It's finally here lmao.

A distant part of Percy screamed. He could feel himself in him. Crawling, tearing, trying to get through.

How far will you go?

How far will you fall, hero of Olympus?

How long until you break?

Blood became diluted in water and it shimmered around him like a mist. He could taste it, copper on the tip of his tongue the scent of it burrowed deep in his brain.

Who destroyed you?

Myself.

Percy screamed.

Wind him up and watch him go. A little soldier marching on and on and on and on and on...

Percy kept on going. His mind on fire, the screaming in his head got louder. The water swirled around him, dark and stormy.

Who are you?

Do you even know?

His sword is heavy in his hands. He feels the water slip through his hands like silk. The sea doesn't care who he is. He is its child. He was born from it. And he will become it.

He falls over. Sword still clutched in his hands.

He watches his sword rise from him, rising rising in a column of water. He points it directly at him, hanging like the sword of Damocles.

He laughs.

What have you become Son of Poseidon?

In a matter of minutes he is completely surrounded. The guards of Poseidon with their weapons that glint impossibly in the water. Percy closes his eyes and smells blood.

The screaming stops.

His sword stops an inch in front of his neck.

Do you deserve to live?

Look at what you've become Percy Jackson. A monster.

You've shattered. Fractured.

You're not whole. You never will be whole. You can never build yourself back again.

There's a scent of death in the air. Percy gets up. His sword hovering above his head, and he walks through a field of dead.

Who are you now?

What have you become?

You're falling more and more and more. Spiraling down.

Are you still the son of the sea?

Yes.

Even with all this darkness in you. You think the sea still claims you? That you have any right to its powers?

Yes.

Percy keeps on walking. His sword follows ominously above.

He comes across the imposing doors to Poseidon's throne room. He pauses, his hand hovering, just about to push it open. The taste of blood is still in his mouth.

The screaming starts again.

The sword drifts back into his hand, its familiar weight silencing the screaming, but only for a moment.

You are going to shatter yourself even more, Percy Jackson?

Fracture yourself into a hundred million pieces?

You are going to become even more monstrous?

Percy pushes the door open, and he sees his father standing before him. The screaming fades.

The guards are all gone. Only Percy and Poseidon remain. The trident is long and gleaming and Percy has a vision of himself gored on it. The screaming returns.

There is no going back.

Percy and his father circle each other, a deathly imitation of a dance. He is unsure of what to do, but he must move when his father's trident comes to strike him down.

Is he still your father?

Do fathers kill their sons?

The trident catches him in the shoulder, there is a bright bloom of pain and he briefly remembers what the sun feels like.

He bleeds black.

Do you see what you have become? No longer mortal, yet not a god. So what are you?

A monster.

Percy keeps on circling. The screaming has become deafening.

A brief flash of sunlight. A girl's laughter in sun dappled forest. What was her name?

He doesn't remember.

Percy lunges and nicks his father's cheek. His blood is golden.

See? Do you see?

A single drop of ichor slides impossibly down Percy's sword. They still circle. Percy lunges again and again, he misses and misses and misses.

Some part of him does not want to see his father dead. It haunts him, in the back of his mind, his father lifeless, his eyes glassy.

Who will be the god of the seas then? You? You, a monster?

Percy cannot hear himself. He sees his father's mouth move. What did he say? Percy cannot hear.

He feels faint.

Sun. Do you remember the sun? Do you remember your youth? Your history?

The lake shimmers in the sun, do you remember? The beauty of it?

The water is cool and nice, it embraces him like how a father embraces his son. It feels like a kiss in the springtime.

Percy does not remember. He is still bleeding. Water does not heal him anymore.

Do you see?

What have you become his father asks him, where is my son?

Percy bares his teeth. You destroyed him a long time ago. This is all that is left of me. Broken pieces is what I am now. Am I still your son?

No. No. No.

You're falling apart at the seams. This is what happens when you can't stitch yourself back up.

You are your own unmaking.

Percy lunges again and this time his father didn't move in time. Percy feels the blade stick deep into his father's abdomen.

His father isn't healing either. The blade, the blade. It is the godkiller.

This is your becoming.

This is your undoing.

Percy sees his father choke on his own blood. Gold dripping down from his mouth. It is beautiful like sin.

Percy sees his father stagger. He pulls the sword out just to watch his father bleed. His father stumbles and he falls.

Percy gasps.

The sun. He had missed the sun and the wind in the trees. Birdsong. He hadn't hear birdsong in so long. It's beautiful.

You have forgotten beauty haven't you?

No, you haven't forgotten it. You forsake it.

Do you see how the water shimmers? How it rolls and glints under the sun?

Do you see?

His father had fallen to the ground. What have you become? What have you become? His father croaks out. Who are you? What made you?

Percy leans down and bears his teeth.

Myself.

The sword goes through his father's head. The blood drips down golden and beautiful. Do you see? I remember beauty. I remember it.

The sword pulls out of his father's head and returns to its position above his head.

Do you see?

The water calms him. He's sitting by its edge. Here he feels like he can see infinity, eternity. Here it feels like he is a god, immortal and never aging.

The sword hangs above him.

I loved someone once. I remember, barely. Love. What does that feel like? I loved her. But who was she?

All these emotions. I loved her. I hated her. Why? Why do I love her hate her? There is nothing now. Nothing left of me.

Broken, shattered pieces of me. Grinded into dust. Washed away in the water. I lost myself a long time ago.

The sword falls. Percy lets it. It falls and falls and it seems to fall for eternity. He feels nothing when it impales him to the floor.

Can you even die?

Percy watches his black blood mist around him, he feels nothing. The screaming grows until it is all he has known and all he will ever know.

Review Hall of Fame

It was pretty funny going back and reading all the reviews on this, so I decided to showcase some. Y'all crack me up ngl.

Guest chapter 6 . May 25, 2020

Dude your writing SUCKS! Sucks is the word, even a 8 year old kid could write better than you.

Pathetic, words, storyline, and most importantly how LIGHTLY you are taking the olympian gods, as if they were some friends. This is slow poison for me and i cant continue reading this anymore, i would advise you to read goosebumps first and get an idea about the subject.

THIS IS SUCH SHIT, LOSER STOP POSIONING THIS BEAUTIFUL WIKI

Checkingdude chapter 8 . Oct 28, 2015

Umm hmmm. I can take sadistic and brutal but am I the only one that feels like an 11 year old is writing this? Don't get me wrong it's a good idea, but it feels bland. There's no good character development and so little of the actual feelings from the orginal. It feels bland. No good dialog what so ever either. I'm not looking to bash you, just that your story could be better.

Guest chapter 8 . Aug 31, 2015

This needs work. I have always liked grimdark works, so this story is rather interesting to me, but it needs more time to developers. Percy goes from being... well, Percy, to a bloody vicious murderer in all of about five minutes. If you could some more inner thinking in there or something, Percy's transformation would feel a lot more natural and important. Also, the demigods are not afraid of fighting. The prospect of an upcoming war would send them into shocked silence at most, not running around screaming. That felt extremely forced and unnatural.

However, like I said, I really do like the idea you have here. With a little tidying up, this could be a really excellent story.

Jennn chapter 1 . Feb 26, 2015

Uh...what just happened?

Seriously, nothing makes any sense. Why are all the campers suddenly so dense? Why do the gods accuse him of something when they have no proof and no evidence? Why is Poseidon suddenly uncaring? Why do only Hestia and Hades see sense?

Maybe you planned on explaining all this later, but honestly, there are tens of hundreds of thousands of fan-fiction on this website and while this isn't too bad for a first chapter, it could be better written. I need more detail and more logic.

The plot idea is intriguing, but the story itself honestly needs more revision.

Maybe I'll re-visit this story in the future, but for now, adieu!

Snow-not-jon chapter 2 . Feb 27, 2015

Hey,

I believe in compliments so you should expect a review with them in it for every chapter!

Sorry if it gets annoying but I'm Canadian, I have to be nice!

This story is Awesome! It gets better with every chapter!

Julietta :)