It's not long as I wrote it, cus there was a problem with fanfiction and all my work got deleted.
Sorry.
The Beginning of the End
Mount Olympus,
Jupiter Optimus Maximus, King of Olympus and ruler of the Universe.
He awoke.
He had awoken from long naps before. When the spread of Christianity began, the fall of Rome indirectly began, and indirectly his power and influence began to wane. Jupiter never knew what Christianity was about. It was possible the mortals had been praying to Chaos, but from first hand, he knew that Chaos never responded.
Without the support of Olympus, the Roman Empire slowly fell to its enemies and in turn without the prayers of Rome, Olympus was forced to go too sleep so that they could learn how to live with a minimal amount of prayers.
Believe it or not, but Olympus had been far more powerful in the old days. That's what was strange now, the level of prayers was overwhelming, it was like superman when he had first seen the sun. Jupiter's divine core simply drank in the millions of prayers to him, making him far more powerful than he had ever been.
Divine beings were simply different from mortals. All gods experienced a certain level of detachment and apathy that came with being one of the highest forms of life ever created. But now for the first time, in all his many, many years of existence, Jupiter Kronosborn was surprised.
They stood before the council, haggard, and sore. The seven looked on towards the gods surrounding them, each wary and nervous. Perseus himself stood stiffly and nodded as Jupiter continued his customary long speech about 'their' great victory in this war and how it would be remembered for ages. Personally, this was more of a "Zeus" thing, but absorbing his greek aspect had transferred some of the latter's tendencies to Jupiter.
Still, both sides were extremely surprised at Perseus Jackson's change. He was formal, serious, and cold. The Valdez boy kept on muttering things into the Venus-child's ear and his ear, but yet the son of Poseidon stood still.
He looked so much like his brother it tempted him to kill him. The same way his jaw was set, the light growth of stubble indicated he'd look like his father if he grew it out. This Percy Jackson was different than the one that had argued with him a decade before. Standing still, quietly, and passively. There was no nervous tick, not even a twitching finger.
Jupiter liked the changes.
He would observe his nephew, and watch him closely.
"… and so we, the gods of Olympus, offer you our sincere thanks," Jupiter said, the last words looking rather difficult for him since. "We have some gifts for you… if you'd like to hear them?" he asked in a booming voice.
"Yes!" came one immediate rasping reply, making several heads turn in surprise to look at the speaker.
Annabeth looked ready to pop with excitement, completely ignoring her burned throat and what looked like a broken leg as she grinned with her reply.
The king of the gods could sense the distance between the Athena-spawn and the rest of the demigods, but now the contempt was physically palpable.
Especially from Perseus.
He glanced around the throne room and noted that his daughter Athena looked pleased with her daughter's choice which contrasted heavily with Venus's cold and stony expression.
"Well?" Annabeth questioned. Jupiter internally growled, who was this pathetic mortal telling him to hurry up.
"Well, Athena child, I would offer you godhood, but I don't believe you have merited that with your actions over the last decade."
"What do you mean?" she demanded hotly.
"From, the prison my vision was obscured. But I saw enough."
The girl's jaw dropped before whirling around to face her mother.
"Mother!" she screamed petulantly. "I did everything you asked, I built an army, I worshipped you over the other gods, I-"
"Hold on a second, what- what the hell did she just say?" asked Apollo.
The other eleven Olympians heads snapped around as they turned to look at Athena who they suspected had attempted a coup against Jupiter.
To her credit, Athena looked ashamed, her cheeks flushed golden she looked like she had just gotten exposed without her consent on the short-lived godly pornography series "Aphrodite TV" and her eyes were downright murderous.
"All right Father, I did attempt to become the lead goddess, but only because I felt that you needed a break," she said quietly, in a voice that Jupiter knew was fake, but was succumbing to anyway. Poseidon choked on his Pina Colada. For the first time, Percy shifted ever so slightly, but enough to tell Jupiter that the demigod was irritated.
"We will discuss this later." he said firmly before turning his attention back to Annabeth Chase "Your actions have been detrimental to the strength of Olympus. You intentionally preyed on the fears of your fellow females and whipped them into a bunch of man-hating fools. You are lucky, my son did not strike you down with the rest of your compatriots as soon as he laid eyes on you."
Artemis flinched before blurting out "What about my hunters did you kill them."
His son Jason Grace who was listening intently spoke "No my lady, the huntresses of Diana are as wise as they are virtuous. They understood who truly served Olympus. They are at your temple in Montana." he finished coldly looking at Athena. "Unfortunately, I can't say the same time for the rest of Annabeth Chase's head conspirators."
"And what would that mean, my son?" asked Jupiter.
"Thalia Grace betrayed me, " he said harshly as if he was speaking to a bug that he was trying to stamp "She broke away from the seventh's vanguard which resulted in the deaths of four cohorts.".
"And what did you do to your sister?" asked Hera who was smiling.
"Nothing, at least nothing yet. If you guys hadn't arrived I would probably have forced him to fight in the New Colosseum, before inevitably executing her in front of the country in a televised spectacle, which would most certainly dissuade deserters," he stated emotionlessly as if a fact.
"My lady." he finished. Hera smiled in a self-satisfied manner, before putting her hand out to calm him as mutters shot through the throne room, they didn't know who it was, perhaps the foreign gods assembled behind and in between the thrones and floating in the air who was shocked at the coldness of this demigod or perhaps the thousands of Greco-Roman minor gods that had met Jason and didn't recognize.
"And her army?" said Mars.
Jason for the first time smiled "I killed all of them."
The muttering instantly ceased, as a pin drop enveloped the entire throne room.
"Where's Nick?" he asked.
"Where's Nick?" he asked this time louder.
"Where's Nick?" he repeated even louder.
Thalia didn't look him in the eye.
"Thalia, Where's Nick?" he asked softly, too soft.
"I'm- I'm sorry." she stuttered. His eyes widened, and his body crackled with energy, as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.
"Where. Is. My. Brother." he spat out.
"I'm sorry," she said tears leaking out of ears. There was a silence, a long one that seemed to span centuries his face broke out into a brilliant smile. The energy slowly dissipated and he landed on the deck of the ship with a resounding thump. The smile didn't fade away as he spoke.
"It's okay," he said kindly.
"Really?" she sniffled like a child.
"Really," he confirmed "and for what it's worth... I'm sorry too."
"Sorry for what?" she asked confused. Her confusion only increased as he put his right forearm to his mouth
"Thalia is all the hunters on this ship?"
"Yes, all of them stay with me at all times," she said.
"Let the angels have their fun. Once their through, get the guns and destroy it." to Thalia's dismay.
"Awaiting confirmation?" a small voice echoed out the small communications device in his sleeve.
"Confirmation phrase is Execute Pace Protocol."
"Confirmation accepted."
A large boom echoed throughout the air as all the fighter chants changed course from circling the city and flew over the city dropping massive bombs that exploded causing screams to ring through the air, as columns and pillars of fire burned into the buildings.
All the women on board turned to look at the burning city. Some watched grimly, some cried and begged for mercy, some went numb and fainted.
The jets started another run and began to fire with different ammunitions. Some fired rockets, some fired sabot rounds, and some dropped bombs but in the end, the result was the same. The fleet that Annabeth had been so proud off had done jack-shit and had been destroyed by the technological and technical superiority of the Roman jets and their skilled pilots.
A trio of Boeing CH-47 Chinooks emblazoned with a golden wolf descended from the sky, piloted by Imperial pilots. They landed on the deck and the ramp fell to the ground as two doors opened up. Two Centurions per copter marched out and stood uniformly next to the ramp on both sides.
Jason turned to the hunters "Ladies your rides are here."
They looked at him warily and thanked him, but as they reached the ramp they hesitated. The Centurions simultaneously snapped sharp salutes and said: "Ave Diana" which seemed to put the hunters to ease. They boarded the helicopters and Thalia watched in shock, as her sisters abandoned her and left her alone on the ship.
She would stay like that for quite some time staring at the sky, waiting for her sisters to come back.
They never did. Eventually, the jets ran out of ammunition so they flew back up to their respective carriers. Once all Imperial personnel had evacuated the city, the shelling began.
Hundreds of battleships pounded the ground with long-range ballistic missiles, shells, lasers, bioweapons, and a whole menagerie of nasty shit that Leo Valdez and his super-nerds had cooked up. Jason was actually tempted to use the weapon that Leo had dubbed "The Moonbreaker." it was highly classified and was only found on Jason's ship. He didn't know the details but Leo had described it as a modified rail gun that fired shells equipped with titanium shells which they had salvaged from fracking equipment. The weapon was supposed to fire a shell deep into the earth's crust which would then insert specific gases and explosives which would make anywhere from a range of twenty to thirty miles implode creating a crater similar to the ones seen on the moon.
He had mused about it, but he had nixed the use of the destructive weapon as Leo had warned him, that firing the shell would probably cost the empire about two billion denarii, which was not an expense that Jason needed. He did think about the moonbreakers, potential terraforming capabilities, and resolved to discuss the idea with Leo later.
Nevertheless, soon enough the Imperial fleet had done its job and had utterly decimated the city, leaving no buildings standing and scorching the very earth leaving an ugly black mark on the face of the earth. Scans had shown no thermal signatures and no signs of life.
The location of Annabeth Chase's rebel capital would be desolate and barren for almost thirty years before any plant's or animals would return to it.
The gods stared at him before Hera shrieked and began to berate Jupiter and hit him over the hand with her staff.
"You bastard!" she screamed, "You had another affair!".
"No I didn't," he shot back "Control yourself, woman," he turned to Jason who was looking solemn "Who is this brother you speak of?"
"Father … In the early days of the empire… I found a boy in the ruins of Oakland, he was starving and half dead. He was surrounded by a dozen dead empousai." he said, earning shocked looks from most of the Olympians.
"This boy turned out to be a son of Styx, whose father was a demigod."
"A legacy demigod," grunted Vulcan "the last one died a long time ago. Who was the father's godly parent." his voice changed to a fearful one "Was it me?"
Jason shook his head "His mother was not a greek or roman demigod." whispers shot through the entire throne room as the foreign gods looked among themselves. Gods from all walks of life, and creeds, and ideas were here, but they all shared the same trait. They were all a bunch of horny bastards.
"Who was the father's divine parent?" inquired Diana who was looking satisfied after she heard the news about the treatment of her hunters.
Jason shook his head again "He never knew, but his father hated him for no apparent reason. He had long suspected that the hate that fueled his father was the thing that drew Styx to him in the first place" he looked down his voice breaking just a tiny bit "I adopted him as my brother, and raised him. He was a good kid and an even better Roman."
The throne room of gods watched a single tear slide down the son of Jupiter's face before it righted itself and regained it's quite stoic intensity.
"My brother is dead, because of a whore, a traitor, and a pretender," he snarled ignoring Athena and Annabeth's indignant looks and cries, he ignored Thalia's flinches and he ignored the strange looks from the word "pretender."
"And who is this pretender you speak of?" drawled Dionysus "Who is this mortal that you hate so much, that you waste the time of gods to whine about." The entire throne room turned to look at Dionysus who seemed unconcerned at the sudden surge of attention.
Jasons' face didn't crease "I'm glad you asked my lord." he clapped his hands creating a miniature thunderbolt, that shook the building to the all the god's surprise.
He has become stronger than many gods thought, Jupiter.
Two soldiers marched into the throne room ignoring the pitiful cries of the prisoner who they were harshly choking with a collar. The collar was attached to two chains and was being pulled by the two soldiers. They made a point of stopping every ten seconds and bowing to every recognizable deity, among them were the Graeco-Roman pantheon, Thor, Odin, Loki, Ganesh, Freya, and more.
When they finally reached the end of the hall, they dropped the chains and knelt on the ground, and muttered prayers in Latin that acted gave Jupiter a small burst of energy. They prostrated themselves to Hades (who had been added to the council) and Poseidon before resuming their duties by picking up their chains and standing sentinel on both sides of the pathway throughout the gargantuan room.
A shivering girl lay on the floor, her skin a paradoxical shade of pale tan was covered in scratches and bruises. Even though all Jason was portraying was cold disdain, Venus
"This human piece of trash is Madison Jacobs, a supposed daughter of Amphitrite."
Poseidon stood from his throne "That is impossible, my wife does not consort with mortals."
"Well …" Jason started as he glanced at Percy who still hadn't shown any sign of emotion "apparently she does my lord, or she was your child because there are no other deities with enough strength to pass on such power to their child."
"That is impossible... " his voice trailed off as he faded off. The other gods were all staring at him in an accusing manner.
For the first time, Perseus Jackson spoke "What are you doing? What is that pause?". It was strange, his voice was different before it was strong and clear in a positive way Yet a warm and familiar aura around him was gone as well as that near naïve kindness with just a bit of temper was missing. Now it was a steely sight, with cold anger that just seemed empty.
"Perseus my son..." the god of the ocean paused "there is no easy way to say this."
Perseus looked at him before kneeling. "I am a mere mortal, you should not and cannot fear my judgment." Jupiter cocked his head, who was this man, and what had he done with Percy Jackson?
Poseidon seemed equally unnerved by the formal obedience of his once fiery son.
"Before we were locked up in that- that hell, I was courting a mortal woman." The room was completely silent. "She bore a son for me who was with me when I was banished."
"And what happened to that son?"
"He is alive, the boy is sleeping as he has never known what the real world is like. It will take time for his body to adjust to the mystical vibrations of this dimension. On top of that, he is a demigod that has a piece of divinity inside of him, his divine spark has been silenced for fifteen years. There's no way of telling what will happen. "
Percy was quiet before speaking "I'm gonna meet him if that is permissible with you my lord?" There it was again, that stiffness and formality which was so alien to Jupiter from Percy Jackson.
Poseidon seemed to mull it over for a minute, occasionally glancing at other council members, before he nodded.
"Are you sure she's not yours my lord?" he asked. The god shook his head before taking another sip of pina colada.
Perseus walked forward towards Jupiter, aiming a swift kick towards the sniveling girl on the ground, knocking her forward with his bronze studded boot-clad foot.
"This girl," he said evenly "killed two of my chosen legionnaires and killed a boy I helped raise." Mars raised his eyebrows at the needless act of violence but didn't say anything as the man continued. "I would have her killed, preferably in front of her mother."
Poseidon's head shot up as he choked on his drink again before incredulously staring at his son.
"You cannot do that my son! If what you say is true then nothing I could do would stop my wife from incinerating you." he cried.
Percy seemed unconcerned and asked, "And where is Lady Amphitrite? If she truly cares about her child so much, then she should be here defending here." The gods exchanged looks within themselves, before speaking.
"Some gods..." Poseidon paused hesitantly as if thinking about the best way to phrase his sentence "Some Gods are less powerful, so they require more time to readjust to the world. My darling wife is one of those beings."
"And the rest?" Jason asked. Everyone knew who he was thinking about. Jupiter nodded to Apollo who coughed into his fist before speaking.
"Lady Lupa was harder hit than most of us. While our power comes from intangibles like elements and abilities like music or wisdom, Lupa's divine strength comes almost entirely from the influence of Rome and her pack. And prayers which are standard for every god, but that's irrelevant. So far, this is my conclusion," he paused "The empire that you have created is arguably stronger, more influential, and larger than the Ancient Roman Empire, is that correct?"
Jason nodded.
"Then theoretically," he stressed the theoretically "when she wakes, she should have enough power to rival an Olympian or at the very least an Elder Shinto." nodding towards a large turtle-man who looked happy and unhappy at the same time.
Jason nodded again before stepping back and tapping Percy on the back.
"As I was saying, where is Amphitrite?"
Apollo spoke again "All the sleeping gods are in the infirmaries."
"Please summon her?" he requested politely. Apollo looked at Jupiter for confirmation who nodded and leaned back on his throne. This would be interesting to watch.
Posiedon for his part seemed concerned. Apollo snapped his fingers and the sleeping body of Amphirirte lay on the pristine white floor. Percy turned away from Jupiter and walked forward and unsheathed his sword. Poseidon stood up from his seat and even Jason took a step before stopping.
The girl sniveling on the floor saw the son of Poseidon approaching her mother with a sword before leaping up and with unprecedented speed vaulted onto Percy eliciting cries of outrage from the Olympians. But before she could touch him, his hand stretched out and colliding with her face. He backhanded so hard, she flew ten feet into Hera's throne with a resounding crack. He didn't even look at her as he stood over Amphirite with his sword drawn. He held out his hand and with Riptide he slashed his forearm creating a deep cut.
The cut began to leak red blood for a minute before a silver liquid began to seep out of the gash.
Apollo leaned forward and began to squint as he saw the platinum blood. Percy held his cut over her mouth and watched as the liquid dropped into the goddess's mouth. He stood up and stripped off his jacket before tying it around his bleeding arm like a tourniquet. Suddenly, a coughing and choking sound could be heard as Amphritie writhed on the ground.
Her eyes opened wide, and she shot up into the air floating. Poseidon looked at his wife and called to her, creating a throne next to his which she took a seat in. Percy was looking tired as his blood-soaked jacket began to drip on the pristine floor. Hazel pulled his arm in an attempt to try to bandage the deep cut, but Percy waved her off softly.
"Sorry, am I gonna be the only way to address it? What the fuck was that? What was the silver stuff?" screamed Ares. "He just healed a god."
"Silence Ares," Jupiter said before fixing Percy with a cautious look "I was under the impression that the eternal's had all died out." Percy shook his head before speaking.
"For the most part, when I wasn't on a Campaign, I was traveling on my own- " he began before stopping "It is a story for another time." and turned to Amphitrite, his voice changing and it became actively cold. Before he had seemed sterile and unfriendly, now he seemed hostile and angry, emotions that Jupiter was very familiar with.
"Lady Amphitrite, I would like to subject you to some of my questions," he said coldly, many of the gods blanching at the disrespect this mortal was showing.
Amphitrite who looked disoriented nodded weakly and leaned into Poseidon's arms.
"Is this your daughter?" he pointed to the unconscious girl who Hera was looking at contemptuously. Amphitrite nodded like a concussed football who had gotten hit by JJ Watt (Who was a dedicated consul of Nova Hispania).
"Would you mind if I kill her?" Amphitrite nodded, no doubt not able to understand what she was saying. Without hesitation, in one fluid motion, he turned around and threw Riptide ten feet with perfect accuracy. The sword sailed towards the girl's head before it was interrupted all in a second. A golden glow covered the sword causing it to fall to the floor and disintegrate.
Percy stared at the sword. Hestephaus was openly gaping, and Poseidon looked surprised. Jupiter himself was so baffled that his normal appearance of omnipotent nonchalance dropped revealing a face that was similar to a surprising yellow Pokemon. T
Anaklusmos had been... destroyed? Who could destroy an object of immense power like that, certainly not the girl he thought looking at the stirring daughter of Amphitrite. Whoever destroyed a sword like that would have to be immensely powerful, an elder god at the least.
"You stupid bitch!" a voice cried. Hestia had stood up from her small alcove/hearth and looked enraged. Her normally brown hair was flaming and she was floating ten feet in the air. The target of her anger was none other than the goddess of wisdom Athena herself.
Athena stood up, her spear thrust into the air glowing with golden energy. The same energy that had destroyed Anaklusmos. Perseus turned to her, and Jupiter was surprised to see that she was unnerved.
Nevertheless, she at chose to speak and impose her will "This girl is important to my plans, you will not kill her." she said firmly. Percy's hands clenched into fists and they could feel the air getting heavier. He was gritting his teeth and his eyes were glowing.
Jupiter could feel the wind beginning to swirl dangerously, and the lightning beginning to erupt when a new voice interrupted.
"Stop!" The Wolf Goddess snarled. "Imperium Invictus". Instantly the skies calmed, the air became comfortable again, and the underlying tension dissipated. Lupa herself stood wearily in human form. She was still the same goddess he had created all those years ago, albeit more experienced and reserved now. She stood upright despite the obvious fatigue and her aura was flared in an attempt to assert dominance.
Percy without hesitation bent his knee, but unlike the other times, he stood in the submissive position. Jason, Hazel, and Frank mirroring his action simultaneously. The soldiers who had brought in the daughter of Amphrtrite also bent.
Piper and Leo who had been silent for the duration of the meeting also bent if not slightly slower, but in the same reverential manner.
As a god, Jupiter could see the power of faith and prayer seeping into Lupa from their sign of respect. He could also see, Lupa's power trickling back into her divine core. She nodded slightly to Jupiter who nodded back before turning her attention to the demigods and the guards.
"Rise." she intoned.
They stood warily.
"Perseus," she snapped "You will see me after this meeting is over. Iason, Hazel, and Zhang you will accompany him. I wish to speak to all of you.". Percy nodded, Jason cringed at the sound of his original name and Hazel and Frank bowed deeply.
She walked and morphed into her wolf form midstep before settling underneath Jupiter's throne and pinning Annabeth Chase with a disdainful glare. She nodded her head as if to say "continue".
Perseus had calmed down and took a moment to collect himself before beginning to speak.
"I'd like to address the council," he said "Privately."
Jupiter slightly inclined his head, to show that he approved the request.
Jason nodded and motioned to the others to leave before clapping Percy on the back and turning away.
"Jason..." Jupiter called. Jason turned around with an uncertain expression on his face.
"Yes, my Lord," he said.
"My son... I... I would like to speak with you after this?" He said the statement like a question as if he was unsure about what he was saying.
Jason looked surprised before smiling and said "Of course... dad."
He waited till the other mortals left the room before turning back to the gods.
"The New Roman Empire is larger than any territory that you have ever had influence over. Not only is bigger, but it's denser with almost ten times as many people as the Roman Empire," he said evenly.
"I can see some of you, are struggling to absorb all the power properly." It was true, Venus, Artemis, Mars, and Demeter who were usually vocal during council meetings, looked queasy and tired while their skins were suffused with an unnatural golden glow. Jupiter himself was feeling tired and his power limits were beginning to strain. He realized that no pantheon save the primordials themselves had ever reached as much influence as they had, and he wondered if they would be able to contain all the divine power?
He was an elder god of Olympus, but he knew there was a limit to how much power he could take before...
He didn't know what came after a god who became too powerful.
The foreign gods who he had forgotten about began to stir uneasily as if they remembered that they were not part of this "New Roman Empire" and as such were much weaker than the gods of Olympus.
"Get to the point Perseus," Hera said.
"This didn't come easily."
"We waged wars on anyone and everyone to get here. And in those wars, I found something."
A chill crept on Jupiter's neck which disturbed him. He was a god, there was no reason he should experience mortal feelings like chills.
"I was in Indianapolis when I found a bunker of sorts. It looked like it had been abandoned for years." he said "In this bunker, I found a manual that once belonged to Mars or the manual specifically belonged to his more bloody halve, Ares."
"No... no, no, no." Mars began to mutter causing the other gods on the council to look at him strangely.
"In this manual, there was only one sentence. More of an address really. St. Louis, MO 63102."
"Tell me you didn't, please, please!" Mars began to beg to Percy which began to scare Jupiter. What was his son was so scared off?
"It was the location of the St. Louis Arch."
Athena huffed irritably.
"Do you presume that my time is worthless enough for you to regale us with tales of your travels? I'm sure Apollo or Demeter would appreciate your stories, but I have things to do." This statement earned her irritated looks from the rest of the council.
Percy ignored the interruption before continuing not realizing that Annabeth Chase hadn't left the room, and was paying attention under the pretense that she had left the throne room.
"I went to the Arch and found something. A cavern of darkness, the bottom submerged in Styx-Water and something or someone shackled to the bottom of the pit." he said. Athena's ideas had widened and looked terrified. Apollo looked like he had just gotten kicked in the Groin, and Poseidon was rubbing his neck and his eyes.
Jupiter whispered "Φάντασμα της Σπάρτης"
"Yes." Percy nodded "I found the Ghost of Sparta."
A roar erupted throughout the massive throne room as all the gods, olympian, and foreign stood up.
Cries of "Who does this boy think he is!" or "Kill the boy." and even "Let him finish!" echoed throughout the room.
A bulky tall god strode forward from somewhere behind Mars's throne. His flaming red hair and crackling hammer identified him as Thor.
"Jupiter! This is madness, strike the boy down before he invites the wrath of the Hœnir banamaðr."
"Silence Thor." he said firmly before turning his attention back to Perseus "And what did you do?"
"I freed him." there was a moment of silence before another even more outraged roar erupted.
"Before killing him." which shut the fearful gods up.
"Impossible." a man said. He walked forward much to the delight of all the women including Artemis. His bare chest was covered in tattoos, and his hair was cut short and clean-shaven.
Baldur turned to Percy before starting
"I have no doubt that you are powerful blood of Olympus, but I must have fought Kratos thousands of times until he defeated me. There is no way, a demigod of any caliber could have defeated him."
"You'd be surprised by the effect that fifteen hundred years of soaking in Styx Water has on a man. He asked me too kill him."
Baldur frowned. "Admittedly, that sounds horrifying, but Kratos is too-"
"Angry?" he asked, "Yes, he was angry. Fortunately, the only way to kill him is to be angrier than him, and well...". He slowly stripped off his shirt, carelessly discarding the jacket that covered his bloody arm. Branded onn his chest was a symbol that Jupiter had hoped that he would never see again.
But there it was.
The Ω.
The son of Poseidon looked him in the eye.
"Let us begin."
PART I ENDS HERE
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART II
Part II will start sometime in mid-November.
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Also as a bonus, I have seen your requests and have decided to oblige you,
therefore
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That's a Wrap
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