CHAPTER I
He looked out and down into the world below, watching as storms miles long raged against the sky, dropping bolts of lightning that made the atomic bomb look like a firecracker and thunder boomed constantly. As the earth shook and crumbled and lava spouted in great plumes across the land. As the ocean churned and tsunamis towered into the sky and hurricanes danced along the entirety of it. He couldn't help the deep sigh that left him, it wasn't supposed to end like this. He turned around as the groaning behind him brought him back from his musings.
"Still alive? Good, I was hoping to make this as painful as possible, Zeus." The King of the Gods laid battered and bruised at the foot of his throne, or what was left of it.
"I should have smited you as soon as I knew you existed, you bastard!" He roared out, mustering a lightning bolt of pure godly power and heaving it at the man. He simply swatted it aside with the flat of his blade, watching with mild interest as the bolt opened up a hole the size of a football field in the roof of the throne room and debris rained down on them, 'oops' he thought, his eyes glowed a grass green, waving his hand lazily causing the stones to fly out the opening he was just looking out of instead of falling on him. As he stalked forward his eyes shifted back to their dark ocean green, resembling the raging sea below them. He called for a familiar sword, looking down at its colliding metals.
"You probably should have, Old man," he talked down to him, and planted the sword up and into the shoulder of the King, pinning him to his ruined throne. The thunder outside rose to a deafening degree as Zeus roared in pain. "That was for Luke you bitch," he whispered in the God of the Skies ear. He summoned a knife, and slammed it into his throat, satisfied with the ichor that sprayed out, "For Annabeth," he muttered out, tears forming in his eyes. Summoning a spear, he stabbed into the god's stomach, feeling as it sank through his body and into the throne behind him. "Thalia!" he roared, pouring his energy into it and shattering the stone causing an explosion to erupt and send him flying across the throne room, slamming into the opposite wall. He shook his head, and held his stomach, feeling as his broken ribs and spine hastily healed themselves and grinned half heartedly, it had been a while since he'd been hurt so physically, he almost missed it. Hoisting himself up he started the trek back to his last target, he pulled out his pen and took off its cap one last time watching as it grew into his trusty old sword 'Let's finish this together' he thought with a grim determination as he neared the crumpled form of the god in between the rubble of his throne.
"You… have no idea… what you have done," Zeus wheezed out, "without the Olympians.. without Gods this world will-" he erupted into a cough, spewing out ichor on himself and the floor. "You have.. doomed this world..no one… is left," his gaze weakly met the man towering above him, a dull electric blue met a storming green that showed nothing but disgust for the being below him. "So tell me, Perseus Jackson… are you satisfied, destroyer?" he whispered, closing his eyes in resignation.
Percy stood watching as the world tore itself apart. The headless body of the King of the gods lay behind him, 'it wasn't supposed to end like this' he thought to himself.
A/N: Ok ok before the pitch forks come out I'm so sorry that I'm horrible at updating, but this idea just came to me and I had to jot it down quickly, I promise to start updating my other stories quickly, plus this one! so please review and leave any critics or questions below :)