Sorry for the long wait! But I am back now. More on the reason I was gone at the bottom.
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Pg. 12 Purgatory: Chapter 9
Poseidon tossed the Kindle to an inattentive Percy.
The reason why Percy was being inattentive is that his thoughts are on the OFF switch. Why is that you ask? Why he was staring at his girlfriend. Also, he was falling asleep. With all of the factors counted for, the only reasonable conclusion met fruitful.
"OW!" yelled an irritated Percy, rubbing his head where the Kindle hit him.
Unknown to him, nearly every female in the room was drooling at the demigod as he unintentionally ruffled his already unkempt black hair.
"You should've been paying attention son," replied the demigod's father. "You never know when or where the next monster attack will come from."
"Yes indeed," chuckled BlackStar103 evilly. "You never know."
Everyone in the room gulped nervously.
Hazel blinked. Blinking is natural.
"Percy can you start reading?" asked Jason.
"You got it, dead guy," answered Percy, throwing a thumbs up at Jason.
Chapter 9: Prometheus Takes The Burden
"Percy?" Styx asked tentatively as she approached the sleeping figure, walking slowly to ensure no surprises would shock her friend once he awoke. "Percy? Are you awake?"
"I am now," Percy said, as he sat up, with a stretch and yawn. "What's up?" He queried, looking over to his companion, who looked uneasy at the thought of telling him what she had found out.
"Listen... You remember when you told me about your adventures back when you were living?"
"Yeah, why do you ask? Has someone been asking about me?" It was a regular thing, for monsters to try to make a name for themselves by defeating the most worthy Hero in their long, long memories. The thing about it that annoyed Percy, or was it the whisper in his head, was the fact that they were all so weak. "Tell me it's one that's better than the last. That Cyclops was annoying more than anything." He commented on his last fight.
"No... it's not that." Styx shook her head at his assumption. "It's the girl you told me about. Zara, was it?" Percy raised an eyebrow at her
"No, I don't know any Zara. Who do you mean?"
"You said she had Black hair and Black eyes? Speaks in old-fashioned English? From the sky adventure."
"You mean Zoe?"
"Yes! Zoe, that's it." Styx said, with a slight smile, before it faded again. "Zoe's... she's in Tartarus."
"What?!" Percy exclaimed, shooting to his feet. "How the hell is she here? She's meant to be in the sky!" Styx flinched back, and Percy forced himself to calm down. The goddess had seen his power more than anyone, and he didn't want to scare her any more than he already had. "Please explain, Styx."
"Yes, please explain father," spoke a glaring Artemis whose eyes are starring daggers at Zeus.
Zeus gulped, "We already explained it, honey."
"Don't call me that!"
"Yes Ma'am!"
"This is all just rumor, but I think that Zeus," Percy growled at the name. "I heard that Zeus refused to have her in his realm." Styx said, with a slight scowl marring her beautiful features at the thought of the 'King of the gods'.
"Fits his personality." Percy snarled before he focused back on the matter at hand. "Why haven't you told me about Zoe before?" He asked, slightly accusingly.
"I didn't know about her." Styx shrugged. "You did tell me that she was Artemis' Lieutenant. Are you surprised that she avoided detection for the time she's been in the pit?" Styx asked.
"No, I guess that makes sense," Percy said, nodding slowly at the thought. "But why has she been discovered now, if that's the case?" He felt very uneasy at the nervous expression Styx now had. "What is it?"
"It's... P-Perses found her and his forces overwhelmed her." Styx flinched back at the look of rage that appeared on Percy's face as he jumped to an unfortunate conclusion. The goddess backed away as he snarled and, as she opened her mouth to correct his assumption, watched the symbol of fire, representing one of his more recent additions to his arsenal, glow harshly, and Percy vanished in a swirl of darkness. "Oh dear..."
There was going to be chaos tonight in the Pit. That was a guarantee.
-()_()_()_()_()_()-
"I have explained already, Perses! It is moronic for you to throw so much away all for the demi-titan bitch!" Prometheus exclaimed, frustrated with his co-worker and his inability to think rationally."
"WHO YOU CALLING A BITCH," screamed a voice from heavens of the throne room.
Percy looked up from the Kindle. "What was that?"
No one answered him.
The jerks.
The Titan of forethought's frown's intensity was increased further by the maimed face it appeared on.
"If I want her, I'M GOING TO TAKE HER! And you cannot stop me, little man!" The Titan leaped to his feet, clenching his fists and raising them, ready to attack the tuxedoed man with the spiked knuckled gauntlets.
"Sit down, idiot," Prometheus said, irritated. "We haven't finished the meeting." He gritted his teeth before continuing. "And you know full well that Atlas has laid claim to the girl's virginity."
Artemis, including everyone who was present for the death of Zoe, scowled at the Kindle.
"Pfft. That weakling doesn't deserve such a tight cu- ARGH!" Perses exclaimed as his back caught fire; blistering and reddening instantaneously as the unimaginable heat spread. The unprepared man flailed, trying to pat out the fire on his own back as he ran about like a headless chicken. "AHH! AHH! FUCK! SHIT!"
"Moaned out the horny Titan," Aphrodite moaned out sexually.
The fire spread to encompass his entire being and he let out a very high pitched, very girly, scream that certainly did not suit the tall and broad Titan of destruction. Brown hair turned to ash as his bronze eyes watered, only for the tears to evaporate in milliseconds.
The door to the office in which the pair were meeting burst open from the other side, and a tall figure, that would have been far larger at his Titan height, dressed in back armor, with stars dotted across it, and a massive sword strapped across his back, charged recklessly into the office.
"What is it?! What's going o-" His eyes locked on the flaming figure of his son and he froze. Literally froze.
"Krios?" Prometheus asked worriedly. "Are you okay?" He turned his attention to the other Titan, intending to ask help and then ask what was wrong with his frozen father, only to find him in a very different condition to what he had been before.
Steam was rising off his now unclothed form, the material having burned away in the massively hot flames, while a blue blade was protruding from the Titan of Destruction's chest. Prometheus didn't quite recognize the blade, but it seemed to have an oriental design. Chinese, maybe?
Then, the blade melted before the Titan of Forethought's eyes and morphed into a wholly different style. The water flowed into the shape of a large sickle and hardened. The blue blade glinted slightly in the artificial light illuminating the office, before it slid back, slicing through the Titan's shoulder and leaving his body separated cleanly from the gaping wound. The look of pain and shock did not waver from Perses's face before he fell forward, hitting his knees and, with nary a whimper from the pain, disintegrated into the golden dust.
Frank stood up along with Clarisse and clapped wholeheartedly at the awesome battle sequence that they just heard Percy read from the Kindle. This is totally not a run-on-sentence.
Prometheus didn't get the chance to see who was on the other side before a dazzling light blinded him, and he heard a dull thud from the other living Titan in the room at present. The Forethought Titan turned to his uncle and was shocked to see that the elder Immortal was, still stock still, resembling a unicorn.
"I love unicorns," explained Leo, "they're extremely tasty."
Every Roman looked at Leo with shock and disdain.
Calypso whacked the back of Leo's head. "Shut up."
The hilt of a hunting knife was sticking out of the man's forehead, while the blade itself was embedded in his skull.
Krios didn't even blink before he burst, unceremoniously, into golden dust, and the pile settled on the floor. The intelligent Titan had just enough time to note that what appeared to be a limb made of darkness was sitting under the top layer of golden dust before he was yanked out of his seat by something wrapping around his neck, and a sharp pain stabbed through his shoulder.
Prometheus let out a pained cry, and tried to move, only to find himself stapled to the wall behind him by a golden hunting knife stuck through his right shoulder. He focused in front of himself, searching for the attacker, and caught a glimpse of gold protruding from his shoulder before a flash of black and green engulfed his vision, a sharp pain thumped through his head, and the world went black.
-()-
The well dressed Titan awoke, with a groan, to an unsettling sight.
He knew this place would come back to haunt him.
The blasted chamber.
"You're awake, then." A cold, quiet and carrying voice uttered, echoing through the rocky room. Prometheus spun his head, searching for the source, but was disappointed. "Behind you, snake."
The Titan of forethought spun, raising his fists in an exercise of futility; trying to defend himself should a blow be incoming. Seeing this, the Percy shrugged, and lashed out with his fist, socking Prometheus in the jaw and sending the tuxedo-wearing Titan to the floor in a heap.
"Are you still awake?"
The older man let out a groan yet again, and Percy nodded, walking over to the downed figure and grabbing him by the throat. The man weighed very little; given that he was far from a fighter, it shouldn't have been a surprise. The non-Titan focused on the abilities he stole from Pallas, and a bronze dagger appeared with a dull golden glow. Pushing Prometheus up against a wall of rock, Percy lined the knife up with his shoulder, and stapled him to the rock.
"AAH!" The Titan screamed as he felt the blade stab through his flesh, and the world spun before his eyes.
"Hey!" Percy slapped Prometheus across the face. "You don't get to sleep." He gripped the dagger and twisted it slightly, waking the man very effectively once more.
"Wh-Who are you?" The forethought Titan whimpered.
"You don't recognise me? Really?" The emerald-eyed man raised a brow. "I'll give you some help, then. We met at the battle of Manhattan. You were with a Empousei whore. And I defeated your boss, who apparently you've run back to like a good little mutt." He twisted the blade a little more.
"J-Jackson!" He cried, pained. "W-Why're you doing this?!"
"Cuz why not?" asked a deadpanned Percy.
Annabeth nudged her boyfriend. "You do realize you're talking to a book."
"Yup!"
"You were talking about raping my friend," Percy growled. "I'm doing this to convince you to tell me where she is!" The blade had twisted almost 180degrees by now.
"I- I don't know what you're talking about!" Prometheus exclaimed.
"Ah." His voice changed. Grew... sadistic. "I was hoping you would say that." The immortal grinned savagely, as his form altered severely. Shoulders narrowing slightly, cheeks gaunt, and eyes gaining an insane fire. His body was far skinnier than it had been before; previously it had been obviously muscular, though not bulky enough to remove Percy's advantage in speed. The new aspect was suited to combat; to his own erratic style. But he wasn't built for it. Not like Percy.
"Now, I get to have some fun!" He cackled, continuing from where Percy let off. The insane aspect tapped his chin. "Now... what should I use first?" Purgatory advanced on the pinned figure, and his grin grew further, just as the Titan paled.
-()()()-
"Cue the rough anal penetration," Aphrodite said dreamily, imagining doing the same thing to Ares when Story Time ended.
Ares shivered.
"...She's kept in the 3rd cell on the 4th level. There are half a dozen hellhounds patrolling that corridor to prevent any revolts against we Titans, who are controlled by the 3 Cyclopses that are down there too. Other than her, there are another 12 female demigods, and 24 males. The demigods were in Tartarus because they were especially evil in their previous lives, and their parents consented to them being properly punished. We captured Nightshade a week ago, she was attacking one of our details as they returned; she just said it was because she was a hunter and that was her calling. To get to her cell, you just need to go to the end of the corridor and take the lift down to that level. The only slight threat to you would be the goddess we've got down there... Bia!
"THAT TRAITOROUS BITCH!" yelled the king of the gods.
We didn't even recruit her, she just got sick of your uncle- Zeus! Zeus! Not your uncle, sorry! I'm so sorry, please don't let him out again! She's the one guarding Nightshade, sat outside her cell!"
Prometheus was frozen in a permanent cringe at this point, flinching away from the monster in front of him. Well; the Immortal that was half crazy, anyway. Percy smirked down at the figure, despite the slight queasiness he felt at the sheer number and severity of the wounds his other aspect had given on his first outing. Not that he had expected any less from his angrier half.
"Okay then, Prometheus." Percy began, with a bored tone. "Is Atlas still under the sky?"
"Yes..."
"And was what you said true? That he was going to 'take Zoe's virginity'?" The whimpering Titan nodded. "I assume forcefully?" Another nod. "Right..." Percy looked thoughtful briefly. "C'mon, we're going on a trip." He gripped the man's arm, focused on his immortal powers, and then the two disappeared in a black flash.
-(_)_(_)-
Atlas was growling almost constantly at this point. A mix of that and yelling at the top of his voice. Even now, he was cursing the damn Half-Blood that was responsible for his being imprisoned under his burden yet again. Jackson. When Atlas got out from under this, and he would very soon, he would make the son of Poseidon pay. Right after he taught his daughter the error of her ways.
Artemis growled in anger.
And he knew the perfect way to show Zoe just what happened when she betrayed her family. His other daughters would watch. They would see what he did, and then what happened to the leftovers once their father was done.
Although... Now that he thought about it, making Jackson watch, too, would hurt the boy greatly. The Titan was just glad that he could still get revenge on the bastard; everyone knew by now that the gods had condemned him to The Pit. And nobody aged in Tartarus.
Atlas let out a strained chuckle at the thought of getting his own back on the little shit.
Then his thoughts were interrupted.
"What the fuck?! Who are you?!" Atlas demanded as a black flash erupted in front of him, and he felt the presence of a pair of immortals suddenly in the area. Were these bastards here to torment him? Well fuck them. He'd get his own back against them too.
A relatively tall figure stumbled forward and fell to his knees in front of the Titan of Endurance, and Atlas was happy at the sight.
"Ah. Prometheus. You've finally come to fulfill your promise, then. I assume you have my virgin daughter?" He questioned, voice slightly less strained as he asked this. He was anticipating the fun he'd get to have when he escaped. "Well? What are you waiting for, weakling?!"
"Sorry, Atlas. I'm afraid that that method of travel takes it out of you the first time. He can't hear you." A deep voice commented to the burdened Titan.
"Who are you?!" Atlas barked at the man in front. "You aren't any Titan I recognize!"
"Well, I'll take that as a compliment." His voice was still rather impassive as he addressed the older immortal. "You, though, are the second person today who really should remember me, but apparently has forgotten," Percy commented, to his still unaware enemy.
"Whoever you are, just fucking take my burden! That's why you're here, isn't it?!" Atlas ordered, then demanded, of the mystery immortal.
"Nope. That's why he is here." The figure was still in the shadow of one of the walls, but Atlas got knew he was looking at the slumped figure of Prometheus.
"Him?! The snake?! Well, it's about time he was put to use! chuck 'im over here!" As the figure stepped into the light, Atlas' eyes narrowed. He knew this man from somewhere. But the Titan of Endurance shrugged the thoughts off for the time being, instead focusing on his imminent freedom.
Percy gripped the scruff of the smaller Immortal's neck, and simply tossed him toward the Titan of endurance. The limp figure thumped into the ground, and tumbled over and over, rolling underneath the sky.
"Good. Now cut my chains!" Atlas ordered.
"You haven't recognized me yet, have you, Titan?" The emerald-eyed man questioned as he focused his gaze on the imprisoned Titan.
"What does that matter?! I want to get out of here!"
"Oh, I've heard what you want to do once you get out of here, you insect." The Immortal snarled. Atlas focused his gaze on him, amused at the reaction, and spoke.
"What? Does it bother you that I'm going to rape the maiden bitch? If you want, I'll let you have her after; since you are helping me." The arrogant Titan grinned at the figure, only to let out a cry of pain seconds later. An unbelievable light flashed, incinerating his retina for a few seconds, and Atlas was briefly blind before the injury healed. "Bastard! I'll kill you for that!" The man had vanished, though. "Hey, where the fuck did you go, Coward!"
"You stupid mutt," Leo murmured to himself.
"Behind you."
And the Titan's world turned black, as a massive, Blooded-Obsidian blade sliced through his muscle-bound neck.
"BOOO," exclaimed Artemis and Thalia.
"Too quick. Not enough torture," explained Artemis as she noticed everyone looking at the maiden goddess and her first lieutenant weirdly.
"Distasteful," added Thalia.
-()()-()()-()()-()()-()()-()()-()()-()()-
Bia, the goddess of Force
"She's the Force?!," exclaimed Leo. "Like, Jedi and Sith Force?"
Calypso patted her boyfriend's head while murmuring in his ear, "Shh shh shh. It's ok. Have a cookie."
and raw energy, almost felt sorry for the girl in front of her.
Almost.
But, really, it was Nightshade's own fault. The silly bint
Percy snorted at the word.
had run away from the house of Kronos' right-hand man. Of course, it would end badly for her.
Kronos was a dick, but he was damn sure powerful.
Not to mention he wasn't such a disgusting adulterating, raping man-whore as his son turned out to be.
Everyone looked at Zeus.
"I'm not that bad," said the last born child of Kronos.
Everyone continued to stare at him.
Zeus pouted and slumped on his throne.
Bia shuddered as she remembered Zeus' most recent attempt to get into her pants.
Hera glared at her husband.
She really hated the disgusting man. However, this course of action was questionable to her. She'd already chosen her side, though. The gods wouldn't accept her back. And if she left the Titans, then she'd have both sides after her. She wasn't vain but knew for a fact that she was attractive. No way was she inviting a bunch of rapists, and that really was all they were, to attack her.
The girl, Zoe Nightshade, had been chained to the wall on the opposite wall to the cell door; naked as the day she was born. Bia could see the appeal. The girl was obviously athletic, but was far from overly muscular. An ample, but firm, chest. Smooth, unblemished legs. The lithe body would no doubt attract the attention of many a male, and more than a few female, immortals.
Artemis and currently present Hunters glared at the males along with Aphrodite, who merely shrugged.
How unfortunate that Atlas would be her first. The man was a pig; just as bad, if not worse than, Zeus and his whores of children.
Jason frowned at this.
Well, mostly whores.
Jason sighed with relief.
There were a few obvious exceptions. Chaos, did Bia feel sorry for their partners. Especially Hera. The woman had to put up with constant infidelity, but would never do the same in return. The queen of the gods was obviously loyal, and entirely obeyed the ridiculous marriage vows that Zeus had put forth at their wedding. Seriously, who makes it a clause that 'Polygamy is forbidden (but nothing else)'. The goddess knew that the queen only stayed with the bastard 'cause he'd have a hissy fit and start blowing things up. Hera was kind enough not to want needless mortals to die. Unlike the majority of the idiotic council.
"Thank you!" shouted Hera, reminding herself to catch up with Bia once all of this finished.
Bia sighed, and shook her head. She was getting herself wound up again. And so she went back to Nightshade watching. Far more interesting than anything else around here.
The goddess was still in that position when a barely audible breeze announced the arrival of another immortal.
"I'm going to have to ask you to move, goddess." He spoke clearly and loud enough to easily be heard. For the first time since she was chained, Zoe Nightshade's head snapped up. She knew that voice. One of the last she had ever heard before she died. Far deeper now, of course, but she still recognized it. The demi-titan had heard rumours of Percy being in the Pit. Never anything more than hearsay, though. She'd failed to find him in all her years, and the ex-lieutenant had assumed her 'sources' were wrong. After all, why would the greatest Hero be in Tartarus?
He must've been betrayed, too.
"And you are?" Bia questioned, wondering who had disturbed her.
"Percy Jackson." He said, calm voice contrasting largely against the woman's shocked expression at his revealed identity. How was he here?
"How are you here?" Bia questioned, as she summoned her symbol of power. The small silver spear soon
Percy temporarily paused as he mentally reread that last part. Alakazam?
arrived in her hand, and she readied herself for a fight, hoping that the rumours she had heard of Jackson growing stronger had been just that. A rumour. Either way, she would have to end this as quickly as possible.
"I came down the elevator over there." He lazily gestured behind him, and continued. "Had to go through a couple of Titans, too, but it was easy enough." The goddess paled.
"Then you're here for me now, I presume." She raised the spear and prepared to charge.
"That depends on if you've hurt Zoe." He pointedly didn't look at the ebony-haired girl in question, and Zoe became confused, and a little upset, at the avoidance.
"Not at all... though I did undress her. Prometheus wisely did not trust any of the males with that role." Percy fought down the thoughts that came hand in hand with that mental picture. Of the beautiful goddess undressing the gorgeous demi-titan. This was not the time for that. He instead focused on the matter at hand.
Annabeth clenched her fists while the ceiling of the throne room temporarily blushed red.
"And why are you here? Last I checked you were one of Zeus' guards."
"Ugh." Bia got a disgusted look and continued. "Yes, I was. But I couldn't stand being around such a pig any longer."
"Fair enough." Percy nodded his agreement. "So are you going to move?"
"I cannot," Bia stated. "I have already betrayed one faction. If I do so with this one, too, I will be hunted by both sides. I have to keep Nightshade here." She spoke with conviction, though not enthusiasm.
"That makes sense." Percy sighed. "I'll make it quick then. Don't worry you'll come back soon enough." He gave the goddess a sad smile, and vanished in a blur of speed. The emerald-eyed man appeared in front of the goddess, with his hand extended, a Xiphos held easily. With a quick cut, Riptide finished the goddess off, just as she lashed out with the spear in hand. Said spear caught Percy in the stomach, and he felt an impact much greater than it should have been pierce through his body.
"Ugh. Forgot the whole force and energy thing." He gasped out, clutching a newly created hole in his stomach that bled profusely. "Hmm. Still red, then." His blood didn't have the customary gold color, but instead remained the crimson of a human's. Yet he was immortal. "Guess it just shows I'm different." He muttered, as he conjured a large square of ambrosia and ate it quickly, washing it down with some nectar, and feeling it begin to work on his injury. He was neither god nor Titan; it made sense that their blood was not his. Or at least stop the blood flow, anyway. The hole heals quick enough anyway.
Bending down, he scooped up his newest symbol. "Fuck... a bow."
-()-()-()-
Zoe Nightshade had watched the previous scene with a mixture of emotions. Shock; at seeing her only male friend here somehow. Relief; an irrational sense that it would be okay now that the Hero had arrived. Fear; he had jumped into a fight with a goddess she didn't want Perseus to die. Awe; the man had moved so quickly. Relief; she saw him win. Sadness; that the goddess had strayed to the side of the Titans, and that she had to be put down. Then fear once more; Percy had a gaping hole in his stomach, that had appeared very much fatal.
Now, the demi-titan felt worried. Percy was facing in the opposite direction, refusing to look at her. Had she done something to upset him? Did he not remember her? These, of course, were irrational fears, but she had them all the same, and so it was with nervousness that no-one would expect from the former hunter that she began to speak.
"Perseus?" She asked, tentatively. She decided to go with the direct approach and simply ask what was wrong.
"Y-Yeah?" The man responded, voice wavering a little as he did.
"Why dost thou refuse to look at me?" Had he been looking, he would have seen a genuinely hurt expression on her face. "Have I done something to anger thee?"
"What? No! No, you didn't do anything to upset me. It's just... well..."
"What is it?"
"You're naked, Zoe."
Aphrodite and Ares discretely visioned the image.
"What?!" She yelped, realizing that she had, in fact, forgotten her unclothed state as she watched the fight. Now, she was very aware of her nudity. Unfortunately, there was really very little she could do about it. "I cannot alter my state of dress before thou unchaineth me, Perseus!" She yelled at him, aggravated.
"How do you want me to do that?! I assume you want to preserve your modesty!" He responded in kind.
"Just- Just close your eyes and I will guide thee!"
"Fine! Eyes closed!" Percy turned around and began walking into the cell.
Bonk!
Thalia laughed.
"Zoe..." Percy growled. "...Helping me avoid banging my head would be helpful." He wasn't happy with the slight giggle she gave at her favourite source of entertainment; males being hurt and/or humiliated. But Percy was glad that she seemed not too affected by the small trauma she'd have suffered so far. Obviously she hadn't been hurt much. The bastards had been saving her for her father.
"There. Now cut upwards, and you'll get the chain." She watched his first attempt. "No, a little to the right. A little more. There!" She looked around her cell and noticed a flaw in their plan. "Perseus?"
"Yeah?"
"I have no clothes to wear."
"Oh... right. Here you go." Riptide resealed itself, and Percy removed the shirt he had been wearing, which, of course, was far baggier on Zoe than it had been on him.
"Thank you. Now where are we going?"
"We? So you're coming with me, then?"
"Of course. It is best to have allies, after all. Especially in the Pit."
"Right." Percy grinned at the Onyx haired girl. "Here, take my arm." Zoe gripped Percy's upper arm, and they vanished in his customary black flash.
-(_)(_)-
"Percy?" He heard Styx call out, as was meditating.
"Yes?" He called back, and the river goddess came around the side of the house to find him.
"Ah. There you are." She said, smiling sadly at him. Percy stood up and spoke concernedly. Styx couldn't help but notice the aura he gave off now. After the years in Tartarus, Percy was strong. Unbelievably so. And Styx had to say it was an improvement.
"Are you okay, Styx? You look sad." Percy asked, in a caring tone rarely used in the Pit. The goddess sighed.
"I'm fine, yes. But there's been a 'World War'." She said, with air quotes around World War.
"What do you mean 'World War'?"
"The gods. They, honestly quite wisely, realized that the overpopulation was becoming a major threat to life, and began nudging people in the right direction." She shook her silky dark hair. "This time it was mortals that did the vast majority of the fighting, though. Not the children of the big three."
All of the demigods/titan/Lester glared daggers at the Olympians.
"You fucking didn't," snarled Clarrise.
"...And you have to go back to the underworld." He smiled sadly back. "How long?"
"At least a century. Maybe more. The death toll was... horrific." Her eyes watered slightly at some unknown fact, and Percy frowned. The wars of Humans often took the lives of far too many innocents. Styx likely was thinking of the children that lost their lives. How they could do such things, Percy did not know. Death, he was familiar with. Humans killed each other; always have, always will. But children. That he could not condone. He shook the thoughts from his head before he got too furious, and responded.
"I'll miss you, Styx." He sighed as he ran a hand through messy hair. "I think... I don't know what exactly. But something big is going to happen by then." He grinned at the goddess. "I reckon I'll escape around then. Or something like that anyway. Then, we can hang out in the real world." He didn't notice the shock on his friend's face, nor the blush that rose as she over-thought the meaning behind that sentence.
Annabeth's fists turned pale white as she continued to clench them tightly.
"Zoe's in the coma I put her in now... I'm starting to get really sick of this place, and Purgatory wants to play around with the beasties. I think I'll go into 'hibernation' for quite some time." His grin turned back to the sad smile and he continued. "Hopefully we'll see each other soon."
Styx nodded back and the two gave brief goodbyes. Goodbyes were never drawn out between immortals, after all. Why would they; it was guaranteed that they'd see each other again.
Percy watched sadly as Styx vanished into her waters, and turned to the plains of Tartarus.
"Okay, then, Purgatory. Have fun." He relinquished control, allowing the 'driving seat' to go to the psychotic alter ego, and felt the tickle of changes occur.
"HA! Time to hunt!" Purgatory cackled, as he uncapped the familiar pen, before taking off at a dead sprint across the rocky ground of the Pit. "This is going to be FUN!"
So... Where do I begin? A lot of things have happened.
I got sick. Not COVID or anything, but I did need to go to countless clinics and hospitals as the doctors tried to figure out what was wrong with me. I ended up missing a lot of days from work. I was losing money fast because of it and ended up behind bills. My apartment rent is $1,010 a month not including water/electricity/gas. Luckily (ironic really) thanks to COVID, lots of things got waivered. I didn't have to pay the money right at the moment, which helped a lot. Started getting better and ended up working again. I still miss a few days due to problems but not as much as before. I'm not entirely out of it tho. I'm still behind on rent, but since I am paying, they're still letting me live here. My car's AC unit broke, which was hell since I live in a desert. Missed re-registration for my car, but luckily since the DMV is hella backed up, registration has also been waivered until December.
I turned 21 two weeks ago so now I'm a legally legal adult.
Since I was missing a lot of work, people started babbling nonsense about me to management, so I'm still in hot waters right now.
As I said before, I'm still behind on several payments. Eventually, if everything goes well, I would be able to pay it off, but honestly, I don't like where I'm working. It pays the bills, but it isn't what I want to do. I have a passion for writing, animating, editing, and gaming. If I had the chance to do this full time, I would. I've already experimented on some things with my personal YouTube channel (nothing amazing or noteworthy as I'm simply experimenting with several different formats) as well began learning basic coding (since my dream job has always been videogame design/creation.
Other stories are in the works, but they won't be released anytime soon since I prefer if they were already completed or at least finished with the first arc. These are major stories, by the way, well over 100 chapters. But due to stress from work and having to pay the bills even if I feel ill is really taking its toll.
I have big ideas that I truly wish could come true, but micromanaging everything would be the end of me.
So I'll leave this to you. The thought of creating my own has been poking in my head for a while now, but honestly, who has heard of a fanfic writer having a ? But the idea is still there, so if you would like more chapters more often as well as other content that I have planned on different social platforms, Review or PM me saying that I should make a . I'm not asking for anything crazy, $5 tops a month. Having the extra cash would help ease my worries about bills and whatnot. Plus, that way I would have more interactions with my readers.
Just a thought. Anyways, as always!
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