Nobody knew how long they had been driving for, but it was silent for most of the way. Percy and Grover had both recovered and both sat either side of a rather annoyed Thalia. She wasn't annoyed at Grover – if anything, she loved the little goat-boy for being loyal to a fault. He had collapsed due to, what Grover claimed to be, the overwhelming presence of the lost god Pan – the god that all Satyrs endlessly worshipped.

Thalia was mad at Percy. Not directly, but still him. She hated that she knew about Percy, and the people he used to live with. They had... mutilated those people and crafted them into monsters. And these monsters were worse than the ones that traditionally hid under your bed.

These were the kind that ate your friends and family and made you watch, before eating you too. And killed puppies. Because there's nothing worse than a puppy killer. They were too innocent and cute to kill. Everyone knew that... Well, maybe not Percy, considering he spent pretty much his entire life down in Hell.

"No, no, no, no, NO! Thou useless piece of rubbish!" Zoë shouted angrily, hitting the steering wheel of the car over and over as the jeep suddenly let out a loud grumble and choking noise – sort of like a very deep and loud burp. They began to slow down until they finally rolled to a stop, and Zoë simply put the car back into neutral and put the handbrake on, before storming out of the jeep, severely angry.

The rest of the quest climbed out of the car after her, sighing in annoyance at the fact that they would have to travel by foot. Strapping his sword back to his back and pulling the fur coat tighter round his body, he followed after the four others.

It didn't take long, but the cold sense of dread soon began to wash back over Percy, and his eyes went wide like a dear caught in a headlight. "They're already nearby." Percy announced to the rest of the group, and they all shared a sense of terror. They would not be able to defeat a group of beasts like that, especially with someone Percy fears after them. All they knew was that his name was Alistair – nothing more.

Well, and the fact that he claims to have created the very monsters that chased them.

Percy looked in the distance behind them. There were a few very distant shadowy figures, the remaining demonic creations following close behind the group that they see or forming a flank. Percy hoped that it was neither of those factors – much like the rest of his acquainted quest-mates.

"We need to run for it." Grover said, throwing his crutches to the floor and starting to run, none of the others willing to say otherwise as they all followed suite. Grover, thanks to his goat legs, was obviously the fasted. The massive sword on Percy's back, however, was hindering him to keep up with the others. Thalia slowed down so he could keep up with her, but she knew that at their current pace they would be overrun shortly.

Luck seemed to with the quest group for once, however. Ahead of them, appeared to be a junkyard of sorts. Bronze constructions gleamed and stood tall, as if they were warding off unwanted visitors. This most likely included Percy and the others. They slowed down slightly, knowing that they would have to outsmart the demon horde, as outrunning them would be useless.

Zoë knew exactly where they were. "We need to be careful here, we are in the Junkyard of the Gods – a lot of things are most likely traps so be careful."

The rest of the group agreed and decided to stick together as they explored the bronze jungle of deadly machinery. Hephaestus obviously was very unpleased with many of his different contraptions, as could be told by the vast machinery that was laid out over the area. They soon found themselves at the bottom of what appeared to be a large bronze foot. Like, something that would belong on a Godzilla or King Kong sized monster.

Climbing on top of it, Zoë looked down the enormous foot towards a possible body that was covered in much more useless junk. Her breath hitched as she looked ahead, as if she had seen something she had been dreading.

A deafening roar could be heard from the distance, and all of them looked in the general direction they had just come from – the demon hoard was almost upon them. Percy climbed up the foot as well, and looked upwards. A large metal figure in Ancient Greek style armour was laying there, as tall as a skyscraper. Percy gulped, but then had an idea.

This place seemed to be made of celestial bronze, which is what the demigods weapons were usually made of. Maybe these weapons could be used... But what would protect this place from monsters other than... the statue before him!

"Stupid idea, but what is the chance that this thing is the protector of this place? Like say if something left this place, it rises up to defend the place?" Percy suggested, feeling rather stupid. But, the idea also excited him. Like the massive robot statue was a massive destructive toy he could use to utterly obliterate Alistair and his forces.

Zoë looked deep in thought, but Thalia had already nodded in agreement. "Alright fish head, that sounds fun. But what if it comes for us rather than them?"

"Thee distract it, draw Talos' attention towards the threat." Zoë suggested, and Percy grinned.

"Wait, that's Talos? Surely a prototype, its meant to be enormous, is it not?" Thalia checked, surprised.

Zoë seemed to share Percy's grin for a split second. "Yes, maybe so. But, it does not mean thee cannot use any of this to thou advantage."

Grover picked up a bronze cross bow along with a collection of arrows. "How's this?" He asked, unsure if it was suitable or not.

Bianca, however, had something small in her hands, as if she was cradling it. Percy jumped down and asked her what it was. She smiled, and showed it to Percy.

"It's a gift for Nico... It's the only figurine he doesn't have, he will be so thrilled." She was thoughtful of her little brother, Percy would give her that. It almost made him think that he wanted a younger sibling. It seemed pleasant.

Nodding, Thalia had already handed the crossbow to Zoë, and she locked and loaded it, aiming at the demon hoard and fired an arrow, it clearing the junkyard in a matter of moments and soaring through the air, and an angry curse suggested that Alistair was hit with the arrow.

Percy grinned to himself, and his fingers hovered over his sword, reminding him of how long he has waited for vengeance upon his torturer. Alistair had made him who he was – and he was going to repay him for everything by taking him out as the monster he is. It will be messy and bloody, but damn would it be worth it.

A loud whirring sound was heard under Zoë and she leapt off of Talos, and the five ran for cover as bronze machinery and trinkets flew high into the air, raining down over the junkyard. The beast stood up tall, Percy could see half of its face melted. It looked around, and it stared at the massive hoard approaching the junkyard.

Talos drew its enormous sword with an extremely painful screech, and marched towards the approaching monsters.

"NO! DESTROY THAT ABOMINATION!" Alistair roared from the distance, and the sound of metal being shredded filled the air.

No... Talos was supposed to win!

"We need to run, and now." Thalia said, and the five crawled out from their hiding spot and ran away from the mass carnage.

But a tingling sensation came over Percy, and a mutated candidate dived over a mound of bronze and onto Percy, attempting to maul his face off. He was on his back, and couldn't get his sword... Why now of all times?

"Go! I'll catch up!" Percy barked. While reluctant, they ran ahead, knowing fully that Percy would defeat the monster.

Thalia, however, returned and drew her electric spear from her canister of mace, and stabbed the candidate through the skull.

With a painful screech, the demon spawn collapsed onto Percy, blood pooling everywhere. The daughter of Zeus yanked her spear out of the candidate, and looked... distraught?

Percy heaved the demon up and slid out, and got up onto his feet, recovered in blood. Yippee for him. He walked over to Thalia, and gently put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and met his eyes. A dark, rich sea green pair of eyes that were gradually appearing lighter and lighter than the world's oceans met with an electric blue that was calming at first, but absolutely beautiful as they looked as if actual bolts of electricity were sparking through them. Thalia blinked and her eyes began to water. She had just killed somebody. It was different to a monster – this was a human once by how it bled.

"Thank you," Percy said, somewhat soothingly. He really wasn't sure on what to do. So, he said the first thing he could think of. "For, uh, spearing that guy through the head?" That did NOT sound right once said.

And said point was proven when Thalia punched Percy in the stomach with an electrified fist. "Ass hole," She said. "I just killed somebody for -!" She was cut short when a THUD was heard and the daughter of Zeus collapsed to the floor in a heap – unconscious.

Turning over as he groaned in pain, Percy looked up and saw a dark figure standing before the Moon, making the figure's features considerably darker.

The figure then spoke, and Percy knew that voice from anywhere. And it was one person he wanted to kill as much as Alistair.

"Ah, Perseus Jackson. How lovely for us to finally meet in person." The man said, smiling darky. The jagged scar running down his left cheek. His sandy blonde hair was extremely messy and long, draping over his face. The man held a half celestial bronze and half mortal steel sword at Percy's neck, his pearly white teeth gleaming in the moonlight as he grinned sadistically.

"You..." Percy growled as his eyes went dark, almost black. He felt nothing but pure rage.

"Yes, me. The one who's going to bring Olympus down." The man chuckled. "Oh, and I also enjoyed slipping my sword into your mother. It was so... satisfying." He removed his sword from Percy's throat and delivered a brutal kick to Percy's face, splitting his cheek wide open.

"I'm going to KILL YOU!" Percy roared, spit flying everywhere as he went into a feral frenzy.

"Erm. Hate to break it to you, but you won't." The man arrogantly stated, kicking Percy back down as he attempted to get up.

Percy was seeing red. His body was hurting, everything stimulated from the electric punch from Thalia had enhanced his sense of touch. He would have to thank her for that later.

A deep, burning pain began to build up in Percy's stomach as his anger continued to rise, the constant images of the man before him killing his mother in cold blood, all over some spat he has with some pitiful gods.

"So, you are the one, ay?" The man grinned as he took multiple steps back. He seemed to be careful as a loud crash of thunder could be heard from overhead. A large drop of rain landed on Percy's head, and he felt some energy return to him.

An even louder crash was heard, and Luke began to look scared. The wind slowly began to pick up, and rain began to freely fall down, pummelling the ground and forming a massive puddle around Percy. Almost instantly, the pain over Percy's body began to lessen and he began to gradually feel stronger and stronger, until he slowly stood up onto his feet.

"Luke..." Percy snarled, looking up at the man before him.

Luke was beginning to feel fear. This child... He was too powerful.

Percy's eyes were beyond beautiful. However, they were incredibly frightening at the same time. They were glowing a vibrant sea green, and they looked as if the waves of the sea were cascading around inside of them. He truly was powerful – more so than his mother if possible. And Luke had heard the stories of Sally Jackson's powers over the seas. Percy had never used his powers before according to Hell. So how in Hades was he causing this enormous storm?

Slowly, Percy reached over his shoulder and drew the Sword of Enoch, the dark blade evilly reflecting the eerie moonlight across the puddles or rain pouring around them. His knuckles began to turn white where he gripped the hilt of the demonic sword so tightly, and his gaze remained fixated upon Luke.

Luke got himself into a stance to do battle. He would have to fight this kid. And hopefully, he was not as good with a sword as he was rumoured to be.

With a cry of rage, Percy lunged at his opponent, his eyes almost ablaze as they shone with so much hatred and anger.

Luke simply took a step back, and parried the strike, almost disarming Percy. With another snarl, Percy attempted to cleave Luke in half, but he jumped back and out of the swords reach. Luke took a strike and Percy moved mostly out of the way, grunting in pain as the sword caught the top of his arm. Blood began to pour down Percy's left arm, and he briefly looked at it before shrugging the pain off, deciding to ignore it and fight even harder.

"Is this all that you, Hell's ex-Champion, has to offer? You do disappoint me, Perseus – your mother too." Luke taunted, and Percy decided to take a few steps back and breathe deeply. He needed to calm down. As the rain slightly lessened with his extreme rage, Luke noticed the wound on Percy's arm slowly closing up.

The Son of Hermes cursed under his breath when he saw this. Percy was pretty much un-killable at the present moment. He needed a much more even playing field – one that included dry land without any chance of rain. He would need to regroup and rethink this situation, gather his strength a lot more.

Luke too took a few steps back, sighing in frustration. He wasn't running like a coward. He was not his father and the other gods. It was strategic, a play for power. Yes, He thought, no cowardice will be conducted from my side of this war.

Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, golden pearl, and dropped it onto the ground. "Until next time, Jackson. But neither of us die today." He stated, and raised his foot before bringing it down onto the pearl.

"No!" Percy roared, dropping his sword and diving for Luke as he appeared to dissolve into golden dust that then continued to float off incredibly fast Westwards. He hit the ground with a thud where Luke once was, and punched the ground in anger. He had missed the perfect opportunity to avenge his mother! How? Just how could he be so foolish?

He punched the wet ground in anger, and felt a tear trickle from his eye and along his nose, before falling off and hitting the ground. Silence. That was not good. Widening his eyes as he shot up, Percy's eyes darted around the junkyard. Were the monsters gone or something?

No, they want them dead – especially Percy. It would make no sense that they would abandon their task. Unless...

Percy's eyes widened as he realised that Alistair was planning something bigger and worse. He could not be sure what it exactly was, but it was anything but good. Bring Hell up, onto Earth? No, that would require the entire First through Third Hierarchies of Hell's Princes to accomplish. Alistair alone was not powerful enough. No... He must have an even worse monster up his sleeve.

And Percy was not going to stick around and wait to find out what it is. Thinking quickly, Percy rushed over to his fallen sword and moved the sheath to his waist as he sheathed his sword, before picking up the unconscious Thalia along with her spear and slinging her over his shoulder. It was time to rendezvous with the rest of the quest group.

The Demon Rites

The grand city of Olympus was a sight to behold. The entire city was built in a mountain-like format, similar to how it used to be at their original home on Mount Olympus.

The Throne room to the Olympian gods was in the dead centre of the city, at the very highest peak, and was closed off from the rest of the city. A meeting was clearly going on.

Inside, several men and four women sat in seats around the throne room, each of the figures enormous in height. One throne remained empty, however. It was silver in colour, and belonged to the missing goddess Artemis.

Zeus sat in his own golden and marble throne, scratching his greying beard with one hand and gripping his Master Bolt tightly with his other hand. His daughter had been kidnapped by the enemy, and they were powerless to intervene as demigods and other mortals had joined the ranks of the enemies.

Next to him, sat his elder brother Poseidon, who also had a gaze of steel, his features filled with rage. He had just received word of his daughter's... harm. The Son of Hermes would die a most painful death by his hand for that betrayal. And his niece would not have much longer to live, all the while the General of the Titan Armies was free from his prison under the sky.

"Father," Athena piped up. Her dark brown hair covered her face as she looked as if she had not been resting, and constantly researching. Well, to add to this, a large book was nestled in her lap, wide open on some page that Poseidon could not make out. While he did dislike the goddess, her thirst for knowledge and care she carried for her children was... admirable, no matter how much it pained him to admit it.

"Yes, Athena." Zeus spoke, his gaze not leaving the ground.

"I believe I have found a loop hole in the Ancient Laws." She announced. This got all of the god's attentions, especially the Kings of the Skies and Seas, and God of the Sun, Apollo. He too, looked extremely exhausted where he was carrying out his sister's duties for her as well as his own.

"What is it? Can we go in and ice these ass swipes?" Apollo asked eagerly, summoning his bow and a quiver of arrows as he leant forward in anticipation.

Athena wore a sad smile, almost apologetic as she looked at Apollo. "I have, but only one of us can get involved." She stated, and Apollo immediately stood up.

"I'm going then." He declared, and Zeus shot him a glare.

"SIT DOWN, APOLLO! IF ANYTHING, POSEIDON AND I WILL DEAL WITH THIS!" Zeus roared, his eyes alight with rage as lightning crackled all over his body. The scent of ozone filled the air.

Apollo sat down, deflated and angered with his father. Poseidon shot Apollo a look of sorrow. He understood the sun god's eagerness. He was a brilliant and caring brother towards his sister. Under all of the "play boy" persona that Apollo put up, he was a deeply emotional and caring god. Not a gentleman per say, but he would lay his immortal life down for anyone, especially his twin sister.

Athena then looked at Zeus. "No, father. You cannot intervene, and neither can Poseidon I'm sorry, but unless they go out and venture into your domains, which I doubt any of the Demon and Titan forces are idiotic enough to do, then your hands are tied."

Zeus huffed and sat back in his chair, looking ready to break something.

"However, as this is a war, we do have one god." Athena stated, and all eyes turned to the war god, Ares.

Nodding his head, Ares rose to his feet and his eyes scanned the throne room. He took a few steps forward and drew his sword, and thrust it into the marble stone as he took a knee, bowing to his king as if he was a knight. Armour began to appear over Ares in a bright golden light, sealing the deal.

"What can I do?" He asked, standing up. He was deadly serious here. No more playing around.

"You can aide the quest so far. I believe that they know their where they need to go, but the four in getting to the Titan Stronghold wherever it is, and return the General, Atlas, to his prison under the sky." Athena stated, and Ares nodded in understanding.

"There's five, not four!" Apollo announced, and all eyes turned to him.

"Five? Only four left Camp?" Athena questioned, but then her eyes widened. "You... Idiot!" She shouted, and Apollo sunk in his throne.

Zeus glared at Apollo. "WHAT?!" He thundered, his eyes burning brightly with lightning.

"I may have given the quest a way West..." Apollo said meekly, and Poseidon sighed and face palmed. Zeus looked ready to explode, as he stood up and aimed his bolt at Apollo.

"I should strike you down for breaking the laws!" Zeus roared, and Poseidon stood up, lowering Zeus' arm.

"He is being a brother, Zeus." Poseidon reasoned, but his words were forceful, and threatening. "Do not punish him for trying to do good by his sister, your daughter."

Apollo thanked Poseidon as Zeus and his uncle sat down.

Athena turned around to Apollo. "And who is the fifth quest member?" She inquired.

"Percy Jackson, Uncle P's grand kid." Apollo said, a small cheeky grin appearing on his face as he gave Poseidon a nod. The sea god smiled too when he heard that his grandson was helping out with the quest.

"And what haven't you told us?" Athena demanded.

"He saw Sally getting stabbed, by Lucas Castellan. That's the only way that I knew. But... They are being perused." Apollo trained off, unsure of how to tell them what had attacked his train and some chatter from a partial prophecy foretelling a very brutal death by the hands of the demons.

"By what, Apollo?" Poseidon demanded, his sea green eyes narrowing.

"I don't know what they were, but they are from Hell. I think they're being led by the Demon called Alistair, but that is all I know." Apollo said, and Poseidon turned to Ares.

"Go, NOW! Help hold of the demons from my grandson and the others! They must save Artemis and return Atlas at all costs!" Poseidon barked.

Ares turned to Zeus for his final world, wishing that he could protest and argue against the fact that he might not be able to battle the Titan of Endurance.

"Go, Ares. We cannot sit idle any more while the Demons wreak havoc among this world." Zeus commanded, and Ares nodded, sheathing his sword and disappearing in a flash of gold.

Poseidon turned to Athena. "You should rest, owl head. You need it. I'm sure Apollo wouldn't mind researching as punishment." He suggested, giving both Athena and Apollo a gaze of steel.

Apollo nodded in agreement, but knew that he would ot be able to keep to that for long. The second he knows where they are, he is going to aide in his sister's rescue.

"Thank you. Father." Athena nodded to her father before disappearing in a flash of golden light, Apollo with her.

The Demon Rites

Back at the Junkyard of the Gods, a bloodied Alistair stood over the dead candidate, a wound in its head.

He looked down at the wound, and grinned devilishly at what he saw.

He stood back up, and turned around. "Get up, you fool. We have work to do." He barked, and began to walk off, pulling out a knife and slicing open his hand, chanting something in an odd tongue.

He looked at the damp ground, and snarled as he looked West. Luke had showed them the way it would appear, the idiot.

He walked off, and behind him, the monster's eyes snapped wide open, glowing a bright amber as the wound on its head healed up fully. It let out a ferocious roar, and Alistair smiled to himself.

They were un-killable by demigod weapons.

The Demon Rites

And SCENE! Damn, some of that was fun to write! Especially all of the changes I made to the canon, such as them using the Talos prototype to help them out and such.

I do hope you guys like this slightly different writing style I am trying, with describing everything. Well, it feels different to me anyway. Might just be where I've just come back to writing.

Thank you, guys, for all of the support you guys gave last chapter though.

However, one reviewer did point out a point about 100 reviews being a lot. And yes, it is. But, I more look at the review-to-view comparison, and shortly after I uploaded the last chapter I got well over 2,000 views to the story. But, the chapter only accumulated around 350 views. And with 12 reviews over a three/four-day period, I am pretty happy with that! I ask for reviews because they DO add fuel for the fire known as our egos. And that is all they serve as a form of praise and criticism for the egos. I would like to thank all of you guys who have taken time to review, because to me, they personally do make my day and give me that minute distraction from a harsh reality. It says to me that people appreciate the stories that I write out, not so much as incentive to write faster.

And some are also wondering about the Blood of the Moon story I started around 2 and a half years ago. I will update it, but it will be a long while before that. That is simply because I have been really unhappy with any rough next chapter I have written out, so I am considering writing a full plan for it before I do anything else to it.

And why doesn't that story have a plan? Well, I used to "wing it" when I wrote. It is good, but it is also bad, as I have learnt. I will try and have a new chapter for the story out by the end of the year. I'm sorry it is long, but I do have other necessities that require my attention before that story, including this one, my studies, a (slowly forming) social life and a very aggravating life in general. So please be patient with that story.

I did not mean to "call anyone out" with the above statements – I just answered them here as I felt like it was something that should be answered for everyone else in case anyone else shares that opinion. Also, if you guys do have suggestions on how to make my summary eye-catching, please do drop a PM or review and suggest something, because I am all for making this story as popular as it can possibly be.

And lastly, I would love to say a thank you to some reviewers. These three are BlueFireRunes, Coarvus and ZGirl101 (TheLastoftheRealOnes, now), for always leaving the most brilliant of reviews that always get me to laugh – and have always stuck in my mind as some of the first people to read this story and stick all the way through, even after a year-long absence! So once again, thank you!

Thank you, guys, for reading this chapter, and I do hope you enjoyed it! Please, if you wish, do boost my ego and drop a review. I will update soon, but I first must complete some impending homework (and get wasted at parties), so the next update will be a week or so away! Until next time!

~ The Prince of Souls