Lord Raider of the Forces of the Dark
Hi guys! This is MalumBlade with my 3rd fanfiction. There will be lots killing and BLOOD. Don't worry, your favorite characters will die. (Evil cackle)
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN PJO OR HOO
Percy's POV:
I sat at the edge of a cliff, looking down at the beach. I thought of all the good deeds I have done. I brought back Zeus's lightning bolt, I got the Golden Fleece and saved Camp, I saved Annabeth, I found out what Kronos was doing, I saved Olympus, I went to Camp Jupiter and united the two Camps, I fell into Tartarus to save my girlfriend and opened the Doors of Death. I have done too much for the gods. Now that I am 20 years old, not foolish, not hopeful, I realized that the gods never gave me anything back for what I have done. Zeus, my dad, Athena, Hermes, never said a simple "thank you" or "you rock". The gods never awarded me, gave me a hug, or give me a pat on the back. "The gods don't deserve me." I murmured, tracing my hand across the pile of dirty rocks. I laid down on the ground and put my ear against the ground. Suddenly, the ground began to shake. I jumped and quickly swirled around, Riptide in hand. A figure came out of the ground, it was Erebus, the god of darkness. "The gods don't deserve you you say?," Erebus started. I nodded nervously scared if he came to kill me. "I don't think they deserve you either." I nodded again looking like the president bobble heads from Washington D.C. "Percy, you are a good person, fighter, and thinker, why don't you join the army of Tartarus?," Erebus came closer to me and rest his dark hand on my shoulder. "You will be treated with respect and you will be the army leader." This offer was too good to turn down. Besides, no one at Camp wanted to see me, maybe I would be better off this way. Erebus held out his thick, rough hand for me to shake. "Deal." I said shaking the rock like hand. Erebus cackled and everything disappeared in the darkness.
At Tartarus
I screamed in pain and I spun around and around in circle in midair. It felt like my skin was ripping off and my eyes were popping out. All I could hear was the crazy laughter of Erebus. Finally, we stopped and I found myself in Tartarus. The big sharp rocks stood on either side of us and bubbles of reforming monsters were bulging from the ground. "Welcome to Tartarus, Percy." a deep voice echoed. The voice didn't belong to Erebus and definitely not Hades. "Master Tartarus." Erebus bowed. I followed Erebus and awkwardly bent down. "Erebus , bring Percy to the ROOM." Tartarus commanded with emphasis on the word room. Erebus got up with his bent position and marched farther into the pit, Tartarus.
The Room
We stopped at a dark dark cave, darker than Erebus himself. It was the place of Nyx. "Oh Lady Nyx!," Erebus called. "Percy is here to see you!" After a few minutes of silence another voice called back to Erebus "Bring the boy in."
Short chapter but I promise that the next will be longer. This chapter is probably the most "clean" one of all. So if you can't handle death, blood, and intensive description on gross stuff, DON'T READ ON!