Considering the fact that Jack Slash could sense the intentions of nearby Parahumans, the veteran demigods decided to carry the attack themselves. They had asked Lisa, the Prophet of Simurgh for help, and she had come up with the Shard-Communication-Blockinator, a name that made her cringe, and after a little haggling with the Negotiator and the Queen Administration, they managed to build the device, with the condition of turning it off after killing Jack slash. The two shards had stopped working after they found out about the device. When active, the device would block any connected shard to the hosts in a radius of 10 miles from being able to send information to the Network that the Entities used to swap data.

It took a while, but they managed to find the bastards while they were in a building, relaxing. since the chaos of an Endbringer battle wasn't present in Brockton Bay, they had opted to move into one of the abandoned apartments around the merchants territory.

Hazel used a little clairvoyance magic to determine the place of Siberian's master, and then gave the coordinates to Leo, who then trained the artillery on them. They took the chariots and waited at the 3.5 mile distance of the target building, because Cherish could read the emotions of anyone in a 3 mile radius. Reyna gave the signal, and the howitzer on the roof fired. The heavy lead warhead tore through the wall, and turned the body of William Manton into a bloody smear on 30 feet of floor. The group had started to charge toward the target, the horses tearing the ground with the power of their hooves.

Leo had immediately started to reload, and twenty-five seconds later, an explosion shook the building.

Jack was relaxing on a couch, along with the rest of his merry band of psychopaths. It had been a week since they had come to Brockton Bay, and were laying low for the time being. He didn't quite agree, but the rest of the team had somehow decided to come to this damn city. He had tried to sway them to his point of view, but somehow it hadn't worked. To top it all, he hadn't been able to sense the Parahumans around him for the past five minutes. No indication of intent, no way to know what made them tick, nothing. Suddenly, the building shook. Next moment, the Siberian popped like a balloon, and the whole team descended into chaos. Right after he spent about half a minute to calm them down, the corner that contained little Bonesaw was vaporized, with the explosion blowing the rest of them into the adjacent walls. It took them about 10 seconds to reorient themselves, and while they ran to the emergency exit of the building, another explosion threw them off their feet. In the time that it took them to leave the building, two more explosions rocked the place, and when they finally ran out and scattered, Jack heard the boom of the artillery. Before their eyes, the side of the building erupted in a shower of debris, and the ringing in his ears didn't let him hear the sound of hooves. The last thing he felt, was the point of a sharp object on the back of his head, and then darkness.

Frank had scored the first blood.

He saw the monsters in human flesh disoriented, and decided to take advantage of his reach. He unslung his bow, and notched a heavy arrow, one of those that could sink into granite, and aimed down range. he saw the scrawny male with the collection of knives, recognized him as Jack Slash, and put the arrow in his brain. they were advised to leave none alive, and as Jack was one of the most dangerous of the assholes, and had a lot of range, took him out first.

Three javelins, a Trident, and an arrow skewered Shatterbird, not giving her a chance to gather her wits and try to scream. Three of the chariots slowed down while the rest continued the charge making the last of the nine scatter. Crawler unsurprisingly stood his ground, and one of the chariots did a crazy maneuver, tilting on one wheel to clear the sudden roadblock.

Hatchetface was about to charge, secure in his knowledge of cancelling powers, but was met with a spartan kick from Travis, and had his head hacked off by Connor.

Cherish was easily disposed of, being way more squishy, and her powers meeting a hard counter in the demigods.

Burnscar had started to set everything on fire, teleporting all over the place, and making a general nuisance of herself. Tattletale, pistol in hand was trying to get a pattern out of her, and after a minute of running around from the flames, took the shot just as the power-driven insane cape materialized out of the flames in front of her. Her head snapped back, and she slumped, lifeless.

Before Crawler could just bathe the place in acid, Nico shadow travelled beside him and sank his stygian iron blade in his side, and ran back, leaving his blade. It took a while, but the sword managed to finally consume his soul, proving to be beyond the power of the shard. However it still managed to take a few minutes, as it wasn't a fatal wound, and he almost manage to injure Jason.

The Mannequin was mostly unscathed, so he managed to keep Percy and Jason both at bay, but when Reyna and Annabeth came back from the charge, they quickly managed to destroy his body, and shattered a vial of Greek fire on it, burning it to ashes, just in case.

The fight was over, the Slaughterhouse Nine were dead to the last man, or whatever it was that Mannequin counted as. They called the Protectorate to give the news, and have the cleanup ready. The poor bastards were going to lose their shit.

The Heroes of the Protectorate had arrived, to be greeted to a warzone. The apartment complex that the Nine had commandeered was barely holding up, with several extra holes in it that weren't in the original planning. Hannah was conflicted, on one hand, they had successfully taken out the Slaughterhouse Nine, without a single friendly injury, so they should be damn well praised. On the other hand, they had fired an artillery platform in her city. A military grade hardware, capable of doing a lot of damage, depending on the shell, and they have access to it. It would greatly escalate the stakes of the fighting in the damn city that had literal Nazis in it.

She told them the same.

her answer was 15 grim faces.

"Yeah, it was either that, or a running battle through several blocks, with the odds of them escaping being a lot higher as well, and that's without considering the days of combing the city for them, the possibility of a biological attack, and all the other nasty shit that they were capable of." The blonde one, Owls said.

"Yeah I know. I damn well know. The Protectorate has had to deal with them for 20 years, the shit that I had to see from these bastards is heartbreaking. However you did it, I'm glad that you did it, and that you're all alright."

She would make sure that the bounty would be received by them, as they had risked their lives so that the threat to the existence of the city was neutralized before it could destroy them all.

"Man this sucks."

The primordials were gathered in the House of Night, looking at the screen. As the Higher beings that they were, they were capable of viewing the actions of all the demigods simultaneously. Being an Immortal being was all dandy, but after the first few eons it could get boring real fast. In the past the demigods could be given quests, and through them keep the immortals entertained, but they became old real fast. The Gigantes war, and the first Titan war, were basically attempts to alleviate boredom. After that, the wars that happened in the mortal world were a good source of entertainment for them, but at the end of the 20th century it had become somewhat bland. So the Titanomachy II and the Gigantomachy II were introduced, and when they were about to end, Gaea had found this brilliant new world.

It was deliciously new, it had some good fun in it, and they could even throw in some demigods in the mix to make it more fun! The little shit that was trying to destroy that corner of the multi verse could be easily taken care of, it was just a pest, and they could still see the chaos that could happen.

So in the final day of the second Gigantomachy the plan was concocted, Gaea would say some dramatic shit, that while true, was still shit, swear an oath for good effect, and some months later, they had a demigod task force ready to kick some ass and bring them some needed entertainment.

The centence above was said by Eros, as he watched the demigods take out one of the most entertaining groups in that place in the span of minutes.

"They're just so OP! I wanted to see some drama, not some challenge less bashing. I could've just watched Hercules Busts Heads if I wanted that, and we wouldn't have to go to all that bother to arrange this. Who's bright idea was it to turn that machine into a goddess in the first place?"

"It wasn't one of us, I'm sure of it. It feels weird, like we were having our fun, then somehow we were made the butt of a joke for another group's entertainment. It's pretty irritating." Hemera said.

"Now what should we do from here? Do we let them go on as the original branch was supposed to go? just swoop in and kill the parasite at the end?" Ananke spoke, to get the conversation on the right track.

"I think that the girl doesn't have to become a social vegetable in order to kill the parasite this time. Her shard is more cooperative than normal, and can be persuaded to give her more power without our/their direct manipulation, as bribery works better in this matter." Chronos answered.

"From now on, we shouldn't interact with them much, the bird would be enough of a help, and the limitations would keep things interesting. We shouldn't have given them too much power at the start. To hell with it, let's just watch them from now on, but keep an eye on the rest of that world, with that much conflict it's bound to show us something interesting." Gaea gave the final verdict, and the bored immortals returned to watching the interdimentional TV.

A/N: Well, it's gonna be the end of this story.

I know, it's just depressing how I'm ending it, but I've lost the spark of writing it. There may be some extra chapters in the form of snippets later down the line, but it's not really likely. Thank you for reading my work, and for not really complaining about the subpar story telling. It was a very nice experience, writing this story. It took a weight off my mind, and was very enjoyable.