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Consul of the Underworld: Grinding Phase

Chapter Two: Foreign Interference

Beta: ShadowofAxios

In a dark cavern deep under the earth, with a gaping chasm at its centre a meeting of dark minds was taking place. As if the dark cavern was not sinister enough, from the maw that dominated the chamber dark energy spilled out into the rest of the underground chamber and filled it with a sense of dread. It was so intense that the average soul would collapse from just a moment's exposure to the evils within.

However, standing at the lip of this abyss of evil was a being that emanated an even more intense aura of foul corruption. The depths of evil that it gave off was so strong that even that flowing from the pit recoiled at his presence. It was enshrouded in shadows with only two balefully glowing red eyes piercing through the darkness it had wrapped around itself like a cloak.

"So we have an accord?" The evil being at the edge of the pit said in a masculine voice.

The only response was a rumbling of the cavern.

The red eyes pierced the depths of the abyss with an amused gaze. "You still haven't found your voice have you?"

The ground shook in irritation at the jape, but the owner simply smirked and in the process revealed a set of remarkably white teeth.

"Now, now, no need to get upset at me for pointing out the obvious."

An annoyed grunt echoed from the depths of the abyss.

"About my proposal?"

A small quiver ran along the ground, causing the creature of darkness to grow a malicious smile.

"Excellent. The girl will be handled. I do not like prey escaping my wraith."

The maw released a yawn that shook the entire area.

"Yes, yes. It will be painful. Or as painful as she will let it be. And of course, your plans will be quite entertaining as well."

A dark chuckle emerged from the depths.

The dark figure in the cavern did not join in though, he just smiled even more broadly as his eyes shone with anticipation.

In the skies above Half-Blood Hill, a black crow circled as Chiron gave Percy and his companions a salute with his bow as they set off on their quest to retrieve Zeus' Master Bolt. Watching through the eyes of this crow, her familiar Rhip, Alkaid looked on with some trepidation.

The questers didn't look ready. At all.

The dynamic between the trio seemed fraught with tension. Percy and Annabeth Chase were plagued by the problems stemming from the historic rivalry between their godly parents. At the same time, Chase was still furious at the satyr Grover Underwood over his failure when he brought her and her companions to Camp which had led to her friend Thalia Grace's 'death'. Of course, since Percy considered Underwood his best friend, this just added even more friction to his relationship with Chase.

"It's like looking at a trainwreck. I can't avert my eyes." The daughter of Hades pursed her lips as she leaned back in the chair on the balcony of her hotel room.

"Can you stop mother henning the kid?" Pyrrha asked as she walked over with two plates of food in her hands, courtesy of the room service offered by the Hilton Hotel that they had been staying at after leaving Camp Half-Blood a week ago. "You need to keep your energy up, Herbivore."

"So any leads?" Alkaid asked as she cut her connection with Rhip and focused on her veggie entree.

Since being all but chased out of Camp by Chiron, the couple had been working to stop the brewing Olympian Civil War by trying to find the Master Bolt. Personally Alkaid would have preferred looking for her Father's Helm of Darkness, but knew that while retrieving it for her Father would be nice, the Bolt was the key to stopping the war. Besides her sister Melinoe was already out hunting for the Helm and she didn't want to step on her toes by trying to steal her thunder.

"Sadly no." Pyrrha admitted with a frown as she sat across from her on the balcony. "I've pushed on practically every informant on that list we drew up and none of them knew anything useful."

Alkaid sighed. "No surprise. If it was that easy, the gods would have recovered the Bolt already."

"So what's our next move?"

"Now that Zeus has issued his ultimatum and we've exhausted our possible leads, we need to resort to more drastic options."

"Uh, what do you mean? Ask Melinoe for help? Isn't she busy with her own search?" The redhead asked while nervously shifting in her seat. She had always been uncomfortable when it came to Melinoe, the goddess of ghosts. Alkaid's godly sister didn't like her girlfriend and made sure to bring it up every time they saw each other.

"You're not supposed to know about that, you know that right?"

Pyrrha just rolled her eyes. "Like the two symbols being missing at the same time isn't connected? You said it yourself when you explained things to me, a blind man could see it's part of the same plot. If we're looking for one, we're looking for the other."

"True," Alkaid admitted with a small smile at her lover. "Just don't go around advertising that my Father's Helm is missing or he'll take offense. You know you aren't on his good side."

The daughter of Ares paled a little at the prospect and nodded. No one with any sense wanted to offend the Lord of the Dead.

"That said," Said god's daughter continued. "While you were on the right track, what I was actually thinking was that we should take a leaf out of Sister's book and ask the ghosts for some help."

The redhead just quirked a brow in confusion. "Didn't your sister already do that?"

"She's searching for the Helm, Pyrrha, not the Bolt."

"Wouldn't they be together?"

"Maybe," Alkaid hedged. "But we have no guarantee of that. Besides, people have one track minds at times. I know my Sister does when she's focusing on something. Since she's looking for the Helm, she wouldn't ask any questions about the Bolt."

Pyrrha groaned. "That means we've to practically start from scratch doesn't it?"

"Think of it as an adventure!" Alkaid teased, a glimmer of mirth in her eyes.

Pyrrha just shot her a disbelieving look. "You hate adventure."

"But you love it." The sorceress sniped easily.

The child of war just sighed in defeat and began stuffing herself with food from her plate.

"We'll set off after we finish eating." Alkaid said with a victorious smirk.

If the look of annoyance her lover sent her was any indication, she dearly wished to knock it off her face. That just had the brunette beaming even more broadly, as she dug into her own late lunch.

Interviewing the ghosts that Alkaid had summoned had led them from the base of the Empire State Building along an approximate path for the Bolt all the way through Manhattan and into New Jersey. Not that it had been easy plotting the route out. It had taken them a couple of days doing just that. While the ghosts had been helpfully informative, they couldn't tell the couple what they didn't know and many of them couldn't recognize the difference between the Master Bolt and a particularly fancy light stick. It would have been worse, but thankfully the ghosts nearer Olympus were a little more well informed and gave them a decent starting point. Even then, the demigods had to sort through dozens of leads to get on, what they hoped, was the right track.

Though one constant was that to the spirits, the thief always seemed difficult to describe. At best they managed to give foggy descriptions. Something which was suspicious to the daughter of the dead.

"Jersey, blech." Pyrrha wrinkled her nose as they flew down a road in the State's backwoods on one of Alkaid's magical platforms. Thanks to the Mist, to any mortals that might catch sight of them on this deserted stretch of asphalt, they looked as though they were driving in a car. "Why aren't we using that shadow tunnel of yours?"

"First, it's called Shadow Traveling. Second, it's draining. Thirdly, that's point to point with the intervening distance covered in the shadows. Do you want to miss any potential clues along the way?"

"Argh! Why are all our easy options not options at all?"

"If this was easy, then it would have been resolved ages ago." Alkaid reminded her aggravated girlfriend. "So the last ghost said he saw the thief go down this road, any ideas where he might be heading?"

Pyrrha consulted the map in her hands for a moment. "Anywhere really. This road branches off in every direction, heck there's a major intersection a little ways ahead that leads to the Interstate."

"Where's Hermes when you need him?" Alkaid hung her head. If the god of travel was around, she bet he would have known exactly which way a thief would head to. "I guess we can try our luck at the intersection. Maybe there's a ghost there that's helpful or I can try to scry for any traces of the Bolt that we can follow."

Alkaid cocked her head with a crooked smile on her face, "Let's pray for a dead state trooper or something."

"I'd, um, rather not." Pyrrha confessed as they flew into the intersection.

"Well, we're here." Alkaid said as she stretched out her senses. "Looks like you got lucky. There aren't any ghosts nearby."

This brought a frown to Alkaid's face though. Usually there were ghosts everywhere. If not in the immediate vicinity then at least nearby, heck even inhospitable places like Antarctica was crawling with the spirits of the dead as they used their afterlife to go exploring. That there were no ghosts nearby at all, sent alarm bells ringing in the daughter of Hades' head.

"Shame that." Pyrrha grunted as she stretched her arms. "Wish we had one of Cabin Four with us. Maybe they could talk with some grass or something."

"Pyrrha, quiet. Something's wrong." Alkaid hissed as her eyes jumped everywhere around them as she tried to figure out what was the source of the strangeness in the area.

The redhead noted her worried expression and quickly pulled out her Labrys, "What's up?"

"It's quiet, too-"

"Don't finish that. Gods do not or some shit just might happen."

Pyrrha's warning came too late however as three black and white beams with electricity arcing off them in all directions shot down from the sky. Alkaid reacted quickly and swerved them out of the way as the three beams impacted the spot where they'd been hovering, causing a massive explosion that threw them off the platform to crash gracelessly onto the ground.

Pushing herself to her feet, Alkaid looked up to see a quadrupedal three headed dragon that stood as tall as a skyscraper with smooth gold skin with bluish streaks and spikes erupting from multiple spots on its body descend from the sky. It had a pair of relatively small wings that obviously didn't help with its flight and two long, whip-like tails. Its three heads rested atop three long necks and were each capped by an arrangement of horns that resembled a crown.

"...Shit." Alkaid cursed as she grabbed Pyrrha by the wrist and prepared to Apparate.

"Oh no you don't!" Roared the dragon's middle head.

"You're not getting away!" Screeched the head on the right.

"Not before I, Zahhāk, kills you!" Announced the last head.

Unwilling to accept the Persian god's words, Alkaid tried to pop out of there but nothing happened.

Damn it! He's blocking teleportation, maybe…

Desperate to avoid a fight she didn't think she could win, the sorceress tried to open a shadow door. The shadows rose, but stubbornly refused to coalesce into a portal like she wanted.

Her attempts to escape distracted her however and she failed to notice as the dragon swept one of its tails at her like a bullwhip. Fortunately, Pyrrha had recovered enough of her senses to push them both down in time to avoid being cut in half by the god's appendage.

"Dammit, Kaidy, focus on the dragon!"

Teeth grinding, Alkaid spun around and erected a barrier just in time as one of the god's heads breathed a beam of energy at them. The defense only held for a moment, but it was enough for the couple to run a distance away.

"We need to get out of whatever area of influence his teleportation blocker has." Alkaid whispered to Pyrrha, as they were both forced to dive for cover as another of Zahhāk's heads strafed the area in front of them with a beam. "We can't beat him."

"You think he's gonna let us?" Pyrrha shouted back, as she turned to charge at the dragon god. "I say we beat him black and blue."

"I like that girl." The god's right head said cheerfully.

"Yeah." The left head agreed.

"She's suicidally stupid." The centre head added before breathing a torrent of black and white flames directly at Pyrrha.

Not having that, Alkaid quickly erected seven magical circles to absorb the blow of the breath attack. The first five shields were shattered almost instantly. The sixth slowed it down and the seventh held long enough for the breath attack to fizzle out.

"What part of we can't beat him do you not understand?" Alkaid hissed as she turned to level a series of bombardment spells at the god. The heads just smirked and tanked the massively destructive spells without any noticeable damage. "He's a greater god of destruction! Think an Olympian but able to dish out country wrecking levels of power whenever the heck he wants!"

"Such a flatterer!"

"Yes, not many women speak so kindly of our nature."

"All they tend to do is run and scream. It's rather messy."

Pyrrha just looked conflicted, even as the demigods were forced into evasive gymnastics as the god began lashing out with his tails. Alkaid could understand. Her lover's pride and divinely inherited instincts as a daughter of Ares were screaming at her to fight the god head on, but the logical part of her mind was telling her just how stupid that was.

"Why are you here?" Alkaid stated firmly, her voice unwavering despite the massive god before her even as she was forced to use her geokinesis to counter the earthquake the Persian had caused with a single stomp of one of his clawed feet.

"My father sent me." The god's right head said as he breathed fire at Pyrrha who had taken a swing at one of its tails.

The daughter of Ares cursed and rolled back behind the cover of a series of earthen walls that Alkaid pulled out of the ground just in time.

"The great Angra Mainyu!" The left head continued grandly as if the daughter of Ares' narrow escape was not even worth noting.

"He wants to punish you for the slight of escaping his wrath." The middle head informed them with a vicious reptilian smirk even as it beat its wings and conjured a powerful gust.

Alkaid had to use both her magic and grabbing onto a hastily summoned spire of rock to avoid being blown away. Pyrrha however was swept up by the unnatural wind, thankfully she flew past Alkaid and stretching out the daughter of Hades managed to grab hold of her. Many of the trees and the mounting debris created by the fight were not so lucky and were swept up into the impromptu tempest. The couple would have been crushed more than once if not for Alkaid's magical barriers but they strained under the onslaught. Thankfully, the wind died down before they failed entirely.

"And because he thinks it's fun." The dragon's left head said as it surveyed the devastated area with a pleased gleam in its eyes.

"To add more chaos to the mess you Greeks are in." All three heads said in unison, before they broke out in menacing laughter.

"Leave it to bastards like you to take advantage of this madness." Pyrrha spat out as she gripped her weapon firmly as they hid behind a new earthen wall.

Don't even think about it, Pyrrha. Tactical withdrawal is our only option. Alkaid telepathically screamed at her girlfriend.

Her eyes scanned around the area. There had to be a way through. Zahhāk was by no means a god of magic, nor was he particularly smart. Whatever he was using to block teleportation was no doubt set up as sloppily as his speech pattern.

It can't stretch very far. We just need to make some distance. If you can't overpower your opponent, then outsmart them. The age old go to for a demigod. Duh Alkaid!

"Zahhāk I propose a challenge!" The daughter of Hades shouted at the top of her lungs.

Pyrrha looked at her as if she was crazy while Zahhāk stopped laughing, looking intrigued.

"What challenge does one so small wish to propose?" Zahhāk's heads asked as one, their reptilian eyes all glued to Alkaid.

"A simple one but that will still require great skill. A game of tag where you are 'it'."

"Kaidy?" Pyrrha whispered questioningly. Alkaid didn't really have the time to explain, so just gave her lover a reassuring look that tried to convey how this was all part of a plan. By the way the daughter of Ares frowned but gave a nod in understanding, she wasn't sold on the idea but was willing to run with it.

"Tag?" Zahhāk's right head snapped incredulously.

"How is that a challenge of skill?" The left head asked as it tilted its head in confusion.

The middle head, which Alkaid was quickly realizing was probably the only one with anything resembling brains, just hummed in consideration before muttering under its breath.

"They are tiny. Keeping track of them in this forest would be somewhat challenging."

"It is a waste of time. We should eat them." The right head argued.

The left head shook its head and replied. "But that's boring! We came here to have fun!"

"Shut up, you imbeciles!" The central head shouted at its counterparts. "Can't you see I'm thinking for us?"

Almost there. Just a little more...

Smiling haughtily, the brunette daringly asked, "Are you saying you can't win such a simple game?"

The dragon's great body quivered, as if insulted by her words and that was when Alkaid knew she had him. Them. Whatever.

"What do you two think?" The right head said as he turned to face the other two.

"I think it's fun. This is boring otherwise." The left head agreed with a nod.

"Then it's decided. Run, little demigods! Run!" The middle head roared.

Before Alkaid could even turn, Pyrrha was already next to her. She grabbed her wrist and they started running. A few strides in, Alkaid finished conjuring a platform under them and they flew as fast as they could into the woods that surrounded the area.

"Tag? Seriously?" The daughter of war hissed quietly.

Alkaid shrugged and made a motion with her hand to keep her voice down. She commanded the platform to zig and zag through the trees, in a bid to make it as hard as possible for the god to keep track of them.

It seemed that Zahhāk was giving them a head start, that overconfident ass. Alkaid wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth though and piled on the speed as they swerved through the forest.

Hopefully the tree cover will slow him down.

Their reprieve ended when the forest suddenly rumbled as an explosion erupted with a loud bang. The demigods glanced to the side where something had impacted the ground about a half mile away. The resulting explosion threw up a massive mushroom cloud and created a blastwave so strong that even with the distance between them and the point of impact Alkaid's shields barely protected them against it. They would have been blinded too if not for the sorceress' shields tinting just in time to block out the blinding light.

"Was that a nuclear bomb?" Pyrrha gasped.

"Not quite." Zahhāk's left head said sounding sad.

"No radiation. Mazda's rules." The dragon's right head grumbled.

Ignoring his fellows, the middle head smirked triumphantly as it glared down at them as they stood exposed amidst the flattened landscape. "We've found you, little worms."

Acting as quickly as she could, Alkaid had a dome of rock surge out of the earth to cover the platform they were riding. Willing a tunnel beneath them, the couple escaped underground.

"Did I tell you that you are amazing?" Pyrrha told her.

"Every night." Alkaid retorted with a shaky smile.

A sudden rumble entered the girls' ears as the earth suddenly shifted upwards and the earth around them began to churn as if in a giant blender.

Only her demigod reflexes saved them, as acting on pure instinct Alkaid threw up her hands and surrounded them in a spherical barrier.

"Was that a bunker buster?" Pyrrha whispered in shock.

"A what?" Alkaid asked as their protective bubble pushed its way out of the ruined earth. Moving this much earth with her geokinesis was tiring, especially after the exhausting fight so far, what more doing so while also maintaining a magical defense.

"A bomb that detonates underground and that causes the earth to collapse, destroying everything undergr-" Pyrrha explained as they surfaced only to cut herself off as they both realized they had appeared right in front of Zahhāk's massive dragonic form.

"Found you again, little toys." The god's middle head said while his counterparts smirked down at the demigods hungrily. Wicked tongues washed over their large teeth as they salivated at the prospect of a meal.

"Indeed, it calls for a reward." Alkaid swiftly said as drew a card from her pocket and tossed in the direction of the god.

The card flew between the heads as their eyes all rotated to look at it. The moment they did, it exploded in a blinding ball of magical light right in front of the god's six eyes. He howled in pain as he was blinded and begun stomping around drunkenly.

"Go go go!" Pyrrha shouted as once more the couple fled on the magical platform, the wind whipping their hair back as they weaved through fallen rocks and trees.

Her heart pounding in her ribcage, the green eyed woman focused on going as fast as possible. Pyrrha held her hand tightly and just that small piece of comfort gave a boost to Alkaid's confidence.

They were forced to swerve to the side as a beam of raw energy cut overhead. Glancing over her shoulder, Alkaid saw that Zahhāk had responded to being blinded by firing off attacks in random directions. He was alternating between energy beams, gouts of fire, the occasional orb of energy that flew into the distance to explode like the pseudo nuclear bomb from earlier or cigar shaped projectiles that impacted the ground and threw up massive eruptions of earth like small volcanoes.

Come on, we have to be out of his radius by now right? Alkaid thought as she attempted to Apparate once more. Once again, nothing came of it and frustration gnawed at her.

"You will not escape!" The three heads roared with such godly fury that the whole world seemed to shake in response. Panic crumbled what little hope Alkaid had to escape this monstrosity of a god as she turned just in time to see it unleash a wall of fire.

The light from the black and white flames it breathed from all three heads reflected off the god's scales to make him seem like he was surrounded by a strange, terrifying aura even as the wall of flame spread out from Zahhāk's form in every direction like a tidal wave.

"Faster, Kaidy! Faster!" Pyrrha screamed as she turned to watch the deadly firestorm closing in on them.

"I'm trying!" Alkaid gritted her teeth as she pushed her magical transport faster than she had ever tried. Sweat rolled down her back as the closing wall of fire began to affect them.

"Kaidy, it's closing! Faster!"

Alkaid just gritted her teeth and pushed her magical transport even harder.

The heat of the flames were starting to causing the demigods' skin to burn when Alkaid finally sensed them passing the edge of Zahhāk's wards. It felt like little more than a slight tingle over their skin, but it was more than enough of a sign for the sorceress.

As the fires were inches from washing over them, Alkaid felt Pyrrha moving to shield her with her body. If she hadn't been pouring all her focus into keeping them alive, the daughter of Hades would have smiled at the gesture, pointless though it probably would be if the fire caught up to them.

With an effort of will, the shadows in front of them shaped themselves into a portal that their magical platform shot through and into the safety of the Underworld. However, as they crossed the threshold to safety a dark, malicious voice echoed through their minds.

I'll get you next time. Zahhāk said telepathically before cutting off with a cruel laugh.

Even as the girls tumbled onto the polished floor of Hades' palace, they shivered at the monstrous god's deadly promise. Lying on the floor, the sweaty, exhausted girls panted as they tried to recover from their narrow escape from the one-sided fight.

Shakily getting to her knees, Pyrrha scrambled over to Alkaid. Tears stained her reddish-brown eyes as she smiled at her. Feeling a smile tug at her own lips, Alkaid returned the look as the well built girl pulled her into a tight embrace.

A clearing throat had them both spinning around to see Hades looking down at them with a curious look on his face.

"Would someone explain to me what happened?" The Lord of the Dead demanded.

Both demigods exchanged a look.

"We tracked the Bolt and got jumped by the Persian god, Zahhāk." Alkaid said tiredly from the ground. "I'll explain more later, but right now I need a bath and a good nap."

"Fine. I will get you seperate rooms."

"Too tired to do anything anyways." Pyrrha said as she tiredly helped Alkaid to her feet.

The daughter of Hades nodded in agreement. She was dead on her feet and she was pretty sure Pyrrha was feeling the same.

All she wanted was a nice fluffy bed and silk sheets. She could worry about everything else like why Zahhāk was suddenly butting into Olympian affairs later.

Right now, Alkaid just needed rest.

Omake: The After Camp Special

"I still can't believe Chiron did that to you!" Pyrrha fumed as she all but collapsed onto a couch of the suite the couple had checked into at the Hilton.

"I'm not really that surprised." Alkaid said as she began casting a set of wards over the room. "He's not exactly the most unbiased person in the world."

"True, but I never thought- Argh! I'm just so damn pissed at the moment!"

"Trust me. I will not let this slide." Alkaid cooly noted as she finished her warding and sat on the bed, one leg crossed over the other. "An eye for an eye."

Pyrrha nodded in agreement.

"Though I might just need something to do to stop me from acting out on my anger." The daughter of Hades suggested with a heated look at her lover.

Her aforementioned lover just shot her an incredulous look in return. "How can you even be thinking of that right now?"

"Angry sex can be pretty good I hear." The sorceress said in a sultry voice as she shifted into full on seductress mode. "And I'm not kidding about needing a distraction, without it I am liable to teleport back to Camp just to snipe that idiot centaur with a shooting spell. Immortal or not."

Pyrrha swallowed heavily at this, but with the way that her cheeks slowly turned a rosy red Alkaid knew she had her attention. Aiming to stoke her girlfriend's ardor even more, she let her eyes roam the redhead's body with unconcealed want.

"If you say so." Pyrrha grinned as she stood up and walked over, only to be halted when Alkaid's foot held her back.

The daughter of Hades smirked. Almost there.

"Wait just a bit, Py. Do you think normal sex, even normal angry sex is good enough for me right now?" The brunette asked with a coy pout.

The libidinous daughter of Ares just groaned in frustration.

That's right, play to my fiddle.

"Enough with the games, Kaidy! You've got me in the mood and now you're stalling?" Pyrrha growled out. "Out with it! What do ya want?"

"Professor Potter would like to continue detention from last time, Miss Branwen." Alkaid said with a seductive smile as she summoned the specially tailored Catholic schoolgirl uniform she had prepared for just this kind of situation onto the bed beside her.

"Kinky little minx." Pyrrha grumbled, but her flaming cheeks betrayed her. "Fine, if that's what it takes to get me my angry sex then toss 'em here."

With a flick of her finger, the clothes landed in Pyrrha's hands who headed off towards the bathroom to change.

Such a shy thing at times. Alkaid allowed herself to giggle as she transfigured her own clothes.

Gone was the ridiculous orange Camp Half-Blood shirt and jean shorts. They were replaced by more proper attire. She was now sporting a tight blouse that pushed her bust up that was matched by her college blazer that hung off her shoulders. Her long legs were clad in alluring pantyhose and covered by a short pencil skirt.

"Miss Branwen~! Are you ready?" Alkaid called out in an authoritative tone.

"Just a second!" Pyrrha snapped and it caused the brunette to giggle quietly.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened up. Pyrrha walked out with an aggressive stance, no doubt eager for what was to come to blow off some steam.

She was dressed in a white blouse a size too small that barely kept the redhead's bust from bursting out for all to see, this was paired with a red and gold striped tie and kilted skirt that was scandalously short. The outfit was completed by a set of white knee socks and a pair of Mary Janes.

Alkaid couldn't resist licking her lips at the sight.

"You are late, Miss Branwen. I will have to be most strict with you." Alkaid said sternly as she stood up and walked up to circle her lover as if checking her attire.

"Y-Yes Professor Potter." Pyrrha shuffled where she stood before holding back a excited squeal as Alkaid poked her harshly in the chest once.

"What's with this blouse? Why is it so tight? Are you trying to look like a hooker?" Alkaid said in character, even as she leered at her lover's perky breasts for a moment before her gaze dropped lower.

"And why is your skirt so short?" The brunette added, as she flipped the skirt. "Are you trying to flash everyone?"

"Not everyone." Pyrrha replied, getting into the flow of their game. She had a shy look on her face, but the hunger was clear in her eyes.

"Oh? Desperate to entice someone in particular, girl?"

"Yes," The daughter of Ares said with confidence. "You."

"A daring little trollop, aren't you?" Alkaid said with a smirk as she lifted her lover's chin between her fingers and leaned in to plant a rough kiss on her lips.

And so a night of wild and angry passion began.

Done and done! Thanks to the team of Nameless and Axios as always.

And so the hunt for the Bolt and Helm begins! Despite their removal from Camp, Alkaid isn't one to simply let things lay. After all, ghosts know more than one would think. So our wonder duo is off to do what they can to help end the possibility of WW3.

Nameless: This chapter might seem a little short but that's because we wanted to focus on the fight with Zahhāk and ended up overdoing it a little. We did try to add on a little here and there to make things more substantial and closer to what we normally release. Hopefully it wasn't too short for your tastes.

The game of cat and mouse was mostly all Al and Py could do since this guy was basically as powerful as one of the Big Three. You do not fight that, you run from that. And so they did and barely made it to home plate with their lives.

Nameless: So just to clarify the whole god of destruction thing. Basically we're saying Zahhāk is like Typhoon. He can dish out way more punishment than an average divinity without breaking any rules and getting slapped down for it.

For the full lemon version of the omake, check it out on AO3 under The After Camp Special (Lemon Version) by NamelessEngine.

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