The Arena

Sorry about killing Bob, but it was needed because he's the Titan of mortality. In The Blood of Olympus, I still don't think Gaea should've lost to 3 demigods and a piece of flaming rock. Like really? Also in other fanfic stories they just depict how Gaea kills Annbeth and Percy's parents, and like Percy goes nuclear and stabs Gaea to death. But my counter question is, WHY THE FUCK WOULD THAT WORK? Do you really think that Gaea, the PRIMORDAL of the earth, would die to the thing she created? Like she was the one who created metal! Anyway, even if Percy has a super op sword, I think being a titan of mortality would help out a lot. Like maybe he'll completely steal her powers or something. The poll is going to close in a few days, so make sure to keep on voting!

(Psychotic Percy is now called Erade, and Percy's new sword is called Deathmonger)

Tartarus is HUGE! Goddamn, I don't know how even monsters know where to go in this place. So far I've just been searching for monsters, and interrogating them until they give me information. However, not one of them has talked.

'You'd assume these motherfuckers knew how to talk right?' Erade asked.

'That's what I've been thinking' I replied.

'You know, I don't think you're torturing them properly.'

'What would you know about torturing someone?'

'More than you obviously, I was born from your misery remember?' he reminded me.

'Ya well you kinda forgot that this is my body, and I control it.'

He just grunted in reply.

'That's what I thought, dickwad. Now shut up, I found a new customer.'

I crouched behind a rock, and began to examine the monster. Hmm I haven't seen one of these before. The creature was like a spider-dog. It had the body and head of a hellhound, but had 6 legs instead of 4. Four of its legs were in the right place for a hellhound, but 2 stuck out where a hellhound's ribs would be.

'What the fuck is that abomination? Did someone rip apart two hellhounds and stuff them together?'

'Hey, well we've kinda been doing that for the past few weeks, so we can't really be talking.' I told him.

For the past few weeks, everytime we capture a monster and kill it, we take it's meat, dry it out, and eat it.

'Ya it's fucking disgusting. I still can't believe you make us eat those pieces of shit.'

'Would you rather eat rocks?'

'No'

'That's what I thought, now as I said earlier, shut the fuck up!' I scolded him.

'Fine then,' he replied defensively.

I continued to crouch behind the rock and uncapped my pen, turning it into a spear, and waited until the hybrid hellhound was close enough. Just a little closer… Just a little closer… The creature stopped moving and began to sniff the air. What are you doing?! Move you lazy fuck, there nothing to sniff! The creature continued to smell the air for another minute, until deciding to continue moving. Finally! I stepped away from the rock, and threw the spear at the beast's rib cage. The hellhound jerked it's head in my direction, and jumped out of the way, but it was too late. The spear pierced it's stomach, and it fell to the floor. I rushed over to see black blood oozing out of its side.

I quickly began controlling the liquid and forcing it back inside the creature's body. After the blood was back inside it, I heated up my hand and pressed it against its side, burning the wound shut.

"Perfect"

Over the past few weeks, I've found that after killing Hyperion, I was able to somewhat control fire, control light, and heat things up. I've also practiced my hellhound powers, and found that I'm able to manipulate shadows, talk to hellhounds, and shadow travel like Nico. I've manipulated the shadows to cover my body, and now look like I'm wearing a short sleeve t-shirt with some jeans made out of shadows. My powers I got from my dad have also increased drastically. Now, I'm now able to control any liquid, create storms of any kind, somewhat control the Earth, turn water into ice, vapor travel(like shadow traveling), vibrate things, call lightning(the lightning here is dark blue), and control the wind. Apparently, because there's water in the air, I'm able to control the air. Also my dad is the god of storms, so the lightning powers make sense. As for my time power, I have yet to explore them. I know they're my powers, and Kronos has faded, but part of me still worries that I'm going to become like kronos if I use them.

'Ya and that's your problem dipshit, you hesitate to accept power,' my psychotic part scolded me.

'It's not always a good thing to just want power!' I told him.

'It's one thing to want power, and another to accept it!'

'Whatever.'

I vibrated my vocal cords, and began talking in a deep, demon-like voice to the hellhound, "Where are the Doors of Death?"

What?! Why are you attacking me?

"Where are the doors of death!"

I have no quarrel with you, and don't wish to my lord.

I stopped my demonic voice, "Wait a second, your Lord. What do you mean by 'my lord'?"

I can smell your aura, you are a hellhound lord.

'Hey Chaos!'

Chaos's voice popped up in my head. 'Yes? Well, well, well, it seems you've finally become the hellhound king! Apparently defeating this last Daimonikós Hellhound has given you the title of HellHound King. This means, you are the King of hellhounds. You have nearly complete control over hellhounds, and can summon them at any time to do your bidding. See ya!'

'FUCK YA BITCHES! I'M THE KING!' Erade shouted.

'I'm the hellhound king? Sweet.'

My lord?

"Hmm? Oh yes what do you need?"

You blanked out there, my lord.

"Oh I'm sorry, just thinking about something. One thing, could you please stop calling me by 'my lord'? My name is Percy."

The hellhound tilted his head, but nodded. Wait, he nodded? I didn't know hellhounds could nod. I bent down and began petting him.

"I'm sorry. Do you think you could show me to the doors of death?"

I would if I could my lo- sorry, Percy. I haven't left this pit. I'm a contestant in Nyx's arena.

"Nyx's arena?"

Yes. I'm required to report for duty at her arena everytime I reform.

"Hmmmm… do you think someone there could show me to the doors of death?"

Yes… Yes, I do. However, no information here comes for free, so you will most definitely have to bet on something. This could vary from getting a piece of metal halfway across Tartarus, to winning the final battle in the arena.

"Of course *sigh* alright let's get moving."

-Time Skip- 3 days later

'This is such BULLSHIT!' Deathmonger said. 'We've been walking for fuckin days! Like goddamn, how long does this 6-legged piece of shit expect us to walk?'

'I don't know. At least he's kind enough to take us here.'

'No you moron, remember, you're his king, he has to take you here.'

"Whatever."

What was that Percy?

"Nothing," I replied smoothly. I didn't want anyone to know about Erade, plus besides I'm not even completely sure he existed, or it was just me going crazy.

'I can hear you, you know that right?'

'Shut up asshole'

We are here my lord.

I looked up. I was standing in front of the biggest castle gate I've ever seen. The walls were midnight black and seemed to stretch on forever in every direction. I began to feel very small and insignificant. I wish I was with Annabeth. I miss Annabeth so much. In fact, what are the chances we're even going to live through this war?

Percy?

"Uhh yes?"

Are you ok? You look a little sad.

"Don't worry about it."

Ok. Well the only way to enter is by shadow traveling, I will see you on the other side.

He began to fade into the shadows, and quickly disappeared.

"Lord help me," I said as I faded into shadows.