A/N

This update is too late. I know. But I had severe problems, some even related to the national law violation by a business party that we were making a deal with. So, with all that ruckus, I wasn't able to write. But well, now I am back. I hope so, at least. The one thing that could improve my mood did come true. Lionel Messi finally won his first international trophy with Argentina. Something that he more than deserved. Also, it has made him the top choice for this year's Balloon d'or.

Many of you might be angry at me for starting another fanfic all of a sudden, but what can I say? I have wanted to write a Pokemon fanfic since forever. And in this past week, I was completely out of ideas for this chapter and for Perseus the Dark Destroyer. So, I posted a new fic. But don't worry, updates to this fic won't be affected. This is the most important of the three fics to me.

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With this chapter, we finally cross the 200k words mark. A milestone which I hadn't even imagined that we would reach. And doing so in just twenty chapters feels so surreal. I am so glad that we reached this milestone together. Thanks for all the support.

Also, the picture I posted above is how I imagine Zoë looks like.

Let me just say that for this chapter, writing the interaction between Percy and Hades was extremely hard. I had to show Hades as a cunning, practical god, with just the right amount of elegance. Aloof to the feeling of mortals. Not easy at all.

Now, let us begin today's badassery without any further delays.

Last Time :

Hades continued speaking, "I have every reason to hate Zeus, son of Poseidon. While he makes a ruckus about a bolt that is probably lying under his bed, my missing symbol of power is ignored by everyone. My little brother made every single effort to shun me, to vilify me. I don't even deem him worthy to steal his bolt and attack him."

Percy could see where Hades was going with this, until the Lord of the Dead's words struck home. "Your symbol of power is missing too? But, but how?"

Hades shrugged. "Same time as Zeus' bolt was stolen. I am sure that this is the work of some measly Olympian or Ouranos forbid, even a weak minor god. This is why I need the master bolt as a bargaining chip against Zeus and his merry band of wannabe gods."

"You do not really suspect that my father can do this, do you? I assure you, Lord Poseidon has neither Lord Zeus' bolt, nor your helm, my lord." Percy spoke as sincerely as he could, trying to convince the powerful god that his dad was innocent.

Hades swiftly turned around and snapped his fingers. The next moment, Annabeth and Grover hit the floor, knocked out.

Percy was alarmed by this and immediately grabbed the ball point pen in his pocket, but before he could pull it out, Hades spoke, "No need for the sword, son of Poseidon. I have no interest in killing or torturing you here. I just need to speak about something that these two don't need to hear."

Percy still didn't trust Hades fully, and thus kept a ready posture, but let go of the sword and brought his arm out of his pocket.

Hades slowly turned to Percy and spoke, "I knew you were different when Alecto didn't reform for so long after you killed her. Any other time she was killed, she was respawned within a span of a day, but this time, she took two weeks. Sadly, I haven't had the time to ask her about you, but I want to know it from you."

"I.. I don't get what you are trying to say, my lord." Percy spoke with a hint of nervousness breaking through his stoic voice.

This was all Hades needed to capitalize on as he asked Percy, "Tell me truly, who are you, Perseus? And by truly, I mean the full truth."

Present Time :

Third Person POV :

This was all Hades needed to capitalize on as he asked Percy, "Tell me truly, who are you, Perseus? And by truly, I mean the full truth."

There had been times in Percy's life when he didn't know what to do. For example, once he had broken one of his father's favourite statues (obviously depicting the king of the seas himself). When Poseidon had asked him, Percy hadn't known whether to lie and get away, or to tell the truth and get grounded.

But this time, the stakes were way high. Here, he was standing in the throne room of Hades' palace, in the lord of death's own domain. One wrong move, and him along with his three friends would suffer thoroughly, not to mention that a divine war would break out on the surface world, leading to the utter annihilation of all forms of life on Earth.

So, Percy maintained eye contact with his elder uncle, while thinking about his next course of actions.

Obviously, the eye contact did not help even slightly. The charcoal black eyes boring right into his royal blue ones were like a reflection of his own. Percy had always been told that his eyes held the courage of a warrior, the charisma of a politician, and the authority of an alpha male. Staring into Hades' eyes, Percy could see all those things present there.

Now he could see why Zeus and Poseidon were intimidated by their elder brother. Hades lived up to his title of Kronos' eldest son.

"Hmmm. Interesting. It appears that I cannot invade your brain for some reason. That is a surprise, considering that even the minds of the smartest heroes like Perseus and Themistocles were like open books to me. You continue to intrigue me, Perseus." Hades spoke in what could be considered as the god's amused tone. Percy could decipher this only because Hades' lips twitched slightly while saying this.

"Yes, my lord. I do pride myself on my mental barriers. Have helped me in a lot of tricky situations. By the way, is that the tooth of a megalodon?" Percy asked in an attempt to bide time.

"Really? After impressing me this much, you just have to do it, huh? Remember Perseus, I am the lord of the dead. I know more about biding time than anyone in the entire cosmos. I thought that you would do something better than this." Hades spoke while shaking his head in disappointment.

The lord of the Underworld then turned around and snapped his fingers. A bright flash of light later, Percy was staring at a small table with many delicacies on it. Having been raised as royalty, Percy recognized all of the dishes placed on the table. Unsurprisingly, Hades and Poseidon had the same choices in food. And suffice to say, the food kept on the table was way out of budget for even millionaires.

"Take a seat, Perseus. Let it not be said that Hades does not show hospitality." Hades spoke, before walking up to one of the two chairs and taking a seat.

Percy followed him and took the other chair. Hades immediately leaned forward and placed his hands on the table, interlacing his fingers.

"Now, I will give you an ultimatum. Either you tell me the truth and we try to solve this matter civilly, or you lie to me and I keep flaying you for the next few millennia." Hades spoke, before picking up the silverware and eating some of the food.

Percy stared at the god for a few moments, before sighing. "Fine. But I need you to give me your word of honour that you will let my two friends leave freely after this interaction."

Hades nodded and waved his hand without care. "Fine. Those two aren't of importance to me anyway."

Percy nodded. "Okay then. Firstly, my name is Perseus. I am the adopted son of Poseidon and Amphitrite. Second in line to the throne of Atlantis."

Percy had expected some sort of surprise, or atleast a gasp from Hades, but to his utter dismay, the only reaction that he got out of Hades was the raising of an eyebrow.

"Ohh. Now that is interesting. A prince of Atlantis in my domain, eating food provided by me. Ohh. I wish I could see Poseidon's face right now." Hades let out a small, evil smile onto his face for a moment, before immediately returning back to his stoic expression.

"That's it? That's your reaction?" Percy asked out in utter shock at the utter indifference shown by his uncle. Having grown up as royalty, Percy was used to people stuttering and bowing, or at least getting thoroughly shocked after hearing his identity.

In fact, he would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy the hilarious expressions on people's faces when he told them of his identity. Oh come on. He was raised by Greek gods. Of course he had an ego complex. It might be much smaller than other Gods' ego complexes, but it was still there.

Again, Hades just raised his eyebrow. "Yes. Did you expect me to be surprised and grovel like those other idiots? Remember child, you might be a mere prince, but I am an emperor."

Percy was gobsmacked, but simply nodded, not wanting to add on to this particular conversation.

"Now that this is out of the way, I think we should get down to business. Firstly, I do not know whether you are incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid to have travelled down here."

Hades spoke, eyeing Percy carefully, anticipating the prince's reply.

"There is but a small difference in bravery and stupidity, isn't there, my lord?" Percy asked with a poker face, not as perfect as Hades', but still enough for the God of the dead to approve.

"True. But do not forget, son of Poseidon. That small difference can be the cause of the deaths of millions of people. So, what makes you think that your bravery, or stupidity, will not cause this?" Hades countered, seeing if the young prince in front of him would trip.

"My lord, whether my actions classify as brave or stupid, I do not care. As a prince, it is my duty to protect my people. The people who will die if there is a divine war. So, if this gamble of reaching out to you plays off, I can not only save my people, but also the residents of Olympus and all the mortals. That is why I decided to perform this gamble." Percy replied calmly, not letting any emotion pass through the cool facade that he had taken up.

"Hmm. Interesting, but an honourable reason nonetheless. Although, one question still plagues me. Do you not suspect me of possessing my brother's bolt? What makes you so sure that I am not the lightning thief?" Hades asked with genuine curiosity, wondering whether the twelve year old sitting in front of him was stupid, or unnervingly smart.

"I admit that before I came down here, I had my suspicions that you were in possession of the bolt. But once down here, I spectated a sight that made me rethink my suspicions. The Underworld is horribly crowded as it is. It is taking much of your divine power to keep this place steady. Am I right?" Percy asked with raised eyebrows, to which Hades just nodded.

Leaning forward just like Hades, Percy continued to speak, "So, wanting a divine war that would kill millions of humans is an event you would want the least. As it would only add to your domain, and add to the trouble you have running it fluently. Unlike what others may perceive, I know that this expansion of your domain will not strengthen you, but rather it will only weaken you. In a condition such as this, possessing Zeus' bolt would be an extremely naive, idiotic and impractical move on your part. And in this small time I have observed you, you are none of the three qualities I just mentioned. So, no, I believe that you do not possess your younger brother's bolt."

Hades was silent for a few moments, before he leaned back. To Percy's utter shock, a small smile made its way onto the lord of the Dead's lips, as he slowly clapped his hands a few times.

"Excellent! Perfect reasoning and logic. I see that my brother and sister-in-law raised you extremely well, prince of Atlantis. I am willing to bet that nobody except for maybe Athena and Hestia would have been able to answer the question like you did." Hades spoke, using a contemptuous tone when he said the wisdom goddess' name.

Percy just tilted his head in acknowledgement, not giving a verbal reply to the praise.

Then, he spoke, "Pardon me, lord Hades, but I need to ask this question. For some reason, I do not feel your aura to be as strong as my father's. Although I know that you are as strong as him, you still feel weaker for some reason. If I may ask, what has occured to render you like this?"

Hades' expression turned to downright fury, but Percy could tell that fortunately, it wasn't directed at him. "Those fucking Olympians. They fuss all over Zeus' lost bolt, but no-one even bothers about my Helm of Darkness. Yes, along with Zeus' bolt, even my helm is missing. That is what has rendered me powerless."

Percy felt a chill travel down his spine as he fell back into his chair. "This is bad. This is way worse than expected."

Hades' raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

Percy met Hades' eyes and spoke, "In this quest, I had a dream. The first dream that I have had in forever. It was a voice older than even yours. Sounded like metal scraping against rocks."

Percy stopped for a moment to study Hades' expression and reaction to his words, but yet again, the lord of the Underworld kept a perfect poker face, not giving out anything.

"The voice asked me to join him in his quest for revenge. He asked me to help him bring Zeus down. Something about 'let me return the favour he owes me.' Honestly, at first I thought that it was yet another batshit crazy immortal, but all these events cannot be a coincidence." Percy finished, finally resting back in his chair.

Hades remained stoic, not even letting his eyes blink. If Percy hadn't known better, he would have mistaken the god for a statue.

The lord of the Underworld then turned his aside and gazed outside the window, spectating the sight of the fields of Punishment. After a few minutes, he let out a loud sigh and turned back to face Percy.

To the son of Poseidon's utter shock, Hades' eyes now held an emotion that he had never imagined he would see in the eyes of the eldest one of the big three. An emotion so strong that it could even cause the downfall of the strongest and most courageous.

Hades' eyes now held Fear.

"I think I might know the voice that spoke to you, child. All I can say is that you pray that my guess is horribly wrong. If not, then well, we are in some very serious trouble." Hades spoke before closing his eyes and pressing the bridge of his nose and sighing.

Percy waited patiently for the God to calm down enough to tell him more about this strange, evil voice.

"The voice that you heard was none other than my father. Yes, it was the Titan of time, The Crooked One." Hades finally revealed his guess about the identity of the voice in Percy's dream.

Percy's eyes widened dramatically as his hand slipped from the table. "That is bad. That is actually worse than most scenarios I even imagined."

Hades nodded gravely, not refuting the demigod's sentence. "Well, it seems like father dear has a plan set out ahead of him to have his revenge on us. Stealing the weapons of power from Zeus and me was a move to set us against each other, thus weakening us. This would in turn give him advantage if he were to gain a physical form somehow. Oh my! I hate my father with every fabric of immortal being, but I have to admit, his plan is excellent."

Percy nodded his head, before leaning back in his chair. In less than a minute, he had received three pieces of incredibly terrible news.

"What are we supposed to do now?" Percy asked Hades, who didn't respond right away.

After waiting for a few moments, Percy was about to ask the question again when Hades finally spoke. "For now, the most important course of action is to find my helm and my imbecile brother's bolt. If my father is really going to rise, we need to be at our best. And as much as I loathe to say it, a full-powered Zeus is crucial in this war."

Percy nodded. "Yes. That sounds like the best idea. I have a suggestion, though. I ask you to let me and my friends go up to the surface. We will find your helm and return it back to you."

Hades stared at him for a few moments, before finally nodding. "Fine. But I need your word of honour as a prince of Atlantis that I will get my helm back."

Percy replied saying, "While I cannot promise that, my lord, I do swear on my honour as the prince of Atlantis that I will do my best to recover your helm and then hand it over to you."

Hades nodded, accepting Percy's oath. He stood up and snapped his fingers, making the table and chairs disappear. Then he snapped his fingers again.

On the small sofa beside them, Annabeth and Grover started to stir in their sleep. Slowly, their eyes opened and they immediately sat up straight.

"Whe..?" Annabeth asked as she gazed around the room and stopped abruptly when she remembered where she was. Immediately, she shot up to her feet and got into a ready position.

Percy saw this and spoke in a calm voice, "Hey, Annie. Calm down. Everything is okay."

Annabeth turned to face Percy and saw that he was unharmed, standing near Hades. "Percy! What happened? Did you get the bolt?"

Percy shook his head. "No. Lord Hades is not in possession of the bolt. In fact, even his helm of darkness has been stolen at the same time the bolt was taken."

A look of confusion and shock appeared on Annabeth's face. "What?? How is that possible? And if Lord Hades is not the thief, then who is it?"

"That is a question we do not know the answer of, daughter of Wisdom." Hades spoke in his ever so creepy cold voice, making Annabeth shudder.

By this time, even Grover had gained enough consciousness to pay attention to the conversation. "So, our visit to the Underworld was vain in the end?"

Hades turned and locked his eyes with the satyr. As soon as their eyes met, Grover's eyes dazed up and he started to sweat profusely.

Five seconds later, Hades broke eye contact and turned to face Percy. In those five seconds, Grover had not only bitten his lip hard enough to draw blood, but he was also clenching his legs in an attempt to stop himself from wetting his pants.

Seeing this, Annabeth and Percy took an involuntary step away from the extremely powerful and terrifying god of the Underworld.

Percy had seen many terrifying things, but Hades' terrifying glare was now right up there in the second spot, after the Leviathan. Even Artemis' or his mother Amphitrite's glare looked like a lovely look after firsthand seeing Hades' glare.

"One snap of my fingers, that is all it will take to incinerate you, satyr. So, keep your mouth shut." Hades spoke in a cold voice, lifting his hand and imitating a snap of his fingers in warning.

Grover nodded and shrunk back into himself, trying to avoid any sort of attention. Satisfied by this, Hades turned to Percy.

"This is the first time I am putting my trust in a child of one of my brothers. Do not prove me wrong, Perseus. I assure you, you will not like the results." Spoke the Lord of the Underworld as he stared at Percy.

Gathering all of his courage, Percy met Hades' terrifying, cold charcoal eyes. "Yes, Lord Hades. I assure you that I will stand by my oath."

As if on afterthought, Percy spoke, "Oh wait. I just remembered. I kind of promised Charon that you would raise his salary."

Hades raised an eyebrow at this and then casually waved his hand. "Sure, sure. I will pay him more. Now get going."

Hades nodded. Then, as if on afterthought, he asked, "By the way, have you ever experienced shadow travel?"

Percy shook his head no, followed by Annabeth and Grover.

A small, almost imperceptible smirk made its way onto Hades' lips as he spoke, "Oh well. Then this will be amusing to watch. For me, that is. For you, it won't be so great."

Before any of the three questers could react, Hades waved his hand dismissively. As soon as he did this, shadows started to crawl towards them from the borders of the room. Once the shadows had gathered in the centre, they started to accumulate and crawl towards the three questers.

Within a span of five seconds, the three questers were covered head to toe with shadows. Seeing this, Hades jerked his finger upwards, and the shadows shot up towards the ceiling with speeds that would make Hermes jealous.

Seeing the roof near them while they were travelling so fast, the three questers screamed out and closed their eyes. But to their utter shock, as soon as they touched the ceiling of the throne room, they passed through the ceiling as if they were spirits.

The next few seconds were hell for Percy as he heard Annabeth screaming prayers to Athena and Grover bleating out what he assumed could only be a prayer to two things - the god of satyrs Pan, or Grover's favourite food cheese enchiladas. Knowing Grover, Percy was more inclined towards the second possibility.

After what felt like hours, but was barely a few minutes, Percy felt a sudden feeling of calmness and peace hit him. There was only one thing in the entire world that could make him feel this.

Opening his eyes, Percy let out a small laugh when he saw the vast, expanding ocean in front of him. Beside him, he saw Annabeth and Grover open their eyes and let out pleasured sighs at feeling the sunlight on their skins.

That is when the after effects of shadow travelling hit them. Percy felt his knees wobble and give way, as he fell down to the soft sand of the beach. Retching his throat, he tried his hardest to prevent himself from throwing up.

Unfortunately, Annabeth and Grover were not so lucky. Falling to the ground, the daughter of Athena and the satyr puked their guts out.

Percy could feel his stomach screaming at him to use his sword and cut it out of his body.

Somehow, Percy managed to keep himself from puking.

After the three of them had finally recovered from the horrible experience and it's after effects, Percy slowly stood to his feet and spoke, "Bloody hell I am never doing that ever again."

"Agreed." Grover spoke, as Annabeth nodded her approval to the decision.

"Ahh. So the stupid punks still live, huh?" A gruff, mocking voice called out from behind them.

Percy immediately recognized the owner of the voice and turned around to face the entity with a look of annoyance on his face. "What the fuck do you want now?"

Ares scowled at Percy. "Usually when people see me, they say things like 'Greetings Lord Ares', or 'Forgive me, my lord',"

Percy completely ignored the war god, instead turning to his companions. "Come on. Let's get moving. We have better and more important things to do than listen to this idiot speak about himself."

The next moment, Percy felt a chill run down his spine as his instincts took over the control of his body. His instincts caused his body to drop down flat to the ground.

Just as he did so, a spear passed from above his head, flying at unbelievable speeds and hitting a metal pole in front of them. To his utter shock, the spear literally tore through the metal pole like it was made of cotton.

Getting back to his feet, Percy turned around and glared at Ares. "What the hell? Aren't you banned from attacking a mortal unless you are provoked?"

Ares growled back, "Oh yes, that is true. But you see, I was not aiming to attack you out of hatred, but rather I was trying to discipline you. Something that the ancient laws allow us immortals to do."

Percy closed his eyes and silently counted to ten. His anger would not get him anywhere in this situation. In fact, attacking Ares would only lead to the death of his friends and him.

"Ares, I know that you hate me. Trust me, the feeling is mutual. But for now, we have more important things to attend to. We still haven't found your father's master bolt. So, let us resolve our issues sometime. What do you say?" Percy asked as calmly as he could.

To Percy's utter shock, Ares started to laugh loudly. "You know, for being such a smartass, you sure are stupid, punk." Ares spoke as he reached behind his back and pulled out a small cylindrical object.

Ares held the cylindrical object in his hand, before closing his eyes and raising his hand to the skies above. The next moment, the sky started to rumble and lightning started to flash in the sky.

A blinding light was caused as an extremely strong strike of lightning struck down from the sky and hit the cylindrical object in Ares' hand. Percy, Annabeth and Grover had to cover their eyes and turn around in order to not get blinded by the light.

When the light finally died down, Percy turned back towards Ares, only to stumble in his place at the sight in front of him.

In Ares' hand, the once small cylindrical object was now about four feet long, and was cackling with electricity.

"The master bolt." Percy recognized as a feeling of dread entered his heart. This meant that Ares had been the thief. But why would he go against his own father?

"H.. how?" Percy asked in confusion, at which he received a large smirk out of Ares. The smirk, like always, looked like a sneer.

"Surprised?" Ares asked them as he brought his hand down. "Well, then let's see what you do when you see this."

Once again, Ares turned back and lifted something from his humongous motorcycle that was parked behind him.

The object that Ares now held was a pitch black helmet. The helmet had small starry patches on it, while at the top was a carving of a dog with three heads. The plume of the helmet was a violent purple colour. Just one look at the helmet made Percy want to crawl as far away from it as possible.

"T..the Helm of Hades." Percy stuttered as he saw that Ares was currently in possession of two of the three most powerful godly weapons in existence.

"Why? Why would you steal your father's weapon?" Percy asked Ares, trying to bide his time while he prayed for Poseidon to reach him and beat the living shit out of Ares.

"Do not bother praying to your father, kid. He can't hear you." Ares spoke as he started to study the two weapons. He then continued, "As for your question, it is easy. I want to cause the biggest war ever. A war that will make even the Gigantomachy look like a children's fight. A war between the three brothers."

"Wouldn't it make you more powerful if you were in possession of the bolt and helm and use it to increase your power?" Grover asked in confusion as Percy glared at him heatedly for giving the god a destructive idea that couldn't possibly end well for anyone.

Annabeth angrily elbowed Grover in the stomach for blabbering out, causing the satyr to fall to the ground in pain. The poor goat boy was definitely not having a good day so far.

Ares seemed to be deep in thought for a moment. "That is true. It would give me more power than I can possibly get from the war. But he did say…" He started the mumble to himself.

Percy took this time to study his surroundings and his opponent. He would have had a clear advantage, if Ares hadn't had the bolt. Now, the battlefield was equal, with the sea to support him, while Ares had the sky backing him up.

But one thing that Percy noticed was that Ares had a vacant look in a small corner of his eyes, as if he himself had no idea why he was doing the things he was doing. As if someone was influencing him. And after his talk with Hades, Percy had a good idea of the identity of the being who was influencing Ares.

"You, you are being controlled by someone. This wasn't your idea, was it?" Percy asked Ares with a cool voice.

Ares broke out of his musings when he heard this and sneered at Percy. "No! Of course not. I am an Olympian God. I don't have stupid dreams."

Percy narrowed his eyes. "I never mentioned anything about dreams, Ares. That means you have been having dreams about this."

Ares growled loudly, visibly irritated by Percy's comment and deduction. "Shut the fuck up, punk."

Percy did not back down. "I know that an immortal cannot steal another immortal's weapon directly. So, you obviously had a demigod steal it for you. I ask you, who was your accomplice in this crime, Ares?"

Ares was quiet for a few moments, before he roared out in anger. "This does not concern you, punk. But I also know that you won't let it slide. So, time to die."

Ares then snapped his fingers, creating a flash of red light. When the light cleared, a humongous wild boar stood beside Ares. The animal was easily ten feet tall and was glaring at Percy harshly. Ares simply raised his hand and pointed his finger towards Percy.

The boar took this signal and charged at Percy, with his tusks aimed straight at Percy's face.

Percy lifted his right foot and placed it a little distance behind his left leg. Readying himself, he waited for the boar to reach near him.

As soon as the boar was within striking range, Percy jumped into the air and brought his leg down as hard as he could. His leg hit the boar's head, sending it crashing to the ground, where it skidded for a small distance before stopping.

Before it could get up, Percy was standing beside it, with his foot planted firmly on the boar's head. The son of Poseidon bent down and grabbed the boar's tusk with both of his hands and pulled it as hard as he could. Simultaneously, he applied pressure with his leg. With a snap, the boar's tusk broke as it let out a loud roar of pain.

Percy lifted the extremely sharp tusk and stabbed the boar's head with it. The tusk went deep into its head, cracking the boar's skull open. Before the boar could even register the pain, it was dead.

Standing up, Percy called on to the water from the ocean and cleaned himself up off the blood of the boar.

Turning around, he faced Ares, who seemed pissed off that Percy had defeated his pet so easily. "Weak and pathetic. Just like you." Percy spat at Ares as he rose to his full height.

Ares snarled at the insult and was about to draw his sword when he stopped abruptly. A wicked smirk made its way onto his face as he spoke, "Ohh. So you want a challenge, huh? Well, I have plenty of those. But then again, I promised myself that I would give you a painful death. And I have something extremely interesting planned for it."

The god of war roared again, before placing the helmet back onto his bike and pulling out a spear. Lifting the spear high into the air, he brought it down and struck it into the ground with so much power that the sand around him blew away.

From around the spear, four armed men rose out of the sand. They were dressed in various armours that Percy had seen in the history books he had. To Percy's utter shock, the warriors were actually just skeletons with armour on.

Ares grinned ferally. "Do you know the best part about being the god of war? The losing side of any war is always indebted to you after their death."

Gesturing to a tall skeleton standing beside him in Trojan royal armour, Ares announced, "Perseus, meet Prince Hector, son of Priam, Heir to Troy. The greatest fighter that Troy ever birthed."

Percy took a step back when he saw the skeleton of Hector raise his hand and point his spear to Percy.

Then, Ares turned his hand and pointed his hand to a huge brute of a man who was wearing a standard Spartan armour and held a huge battle axe in his hands. "Now, meet Menelaus, the once king of Sparta."

The third skeleton standing was dressed in a graceful armour that was glinting silver. He held a sword in his hand, twirling it with a grace that showed he was extremely skilled with the weapon.

Ares pointed at him. "Meet Odysseus, the legendary king of Ithaca and protagonist of the Odyssey."

Finally stood a skeleton in bronze armour and a brown battle skirt. A long red cape flowed down his back as he held a circular shield and a long spear in his hands. A Spartan helmet adorned his head as he gazed straight ahead at Percy.

This time, Ares personally walked to the skeleton and placed his hand on the warrior's shoulder. "Finally, Perseus. Meet Leonidas, the legendary king of Sparta. The first and only champion of Ares."

Having introduced the four warriors, Ares stepped back. Facing Percy, he spoke, "Leonidas, Menelaus, Odysseus and Hector. I have called your debt and commanded you to kill this demigod in front of me. Also, do not give him an easy death at all. Make him suffer."

The four warriors nodded their bony heads and started to walk towards Percy with their weapons raised.

Percy had full confidence in his skills. He knew that the only mortal individual who could match his skills was Achilles. But in front of the four extremely skilled individuals in front of him, Percy doubted he could defeat the four of them while battling them simultaneously, even with the water to support him.

He could hear Annabeth and Grover pulling out their weapons from behind him. He couldn't let them fight the four legends. They wouldn't last a whole minute. Also, one thing he knew about the four warriors in front of him was that they wouldn't even hesitate in delivering the finishing blow to a battle.

Turning his head back, Percy spoke, "Stand back. Whatever happens, do not try to join the fight. Understand?"

Seeing that Annabeth was about to protest, Percy decided to use his last resort. Closing his eyes, he opened them and revealed his terrifying snake slit eyes to the world. With those terrorizing snake slits, he glared at his two friends.

"That was not a request. It was an order. Stand back." Percy spoke in a cold voice, making Annabeth and Grover shudder with fear before they backed away from Percy.

Satisfied, Percy turned his attention back to the four legendary warriors and pulled out his trusty ball-point pen. Uncapping it, he watched the pen turn to the three feet long Greek xiphos named Anaklusmos.

Seeing that this was a fight for his life, Percy reached for the watch on his left hand and pressed the button on it. In a span of three seconds, his watch turned into his beautiful ocean blue shield, which he had named 'Hurricane'.

Ready for a fight against four Greek legendary heroes, Percy took a deep breath and got into a ready position. His shield was held just above his waist, yet under his neck, which would enable him to block weapons headed for both, his head and his feet.

His sword was ready at his side, slowly drawing circles in the sand as a result of his ADHD acting up.

The first warrior to reach him was Odysseus, as he was the only one weilding a sword. Percy met Odysseus' first strike with his shield, before trying an experimental diagonal slash to his chest.

Odysseus twisted his chest, letting Percy's sword slash harmlessly through the air, before launching into a series of slashes and stabs. He was not holding back any punches.

Percy found that the swordsman style used by Odysseus was patron Athenian, meaning that it was a perfect combination of attack and defense. Fortunately, Percy had been taught about the complete moveset and strategies of this style by his teacher Bythos, meaning that Percy did not have any difficulty in keeping up with Odysseus. In fact, he was sure that given some time, he would eventually break through Odysseus' defense and end the battle.

But, his plan had some glaring flaws, one of which was that he had not given consideration to the fact that the other three warriors were not going to just sit idle while he fought Odysseus.

Percy found that out the hard way, when he blocked a strike from Odysseus, only to feel an extremely hard blow being delivered to his left shoulder. He was sent flying about ten feet to the side, where he fell to the ground and got a mouthful of sand.

Getting up, he spitted the sand out and turned his attention back to the fight. There he saw that the blow he had felt had come from Menelaus' battle axe. Fortunately for Percy, he had been hit by the flat end of the weapon, meaning that he did not have any wound.

But on the other hand, his shoulder was now hurting like a bitch. He made a point to not be hit by that huge brute's weapon again. It would definitely not be good for him.

Getting back into his stance, Percy sprinted towards Menelaus, only to be intercepted by a spear jabbing in front of him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Hector standing near him, ready to jab his spear again.

Percy stopped running at the perfect time, which prevented him being stabbed by the next spear jab sent by Hector. When the tip had passed from ahead of him, Percy raised his sword hand and brought it down hard on the shaft of Hector's spear. The spear went down with the force, and Percy immediately used it to his advantage by jumping on the shaft.

Clenching his feet, he then shot up towards Menelaus in the air, readying his sword for a final strike. As he reached Menelaus, Percy pulled back his sword hand, before bringing it forward as hard as he could. The result was that the sword stabbed clean through Menelaus' skull, righ up to the hilt.

The moment he landed onto the ground, Percy brought up his shield like Captain America, and the shield hit Menelaus' skull, ripping it off his body. The skull-less skeleton of Menelaus fell to the ground, with the skull stabbed onto Percy's sword.

Using his shield, Percy pulled Menelaus' skull off his sword and threw the skull onto the ground beside the bones. He had now taken care of one of the four enemies. Granted that Menelaus was obviously the weakest of the four warriors, still, taking him out did improve Percy's chances of coming out of this battle alive.

Looking up, Percy saw Hector, Odysseus and Leonidas standing in front of him with their spears and sword ready.

Percy himself took on a battle stance and waved his shield hand over, inviting the three legendary warriors to fight him.

Annabeth had seen some weird things in the twelve years that she had been alive. Some examples were seeing Grover's legs for the first time. Also, she could even swear that when she was little, the spiders in her room had gathered together to form the shape of a fist showing her the middle finger.

But what she was seeing right now was definitely the most shocking thing she had ever seen. Even beating the spider middle finger by a long distance.

She knew that Percy was fairly decent with the sword and shield for a starter, but in front of her, the son of Poseidon was now fighting with technique and perfection that even Luke couldn't hope to achieve.

She had studied most of the sword fighting techniques invented since the dawn of time, but even she was shocked at the unpredictable, yet precisely accurate moves that Percy was using against the four legendary warriors.

She knew that even beating Menelaus in a one-on-one fight would be considered almost impossible for any demigod, but here Percy stood, already having beaten the husband of Helen. Not only that, Percy was now giving Leonidas, Odysseus and Hector an equal fight.

Percy was getting more and more confident with each passing second that he managed to survive while battling against the three warriors in front of him. He knew that he had the advantage of having the sea near him, but to be honest, he hadn't yet felt the need to call out to the water for energy. He didn't feel tired yet, thanks to his incredible stamina.

Bythos' ruthless training of making him run with an extremely heavy boulder tied to his back was now coming into handy.

Turning his attention back to the fight, Percy blocked a strike from Odysseus' sword, before jumping in order to evade a swipe that Hector had made towards his ankles.

Even though he was not tired, Percy knew that it was only a matter of time before the three warriors wore him down. Another disadvantage was that his opponents were already dead, meaning that they could go on fighting till he put them down for good.

It wasn't until he saw the blade of the spear, till Percy realized that he had been distracted by these thoughts. He tried to raise his spear to deflect the blade, but couldn't make it in time. In a desperate attempt to evade the attack, Percy tried to twist his body. Yet again, it was a vain effort.

A searing pain shot through his gut as Leonidas' spear grazed his stomach.

"Son of a bitch!!" Percy hissed as he raised his leg and kicked Leonidas in the legs. The Spartan legend tripped and fell to the floor, before immediately rolling and getting away from Percy's blade, which was now present in the spot he was lying in just a few milliseconds ago.

Percy then blocked another sword strike from Odysseus with his shield, while simultaneously using his disarming maneuver to throw Hector's spear out of his hands. With his right leg, he kicked Hector as hard as he could, sending the Trojan prince flying for a few feet, where he fell to the ground.

Percy then sent a sword strike to Odysseus' leg, which the king of Ithaca blocked with his own sword. What the king of Ithaca didn't see was Percy's sword Hurricane nearing his head. The Atlantean silver shield hit him in the head, making him fall to the ground.

Seeing that all three of his opponents were down for a few moments, Percy stepped back and stabbed Riptide in ground. Lifting his shirt, he saw that the spear of Leonidas had not just grazed him, but had also torn through his skin. Blood was flowing out of the wound, and Percy knew that it was going to leave a scar.

"Great! A new scar. Just what I needed." Percy groaned as he tore of a strip of his shirt and tied it on the wound tightly, slowing down the flow of blood.

Looking up, Percy saw that the three warriors had also risen to their feet. The son of Poseidon knew that he had to finish this fight as early as he possibly could. If Zeus' patience were anything like Poseidon's, Percy knew that the world was going to end really soon.

Jerking his neck sideways, Percy heard the satisfying popping sound of his neck. Flexing his shoulder, Percy pulled his sword out of the ground and ran towards the three dead warriors facing him.

As Percy reached them, he immediately dropped down to his knees and skidded on the sand. Not a moment later, Odysseus' sword sliced through the air above him.

Using his shield, Percy blocked the spearheads of the spears of the other two opponents, before slashing at their legs with his sword.

Leonidas, being the defensive Spartan that he was, managed to jump and avoid Percy's sword. But unluckily for Hector, his entire battle strategy was based solely on attack. Not reacting in time, he had to suffer as Riptide sliced right through his bony leg.

Hector fell to the ground, and before he knew it, a sword was stabbed through his skull. The red light burning in the empty orbs of skeleton Hector's eyes dimmed as he stilled. Percy wasted no time in ripping off the skull of Hector and throwing it away from the rest of his body.

"Two down, two to go." Percy muttered as he got to his feet. Turning around, he saw Odysseus and Leonidas standing side by side. Odysseus had his sword ready by his side in a ready position, while Leonidas was standing in the standard Spartan position with his spear tilted and his shield standing between him and Percy.

Readying himself, Percy raised his shield and made a swift slash in the air with his sword. He could feel the wound in his abdomen slowing him down, preventing him from twisting his body and jumping in the air. The cloth of his shirt around the wound was now soaked in blood.

As if an unspoken message had passed between them, the three fighters ran at each other with their weapons raised. Percy met Odysseus' sword strike with his own, while simultaneously deflecting Leonidas' spear with his shield.

What followed this was five minutes of ruthless fighting as the three fighters sent lethal blows at each other. To any ordinary mortal, the fight would have looked like three blurs moving around each other at speeds that would be termed as impossible. Even Grover and Annabeth were having a hard time keeping up with the fight going on between Percy and the two Greek legends.

Percy knew that this fight had very high stakes. A loss in this would mean something extremely bad for for the entire world. But for some reason, he also felt a sudden rush of excitement and enthusiasm fill his heart as he fought Leonidas and Odysseus.

He had been in several professional duels, the most recent one being his duel with Artemis. He admitted that individually, nor Leonidas nor Odysseus could match Artemis. But when he was fighting the two of them at the same time, Percy felt like never before.

He felt the battle itself calling out to him, inviting him to carnage and destruction. He had the sudden urge to battle even more. An urge that told him to ask for more opponents to fight. Weirdly enough, Percy didn't feel disturbed, nor worried by this. In fact, he felt excited by this prospect.

A small smile made it's way onto Percy's lips as he dodged and blocked the attacks sent by his opponents, while occasionally throwing in sword-shield combos of his own.

After about fifteen minutes of constant exchange of blows, Percy could feel tiredness creeping into his body. His wound was now giving him some serious pain, restricting his movement drastically. Moreover, the feeling of excitement that he had a few minutes ago was now gone. All that remained of it was the desire to win this fight as soon as possible.

Blocking Odysseus' next strike, Percy pushed forward with his sword, something that Odysseus had not anticipated. The Legendary king of Ithaca stumbled back, trying to maintain his balance. Using this time, Percy sidestepped out of Leonidas' spear strike and jumped in the air. Raising his legs so his thighs touched his stomach, Percy pushed forward with his legs. Hitting Leonidas' shield with his legs, Percy applied force with his legs. Launching himself off the shield, Percy did a backflip in the air, before landing on his feet, away from his opponents.

Percy then tapped his shield near his armhold, making the shield shrink back into his Atlantean silver watch. Reaching his socks, Percy pulled out one of his throwing knives and held them in a fighting grip.

Rushing forward again, Percy slid to the ground and skidded from between Odysseus' legs.

While doing so, Percy extended both his sword and his knife to his sides. The result of this was both of Odysseus' legs getting sliced off. The now legless king of Ithaca fell to the ground face first.

Standing immediately, Percy threw his throwing knife at the approaching figure of Leonidas in ordert to distract him for a moment. Using this moment, Percy raised his sword and brought it down in a terrifying arc of death. The sword hit Odysseus' neck and chopped his head off his body in a clean swipe.

Turning around, Percy came face to face with his last opponent - Leonidas, the Champion of Ares himself. Leonidas was easily the best fighter of the four warriors that Ares had summoned earlier. Beating him wouldn't be easy, especially with Percy's injury restricting his movements and flexibility.

Getting ready to attack, Percy saw that Leonidas had once again taken his standard Spartan defense position. Raising Riptide, Percy ran towards the Spartan king and at the last moment, sidestepped out of the way of Leonidas' spear.

Seeing that his technique wasn't working on Percy, Leonidas threw his spear at Percy as hard as he could. Percy was surprised by this, but not enough so that he wouldn't be able to dodge it.

Stepping out of the spear's trajectory, Percy straightened up and faced Leonidas again, just to see that the Spartan king had drawn out his sword. Now, the battle was equal, sword and shield against sword and throwing knife.

Or so Leonidas thought it was. While with a spear Leonidas would be almost equally matched to Percy, with a sword, he was no match for the extremely talented son of Poseidon.

Percy knew that he was clearly in control of the battle from the moment when their swords clashed for the first time. His skills outclassed Leonidas completely, giving him the upper hand in the battle. The only reason Leonidas had survived fighting against him for the last five minutes was that his defense was extraordinary. He had somehow managed to block each and every strike Percy had delivered.

Never having been one to lose his patience during a fight, Percy kept on attacking with the same energy and vigour. Victory was finally visible to him after having defeated three Legendary warriors and a huge pig. He wasn't going to let it get away now.

Pushing himself past limits he didn't even know he had, percy increased the speed and power behind his attacks. Each strike that he delivered caused a stinging pain in his abdomen, but he didn't let the pain bother him as he tried to end the battle as fast as he could.

Leonidas' defense was good, but in the end, Percy's attack was proven better when he managed to hit Leonidas' shield with his sword and then close the distance between them to cross the hilt of his throwing knife with the hilt of Leonidas' sword. Faster than lightning, Percy twisted his left hand, causing the Leonidas' skeletal fist to break-off his body and fall to the ground. What now remained was a one handed Leonidas, with a shield in his remaining hand.

Not wasting a moment, Percy restarted his ruthless and relentless attack against Leonidas. The king of Sparta tried to dodge Percy's strikes with his shield, but couldn't keep up with the son of Poseidon. With an extremely powerful sword strike from the prince of Atlantis, Leonidas' shield was sent flying in the air. Now, he stood unarmed and one-handed in front of Percy.

But then again, Leonidas was a Spartan. A warrior who didn't admit defeat until he was standing in front of the judges of the Underworld themselves. He rushed towards Percy and tried to kick the son of Poseidon.

Percy sighed and caught the Spartan's leg with his hand. Twisting it with a sudden, powerful jerk, he broke off Leonidas' leg and threw it away.

"You were a good opponent, king of Sparta. An opponent I will always remember. Now, return to your rightful place in the Underworld." Percy spoke as he slashed at the Spartan's neck with his sword. The skeletal neck was chopped off completely as Leonidas fell to the floor, defeated by Perseus, son of Poseidon.

Having defeated all of his opponents, Percy slowly stood tall to his full height and cracked his neck again. Just as slowly, he turned to where Ares was standing and met the god of war's eyes.

Percy took great satisfaction in seeing the look of utter shock and slight awe on the God's face. Ares had not imagined this outcome, that was for sure. Spinning his throwing knife in his hand with his knife with skills that would make even Artemis jealous, Percy held it in a perfect throwing position and launched it in Ares' direction.

The God of war saw the knife coming towards him, but did not move by even an inch, not looking even slightly bothered. Sure enough, the knife passed from right beside his head, nicking a few of his hair, but otherwise, not even touching his skin.

Ares smirked cruelly and then let out a booming laugh. "Haha. Looks like you missed, son of Poseidon." He spoke confidently as he ran a hand through his hair, pulling out the broken locks.

Percy was silent for a few moments, before he let a smug smirk make it's way onto his face. "Oh no. I am sure I hit the target perfectly." He spoke mysteriously, before pointing behind Ares.

The god of war looked behind him, only to find that Percy's knife had hit the baseball cap that was Hades' helm of Darkness. The knife had pierced through it and carried it towards the nearest wall, where it was now sticking out of.

Ares growled in anger and reached out to grab the knife, when the knife vanished along with the helm of Darkness. Confused, Ares turned around and saw Percy holding the knife in one hand, while the Helm of Darkness was present in his other arm.

"Enchanted knife, you imbecile." Percy taunted as he let out a loud whistle.

About two seconds later, shadows started to form and gather beside Percy as the son of Poseidon stepped away from them.

After growing a bit, the sphere of shadows blasted and revealed Alecto standing there, looking as hideous as ever.

The Fury did not pay any attention to the others as her eyes were fixated on the baseball cap in Percy's hand. Her soulless eyes widened as she shrieked out in horror. "You idiot!! You damaged the lord's weapon."

Percy shrugged and replied nonchalantly, "The deal was that I return his weapon, was it not? Well, here it is. Also, I am sure that he can just have it repaired by some cyclopes in Atlantis once I am done with this quest. Consider it as a gesture of goodwill from my side."

Alecto looked about as sure as a teacher believing a student's excuse for not doing his homework, which was not at all. But even she could see that Percy was not in a good mood at the time. And she definitely did not want to be on the business end of his sword again, preferably never.

The torturer of Hades just nodded and flapped her wings nervously. Percy meanwhile stepped towards her and held out the Helm of Darkness. Looking Alecto straight in her soulless eyes, Percy spoke in a cool voice. "Tell Lord Hades that the prince of Atlantis sends his regards."

Alecto's eyes widened dramatically when she heard the term that Percy had referred to himself as. Without wasting any further moment, the Fury nodded and flapped her wings. Flying into the air, she did a one eighty degree and dived straight towards the ground. The moment she reached the ground, she immediately disappeared into an array of shadows, taking the Helm of Darkness with her.

Having taken care of this business, Percy was about to confront Ares when he felt his senses scream at him to run, to get away from where he was standing. A moment later, he heard Annabeth scream, "Percyy!!!!!"

But before he could react, the sky rumbled loudly and a humongous bolt of lightning shot from the sky and hit Percy straight on his chest.

Percy was not a stranger to pain. In fact, the longest time that he had gone without getting hurt was thirty seven minutes. But the pain he felt the moment the lightning bolt hit his chest was something that beat every other painful feeling by a huge difference.

His mind was struck on only one thought- Aggghhhhhh!!!!

His limbs felt jelly and his chest burned so badly, like molten lava was being poured on it.

Percy knew that it wasn't true, but he could swear that the skin on his face was melting off slowly. He could feel himself getting pushed further into the sand as the continuous stream of electricity kept hitting him. The electricity coursing through his body was lighting a disco in his body, making his body shudder violently.

Unable to process this pain, Percy closed his eyes and fell into the partially calming realm of unconsciousness.

On the surface, Annabeth was still screaming at the sight of her friend getting hit by the biggest lightning bolt she had ever seen in her life. Grover had already fainted beside her, unable to comprehend what was going on.

Even from a distance, Annabeth could feel her hair standing straight due to the electricity.

Turning around from the scene, the daughter of Athena saw Ares standing near his bike with the Master Bolt pointing towards the direction where Percy was getting electrocuted. The cylindrical can was now glowing with power as it sparkled with electricity. Ares had a maniacal grin on his face as he took great delight in seeing Percy get hit by extremely powerful lightning.

"You bastard!! That is the most cowardly act I have ever seen. Stop it this moment." Annabeth screamed as Ares turned his attention to her. The grin present on the god of war's mouth vanished as he growled dangerously, causing Annabeth to take a step back in fear.

"Shut up, little girl. The punk disrespected me. He is lucky that this is the only punishment I am giving him." Ares snarled as he turned his attention back to Percy.

The lightning had now subsided, as there was only so much that Ares could do with a weapon that was not his own. But even then, the lightning that had hit Percy was enough to kill a battalion of full grown cyclopes. Maybe even pulverize an immortal. There was no chance that the son of Poseidon could have survived it.

Ares placed the bolt into his bike and then started to walk towards Percy, all the while whistling the tune to 'John Wick'.

As he reached the trench that had been formed around Percy, Ares peeked into it and let out a booming laugh. Bending down, Ares reached out and grabbed Percy's limp body by the leg and dragged it onto the plain ground.

Once the body was on the sand, Annabeth finally got a good look at it. What she saw made her throw up immediately. Percy's body, which was referred to as 'royal' was now looking like a dead, homeless corpse. His shirt had been completely burnt off his chest.

His shoes had suffered the same. Luckily, he still had his pants on.

His hair was dishevelled, looking exactly like a rat's nest. His face was covered in dust and soot, with his mouth bleeding heavily. His hands were bent at odd angles, making Annabeth cringe as she saw them.

But what was probably the worst part was the spot where the lightning had hit him on his chest. The spot now had a deep wound in it, which was steaming and bleeding at the same time. His eyes were closed, his breathing almost negligible. No, cross that. His breathing had stopped completely. The son of Poseidon was dead.

Percy didn't know where he was, but all around him, there was nothing but darkness. The last thing he could remember was getting hit by that bloody lightning bolt. Remembering about it, Percy winced and looked down at his chest, at the spot where he had been hit. To his utter shock, he couldn't see anything, not even his body. Darkness was the only thing in sight around him. He couldn't even see his own hand, even when he brought it as near to his face as he could. Was he in another dreamscape? Or worse, was he dead?

"While that was amusing, let me assure you that you aren't dead." A smooth, charismatic voice spoke.

"Oh great! Another fucking voice." Percy groaned loudly as the voice chuckled.

"You are an interesting one, aren't you?" The voice spoke again, this time in a more amused voice than before.

"Why the fuck do you weirdos always find me?" Percy asked in annoyance as he tried to locate the voice. But as expected, it was omnipresent, meaning that there was no way Percy could pinpoint a specific location of origin for the voice.

"Hmmm. Maybe because you are a weirdo yourself. A child of two pantheons. An abomination. A mistake that is being used for their own profit. Oh! How thou haveth fallen, father dear." The voice spoke, this time with a bit of anger and annoyance in it.

"Are you one of Kronos' minions? If you are, spare yourself the trouble. The answer is no, I will not join you." Percy spoke hotly.

"Who in dad's name is Kronos? I do not know any such being. As for asking you to join me, why would I do that? I do not need a pathetic weakling like you. The only reason I even bothered to visit you is because I feel his bloodline in you. Even after I made sure that it was destroyed, his bloodline still survived. But worry not, I won't kill you now. As they say, revenge is best when it is served ripe. So, this time, I will help you. But make sure you survive, abomination, because there might not be a next time." The voice spoke as Percy felt a strong feeling of fear fill him. This being was definitely not joking around. And the way it had called him a weakling made Percy almost want to believe him.

Before Percy could speak or even contemplate the matter, he felt himself being drawn out of the darkness. With a jolt, he felt the feel of being in control of his body. His senses started functioning as he gauged his surroundings.

He could hear Ares taunting his dead body, calling him pathetic. The bloody war god would pay for this. Percy would make sure that Ares suffered.

Leaving the thoughts about that mysterious voice out of his mind for the moment, Percy concentrated and called onto his snake slit eyes and his snake reflexes, which were three times faster than his own. And considering Percy's normal reflexes were nothing to joke about, Ares was going to get annihilated by the snake reflexes.

Ares was now getting tired of taunting the body, or maybe it was just because his tiny brain had gotten exhausted after working so much in order to find new insults for Percy. He was just about to summon some vultures to devour the body, when he felt a slight shake in Percy's body.

In order to confirm that the son of Poseidon was indeed dead, Ares reached out and placed his palm on Percy's arm, checking his pulse.

Ares' eyes widened dramatically when he saw Percy's eyes snap open to reveal terrifying yellow snake slits surrounded by the royal blue colour. Before Ares could pull back, Percy's left hand shot out and grabbed Ares' throat.

The son of Poseidon wasted no time in bringing his right fist in a jaw-breaking punch to Ares' jaw. The god of war's face jerked sideways as Percy let go of his neck. Ares stumbled to the ground beside him and spit out some blood that had oozed out as a result of him biting his tongue from the punch that Percy had delivered to his face.

In a flash, Percy was standing on his feet, and the next moment, he was standing beside Ares. Percy grabbed Ares' face in his hands and brought it down on his knee while simultaneously bringing his right knee up to hit Ares' face.

Percy's knee hit Ares' face hard, causing his face to jerk backwards. A horrible cracking sound emanating from Ares' face indicated that the move had broken his nose, causing blood to spew out.

The next moment, Percy stepped back and delivered an extremely hard kick to Ares' stomach, making the god of war hit the ground with a thud, groaning in pain.

Steadying himself, Percy glanced at the sand on his clothes and dusted his pants. Seeing that he had no shirt, he sighed. "That was one of my favourites, you imbecile." He muttered in annoyance.

Looking behind him, he saw Annabeth staring at him with awe, relief and fear at the same time. Percy didn't even know that fear and relief could be expressed at the same time. But then again, the fairer sex could make anything possible.

The moment he met eyes with Annabeth, she flinched and looked away, confusing Percy. Then he realized that she was obviously terrified of his snake eyes. So, he closed looked away and held his hand up, showing her his palm as a signal that it was still him. He would not harm her.

Before he could see her reaction, Percy felt movement behind him and moved to his side just in time to dodge a stab sent by Ares' at his stomach.

Immediately after the stab, Ares sent a slash to Percy's legs. Having already predicted this move, Percy did a backflip and put some distance between him and Ares.

Glaring at Ares, Percy spoke, "A cowardly strike to my back. Just what I expected from you. You are a pathetic excuse for a God, Ares. Now, try defeating me while I am facing you. Mano a Mano, Ares. Ever heard of it?"

Enraged by the son of Poseidon's taunts, Ares roared loudly and charged at Percy with his sword raised above his head.

Percy reached into his pocket and pulled out his trusty ball-point pen. Uncapping it, Percy smirked at the sight of his pen expanding into his sword. Seeing that Ares was sending a strike to his left shoulder, Percy put his left leg back and dropped to the ground. Before Ares could strike, Percy sent a cartwheel kick to his legs, making the god of war fall to the ground.

Standing up, Percy looked down at the ground and spoke, "Pathetic. That anger of yours makes you nothing but a stupid oaf."

Stepping back, Percy waited for Ares to get to his feet like any honourable warrior would do. Once Ares was onto his feet, Percy raised his hand and waved at Ares to come at him.

Ares roared again and charged at Percy. Percy waited for the last moment, before lifting the hilt of his sword and pushing Ares' sword holding fist to the side. This sent Ares' sword strike to the side, not even nicking Percy.

The next few moments were the same, with Percy using minimal movements, which were enough to deflect Ares' blows. But even he knew that as fun as it was to humiliate Ares, he had a deadline to return the bolt to his uncle.

Finally, even Ares seemed to have had enough of this as he roared a little louder than usual. Charging at Percy, he sent a sword strike to Percy's left shoulder, followed immediately by a left hook to Percy's jaw.

Percy deflected Ares' sword strike with his sword and then bent down immediately to dodge the punch. While he was bent, Percy slashed with his sword and cut a huge gash into Ares' abdomen, making the God scream in pain.

Percy jumped and got into an aerial horizontal position, parallel to the ground. Pulling his legs back, he thrusted them outwards with full force, kicking Ares in the chest. Percy fell to the ground, while Ares was sent stumbling back by the force of the kick.

Percy immediately got to his feet and took his stance. But Ares' next actions completely confused him. Instead of getting up and charging like an idiot, Ares slowly rose to his feet and popped his shoulders.

Turning around, Ares faced Percy. The son of Poseidon took a step back when he saw Ares' eyes shining a blood red colour, like blood.

Ares' teeth got sharper and so did his nails. He grew about a foot taller and got so buff that it looked like a professional body builder on steroids.

The broad sword in his hands vanished and was replaced by a huge battleaxe, which took both of Ares' hands to lift. His hair grew longer and covered his eyes.

Percy's eyes widened when he realized what was happening. Ares had broken past his anger limit. He had now entered his animalistic rage. Now he would think and act like a crazed animal, killing whatever he saw. Killing would be putting an understatement to it. Ares would now literally rip apart each and every living thing in his path.

Percy reached to his left hand and tapped his watch, expanding it to form his shield. He was sure he would be needing it now.

With a jerk that would definitely give anyone a whiplash, Ares lifted his head and locked his blood red eyes on Percy. A raw, animalistic snarl escaped his lips as he raised his battleaxe and charged at Percy.

Percy saw Ares' attack and tried to block it with his shield. But the moment Ares' attack met Percy's shield, Percy felt overwhelming pain as the brunt power behind Ares' attack hit his shoulder, dislocating it on the spot.

The battleaxe tore through Percy's shield as if it was made of paper. Luckily for Percy, the shield slowed down Ares' attack so that the tip of his battleaxe stopped mere centimetres away from Percy's shoulder.

Percy hissed in pain and dropped his shield to the ground. He stumbled backwards, clutching his now dislocated left shoulder with his good hand. For the first time, Percy felt fear creep into his heart at the sight of Ares. But then again, it wasn't Ares that was standing in front of him. It was a monster among monsters. A true God of War.

Was it too late to say sorry for insulting him?

Probably.

Ignoring his broken shoulder for the moment, Percy saw Ares running at him again. This time, Percy saw Ares' attack and stumbled out of the way. This went on for another five minutes, with Ares attacking Percy relentlessly, and the son of Poseidon dodging each and every attack. There were times when Percy got nicked by Ares' blade, but it was nothing compared to his aching, broken shoulder. Percy had never been so thankful about the fact that he had snake reflexes than he was now, because if it weren't for them, he would have been dead about ten times already.

Now, there was only one way to win this fight, use the water to help him. Percy was not proud of it, but he knew that he needed to use

this method if he wanted to survive. He knew that defeating an animalistic Ares in the condition that he was in was impossible. Not even a miracle would make him win. He needed to call on to his father's domain.

Dodging another one of Ares' attacks, Percy put some distance between them and closed his eyes. Calling to the water, Percy opened his eyes and raised his good hand. One attack, that was all he would use the water for. He wanted to win this as fairly as possible.

Accumulating the water into a sphere, Percy shot the sphere towards Ares with speeds that would make Hermes jealous. The water sphere hit Ares straight on the face, making him stumble back and fall to his butt.

Taking advantage of this moment of Ares' distracted state, Percy ran forward and stabbed his sword straight into Ares' stomach. To Percy's utter dismay, all that the stab did was pierce through Ares' skin and lodge in the bare surface of Ares' stomach. It would hurt, sure, but it wasn't the winning move that Percy had imagined it would be. Not by a long shot.

Ares groaned in pain and tried to swat Percy away with the hilt of his battleaxe, but Percy was faster as he bent to the ground, letting the hilt of Ares' weapon pass from above his head.

Percy pulled his sword back from Ares' abdomen and slashed at his hand with all the force that his good hand could muster. The sword hit Ares' hand, creating a 'clang' noise of metal clashing against metal.

Percy's eyes widened as he felt the rigidity of Ares' hand. All that his sword strike had did was make a dent in Ares' hand. A fucking dent!!

How the fuck could a hand dent??

Percy lifted his sword and made another strike, this time at Ares' head. But unfortunately, the God of War blocked it by raising his hand. Percy's sword hit Ares' hand, causing another clang noise. Vibrations ran up Percy's arms, causing him to drop the sword and jump away from Ares' body.

This just gave Ares a chance to get to his legs and lunge at Percy. Percy tried to step away, but was just a second slow as Ares grabbed him by his broken shoulder.

Percy screamed out in pain as Ares clutched his broken shoulder tightly and lifted him into the air. Ares raised Percy till they were eye level and then glared straight at Percy with all the hatred he could muster.

Percy closed his eyes, trying to find enough energy to escape Ares' clutch. But pretty soon, he found that all efforts were futile as Ares was just too strong.

Closing his eyes, Percy waited for the final squeeze to come. Just as he had resigned himself to his fate, he heard the annoying, yet somewhat comforting voice of the idiot that lived in his head.

"Damnn! I go MIA for about a few days and you somehow manage to get your shoulder dislocated and chest cut open. Dude! What the actual fuck?" Ikol spoke.

'Oh. How nice of you to wake up?' Percy mocked Ikol condescendingly, with a heavy amount of sarcasm in his voice.

"Hey! Being sassy is my forte. Stay with yours - being an idiot. As for me waking up, I was simply recharging." Ikol shot back without missing a beat.

Percy internally groaned. 'I can't believe we are having this discussion right now. Anyway, any tips to get out of this one?'

"Oh. That's very easy. Your good hand is free. Use it to hit him about an inch below his ear. Hit as hard as you can and see the magic." Ikol replied.

Percy opened his eyes and decided to go ahead with Ikol's suggestion. Gathering all the strength he could in his right hand, Percy raised the hand and brought his fingers to Ares' neck at the spot Ikol had mentioned.

The moment Percy's fingers pressed the spot on Ares' neck, Ares' eyes rolled to the back of his head and his grip on Percy's shoulder loosened, allowing Percy to escape out of his clutches.

Percy dropped to the ground and skidded back from Ares, putting a safe distance between them. Rubbing his broken shoulder slowly, Percy asked Ikol mentally, 'Damm! That was effective. How did you know about it?'

Percy could hear Ikol sigh inside his mind. "Your father had a grip ten times stronger than that buffoon. Had to study about all his pressure spots in order to escape him."

Percy nodded dumbly, storing away some more information about his blood father. He was going to ask more about his dad, but Ikol had already predicted this.

"Nuh-uh. I told you that you would get to know more in time. Ikol out." Percy felt the connection between them switch off.

Concentrating back on the fight, Percy saw that Ares had recovered from the acupuncture and was now rubbing his neck vigorously. Getting to his feet, Percy pulled out his sword and charged at Ares.

The animal that was the God of War faced Percy and made a wild swipe at Percy. Percy dodged his hand easily and attacked his leg with Riptide.

The result was same as the one with Ares' hand. The sword had absolutely no effect on Ares' leg.

Frustrated, Percy groaned loudly and thought of his further strategy. This was like the damn Leviathan skin again.

Wait minute... The Leviathan nail blades!!!

Using his imperial gold gladiī could easily turn the battle in his favour. Why hadn't he thought of this before?

"As I told you, the reason is that you are an idiot." Ikol piped up, before again switching off the connection between them.

Percy decided to ignore the idiot and pulled out his twin golden rings. Percy kept one back into his pocket, before putting the other one on his finger. Percy twisted the ring, making it glow a bright golden colour. When the light died down, an imperial gold gladius was now resting in Percy's hand.

Getting into a ready position, Percy charged at Ares. Ares had by now figured out that Percy's hand was not causing him any harm. So, this time when Percy brought his sword near Ares, the god of war raised his hand to block it.

Percy had used all his strength in making the strike. A slicing sound of the gladius cutting straight through Ares' hand was heard in the air as Ares' amputated hand dropped to the ground.

Percy ran past Ares and let a smirk spread on his lips when he saw the golden ichor on his sword.

Ares felt a stinging pain in his right hand, and looked down to chech what it was. To his utter shock and horror, he saw that he no longer had a right hand. Percy's sword had cut off his hand as if it was butter. All that remained now was a bloody stub which was spewing out ichor like a broken fountain.

The shock soon turned to pain as Ares started to shout in pain, not at all used to the feeling of getting hurt in this animalistic form. Not even Hercules' club could have hurt him in this state. How did the puny demigod's gladius cut off his arm so easily.

Percy knew that giving Ares time was just going to increase his anger. And right now, that would be extremely bad for Percy. So, Percy ran at Ares and raised his sword. Faster than even Ares could comprehend, Percy made a series of slashes to the God of War's chest.

Ares could feel nothing but the cold touch of imperial gold from Percy's sword. The wounds were coming at speeds that couldn't be comprehended. It was like one of those scenes from anime where the protagonist made a series of super-speed slashes to the antagonist's body, before running forward and smirking when the antagonist was chopped to pieces. Except that Percy wasn't exactly chopping Ares into pieces.

Just as said above, Percy finished his strikes and ran forward, facing away from Ares. In his mind, Percy counted to three and then turned his gladius back to his ring. He then stood up straight, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Behind him, Ares fell to his knees, shrinking back to his normal seven foot tall form. Slumping forward, Ares then face-planted into the ground, knocked out from the wounds he had received.

Percy himself fell to his knees, ready to collapse from the exhaustion his body had suffered through. He couldn't even remember the last time he had a good, comfortable rest.

But then, a small smile made it's way onto his face. He had succeeded in his quest. He had stopped the divine war that could possibly destroy the world.

Oh fuck! The Master bolt had to be returned to Zeus. The world wasn't safe till then.

With great trouble, Percy managed to get to his feet. At one point, he was about to collapse, when he felt a pair of hands grab his good hand and neck and support him. Looking to his side, Percy saw Annabeth looking at him with a mixture of so many expressions, that he wasn't even going to bother guessing them all. He just gave her a small smile and nod, one which was returned.

With Annabeth's support, Percy managed to walk to Ares' bike. Reaching the bike, Percy reached out and grabbed the Master Bolt from inside and handed it to Annabeth, who looked at him in confusion and surprise.

Percy ignored it and walked to the nearest wall. Reaching it, he ran towards it and crashed into it with his left shoulder. A sickening crunch from his shoulder signalled that his dislocated shoulder had been rejoined. Percy bit his lip hard in order to suppress a scream of pain.

Giving his injured shoulder a few tentative rolls, Percy nodded at the feeling and walked back to Annabeth. The two questers then walked back to the beach, where Annabeth went on to wake Grover up, while Percy walked towards the water.

Reaching the water, he called onto the water to clean off the sand and dried blood along with the fresh blood that was stuck to his wounds. He didn't really have the time to heal his wounds at the moment, he would do it later.

Having cleaned his wound, he looked down at the spot on his chest where the lightning bolt had hit him and was shocked to find that a glaring red scar was present at the spot. And the funny thing was that it was actually in the shape of a figurative lightning bolt, like Pikachu's tail.

Percy brought his hand up to his new scar and touched it gently. It stung a little at first, but Percy ignored the pain and traced his scar. He was sure that not even immortality would make this scar disappear from his skin. After all, it was given to him by one of the four strongest weapons of the Greek Pantheon.

Well, he had heard Triton tell him once that ladies really liked scars. But it was not like he needed any more ladies for whom he had romantic feelings for. Four were already more than enough.

Walking back to his friends, Percy saw that Grover had woken up. Bending down next to his friend, Percy asked, "How are you feeling?"

Grover raised his head to see Percy, but the sight made him gasp loudly. Percy looked like a homeless orphan, what with his dishevelled hair and lack of a shirt and shoes. But the worst part was the scar on his chest.

Sensing that Grover was going to say something like "I'm sorry" or "It was my fault", Percy decided to intervene and prevent that kind of bullshit. "Don't. I chose to battle Ares. And I am proud of this scar. I took it as a man."

Grover could do nothing but nod, not knowing what to say. Seeing that they were done with business Percy over there, Percy got up and walked towards the unconscious form of Ares.

His friends followed him there as they stood together, ready to leave the scene.

Percy took his backpack back from Annabeth and brought out his ocean blue pearl from inside. Holding it in his hand, he signalled for his friends to do the same.

While Grover tried to find his pearl, Percy met Annabeth's eyes. He could see that she had started to put two and two together. Considering that she was smart even for a child of Athena, Percy knew that she would eventually reach to the most probable conclusion. Locking eyes with her, he mouthed, 'Later'. Annabeth nodded to this.

When finally all three of them had their pearls out, Percy spoke, "You both should head back to camp and tell Chiron about the quest. I will deliver the bolt, this traitor, and then return to camp."

Grover protested with, "Shouldn't we accompany you to Olympus to deliver the bolt?"

Percy shook his head. "Absolutely not. By now, I am pretty sure that the situation on Olympus has escalated. I don't want anything to happen to the two of you. This was my quest, so if anyone should take the risk, it has to be me."

Grover wanted to protest, but he knew how stubborn his friend was. It was as if he was a prince who knew how to make a point. Grover just didn't know how right he was with this.

Seeing that no one opposed him, Percy nodded and continued. "Now, let me tell you how these pearls work. Just think of the place you want to go to and stomp on the pearl. The pearl will mist travel you there."

Annabeth and Grover nodded, before throwing their pearls to the ground and stepping on them. As soon as the pearls burst, a layer of water enveloped Grover and Annabeth's bodies, before they disappeared, leaving a soft mist behind.

Percy looked down at Ares' unconscious form and grabbed his leg. Tossing his pearl to the ground, Percy imagined the gates of Olympus from a picture his father had once shown him, a long time ago.

Sure enough, Percy was able to make a clear image of the gates in his head. He stomped on the pearl, and then relished in the feeling of the water enveloping his body. He felt his body turning into mist, and while it would be terrifying to others, it was actually calming and refreshing for Percy.

When Percy opened his eyes, he was standing in a place he had always wanted to visit. The home of the Greek Gods, Mount Olympus.

Percy looked around him excitedly, seeing all the houses and shops made out of the finest quality white marble and sandstone. Seeing all the immortals and nymphs moving around wearing white chitons, Percy got the feeling of being back home.

Percy had to admit, Olympus was beautiful. But still, for him, the most beautiful place was his father's palace back in Atlantis, his home.

Percy glanced down at Ares' still unconscious body and let an evil smirk onto his face. What he was going to do next was definitely going to bring Ares' reputation to the ground with a thud.

Grabbing Ares' leg, Percy started to drag his body down the streets of Olympus, walking towards the direction of the Olympian throne room, where the Gods were currently present.

Looking at a statue of the original Perseus holding Medusa's head by her snake hair, Percy had another idea, one even better than what he had planned. Letting go of Ares' leg, Percy bent down and grabbed Ares by his hair. He then started to drag the God of War through the streets of Olympus by his hair.

As he passed through the alleys of Olympus, immortals and nymphs alike turned their heads and gasped as they saw a shirtless twelve year old kid drag the seven foot tall God of War through the streets of Olympus. Even more shocking was that Ares was missing a hand and was covered head to toe in his own ichor.

Nobody even dared to come in Percy's way. If he had defeated the God of War in such a humiliating way, they definitely didn't want to make him mad at them.

Percy completely ignored the spectators, as his attention was solely focused on the path in front of him. He had gotten used to people staring at him when he walked down the streets of Atlantis. This was no different to that.

Percy could very clearly see that Olympus was designed just like a mortal city in many aspects. The corners of the city of Gods was home to the nymphs and other spirits that lived there. The nearer you got to the city, the higher the standard of the beings living there was. As Percy crossed the area with the palaces of Minor gods, he saw an insanely beautiful area with twelve humongous palaces. Each palace was as big as the palaces of five minor gods combined.

The largest of the palaces was glaringly obvious to identify. It was the cloud-grey palace with a huge eagle statue at the top. The palace of Zeus and Hera, king and queen of Olympus.

Percy did not pay the other palaces much attention, but he did get a good look at his father's palace. It was definitely not as big as Zeus' palace, but that was obvious. Poseidon'd palace was coral blue, and had a statue of Poseidon standing behind Amphitrite, who was seated on a rock in the center of the ocean. Poseidon held his trident with one hand, while his other hand was resting on Amphitrite's shoulder.

Smiling at the sight of the statue, Percy turned away and started to walk in the direction of the Throne room.

He had moved about three steps, when he heard the sound of lightning cackling in the sky. It seemed that the argument had finally begun.

Percy increased his pace, not letting Ares' body slow him down. He needed to get to the Throne room fast.

When Percy reached the Olympian throne room, his jaw dropped open. The hall was humongous, about the size of Madison square garden. It was pure white, with intricate carvings present on the walls.

The doors to the throne room were large, with the symbols of the twelve Olympians carved on them.

Taking a deep breath, Percy walked forward and pushed the doors open. Walking inside, Percy stopped in his tracks and observed as every single pair of eyes landed on him, studying him. At the same time, Percy heard twelve gasps from the gods sitting in the room when they saw who he was dragging behind him.

The loudest gasp was from Hera, who recognized her son immediately and started to stand up, most probably to vaporize Percy.

She would have gone through with her plan, but Poseidon extended his trident and placed it at Hera's throat, glaring at her dangerously.

"Remain seated." Poseidon ordered in a cold voice, making each and every god other than Zeus shiver in their seats.

Zeus looked extremely mad at seeing Percy dragging his son, but he grit his teeth and suppressed his anger, not wanting to anger his elder brother even more.

"What is the meaning of this, son of Poseidon?" Zeus spoke out through gritted teeth, his fingers sparking with electricity.

Percy locked eyes with Zeus and spoke, "I came here for two purposes, Lord Zeus. First, to deliver your Master Bolt to you. Second, to hand over the lightning thief to the Olympian council."

"What do you mean by lightning thief? We know that the bolt is in the possession of your father, boy. Don't try to mislead the council." Zeus boomed out, clearly angry that Percy was accusing his son.

Percy stood firm to his ground, not even flinching when Zeus shouted at him. Instead, he just replied, "Lord Zeus, with all due respect, I just battled your son, got struck by your Master Bolt, had my shoulder dislocated and then almost died about three times in the last hour. Trust me when I say that I don't even have the energy to come up with a lie."

"Such impudence. I should strike you down for this, boy." Zeus thundered as he raised his hand to blast Percy.

Before Zeus could act any further, he was smacked right in the face by Poseidon's trident. The next moment, Poseidon was standing in front of Zeus, with his right leg on Zeus' chest, slowly applying pressure. His trident was about two inches away from Zeus' eyes, ready to strike the King of Olympus any moment.

"No one harms my son, Zeus. Put one finger on him, and I will make sure you don't see the next day. Am I fucking understood?" Poseidon spat out, glaring at Zeus with dark green eyes.

The two sons of Kronos engaged in a heated eye contact for the next minute, before Zeus slowly nodded his head. Poseidon nodded his head to show his approval and pulled back his weapon.

"Why such a fuss about a demigod, Poseidon? He is after all just a result of your infidelity to your wife." Hera spat as she was still mad that Percy had hurt her eldest son.

Poseidon stared hard at Hera, making the Queen of Olympus look away. "I love my wife and I have vowed to never cheat on her again, Hera. As for Perseus here, he is not just a demigod."

Poseidon rose from his seat and shrunk to his normal human height. Walking towards Percy, Poseidon put his hand around Percy's shoulder and pulled him in for a one-handed hug. Turning back to the council, Poseidon announced loudly, "Meet Perseus, son of Poseidon and Amphitrite, Prince of Atlantis and second in line to the throne of Atlantis."

Another round of gasps were heard throughout the room as the gods learned of Percy's real identity.

As expected, it was Athena who spoke first

"How is it possible? If he were your and Lady Amphitrite's son, wouldn't he be immortal?"

Poseidon nodded at her question. "If he were our son, sure. But then again, Perseus here, is the son of a friend of mine. Amphitrite and I have but adopted him as our own. So, he is mortal. "

Athena nodded and put on a thinking face, studying Percy intently. Meanwhile, Zeus was the next to react.

"Why was this information kept secret from us? I was right, wasn't I? Poseidon is trying to dethrone me by playing clever politics." Zeus screamed, before standing up and glaring at Poseidon.

Poseidon rolled his eyes, along with half the Olympian council. "Congratulations brother! Your IQ just dropped by another ten points." Poseidon snarked as he shook his head at Zeus in disappointment.

Percy decided to break the conversation. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the Master Bolt. Holding it above his head, he spoke, "Lord Zeus. Here, take your Master Bolt."

Percy threw the cylindrical can to Zeus, who opened his palm and caught the Master Bolt. Immediately, the cylindrical can expanded and formed the Master Bolt, cackling with energy as it was held by its true owner.

Zeus was distracted for a few moments as he inspected his Master Bolt. After through inspection of the bolt, he finally looked up.

"Hmmm. It is not damaged, luckily for you."

Percy groaned at his arrogance and mumbled. "Yeah yeah. You're welcome."

Zeus then spoke. "Do you want to say something, son of Poseidon?"

Percy nodded his head and spoke. "Yeah. I'm tired, so I will be going now. Need some sleep after fighting the idiot. Goodbye." He turned to his father.

"Send me to camp, dad. We will speak later. Also, send me to someplace quiet, preferably straight into your cabin." Percy spoke.

Poseidon nodded and snapped his fingers, making Percy disappear in mist.

Percy felt himself disappear in the mist and reform again. Opening his eyes, he expected to see the walls of his father's cabin, but instead, he was mer with several pairs of eyes staring at him in surprise. Surprise that soon changed to interest.

Looking down, Percy saw that his father had transported him smack in the middle of the dining pavilion, where the demigods were having dinner. Now, the demigods were surrounding him, asking him questions about the quest.

Looking up at the sky, Percy glared and spoke, "Not funny, dad. Not funny at all."

Anddd wrappp!!

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A/N

200k fucking words done!! Yipee!

I can't describe how happy I am right now. I had never imagined that I would cross this milestone. But here we are.

Ending the lightning thief arc with a bang!!

So, how was it?

Was it worth the wait?

Which was your favourite part?

Were the fight scenes good?

Who do you think the mysterious voice belongs to? Comment your answers.

Also, Ikol, the man with a plan is back in action finally. Excited?

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