2 dark-haired people sat upon a throne, furiously making out. Like, REALLY trading spit. After a couple minutes of them continuing their activities, they broke apart.
"You need to go look after your children. They're almost ready." The girl said.
The boy leaned back and sighed. "Alright my star." He got up, placed a kiss on the girl's forehead, then left the room.
This left the girl alone in the Throne room to sit on her husband's throne. Technically, she should be sitting on her throne, which was right next to his; it was tradition. But the couple didn't give two fucks about tradition. She sat on his throne all the time. Hell, she would sit on his lap if he was already there.
This got her thinking about their nightly activities. The ones that ended up with Hell being repopulated with demons. 'Wow, my old mistress would not approve of our actions.' She thought.
But hey, according to her old mistress' father, she wasn't to be trusted.
Oh, yeah. She'd show him that she was to be trusted. After all, you don't become the Queen of Hell by backstabbing people.
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"Percy Jackson! You are hereby sentenced to Tartarus for your crimes!" Zeus declared.
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"Oh, we're gonna have fun with you." Lilith said.
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"Let's not be too hasty." Alastair said.
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"Zoë?"
"Percy?"
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"Dadwy? Are you okay?" A voice brought Percy out of his thoughts of his past. The voice belonged to one of Percy's youngest daughters, Mila, who was 3.
"Yea, yea. I'm fine. How was your day?"
"It was great! Me and Leah watched Maxim work!" The 3 year old said, notably more excited.
"You did, did you?" Percy said with a giant smile on his face.
"Yeah! I can't wait to give the mean men what they deserve!" She said, slamming her fist into her palm, as if she chose rock in Rock, Paper, Scissors.
Percy chuckled. "And you will. You'll be the best."
The little girl ran off, again leaving Percy to his thoughts and planning. The day he and his beloved had been waiting for was approaching, and it was time to get serious.
Percy's thoughts were once again interrupted, but this time by Alastor, one of Percy's generals. Though in Hell, titles meant nothing. He was called and appointed as a general, but he hardly ever did anything with it. He was more of a police officer.
In addition, Alastor was one of three remaining remnants of the old Hell. One of the others was Charlie, the old princess of Hell, who was also a new princess, as she was adopted by Percy. She, Vaggie and Alastor were the only ones allowed to live, mostly because they had the same ideals as Percy when it came to how to run Hell.
Before, it was like a giant city, the only retribution was if you were unlucky and got killed during the cleansing. Now, it is torture for big sins, such as rape, or murder. But small things, such as robbing a gas station, or vandalism, got you into the reform center, which was called the Hazbin Hotel.
Unlike Charlie's father before, Percy embraced rehabilitating a demon. In fact, it was encouraged for the sinners who committed not so bad sins. Charlie ran it, along with her girlfriend, Vaggie, and Alastor, who just helped.
Angel Dust would've survived, but he made the mistake of flirting with Zoë, which he was warned against, twice.
"Are we ready to go?" Alastor asked.
"Yea, let's go, it's time for some justice." Percy said.
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"Lets see if you're gonna make a sound today, shall we?" Alastair said, brandishing a rusty razor.
He cut into Percy's chest, wrists, arms, legs, and even neck, but Percy didn't make a single peep.
Out of boredom, he dropped the razor on the ground and went back to his tray of tools. This gave Percy enough time to snap the chains that were holding him suspended in the air. He picked up the rusty razor that was at his feet.
At the sound of snapping metal, Alastair turned around, only to get stabbed in the chest with his own razor. It wasn't enough to kill him, as he had missed a vital organ, so Alastair stumbled back. Percy looked at the tray of weapons and felt his face redden in anger.
Right there in the middle, was his trusty blade, Riptide. He picked up the pen and uncapped it. Alastair's eyes widened when he saw Percy wielding the legendary blade. He backed up to the corner of the room.
"Let's not be too hasty." Alastair said.
He stopped talking a minute later. Probably because his head was now on the ground while his body was still standing up.
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The doors to Olympus throne room doors swung open at the speed of sound. The sonic boom alerted all the gods in the room to the intruder. Or, intruders. 3 people walked in a triangular formation.
The one in the lead was a tall, lean male with black hair and sea- green eyes, that also had a blood red iris. He was dressed in a nice blue button up shirt and black suit jacket, paired with black dress pants and shoes. Unknown to the gods, black demonic steel armor was worn underneath. He wore a sheathed sword at his waist, though it wasn't Riptide. He had his hands in his pockets, a neutral expression on his face, though if one looked close enough, they could see amusement. This was the king of Hell himself, Percy Jackson.
On his right, left to the gods, was a tall, though shorter than Percy, woman. She wore a red and black modest dress. She also wore the iconic Silver huntress parka, though it was unzipped. With it a pair of silver hunting boots. She had onyx eyes and black hair. She had a quiver on her back, though her bow was concealed as a ring in her ring finger, which was also her wedding ring. She too wore a sheathed sword at her waist. With it, a belt filled with hunting and throwing knives. This was Riptide. Just like her husband, she wore armor under her dress. She had her hands at her sides. She wore an amused smile on her face. This was the Queen of Hell, Zoë Jackson.
On his left, right to the gods, was a tall man. He had pale skin, red hair that had deer ears coming out of it that were black. He wore a red and white striped suit with a black bowtie. He wore reddish-brown pants with red and black shoes. He wore a red tinted monocle. He held an old-ass microphone in one hand, while both hands were behind his back. He sported a huge smile on his face. This was Alastor.
Just the pure confidence in the trio put the Olympians on edge. Zeus and Athena sweatdropped as they were the ones behind his banishment. They made the deal with Lucifer to get rid of him, they were the ones to doom him to Tartarus. Unknown to them, he didn't go to Tartarus, he went to worse. And he now rules what was once his prison.
Nevertheless, Zeus mustered up the courage to speak up. "Ah, Perseus, how was your quest?"
Percy looked unimpressed. "So that's what you told everyone? That I was on a quest?"
"What do you mean Percy?" Poseidon asked.
"I wasn't on a quest. I was in Tartarus. Or, not really, I was more in Hell."
The council gasped. Artemis raised her hand. "Is that-"
"Zoë? Yes." Percy said.
"What is she doing out of the sky?" Artemis asked.
"Ask your father." Zoë said bitterly.
Artemis looked at Zeus. He didn't say anything and avoided his daughter's gaze. "Father?" She said slowly.
Since Zeus wasn't going to answer, Percy answered. "Zeus ripped her from the sky, and threw her into Tartarus."
Artemis jerked her head to her father. "YOU DID WHAT?!" She screeched.
Before Zeus could respond, Percy once again spoke up. "Of course, he wasn't alone. Though she was more involved in my case, rather than My Star's, but still."
"Who was it?" Aphrodite asked, eager to hear more gossip. She interrupted Artemis, who was about to ask about the "My Star" comment.
"Who else, other than Athena?" He said, scoffing lightly.
The entire council hall was quiet. Suddenly, right beside Percy, a glowing ring appeared in the air, showing Hell as if it was an image. Suddenly, out of the portal came a familiar 3 year old. Mila.
She jumped into her father's arms, who hugged her close to his chest. "Hey Mila, I have to get rid of a bad man real quick, can you stand by your mother?" He whispered into her ear. She nodded and jumped out of Percy's arms, just to run into Zoë's.
'All right, this is gonna end one of two ways. 1, Zeus admits to crimes against the ancient laws, or 2, he fades, never to be seen again." Percy said.
Zeus laughed. "As if a demigod could beat me."
Percy smirked slightly, but said nothing. He drew his sword and waited for Zeus to charge him. Luckily, Zeus did exactly that. He drew his master bolt and swung it like a sword.
It wasn't even close. Zeus was so bad due to not practicing, that it was laughable. Within 2 minutes, Percy had Zeus on the floor, laying down at the foot of his throne. Mila ran to her father. But in doing so, Percy got distracted, letting Zeus grab his master bolt and blast Mila.
When the dust cleared, all that was there was a pile of ash. Shock and hate burned in Percy's eyes as he turned to Zeus. "You're not going to fade, you're gonna burn in HELL for that." Percy said, emphasizing the hell.
Percy turned to Zoë, who nodded. She turned to Alastor who nodded. He brought his hand out and pulled it towards his body. This resulted in Athena being jerked off her throne and kneeling at the feet of Zoë, who pulled out a hunting knife, and stabbed Athena in the heart. The goddess faded in and out of existence before disappearing completely, her throne crumbling into sand.
Zeus' eyes widened. Percy's face grew a cold, evil smile. "You take our daughter, we take yours."
Percy slowly walked to Zeus, who tried backing up, but forgot he was already leaning against his throne. When Percy got near the king, he kicked away the bolt. It skidded across the marble floor and landed at the foot of the hearth. Percy crouched down and grabbed Zeus's chin, forcing him to look at Percy.
Percy reached his free hand up Zeus's chest, before plunging his hand into it. He felt around for a couple seconds, before his face lit up. All the while, Zeus was screaming in pain. Instantaneously, Percy pulled out his hand, and in it, was a golden, beating heart.
Percy took a look at it, and then at Zeus. "You always were a heartless bastard."
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The funeral was a somber occasion. Flowers surrounded the urn that the family had placed above their fireplace. Mila had been killed by a mean man, which was ironic, because she wanted to torture those people.
Percy had won, but at what cost?