Perseus walked through his dungeon past numerous cells on both sides of the hallway. Eventually, he stopped in front of one of them and opened the door. Before him lay Ares, the god seemed to be asleep on the small bed that was against the left wall of the cell. The god's large frame didn't even fit on the bed as his feet stuck out of the end and his left arm hung off the side.. Perseus woke him, Ares jerked awake and his eyes landed on the primordial who loomed above him.

Ares suspected why Perseus had come, he just hoped he was wrong. Unfortunately for him, his theory was correct, Perseus forced Ares to his feet and led him toward a door at the end of the hall. Although he would have never admitted it to anyone, Ares felt nothing but fear at the thought of what would be in store for him. During his first couple of days in his cell, Ares had tried everything he could think of to escape, unfortunately for him nothing he thought of worked.

It seemed that Perseus had been telling the truth when he'd said that the shackles suppressed his strength and powers. Due to that, it was impossible for him to break them, much less break out of the cell. He was trapped and there was nothing he could do to escape.

Despite that, his ego wouldn't allow him to completely give up. He couldn't just let Perseus get the better of him. Just as Perseus reached the door and began opening it, Ares tried to break free of Perseus' grip, for a few moments he did, and he ran toward the opposite end of the hall, where a set of stairs led to the door out of the dungeons. He didn't make it there before Perseus materialized in front of him, and once again grabbed ahold of him. Perseus looked at him before saying, "You might as well give up now Ares, even if you managed to make it out of my dungeons you would be reforming in Tartarus before you could make it out of this palace, and if you continue trying to escape your punishments will only get worse,"

Ares scowled but stayed silent as Perseus began pulling him toward the end of the hall where the door was now open, revealing the many torture implements that sat inside it. Ares gulped, but he did not try to escape again. After they entered the room, Perseus shut the door behind them to ensure that Ares couldn't make any more escape attempts. When Perseus looked at Ares again, he had a smile on his face since he could see the fear that Ares was trying to hide. A shiver went down Ares' spine, as he knew what was coming. Perseus hooked Ares' shackles to a hook on the wall before turning to face the war god.

Fear was flooding Ares' mind, torture was something Ares was familiar with, It was often a part of war after all, as the god of war, he had witnessed many mortals causing each other a great deal of pain, he often found it entertaining to watch mortals tearing each other apart. Now that the tables were turned, and he would be the one getting torn apart he felt nothing but fear.

Once again he considered ways to escape but saw none. Instead, he attempted to brace himself for the pain that he knew would be coming.

Seeing the fear in Ares' eyes put a smile on Perseus' face. He had lots of ideas for what he wanted to do to the war god, he just had to decide what one he wanted to start with. "Ares, I never did tell you or the other Olympians what I am the god of did I,"

"No," Ares replied, trying to hide the fear in his voice.

Perseus replied, "Well then, while we get started I'll fill you in. I am the primordial of water, I was given that domain after Hydros faded. Since then I have learned a few new tricks,"

Perseus' grin remained on his face as he continued speaking, "Water is everywhere, the ground, the air, and in your body,"

Ares held back a scream as he suddenly felt immense pain. It felt like his insides were boiling. Ares grit his teeth, not wanting to give Perseus the satisfaction of hearing him scream despite the excruciating pain he was experiencing. The pain died down a bit as Perseus continued speaking, "Your blood may be a different colour than mortals', but it still contains water, and thus I can control it,"

Ares didn't reply, he was grimacing as he was still in pain. Smirking at him, Perseus continued, "I'm sure you are already aware that there are many other ways I could use water to torture you, but I think I will tell you what one of my other domains is. Before I became a primordial The fates made me a minor god, but I still have those lesser domains, and one of them is torture so I know many ways to cause you pain. By the time I am done with you, you will have experienced more pain than you have ever experienced in your entire immortal life,"

Perseus stepped closer to Ares, a sadistic smile on his face. Ares tried not to show any of his fear as a device he recognized appeared in Perseus's hand. He realized that Perseus must have many different torture devices, perhaps even a version of every device that had ever been invented, he didn't know, and he hoped he wouldn't find out. A shiver went down Ares' spine at the sight of the particular device Perseus held. Ares knew it had been originally used by the Spanish, but the one Perseus held had been forged from celestial bronze. The device had often been called a cat's paw since it resembled a cat's claws, its sharp curved tines would easily slice through flesh leaving long painful wounds behind.

One thing that mortals had invented that Ares liked was horror movies, and the device Perseus was preparing to use on him kind of reminded him of Freddie Krueger's hands, or at least the knives that were attached to them. Regardless Ares didn't dwell on that as Perseus used the device on his exposed chest. Ichor spurted from the wounds, and Ares once again grit his teeth to try and prevent himself from screaming. Eventually, after giving Ares numerous long gashes that were bleeding heavily, Perseus seemed to get bored of that. Perseus snapped his fingers and a large tank of water appeared in the room. What Ares only realized once he ended up in it was that it was full of saltwater, which only made the pain from his wounds worse.

While Perseus was enjoying torturing Ares, The demigods at Camp Half-blood were having a head counsellor's meeting.

"What should we do now?" Nyssa asked,

An uncomfortable silence ensued, The camp was heavily divided on what they should do. Some demigods were still determined to fight, while others wanted to do what Perseus suggested and not get involved anymore. Some demigods were conflicted, unsure what they wanted to do.

Calypso had disappeared from the camp the day of the battle, after Piper told them about her encounter with him, most assumed that Calypso had joined Perseus along with Leo.

Clint, Natasha, and Tony had decided that since Chiron and the gods suspected that Perseus would confront the Romans next, they would go to camp Jupiter to help them. They considered getting some of the other Avengers to come help, but they were sure that they wouldn't be much help against Perseus. Thor might have a slight chance against him, but they doubted that he would be able to defeat Perseus, The hulk wouldn't last long against him either. Regardless they had no clue where Thor and Bruce were. So even if they had wanted to, they couldn't ask them for help.

Chiron was conflicted, his entire life he'd supported the Olympians, They had made him immortal so he could continue to train heroes, The Olympians might not have been the best rulers, but they were certainly better than the Titans, and Ouranos and Gaia. He knew the Olympians would not be pleased if the demigods didn't fight to help defend them. Chiron also knew that during all the years he had known him, Percy Jackson had rarely lied, when Percy had said that he would kill anyone who continued to fight for the gods, Chiron believed him. He was also doubtful that they would be able to defeat Perseus, it was clear that he was extremely powerful, and Chiron had no ideas for how they might defeat him.

Chiron also still cared for Perseus, before he had left camp Percy had been like a son to him. Chiron felt the same way about many of the demigods in his care. Annabeth Chase had also been like a daughter to him, and it pained him that someone he had cared about so much, had taken her from him in such a brutal fashion. Despite that, he also didn't want more demigods to die simply because they refused to stay out of the war.

In short Chiron and the campers were unsure what they should do. They suspected that Perseus would go to Camp Jupiter next, and they knew that Zeus had sent Hermes to warn them of the new threat. The Romans were most likely preparing for battle, although despite their large numbers, it was one they would most likely lose.

Chiron knew that if Perseus had let the battle in Camp Half-Blood continue rather than leaving when he had, he probably would have killed every demigod in the camp. It was clear Perseus was unlike the other foes the demigods had faced in the past, Perseus was unpredictable, and they could not be sure what he would do next.