I just realized, technically, there are already demi-Titans. Hecate is a Titan.
Faraway Dragon
Erebrian Fields, Erebus
Percy
"Errmm... great," Percy said. "And how do you suppose you're going to do that?" He asked the floating lights. They tilted their heads questioningly. "Er... I mean... no offense, but... you're sentient light-bulbs." Percy was pretty proud of his Annabeth-level vocabulary.
"LIGHT?" More high-pitched laughing echoed eerily. "The light you see is the life you hold. We are the guide to darkness, the first taste, the breathless. We take away life and add it to our own."
Percy glanced at his companions and gulped. "Err... sorry?"
The three lights hissed in disgust. As they glided closer, Percy could see them more clearly. Their face was something between a Sphinx, a snake, and a pterodactyl, with its feminine face with razor-sharp teeth and forked tongue, a horn protruding from the back of their heads, and green scales crawling down their neck, as well as a lion-like mane dotting the edges of their faces.
All in all, very gruesome.
"Right, so this whole 'killing thing', can we do that later? We have something important to do, so..." Leo asked.
"So you would reschedule your death for a more convenient time?" the middle pterodactyl-lady asked.
"I think not." The left pterodactyl-lady chimed in.
"Why wouldn't every mortal who walked the earth die, then?" the third one questioned. "If they were able to schedule their demise." Percy watched them carefully. He could see their sharp, obsidian-like claws, and their long, serpentine body trailing into a hooked, scorpion stinger. Their upper bodies were like a lion, except upright, except with pterodactyl wings.
"Who are you, anyways?" Harry asked, trying to stall. They all tilt their heads in unison at him.
"We... were goddesses. Long forgotten, long buried, long perished. This is what happens to all, even the most immortal fall, the strongest perish, the bravest forgotten. Our hatred, bitterness, anger, desire for vengeance kept us here, while others passed on, faded, disappeared." All of them hissed, their claws poised to attack.
"Rigghhhht," Percy answered. Behind him, Percy could sense Harry stirring.
"But the main point is, how would you defeat us? Your immortality, your power is gone," Annabeth asked.
"Ohhh... we do not have to kill you. We shall simply be gone, and watch, as you will be stranded in the middle of darkness." The left demoness unhooked her claws. "Or, if you prefer, we could do this much quicker."
Percy hefted his blade. "Sure," he said, trying to sound confident. He wasn't sure how strong they'd be.
"Oooooooohhhh... This one has fight in him," the right demoness observed. "I like it. So childish. So foolish."
"Really?" Thalia lifted her spear too. The others got ready to draw their own weapons.
"Ha!" The first lady let out a peal of shrill laughter. "Even death cannot overcome us, and I would welcome it sooo dearly. After a millennia, this becomes very old."
"So you're immortal?" Percy asked, his confidence now sunk rock-bottom.
"No. To survive we must feed, and feed, is something we can't control. The beasts of this desert, of this field are no match for me. For us," the middle one finished. Behind her, the other two hissed in a chorus.
"But you seem much in control of yourselves now," Annabeth inquired.
"May it seem." The first demoness licked her lips.
"Brace yourselves," Jason warned. His golden sword flashed off of the demoness' light.
Suddenly, all three demonesses twitched. Then, the middle one sneered. "Fine. If he wants to meet you personally, then I suppose I can't stop it. But be warned, demigods, you shall meet your fate, your end, someday."
"Who?" Percy asked. They all smiled, as if amused by his foolish question.
"Not Erebus. That's all you need to know." With that, all three of them disappeared.
