Sorry this isn't a chapter, but I usually promise to never do these. Like freaking ever. But shit has hit the fan literally in my personal life, and it has affected me severely. So much I cannot describe it.
In case you guys didn't know, I made a deal with myself to never write in my current state (the mess that happened in A Demon's Wrath is proof of that, guys), which is a part of the reason for this long break since January. I do have the chapter half-complete, but juggling my life at this moment in time is hard as fuck to put it lightly.
I also have a one-shot in the writing, and was intended for V-Day, but got delayed. After this, I will put a small extract from it on here and I'll complete it now and release it (like the soppy bastard I am) ASAP, which will be a few weeks minimum or I just leave it for the following year. And then a small segment from chapter 7 of The Demon Rites.
So, as I said before guys, my personal life is a constant tale of shit that never ends. Anyway, as a sorry (eggs are welcome, tomatoes and potatoes can fuck off), you guys can enjoy these small parts of the one shot and chapter. I hope you guys enjoy them!
With deep apologies,
Soul Rebirth
Oh, and drop a review please with your responses.
The Demon Writes chapter 7: An Ungodly Weapon (segment)
It was dark. So, so dark...
Percy could barely see his hand in front of his face as the group of candidates collected themselves after their steep descent.
"Come, Perseus. I await my Champion." A whisper echoed in the air. This time, however, everyone heard it.
"What the bloody Hell was that?" A boy asked, turning to Percy.
"You've been plotting to make us fail? You're the Champion of Darkness?"
"What are you going on about?" Percy asked, backing away from the accusing voices.
"The voice, idiot!" - Beth
"It warned all of us of a traitor among our ranks getting everyone killed!" - Maximus
"Why would that be me?!" Percy argued.
"We have our proof. Now, you pay the price traitor." A deep voice came from behind Percy, and he turned around as the area they were in lit up with deep blue flames.
Everyone had their weapons aimed at the twelve year old, and he growled in anger.
"So this is how it is going to be..." He mumbled, closing his eyes. As he reopened them, they were pitch black. "Then lets dance."
Before anyone could react, Percy drew his sword and sliced upwards, splitting the boy behind him in half. Blood spewed everywhere, and he marvelled at the sight of the blood.
He wanted to see more. Taste it. Bathe in it.
The Demon Rites
Chiron stared sombrely upon the cabin councillors as they sat around the ping pong table.
"We need to be smart, not use excessive force!" a young blonde girl with stormy grey eyes shot at a dark haired, stocky girl who was slightly younger than the blonde.
"Annabeth, Clarisse, enough." Chiron spoke up.
It was a horrid day for all demigods, a three-way war brewing. All of the Big Three had their weapons stolen, and all three are launching the blame at one another. This caused a rift in Olympus, some siding with Poseidon, a minimum went to Hades while the rest remained either with Zeus or neutral in this matter.
"Annabeth has been chosen to lead a quest to retrieve all three weapons, and put a stop to whatever threat is causing Olympus to be torn apart." The centaur said, turning to the young blonde. "So who will you take, Annabeth? You leave tomorrow at latest."
The small girl looked nervously amongst the demigods. Luke was there, smiling at her weakly. He should be one of them. But there was a nagging in the back of her mind screaming NO. It left her really confused.
Luke was on her side, right? So why was she being screamed at by her instincts? These questioned flew though her mind at incredible speeds as she turned and looked at the other councillors.
Clarisse may have been good at fighting, but she was known for disliking orders. Something that may jeopardise the entire quest. Her own brother Malcom may be a good idea, but the two butted heads quite often. Selina from the Aphrodite cabin. She was very powerful for a child of a love goddess, once convincing a boy called Charles Beckendorf to build her a TONNE of jewellery. Not that he cared until he was the centre of bullying by his entire cabin. Both were really nice to her. And thinking of it, Selina would be in her debt after completing this quest. This was because another daughter of Aphrodite, Drew Tanaka, often stood up against Selina, often trying to take her role as cabin leader.
It was settled, but she was not quite sure. It felt so wrong, not taking Luke with her on her first ever quest, even when he had a tonne of experience on quests, even taking on Ladon (which was the cause of the scar that marred his face). And even more so that Thalia Grace, the daughter of Zeus who died saving Annabeth when she first arrived at camp at seven.
But that tragedy had affected Luke more, the two knowing each over well and being best friends along with a seven year old Annabeth at the time as well.
The young daughter of Athena turned to look back at Chiron, and stated the two she believed that she should complete the quest with. "I would appreciate that both Selina and Charles join me." She said hesitantly, her eyes glancing over to Luke and mouthing "sorry" to the son of Hermes.
He just looked away from her, he's eyes full of betrayal. Anger was all Luke felt at this present moment due to the 'ultimate betrayal' in his eyes.
Annabeth quickly looked away, a stinging sensation filling the back of her eyes. "Meeting dismissed. Selina, Charles and Annabeth, return tomorrow morning at sun rise to leave on your quest." Chiron announced, and all of the cabin councillors stood and left the ping pong table and went to their cabins for the time being until the dinner horn was sounded.
Luke pulled Annabeth aside as they left.
"Why...?" He snapped, his eyes burning darkly.
"I... I just think that it is a wise decision." Annabeth said meekly. She was scared of the sixteen year old before her.
"WISE?" Luke hissed, his hand gripping her wrist tightly. "I fought Ladon and survived! I think I more than qualify to be on this quest!"
"I'm sor-" Annabeth was cut off by Luke's right hand clutching her throat.
"Don't you dare say that Annabeth. I thought we were family. But you broke it." The son of Hermes released the choking daughter of Athena on the ground and left, walking over to his cabin as Annabeth cried until her cabin mates came and found her to take her back to the cabin.
The following morning, the trio left at sunrise as an angry Luke watched from afar.
LINE BREAK!
Here is a little piece from the V-Day One-shot (I need help with a title, so please help!) It's barely the start, but it's a fair amount:
There was a lot of pain. So, so much pain.
The Arai were awful creatures. Constantly coming at them as the pair of them trekked through the deepest pit known in existence: Tartarus. Not even Thanatos fancied going down there, yet here they are.
Many thoughts were swirling through his mind at this moment in time. What had driven him to not toss his girlfriend, Annabeth, up to Nico and go down there alone? Why did he allow himself to put her through this torment of both body and mind?
None of this was clear to Percy, none of it at all.
Alas, he leant on her as they trekked through the land of evil. It felt wrong, that he was the weak one in this matter. She remained strong, however.
Percy tried to shift his weight to walk on his own, but he tumbled down. A wide gash opened up on his left hand as he made contact with the jagged surface the couple walked across. This caused him to cry out in pain. Annabeth knelt down and tore off some of Percy's shirt and wrapped it around the wound. She helped her boyfriend stand and they continued their trek to wherever the Doors of Death were located.
More Arai had just attacked. Annabeth was almost blinded by a curse set by them, and Percy is plagued by numerous illusions. While they still leant on each other, Percy saw Annabeth run ahead before turning to him and telling him to end his life, or jump into the River Phlegethon head first with her. He actually felt tempted to go through with it on a few occasions, but (thankfully) never did in the end.
Many more images played through his mind as they progressed, until they came across a bottomless chasm. Annabeth had almost gone in if it was not for Percy. A weeping woman was a few hundred feet away from them, and Percy cautiously led Annabeth over to her.
The woman faced the two, her eyes blacker than night and her face weathered and haggard. She spoke Percy's full name out in a long, drawn out way as if it was poison to her lips. The name echoed throughout Tartarus, alerting all monsters and immortals alike of her audience being a vulnerable Son of Poseidon and Daughter of Athena.
She was Alkhys, the primordial goddess of Misery and could also manipulate a strange energy known as the 'Death Mist'. She spoke in a broken voice that can only be gained by constant sobbing, and they asked for the Death Mist to be given to them so they may leave Tartarus without having to face the enormous army of monsters that would surround the Doors of Death.
She gave it to them. But at the same time, she attempted to kill the pair of demigods. This drove him into a blind rage.
It awakened something Annabeth had never seen with Percy: a killer's intention. He had raised his right hand and used the Death Mist to choke the Primordial. She stumbled backwards and into the pit, screaming at the top of her lungs. A flash of satisfaction swept across his eyes, causing Annabeth to blink a few times.
She refused to believe what she had just seen. Her boyfriend's current mental state was being torn apart by the Pit. Not even she knew how long it would take until he would finally break and go completely insane.
The Primordial goddess of the Night soon turned up. She was not happy at all with Alkhys' plummet to her most definite demise. Nyx attempted to smite Percy but the couple jumped down into Chaos and landed on a small ledge which seemed to be an entrance to a dungeon, Percy forced Annabeth to close her eyes as they entered, and she could hear him gag with what he saw.
Annabeth had opened her eyes stupidly and looked around. Percy saw, and covered them up as she began to shudder. Those were some images that would last her a life time.
They had escaped. Finally. The sunlight out the House of Hades Necropolis almost blinded both Annabeth and Percy.
Back there, Percy had faced Tartarus. He was pretty much unmoving since that moment. But they were free none the less.
Nico di Angelo, a Son of Hades, spoke briefly with Percy after Annabeth explained to him that it was useless getting through to Percy. Nico had also been shut out after a few words, meaning that he was just the shell of what he once was.
LINE BREAK!
Since I'm feeling generous, I have two stories being planned. All of What Remains (Avengers/PJO crossover) and The Fallen God.
Here is a small segment from the Fallen God:
A bit of blood never really hurts. It just smells bad and whenever you see it covering yourself, you will always enter a panic mode.
This was what Apollo felt as he woke up in Central Park.
The previous day's memories came crawling back to him like he was suffering a major hangover. The Giant War has ended, and now his father, Zeus, thought it would be a good idea to give him a punishment for telling Octavian to follow the path of his choice.
Hera, however, got away with it. Literally, she just glared at Apollo as he brought it up as he received his punishment.
What was this punishment, you might be wondering? Well, how do you punish any Immortal? You take away their immortality and chuck them in the city with the highest rate for people wanting him dead.
This hit list stretches from fellow Immortals to regular mortals (and no, maintenance money was something he wasn't going to pay for obvious reasons). And yes, monsters were included in this list. Most likely a handful of his children as well for their crappy birthday gifts.
The ex-immortal stood up and looked himself over. He was in converse, jeans and a t-shirt. Good for August, rubbish for anything else. Not to mention he was caked in a sticky, red substance that smelt like a mixture of magnesium and iron burning in acid.
Blood. Not nice - like, at all.
Apollo looked around, and could hear distant car horns honking. A hiss however, caught his ears.
He outstretched his arm and attempted to summon his bow, but nothing happened. He tried again for the same results.
He was so screwed.
Quickly thinking of his twin sister's hunting skills, he clambered up the nearest tree and hid in the mass of tangling branches as a Slytherin Dracaene slithered through the trees and stopped underneath him.
As brash as Apollo loved to be, he wasn't stupid enough to jump down and grapple with the monster.
LINE BREAK!
I hope you guys enjoyed these three segments. Jeez, those were slightly larger than I expected. But anyway, leave your thoughts for the One Shot and Fallen God in the reviews. For more details on my Avengers/PJO crossover, check my profile.
Anyway, please drop a review and enjoy your night! Hope you guys all got a red envelope on the 14th of February!
~The Prince of Souls
