bored with everything, "That's what a unicorn's fart looks like, true story." He nodded happily. It was almost as if nothing had ever happened.

"Where did you go?" Famine glared, folding her arms and stepping in front of Reyna ever so slightly in case it wasn't Lust that had appeared before them. She believed it was purely from the way that he'd appeared in front of them with such a pose.

"I died." He shrugged casually, sitting nonchalantly from a silver goblet encrusted with rubies. Famine had no idea where he'd gotten it from OR what was inside it but in the time she'd been alive, she knew better than to ask such questions of any kind of aspect of her idiot Horsemen brothers.

"You DIED!?" Famine asked, doing a double take at him as she wondered what he meant. He couldn't have possibly died but if he had been killed then reformed then it served to confirm what she had suspected was happening all along.

"That's what I just said, I don't know what's happened to master but for some reason, we're all free now, like… TOTALLY free, good thing we all made a contingency plan for this sort of thing, so relax, nobody is going to destroy you, not on purpose at least." Lust laughed at his own little joke at the end. Famine seemed to relax. It was impressive, they must have all agreed on a plan of action whilst they were still forced to be nothing more than those little stone seals of power.

"So if none of you sins were to blame for that outburst that you had, who killed you?" Famine asked the question that had plagued the battlefield since it had happened. Almost as soon as she asked the question, she felt a cold shiver race down the back of her spine which caused her to instinctively reach for her whip. Was this what Conquest knew was REALLY on its way? Is that why he wanted her to release her seals?

"That bitch." Lust glared, pointing a finger right behind Famine and Reyna who both turned on their heels immediately. Standing there with a hand on her hips was the most beautiful woman that both women had ever seen before, and Famine knew exactly who it was if she had gone out of her way to personally kill the sin of Lust, no matter how ineffective it had truly been.

"What did you expect, we ARE opposing entities." She giggled for a second before adjusting her focus to Famine and Reyna. She wore baggy combat trousers that hugged tight at the waist and got progressively looser as they finally reached the polished black leather boots that the trousers were tucked into. She had a modest white t-shirt over the top half of her body. Her natural eyes which consisted of a constantly shifting pattern of dark colours from blacks to more vibrant shades like gleaming purple, they were the kind of eyes that contrasted perfectly with her creamy white skin and went perfectly with her long shimmering obsidian hair that flowed down her back.

"I have to admit, it took you a few seconds longer than I expected, perhaps little of Prudence isn't as strong as she thinks she is?" Lust produced that toothy grin that was becoming so iconic to him before taking another sip from that silver goblet. Considering that

"It's Chastity, not Prudence you imbecile. I'll destroy you again if necessary." She grunted unhappily before folding her arms and pouting as if that made any more sense. Famine and Reyna were both standing there in the dead centre of a feud between two almost primordial opposing forces. Even if there was something they could do to prevent them from fighting, would they be able to enforce it?

Reyna was sure that she was starting to see a pattern of correlation between all of these higher powers turning up and the point in time where all of her soldiers seemed to take a far higher interest in the oncoming waves of enemies than that of being anywhere near her.

"Pfft, like you could, you only managed to kill me last time because I was so distracted by the master's disappearance that you managed to get a cheap shot at me, so if you think you could kill me in a straight up fight," He finished the contents of his goblet before launching it above them, "~hit me with your best shot!" He sang with that same grin.

There was a moment of intense silence where the only noise that could be heard was the constant pattering of raindrops hitting the ground at their feet. Reyna and Famine both exchanged a look of sheer horror before the silver goblet clanged against the ground.

Chastity raised her hand to smite Lust but the instant she was about to strike out at him, there was a strong hand clasping her wrist in an unmoving grip. They all turned their heads to see the new arrival.

"Oh." Lust's joyful tone had shifted to that of something Reyna could only describe as completely neutral. All of the joy had vanished and his widespread challenging stance had been reduced to that of a lax soldier who didn't quite know what to do with themselves, "Fuck." Lust continued to mutter under his breath.

"The Seven Heavenly Virtues were created to be a perfect counter balance to us Deadly Sins, but the fact of the matter remains to be that the power of Death would always be tipped in favour over Chaos… In terms of combat at least." There was a second almost perfectly identical copy of Percy standing there, effortlessly holding the Virtue at bay with only one hand. He even looked bored whilst doing it. Reyna noticed that Famine's breathing had becoming forced… She was desperately trying to remain calm in this Sin's presence.

"Wrath." The Virtue breathed out shakily. There was a deep pressure that enveloped the whole of the ramparts, a blood red glow irradiated out of his eyes as he continued to prove just how overwhelming he was compared to the power of the Heavenly Virtue.

"Wrath! Enough, you'll kill the Demigods!" Famine shouted. That seemed to have been enough to cause Wrath to regain his sense and ease up almost completely. He even released Chastity from his grip before slowly walking towards Famine who had gained a slight sweat.

"You're still in your fleshy Horseman prison, why is that? Conquest has finally faced his past, the master is about to undergo a similar task and then there's you and War. War is a beast, a primal animal nothing more, but before ascension to being a chosen Horseman… You were a Goddess, so why have you remained?" He asked her, keeping an immensely calm disposition considering that he was known as the Sin of Wrath. Reyna was rather glad of that fact though.

"Because my time revered as a Goddess has long gone, all Gods needed support from their people but since becoming a Horseman, my people slowly forgot about me, if I release my seals, I will slowly die." Famine told the Sin with a glare in her eye. Her past life had been exposed in the lone minute that the Sin of Wrath had been around.

"As one of the Four Horsemen, you have enough power to bestow your mantle upon someone else, one body, two minds, one a Goddess that you used to be, the other the Horseman of Famine. It's your choice but it means you could release your seals and still not die, it also means that the person who you chose to becoming one with, with be the dominant body, and you will only be able to take over that body with a mutual agreement." Wrath explained. Famine listened carefully to his words. She'd have to give her mantle to someone else, her current body would die though, she liked her body but it was the body of a Goddess who had no time left on her own. Perhaps that was the best way to move forwards, she would always be the Horseman of Famine, that was just who she was now.

Nothing but silence among the rain as they heard Wrath's words. "Why would I need to release my seals? Conquest is at full power, we have Lust, Wrath and Chastity all fighting together against the weaker Horseman, not to mention that the Olympian Gods are going AWOL and completely decimating Gaea's forces. There remains to be nothing left for us here, so why exactly would I need to regain my power?" Famine asked, her eyes dimmed ever so slightly before they returned to their natural colour.

"The reason that master has disappeared is because Void has imprisoned Percy Jackson inside his own mind, Void ripped Lady Artemis out of the Olympian throne room and thrust her inside Percy's mind alongside the one being that could break the mentality of master Death…" Wrath sighed ever so slightly, hoping that they were all understanding what was going on.

"That's not possibly, I felt it as well but that's NOT POSSIBLE!" Famine bellowed, "Percy Jackson regained all of the power that was handed to him as he assumed the mantle of Death, and as Death, he reaped Lucifer's soul completely, Void could not prevent that, Chaos cannot rebuild him, not after that, so HOW has that happened?" Famine rambled, loosing her cool at the thought of what was going on, there was an underlying tone that Wrath hadn't wanted to verbally announce/

"Because of Death being imprisoned by his OWN MIND, he's been subconsciously tricked into recreating Lucifer within the confines of said mental prison. He's going to have to pull through that on his own, or with Artemis by his side, who knows? Not even Chaos would be able to see what he's going to have to go through, not inside his own mind, not even us Sins know what's going to happen to him, all we can do for now is prepare, because what Void has just done to the master is none other than an act of war… Speaking of." Wrath suddenly found himself a new target, one that had just gone through a process similar to what Conquest had done previously.

The Archangel and his daughter had noticed the arrival of the one identical to Lust but the aura that followed him was almost unfathomable, even to them who excelled at divine perception. Wrath exploded in a cloud of dark red dust, dissimilar to Lust's only in colour, before reappearing in front of Conquest.

War was now the same size as the Giants that were being thoroughly thrashed by the Elder Gods of Olympus. War held impressively long axes in either hand and didn't seem at all bothered by the prospect that he was about to face off against the Wrath of Death.

"Finally, the one I sought to destroy first, come on then, puny Sin, show me your power!" War screeched before striking the ground with one of his axes. A shower of dust had covered the entire warzone before dispersing to reveal Wrath standing as casually as ever with just a single finger pressed firmly against the razor sharp edge of the enormous axe War had slammed against him. A second later there was the sound of metal shattering as large plates of obliterated axe fell to the ground around him.

Lust sighed as he watched the on-going fight, "Yep, the ultimate sin steals the show once again." From just behind him, Chastity glared at the back of his head. She hated him yet she hated the fact that she hated him even more. The only reason that she 'hated' him was because she was born to be the polar opposite of his sheer existence, otherwise, she had no problem with him, he was just another Sin of Death after all, just as she was a Virtue of Chaos.

"Lust, I want you and Chastity to go around this city, find me a woman that finds your existence disgusting, I need to find someone who will take up the mantle of dying Goddess." Famine sighed contently with the most tragic smile on her face. She feared the day that she would lose her identity as the Goddess of her planet but it had finally come to be that her duties as a Horseman had taken even that much from her.

"I will." Reyna's voice prevented either Lust or Chastity from responding to Famine's request. The Horseman merely looked at Reyna with surprise in her eyes. The girl she'd spent the past however long standing and merely watching the battlefield with, she was willing to become the Goddess that Famine once was?

"It's a hard burden to bear, you'd also be the face of the Horseman of Famine, understand at least that much."

"I know, I understand what it will take. It wont be a case of I'm a Goddess, you're a Horseman, we'll both turn into both of those things, two minds, one body, all of the power you'll need to fight against this new threat, I know. I've wanted to be able to do more to help my people, if this is what it takes then I agree." Reyna's immense determination was shining in her eyes. Famine could already tell that she was serious about all of that.

"OK, Reyna, let's do this." Famine sighed, this time with a smile of content as she placed her hand on Reyna's shoulder and they were both engulfed in a shining light.

"Oh shit, I'm not sure who to watch!" Lust squealed as he quickly darted between Reyna and Famine, and Wrath finally changing from simply defending against War, to fighting the Horseman. Lust was having the time of his life and he wasn't even neck deep in women.

Sins, Virtues, unleashed Horsemen and to top it off, Death has been rendered immobile alongside Artemis and Lucifer, did I miss anything?" Conquest asked as he finally joined Lust and Chastity on the ramparts. The unconscious form of Arael in his arms as he gently landed on the ground. Famine and Reyna were completely hidden from view, even to Conquest's angelic perception.

"No, you've got it correct. We're going to war with Void, when we can finish the business that the idiot's master had set out to do." Chastity confirmed with a slight nod.

"Fine, I will go to Chaos' plateau, I expect Void still remains there, you'll know the war is truly starting if she attempts to kill me. First, I must take my daughter to the Holy City, she shall not be caught up in a war between those three." Conquest flapped his immense wings before anyone could argue, he was already halfway through a tear in reality that sealed itself once he was through.

"New Goddess slash Horseman," Lust pointed at the still glowing forms of Reyna and Famine, "Soon to be dead Horseman slash rapidly strengthening Sin of Wrath," He pointed, focusing on War and Wrath fighting in the battlefield. "Gods of Olympus that are angry at Gaea and Tartarus even though they had no part in Artemis' kidnapping," Lust's gaze grazed over Zeus, Poseidon and Hades who were each exacting some gruesome killing manoeuvres on bands of lesser giants that had followed the Gigantes into battle.

"Heavenly Virtue that is drawn to destroy me," Lust finally got around to pointing at Chastity who sighed and rolled her eyes at him, "So, if you've got the time, I'd probably destroy you, but, you know, in the way that I destroy people." He winked at her.

"You're disgusting. You KNOW that Death and Chaos are Primordial siblings right?" Chastity asked him, feeling sick just being around him, yet she couldn't exactly even place why, it was just their existences disagreeing on a physical level.

"I'm the Sin of Lust, my only siblings are the other six Sins, moreover, I'm physically Percy Jackson, so, in summary, I'd definitely smash every single Heavenly Virtue if they all look like you, I don't know what Void looks like, but more than likely I'd also be stricken by my own Sin to sleep with them as well." Lust shrugged yet again with that toothy grin on show.

"You truly disgust me but your logic isn't exactly flawed. I hate you, more because I don't even have a reason to hate you, so just shut up and come on, we have a special mission and we're no longer needed here as Wrath has just ended this fight once and for all." Chastity told her polar opposite before gesturing to the field of Mars.

"What!?" Lust span around at the speed of light only to see the giant form of War standing perfectly still, his body being balanced upright by the axe that remained in his hand standing firmly against the ground. There was a hole the size of a car that went through the dead centre of his chest. It seemed that Wrath had gotten bored of toying around with War.

With a cloud of red to mark his leaving of the battlefield, another cloud signed that he'd appeared back on the ramparts, "No more reason to be here, I shall watch over these teenagers whilst Famine is busy merging with the Demigod. I believe you both have somewhere else to be." Wrath hinted at Lust and Chastity before folding his arms and merely watching the fight between Demigods and monsters ensue. They had lost most of their commanders but with the remaining centurions being watched over by the Elder Gods who were still fighting heartily against Gaea's forces, they had found new morale and weren't letting the enemy waves gain any further ground.

Wrath would stay until Famine had returned or until Gaea and Tartarus decided to make an appearance, then he'd smite them as well just for fun. He grunted slightly in amusement at his own thoughts before feeling Lust and Chastity's presence disappear.

He dreaded to think what the master was having to go through right now…

Especially with Lucifer by his side for every minute of it.

Line Break : Bet you mother fuckers didn't expect a chapter this long.

Percy woke up groggily in a set of thick celestial gold chains that were firmly wrapped around his wrists holding his arms towards the ceiling of a dingy little stone building. There was a single window of iron bars that let sunlight flood in and shine on the lower half of his face.

"Ugh, what happened?" He asked with a groggy yawn, why was he tired? He never got tired, that wasn't how it worked being Death.

"Beats me, one moment I was bitch slapping your girlfriend and getting reaped painfully by your scythe, the next moment I'm in here, with you." A man's voice reached Percy's ears, it sounded familiar yet different to what he swore he knew it had sounded like previously. As he pulled his head above the blinding rays of light, his eyes widened in a mixture of horror, surprise, confusion and just plain anger. Lucifer was sitting on a rickety table by the wall, swinging a single leg casually as he threw what looked like a tennis ball at the wall before catching it and repeating it once again.

"You're dead, I killed you with complete erasure." Percy stuttered quickly before trying to stand up, that was when he noticed that he was being held in chains.

"What the Hell?" His mask of confusion only grew thicker as he found himself completely unable to use any of his natural power.

"Exactly." Lucifer grinned, scratching his leg that was wrapped in some baggy jeans. Since when had the devil given up fancy suits for casual denim? "See, thing is Percy, old buddy, I'm not alive, I'm only real inside your mind, a gift from Void as it were, buuuttt, since she's managed to trap not only YOU but the real Artemis inside your mind, that's where we are by the way, then I will be real to this entire world for the time that you're kept as a prisoner in here." Lucifer explained before giving a brief sigh.

"Doesn't surprise me, so what has she actually decided are the materialistic of my own mental incarceration?" Percy asked, pulling at one of the chains just because he could. He was surprised to see that there was a crack appearing around the part of the wall that the chains were tethered to.

"Ooh, look at that. Looks like your natural strength, while severely limited, is slowly coming back to you. So, the 'rules' as you put it, are a bit more complex than simple rules. You have to get good old Lady Artemis to see reason and understand that you're both being held prisoner inside your mind, the only difference is that we're not where you kiddos left off in the current day." Lucifer yawned and stretched his arms before standing up and walking over to Percy, their faces only inches apart.

"This is the real kicker champ, you're way back in ancient Greece, Artemis is the leading force against the Titan invasion, and you, just so happen to be Perseus Jackson, the legendary Titan who killed off nearly half of her huntresses alone." Lucifer laughed as he saw the look of pain cross Percy's face.

"Oh for fuck sake." Percy cursed before giving himself a moment to go over what Lucifer had just told him. "So why am I in chains if I'm a supposed legendary Titan?" He glared at the devil who had tortured him endlessly for so long.

"Exposition I'd imagine." Lucifer waved his hand lazily. It seemed that he wasn't a fan of the situation they were in either.

"If you're here, why haven't you tried to torture me or anything?" Death asked the question that had been on his mind since Lucifer had begun to talk.

The Fallen Angel looked over to his previously most hated enemy, "Because I'm not the asshole devil that you killed, I'm the Lucifer that was created by your own power, Perseus." Lucifer prodded Percy in the head to add emphasis to his words, "Besides, I can't kill you, nothing can, even in this world where your power is that of your weaker Sins, you're still immortal to all extents but the task is one that will be almost impossible for you. Luckily, I don't think your ever so considerate sister took into account the fact that I wouldn't be recreated as the devil that wants to kill you."

"And WHY is that?" Percy looked up, pulling on his chains once again, this time managing to rip one of them out of the wall. The celestial bronze was still binding his powers away but it wasn't stopping his natural strength that was quickly seeping back into him.

"Because in here, I'm exactly as powerful as you are, and if we succeed, I want to smash Void in the face before my body fades back into nothing, how's that for a good deal?" Lucifer grinned, resting on his toes right in front of Percy's face.

"So because of my own passive influence, you've been resurrected, if only temporarily inside my own mind, as NOT inherently evil?" He struggled to imagine the difference on history if Lucifer had been THIS way from the beginning.

"Bingo, the bad boy finally understands. Now, I'm pretty sure Artemis is on her way here as we speak so that she can torture you, let's get out of this situation and make our mark on the world of ancient Greece, shall we?" Lucifer's grin was one that made Percy cautious about whether or not he was telling the truth. It was entirely possible that he really wasn't evil any longer but at the same time it was still Lucifer, only time would tell but Percy had no reason to cast aside the help of the only other being inside his mind that truly knew what was going on.

Lucifer ripped the other chain out of the wall with no effort at all, with a snap of his fingers the shackles had been broken open, releasing Death once again. The glow of power quickly came flowing back into him just as it had every time he'd released one of his Sins.

"So, 'Titan', are you ready to break Void's trap? A word of warning before anything happens though, only three beings are real in this world, because we're in your mind. You, Artemis and myself. I'm tied directly to you, so even though my body is real, you can't kill me, vice versa. Artemis though? Even though she thinks you're each other's arch-enemy, she can still be killed by people like us, better keep an extra close eye on her." Lucifer winked before gently kicking at the frigid wooden door to the small prison cell. As if on cue, the whole building aside from the door had broken apart at the seams and fallen down all around them. "Huh." Lucifer muttered, scratching his chin as they both looked around their surroundings to see that there were at least thirty girls all clad in silver, pointing knocked arrows right at them.

Percy glared at Lucifer who was grinning sheepishly, "You were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!" He growled. Before he could continue scalding Lucifer, the Fallen Angel pointed at the most prominent entity around them. Percy looked to his side to see a true sight to behold.

"Holy shit she was even beautiful four thousand years ago." He said as he found himself locked eyes with Artemis who had a gigantic silver bow ready to unleash right at him.

"Perseus, the Titan of Death, you who dared to defile the ancient laws and murder my hunters, what do you have to say in your defence?" Artemis' voice was cold and filled to the brim with hatred, so really, nothing had changed from then and when Percy had first met her.

"Don't blame me, he was the one who kicked the doors down!" Percy pleaded like a child as he pointed at Lucifer. He still held the power of one of his Sins? Then he'd have a little bit of fun inside this prison built by Chaos, he'd shown Artemis the truth somehow but he couldn't use force.

"What!? Don't blame me, my power is your power, you'd have fared no better with being gentle." Lucifer glared prominently as he had his hands in his pockets, both of them feeling unphased by the thirty odd arrows that could come flying at them at any time.

"You're to blame for nearly everything when you're involved, now is no exception. I can't harm any of these huntresses and I can't exactly storm Olympus, how do I get out of this situation?" Percy completely ignored the hunters and Artemis as he turned to face Lucifer, folding his arms and watching the devil think of something.

"I've got the perfect plan, trust me." Lucifer grinned once again before clicking his fingers, out of nowhere a microphone dropped into his hands. Percy tensed up, why the Hell did he create a microphone?

"~You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips." Lucifer sang softly as he slowly walked towards the closest hunter who had a bow aimed at his face.

"You have got to be kidding me." Percy said out loud, any hopes of not being injured while they got out of their current situation quickly draining as he noticed the increasingly unimpressed looks on the hunter's faces.

"~There's no tenderness like before in your fingertips."

"We are so getting shot." Percy sighed, already realizing that in his weakened form he'd actually feel the pain of being shot if he was unlucky enough to not dodge the arrows properly.

"~You're trying hard not to show it but baby, baby I know it!"

"What's he doing!?" Artemis demanded furiously as she kept switching target between the two of them, unsure of who this new contact was or just how dangerous they could be. They were with Perseus so it was highly likely that they were not to be underestimated.

"~You've lost that loving feeling!"

"This is a fate worse than death." Percy sighed before kneeling against the ground. How did he end up imprisoned within his own mind being held at the equivalent of gunpoint by his lover while Lucifer was serenading them to buy time for a plan than neither of them had?

A/N: A LOT of shit has happened this chapter, I think I deserve a review.