The Price

by slytherinshadowhunter67

The Seven have defeated Gaea - but at a cost. Percy and Annabeth are gone. These are the thoughts of the remaining members of the Seven, Nico and people who knew them as they discover their deaths. AU. Ignores Blood of Olympus.

37. Kronos

I welcome all the love I'm getting, but I'm curious—some people seem to have abandoned my story :( But no matter. Special shoutout to PercyJackson21 for fav/following me and the story, as well as reviewing. Means a lot :D Also thanks to the guest who thought Tyson was well represented :) And now to the real reason y'all are here. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON

This is going to be an interesting chapter.

KRONOS

The dim subconscious form of Kronos that would never be truly dead was spread thin, and had been ever since his defeat, but it was still capable of thought.

Kronos had no body, no host and no physical form, but he had been powerful when he'd had one, and now he could still feel and think and listen to the world around him. The silly mortal world that stupid Percy Jackson had prevented him from conquering. Kronos vowed to himself that if he ever managed to regain physical form—even if it took him a thousand years to do so—he would rise to power and rule once and for all.

By then, Percy Jackson would be dead, so Kronos would be able to rest easy among the ashes of the mortals.

At the thought, Kronos would have growled in sadistic pleasure if he had had a throat to growl from, but since he didn't, he decided to check in on Olympus, as he sometimes did when he was bored, and see how the gods were doing.

Mount Olympus had protections, of course, but those protections did not account for thinly-spread Titans who as of yet meant no harm. So Kronos' totally invisible and undetectable presence passed into the throne room and listened to the gods. He waited for a long time, but eventually it was worth the wait.

He had no way of hearing, but somehow he was able to hear muffled voices reverberating somewhere in his presence.

For a moment—or what the Titan judged to be a moment; he was no longer quite as capable of deducting time as he'd once been—the voices around him were indecipherable, but then they sharpened slightly and Kronos could make out individual words, spoken in voices he hadn't heard physically in a long, long time. And all thanks to that idiot of a half-blood, Percy Jackson.

The threat of Gaea is no more, a voice recognizable as Zeus' said.

Kronos mentally frowned. Blast it to Tartarus, those interfering, worthless demigods had somehow managed to defeat the Earth Mother. Kronos had been hoping that in a world ruled by Gaea he'd somehow manage to come back to power, but it was apparently not to be.

Poseidon, Athena, I'm sorry, Zeus continued, having said some other things Kronos hadn't heard.

Kronos was still intelligent enough to understand the implications of that statement, and his lip would have curled in pleasure had he had a lip to curl. Well, well, well. Percy Jackson and his ugly dumb girlfriend had at last met their match. Somehow, they had died; Kronos didn't much care about the details. However, he did care that they were dead, and thank Tartarus for that.

Kronos knew that these demigods no longer posed a threat to him, not that they ever had. Relieved at the prospect of ruling the world once again, he gleefully set about planning the world's eventual demise, satisfied that he would someday regain his former glory.