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.

The Demon Rites

It was not Sally's day. She was just told by Artemis that her child was in fact well and living. Just not on Earth.

Hell.

She couldn't comprehend why it was her son of all that were taken, but the grieving mother swiped everything off the kitchen countertop in her small apartment and cried, the piping rattling. But at the same time, it had made sense.

It was only obvious that someone had tipped off the demons of a powerful legacy in their midst, especially a extremely powerful grandson of Poseidon himself. But why not take a fully-fledged demigod? Like the daughter of Zeus she had heard of a while back, who stood against an entire army of monsters only to fall a Hero, saving her family. She sounded powerful enough as it was.

Or why not nab her at birth? A powerful and rare daughter of Poseidon could've been an infamous prize at least!

A knocking sound from the apartment door caught Sally's attention. She washed her face with a splash of tap water and willed it to dry before traveling to the front door and opening it up.

A figure stood there, draped in a black robe. A pair of beady red eyes glared at Sally shaking her to the core with fear.

She slammed the door shut and dived backwards, old camp training springing back into her. She pulled out a bronze ball-point pen and uncapped it, causing the pen to elongate into a leaf shaped, 3 foot long bronze sword. The door came flying off its hinges and flew towards the demigoddess, who hit the deck.

"Sally Jackson, you have been sentenced to death. For betraying Olympus." The figure grinned under the hood maliciously, and the mother jumped to her feet.

"And who is the one making the accusation?" Sally asked as the figure stalked down the hall. The only way out for Sally was to go through her son's room and the window.

"Me." The figure raised its hand and a blast of flames shot out. She dived to her right and into her son's bedroom, and ran for the window.

Sally slammed through the glass, and flew over the railings of the fire exit.

"Nowhere to run but death, Sally. Don't worry, its going to be very painful – just for you!" The figure's voice drew nearer and Sally began to panic and looked down. Quite a few stories, with a low chance of surviving. And staying there the chances were even lower. She wasn't sure what was going to kill her: her slipping grip or the psychopathic immortal in her son's bedroom.

The daughter of Poseidon hooked her bronze sword around one of the metal bars lining the stairwell and used it to swing herself down to the fire escape level below.

"Run demigod, run. Run all you like; I'll still end you. This is the end of the Olympian's reign." The figure mocked from above as Sally ran down the fire escape. A massive blast of energy split the entire escape in two down the middle, leaving a sizzling gap on all floors of the apartment building below Sally's apartment. She didn't stop however, and jumped the remaining storey and landed in a large dumpster. Picking herself out of the dumpster, the demigoddess ran as fast as she could. She didn't know where, but anywhere was better than her current home.

Sally couldn't recall how far she had run. But she eventually stopped and crouched down, catching her breath. She was in the middle of central park, conveniently close to a water source.

Using her ability of hydrokinesis, the daughter of Poseidon manipulated the water source to heat up into mist and used her bronze sword to reflect the sunlight into the mist to create a rainbow.

Reaching deep into her pocket, she pulled out a golden coin and tossed it into the rainbow. "Oh Iris, goddess of the Rainbow, please accept my offering. Show me Chiron, Camp Half-Blood."

An image shimmered into existence before Sally in the mist, and the infamous Centaur and Trainer of Heroes was there talking to a young blonde girl.

"Chiron!" Sally called out, surprising the aging Centaur. He turned to see Sally through the Iris Message, and smiled warmly.

"Sally. What brings you to message me?" He inquired, clearly intrigued by her meaning of contacting him.

"I was attacked by a rouge god. I need to come back, Chiron. But I need more help than what you know of." Sally explained quickly, and Chiron put the young girl down.

"Annabeth, please go and join Luke." The aging centaur said to the girl and she nodded and ran out, her blond hair bobbing like that of a princess'. "What is this help you require, Sally?"

"Its Percy. I think I have an idea to where he is. But I cannot imagine of going there without the help of Camp." She said, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Where are you?" He asked.

"Central Park, I'll start my way to Camp immediately." Sally answered quickly, about to swipe through the mist.

"I'll come and get you, Sally. Just hold there." Chiron said, turning slightly to pick up a long bow and quiver along with a bronze cavalry sword of 6 feet.

The air began to thicken around Sally, and the temperature dropped quickly, despite the warm summer's day. She dropped her hand to her pocket and pulled out a bronze ball-point pen.

"They're here." Sally squeaked, and Chiron turned, eyes widened.

"Who, Sally. Who!?" He asked hastily.

"Hell." Was her simple reply and the message was cut off. With that, the centaur bolted through the door and turned to a pudgy man sitting in the porch wearing leopard print shorts and shirt while drinking a can of diet coke.

"TELL OLYMPUS THAT HELL HAS RISEN!" Chiron bellowed before dashing off to the borders of Camp Half-Blood, almost trampling a poor camper to death as he barrelled through the magical border manifested by the enormous, White House-sized pine tree and out onto the open road, where the ancient centaur dashed as fast as he could, the scenery around him a blur.

Some time later he had appeared at the scene, only to see a massacre. The scent of death filled the air and blood and guts caked the trees and grass like human bodies had simply exploded. Sally was unconscious in the midst of it, caked in layers of blood.

He picked her up and heard a deep growl from the shadows as he put her onto his back. Quicker than lightning, Chiron had grabbed his bow, pulled an arrow from his quiver, aimed and fired at the source of the noise, which ended with a wolfish yelp.

The Centaur galloped back to Camp and to the infirmary, only to see three figures standing there.

A number of Apollo campers rushed out and took Sally off of Chiron and brought her into the infirmary. The tallest man had dark, raven black hair and a pair of bright sea green eyes like Sally's own eyes; he wore a pair of khaki Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt along with a pair of leather sandals and a fishing cap decorated with fishing lures.

The shorter man, now known as Dionysus, was the same man Chiron had yelled to before he had left to run to Sally's aid. He was the same as before, looking a lot like a Cherub while wearing a tiger-striped Hawaiian shirt (Is this turning into a trend among the gods now?) and purple running shoes.

The woman was slightly shorter than the two males, but she looked capable of holding her own against either of them, her dark and stormy grey eyes calculating and assessing everything in her sight as her dark coloured hair curled over her shoulders and down her back. An elegant white dress was draped over her shoulders and flowed down her body, promptly meeting her forearms and mid-calf in length.

A flash occurred behind Chiron and a twelve year old girl with auburn hair and deep silver eyes wearing a silver hunting uniform had appeared next to a eighteen year old male with sky blue eyes and hair so blonde it looked almost golden and wearing Vans, blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt.

"Lord Poseidon, Lord Dionysus, Lady Athena, Lady Artemis and Lord Apollo. " Chiron bowed his head as he said their names in a formal greeting, as if each of them were above him and a lot more powerful than that of he.

Poseidon raised his hand in a motion, and Chiron lifted his head.

"What happened to her, brother?" Poseidon addressed Chiron, who froze up, glaring at Poseidon as if he had just majorly offended him.

"Never speak of that Poseidon, please." The ancient centaur barely contained himself as he spoke, surprising Poseidon slightly at Chiron's sudden hostility.

"I apologise, Chiron. But what happened to my daughter?" Poseidon asked once again and Chiron sighed deeply.

"I do not know, my lord. But Sally Iris Messaged me and told me that she had just been attacked by a traitor to Olympus, preferably a god. And then she told me something that you should only hear from her before she told me that there were demons there and that was the end of it, the message was cut off. I arrived to the area caked in blood, Sally too. It was as if many bodies had simply exploded." Chiron explained.

Athena's eyes widened at this. "Hell are taking up arms? I thought they were locked away deep below the Earth, even below Tartarus and Chaos itself." She wondered, and Artemis met her sister's eyes.

"I have met with Perseus Jackson, Sally's son. Well, whom I believe to be him anyway. Sally knows, since she was the first I've told. Anyway, at a month, he went missing, correct?" Artemis said, and Poseidon nodded.

"What does this have to do with Hell?" Athena cut across, causing Poseidon and Artemis to glare at her.

"At one month I believe that Percy was abducted by the demons and taken to Hell, where he and numerous others had undergone vigorous training to become ultimate warriors. It makes sense after the mass disappearances that have occurred over the past five years before Percy's abduction, over one and a half thousand children world-wide abducted on the night that they turn a month old." Artemis explained, and Athena's mouth formed an 'O'.

"Now that makes perfect sense. But if this is correct, we need to extract the boy from Hell, one way or another. We must act now, especially where the weapons of the Big Three are all missing." Athena said.

"Aye." Chiron nodded. "Annabeth Chase, Charles Beckendorf and Selina Beaugaurd are on a quest to retrieve the three weapons we believe are over towards the West Coast. Maybe we could ask of them to drop off at Hades' palace in the Underworld and ask if there is any disturbances." Chiron suggested.

"No." Poseidon said. "I will go and converse with my brother. Athena, I would appreciate if you accompany me due to you possibly having more knowledge of Hell and such than that of I since I do not waste life constantly reading."

Athena glared at him. "At least I value something as important as knowledge and not be a complete kelp head and believe that a brawl is the answer to everything." Athena countered.

"Here we go again..." Apollo rolled his eyes in the background, adding his tone of sarcasm into the fray that would possibly turn into a possible physical fight between the God of the Seas and Goddess of Wisdom.

Both Olympians turned to Apollo and snarled "Shut it Sunny." Artemis rolled her eyes as Apollo huffed and even Dionysus took a few steps back.

"Bird Brain." Poseidon shot back at Athena as they turned to face each other, both of their eyes gleaming with hatred.

"Barnacle Beard." Athena countered with.

"What is with all this alliteration?" Apollo asked abruptly, and Artemis kicked him in the shin.

"Make yourself useful and go into the infirmary and help out." The Huntress snapped at her younger brother, who huffed and mumbled a few jokes about Artemis. She heard a period joke and summoned her bow before pulling the string back and shooting Apollo in the back side with an arrow.

The Moon Goddess turned her attention to the arguing Olympians. "Now the two of you will travel to the Underworld to seek an audience with Hades. I will bring my Hunters to camp and we will remain here for a few weeks, it that is alright with you Chiron."

The ancient Centaur nodded his head. "Very well, milady. I will inform the campers shortly of your expected arrival."

The three gods flashed out, and Artemis had travelled to her tent. Perseus Jackson had been on her mind since she encountered him. She had no clue why, but it bothered her. Really bothered her. Artemis summoned a cloud of mist to appear before her, and pulled a golden drachma out from a pocket on her hunting parka. She flipped the coin in, and said "O' Iris, please show me Perseus Jackson, location – Hell."

A voice echoed from the mist as a faint figure shimmered into existence. The screen was black, but when the image cleared slightly she saw Percy standing over numerous dead bodies, a make-ship stone sword in his hand. Blood dripped from the boys chin as he looked around wildly, his dark sea green eyes that had shone with hope and love when Artemis had first encountered him were darkened to an almost-black colour, and it actually frightened the goddess. He was the daughter of Sally Jackson alright, the sheer amount of power rolling off of him was even felt by the Elder Archer Twin through a simple Iris Message.

"Perseus...?" She questioned meekly, refusing to believe that the innocent boy she had met beforehand had so quickly succumbed to this – a low life murderer who truly belonged in Hell.

Somehow, her voice had reached the boy even though he was in the darkest pits of Hell, and his eyes lightened to their old sea green mirth. Percy looked down, and threw the stone sword to the ground in disgust. Horror was clearly shown in his eyes as he stumbled backwards. "Artemis?" His voice was faint to Artemis, like an echo, but it still seemed to ring on forever in her mind.

The legacy of Poseidon had spat out a large wad of blood and saliva, before turning to run away.

"BOY! I SMELL YOU!" A even more distant voice echoed from afar. The voice was powerful, the shear weight of the words almost caused Artemis drop to her knees.

With that, the boy ran away and some commotion was heard outside of the tent. Swiftly, Artemis swiped through the mist and leant on the small cabinet she kept in her enchanted abode. The goddess' lieutenant, Zoë Nightshade, entered the tent. She resembled a stereotypical Persian Princess, with the luxurious, silky black hair and dark, volcanic eyes that would burn like a coal in a furnace when she was angered. A silver circlet was on top of her head, symbolising her status as Artemis' second-in-command.

"Milady, art everything of norm?" Zoë asked her mistress, bowing her head slightly as she spoke.

One thing Artemis needed to teach her lieutenant: modern-day English. The goddess made a quick mental note of it.

"Yes, everything is fine Zoë." Artemis said, cocking her head at her lieutenant, curious as to why she had asked such a question. "Why wouldn't it be?" Other than just seeing someone she deemed able to save from becoming a truly despicable male succumbing to a cold-blooded murderer who deserved his fate in the deepest pit of Hell.

"Thou eyes art red, as though thee had shed tears." Zoë stated, her volcanic eyes widened slightly towards the bridge of her nose, showing worry. In her past many millennia within the Hunter's ranks, she had only ever seen Artemis cry when a huntress had died, or when one goes astray and Artemis is forced to commit a formal execution. Those were the worst times in the Hunt.

"Oh, nothing to worry yourself with, Zoë . Apollo poked me in the eye as he was pratting around as usual." Artemis waved off her lieutenant's concern. "What is it you seek anyway, my Lieutenant? I know you have come to ask me of something important."

"My apologies, Milady. The Hunt art ready to relocate as thou requested earlier. Give us thy order and we will oblige." Zoë spoke quickly, taking note of Artemis' excuse. It was not like Apollo to harm his sister at all, even if it was just poking her in the eye, since he would be currently down from his sun chariot to continuously apologise to his sister until she shoots him. Even then, she would be angry, not sad. But the huntress knew better than to question her mistress – she would be informed if it was truly necessary. She just hoped that it would not affect Artemis' state of mind, and result in something extremely painful for both Artemis and her Hunters.

The Demon Rites

Percy was currently running. His mind flicked back to when h sensed that strange presence as he heard the thunderous roar from above. He had a suspicion as to who it was, but hoped and prayed that it wasn't Satan or Cain. But in truth, he had no idea who it was due all life forms in the Ninth Circle being unaccounted for. Well, other than Satan and his lieutenant Cain, along with any other Knights of Hell.

The halls he ran down kept their ruggedness from the caves he had previously trekked down, however the texture of the walls seemed to grow more smooth and level, as if he was entering a building of some kind. The darkness still had a toll on Percy's vision, but a minor, bluish glow gave the legacy the minimal amount of visibility. Through the worn soles of his shoes, Percy could feel the surface he was running on start to level out equally, but he still felt as if he was running down a slope.

A deep echo rumbled throughout the never-ending corridor, along with a soft pitter-patter of the rubber soles from Percy's shoes against the stone floor. The deep echo... Something was following the twelve-year-old, and he really didn't want to find out. Wherever it was a lone goblin or a raging beast banished to the pit (Hell, Percy wouldn't even want to meet a new-born child down in the Ninth Circle. Who knew what it would be capable of?).

An anomaly in the flooring caused Percy to stumble and fall flat on his face, and then him rolling down the slope. Hopefully there wasn't a spike pit at the bottom, waiting for him.

All of a sudden, he felt weightless. Images passed through is train of thought. Some of them were of the silver-eyed girl he had met on Earth; his actual proper conversation with someone that he had enjoyed. Another of a young woman with dark brown hair and bright, sea green eyes looking down at him as he was laying in some form of cradle, a wide grin spread across her lips showing her pearly white teeth. Another sequence of images flashed through his mind: a city of gold and marble, braziers alit with flames giving the city a beautiful glow; Hell, the very places he had been raised burning down to the ground, and two masses of armies colliding.

Percy collided with a flat surface. A steady floor. Unmoving. Swiftly, he stood and shook off the dizziness that clouded his mind. Percy opened his eyes, and had to cover them. The halls he was now in were lit. Not at the best of its capability, but enough so Percy could make out a geometric-mosaic-like design spread across the walls and how small cauldrons, torches or braziers were alight with dull, dark blue flames. The corridor wasn't too long, a chamber at the other end of it. The chamber screamed evil, but something was drawing the Legacy of Poseidon towards it. It was his goal.

A deep clattering could be heard from behind Percy, and the boy turned. There, barrelling down the slope, came an enormous skeleton. It seemed to be around thirteen feet tall, and was a dark grey in colour. Each of the bones appeared to be held together by sinew and rotten flesh. Black mould formed around the teeth, and the creature's eye sockets were supposed to be hollow, but instead had glowing blue orbs in them, giving off an eerie glow. Around the creature's chest was where torn pieces of fabric draped, and in the centre of the un-dead beast's chest is where a black, beating heart seemed to lurk, dripping blood and a black substance that resembled tar.

"Oh..." Percy intelligibly mumbled to himself, reaching for his sword. But it wasn't there. Hadn't it occurred to him that it would've been useful? Apparently not.

The skeleton smashed its hand into Percy, who was knocked flying backwards. He seemed to have gained a few hundred metres on the creature, thankfully. He went to stand up, and a sudden pain rocketed through his left leg. He looked down at it, and almost gagged at the sight of the leg bone protruding through the skin and the thin leggings he wore, blood seeping through the wound and down his leg.

Okay, he was officially screwed now.

The skeleton-monster let out a thunderous roar and ran at Percy, shredding the ornaments as it came. The hall was quickly darkening, and a cold presence was slowly creeping up on the Legacy of Poseidon. He had to carry on. Ripping off the hem of his shirt, the boy tightly wrapped it around his upper thigh to slow down the blood loss.

SMACK!

Just as he tied the knot on the strip of fabric, he was kicked in the side, and a sickening crunch filled the air. Percy screamed out in pain as he landed once again, a few hundred metres ahead. The cathedral wasn't too far now, he was around half-way there. But he couldn't move as he lay on the ground, wheezing and choking, the feeling of blood filling his lungs. A sharp, stabbing pain erupted on his right side with every breath the boy took. He wouldn't survive another blow like that.

Alas, the skeleton was again running at the boy. Something wet landed on Percy. Water, he thought. Something told him to concentrate, he knew not who or how. The boy bit on his tongue and closed his eyes, concentrating on any water source around him.

BOOM!

A torrent of water erupted from all around Percy, encasing him in a protective layer as the skeleton drew closer. He was sent hurtling through the air once again, and landed in a small puddle of water. Slowly, the pain began to weaken in both his leg and side. Looking back, Percy stood up and ran as quick as he could (which was more of a limp). His chest exploded in pain once again, but he ignored it and pressed on. He was punched directly in the back, and Percy shot forwards, crashing through two tall, dense doors. He had made it!

Groaning, Percy weakly stood up and looked around. The cathedral was in ruins, only a few walls still standing, the rest being inside of the actual cave sides or overgrown by stalagmites. Behind him, the skeleton was running once again, but also seemed to have a slight limp. Acting quickly, Percy ran up to one of the doors and began pushing it shut slowly. His chest and leg exploded in pain from the effort. The doors were both insanely heavy, but Percy had them closed in a nick of time, satisfied when he heard a loud click, signifying that the doors were locked.

The room was dimly lit, but in the centre of the room was an enormous sword driven deep into a set of stone. Slowly, Percy walked up to the sword.

"Hold me..." That voice! It was the same one that had guided Percy through the Trials of the Ninth so far! Was it... This sword?

Unsure, Percy wrapped both of his nimble hands around the hilt of the sword and pulled up...

The Demon Rites

Yo! So, this took a bit longer to complete than expected. None the less, it's a 5K chapter. A decent size in my standards.

Anyway (Christ, I say that word too much), sorry about the insane delay. My art exam popped up and it was 10 hours of torture. Adding to this, I got decent grades in my most recent examinations (like an A (1 mark from A*, which is the highest in GCSE standards) in English Literature), which led to me getting the Division: Sleeper Agent Edition (trust me, it is one kick-arse game). Not to mention more revision upon revision as my final exams build up along with college applications.

I was going to release this chapter tomorrow, but I decided to stay up all night and complete it. I'm running off Rockstar and Red Bull currently, so yeah. I'm bouncing off the walls.

So, once again, objects are welcome to be thrown, except rotten eggs and tomatoes since they make the most mess.

As for the next chapter... Well, it WILL come, I guarantee that. But it shouldn't be until the end of April at the earliest. And from then on, no more updates until July because my exams kick in May, all the way through to the start of July.

I could also list every other reason why updates are slow, but I don't want to bore everyone (and they are insanely personal, like I said in A/Ns in the previous two chapters.

Alas, please leave a review! They are fun to read (in my opinion), along with some other stories in the fandom (has anyone noticed that a number of stories have been introduced to the PJO category since A Demon's Wrath has been out?).

Until next time (And yes, the chapter will (hopefully) be action packed and LONG, if you guys so much as wish)!

~The Prince of Souls

*UPDATE: 2nd April*: A few minor errors have been fixed.

P.S: Whose seen Deadpool or Batman v Superman? Deadpool is awesome if you haven't yet seen it!

P.S.S: Uh, is anyone interested in beta-ing for me? Just to comb through me work from time to time, since I have a real bad habit of just clicking spell check and leaving it, not noticing any errors in spelling. If any errors do point out in U.K English (grammar, mispelled words etc.), please to tell me so I can fix these. Thanks, and a good night to all of you'se!