Chapter II

He stared blankly at the low flame he had conjured in the center of the throne room. Hestia wasn't one of the many he purged, but the more he took, the less hope there was. As more and more mortals died by the millions and immortals by the handful, the less life remained in her. Until finally he felt her fade when he had won against Zeus. Another death on his hands he hadn't intended for. And so the hearth of hope stood unlit, until he filled it with his own. Two hours ago it blazed furiously, beautifully, as he cast Zeus' corpse into it to dispose of it once and for all. But the more he stood around watching the flame, and watching the world in a primal chaos tearing itself apart, the lower it got. Now the fire barely reached a foot into the air, the low light casting shadows across the throne room, making the rubble and shattered thrones seem like they were alive and moving. 'The works done' he thought to himself, but why did he feel like he was missing something? Why did it feel like he couldn't pull the world out of its death throes and start it anew?

"Because you can't, little godling." came a whisper from three beings speaking as one, materializing almost like they bent the very light itself to form their corporeal shapes. The weavers of Fate appeared.

"Moirai," came the growled reply from Perseus as he slowly stood up, drawing out Riptide and uncapping it. "There's no place for Fate anymore you old hags," he said, pointing his sword at them. The three weavers didn't react as the flames that were on the verge of dying suddenly burst into a roaring inferno illuminating Perseus' shadow ominously.

"Ah but that is where you are mistaken, Godslayer," Clotho stated.

"Fate is not bound by material planes or constructs, as long as there is life in the universe then so will there be Fate to dictate that life," Lachesis added.

"For all the power you bolster, for all the domains you hold, you were born nothing but a mortal, Perseus Jackson. It does not fall to you to create life, but only to end it. And my, have you certainly used that ability." Atropos purred out.

"It is not your fate to return this world to its former glory, but to venture on to a new destiny." The Weaver, the Measurer, and the Cutter all spoke as one. "Come, Worldbreaker, it has been eons since we have tested one as we shall test you." they continued, light emitting from their bodies to a point that even with his godly sight he had to look away. When it had died down, Perseus felt something he hadn't felt since taking his father, apprehension at an upcoming battle. Standing at 15 feet tall were the Moirai themselves, combined as one divine woman with six arms. Two shields on the lower arms, a massive spear in the middle pair, and two swords on the top most ones. As he summoned his armor, he felt a grin splitting his face, the apprehension was gone and replaced with anticipation. Riptide shifted into a Pentadent that hummed with the collected power of an entire pantheon. Each piece of his armor set was forged from the soul of a God he had taken, their domains personified as a symbol of power through the armor.

"BRING IT O-," he didn't even have time to finish his sentence as the Moirai immediately charged and bashed him with their shields sending him flying out through the hole in the roof of the throne room, his war cry turning into a confused yell. He slammed into the raging sea below and settled on top of a cab floating underwater. He rubbed his jaw, snapping it back into place. Now Percy had been hit hard in his life, hard enough to make it seem like he didn't even have the curse of achilles and was being used as a trampoline by a mountain, But by the STYX that hurt. His helmet, Hades' very own Helm of Darkness, was severely dented so he took it off and let it sink into the murky deep that 34th street now was. Holding out his hand, he felt his symbol of power form again. Adjusting to the tingling feeling it always gave him when he held it, he stabilized himself on the cabs roof and shot upwards, barely paying attention to the muffled thud of the car hitting the cement ocean floor. He exploded onto the surface and immediately spotted her, she was floating a couple of meters up above him, almost lazily. Wait were those wings? He barely had time to register that thought as she sent an arc of energy from said wings towards him forcing him to dodge back under the waves. Trying not to lose momentum, he flung himself upwards once more, concentrating the water under his feet to spring him out and create a swirling column of seawater that carried him into the air. He felt a slight tug in his stomach as he called a storm to form overhead and batter the Moirai with lightning and encircled his column in a hurricane. With a shared roar the two beings met in the middle of the air and clashed for dominance.

The world shook as a Godslayer and Fate battled the last battle that the world would see. The Moirai was on the defensive, as Perseus had shattered the bones in one of its shield arms and completely cut off one of the ones holding the massive spear, making holding the weapon more taxing than anything else. Percy went barreling past as the Moirai swiftly flipped out of the way of his lunge, though they seemed to be evenly matched so far, fate was much more agile in the air with those damned wings. He switched his grip on Riptide without missing a beat, and flung it upwards, connecting with the tip of her left wing and completely unbalancing her. He grinned but it was immediately wiped off his face by a sharp punch that caused him to lose focus on his vortex and slammed him on to the top of a skyscraper. "Forgot about that free arm, dammit," he muttered to himself. The Moirai landed gracefully on the roof a few meters away from him. "I'm getting tired of you hitting my face, lady." he chuckled with a groan, spitting out some blood and resetting his jaw. Again.

"We expected more, Worldbreaker. Come show us what brought the Pantheon to its knees." The Moirai responded, shedding off its wings. Percy sighed.

"No ones ever impressed the first time." he quipped back. His eyes shone a furious sea green as he called on the power he had stolen and slammed Riptide into the concrete roof. He roared as he unleashed the power of the sea in full. Pontus, Oceanus and Poseidon, Tethys, Amphitrite, Triton, even Delphin had been taken by him. The Oceans were his to command, and command them he did. He felt the waves explode around him as they breached against the Skyscrapers rail, thunder rolled overhead as lightning rained on their stone battlefield relentlessly. He lunged forward with the strength and speed of innumerable gods. His Pentadent glowed with power as he sweeped the Moirai off its feet in one fluid motion and thrusted downwards, catching her two remaining right arms and pinning them to the floor. The screech that followed left his ears ringing as she ripped herself from the ground, but her arms stayed where they were and withered into black dust. Still recovering from the concussion grenade that was her yell, Percy barely had time to dodge out of the way of her sword and smacked her shield aside with the butt end of his weapon as he back stepped. They stood there for only 10 seconds, but those seconds seemed like hours as they measured out their breaths.

The Moirai lunged first this time, feinting a slash from the left and trying to uppercut him with her shield. Percy read through this though and pressed his advance, meeting the punch with the tip of Riptide causing her arm to recoil from the pressure, it was only a moment, but it was a moments difference that he needed as her guard failed her and he swung his pentadent around, letting the momentum from the clash bring him into a deadly arc that stabbed into the torso of the Moirai from its defenseless right side, feeling as the impact shattered his left arm. He slowly hauled her into the air, his roar of rage mixing with her scream of anguish creating a melancholy death song. He finished by unceremoniously dumping her body on the ground as it laid there dying.

He fell to a knee as his battered armor slowly dissipated in golden light, the only thing keeping him from falling was his pentadent as he gripped it with one arm and cradled the crushed bones of his other to his chest

"Perseus Jackson, Godslayer, Worldbreaker. Son of Sally and Poseidon. You have proven yourself worthy, what would you ask?" a voice stated, making the very air around him vibrate, sounding as if it was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. A million voices speaking in unison, even in languages he couldn't recognize. He looked to his right at the corpse of the Moirai, watching as it disintegrated to black dust and swirled towards him, enclasping three fingers on his left hand with three distinct rings, the spoils of Fate. Tears fell openly from his face.

"I want to see my mother, I want to see Thalia and Annabeth. Bring them back… please," he whispered into the wind.

A/N: Aaaand cut! that's a wrap for chapter 2. It was my first time writing a fight scene so it may need a bit of work but hope yall enjoyed and stay tuned for a next chapter soon. Remember, leave a review and always feel free to ask questions :)