Welcome everybody to the next chapter. A battle you've all been waiting for but first, very Important so READ!

Notes on Power Levels:

I know I did this before but I feel like it needs more elaboration. Before I used Bleach comparisons and I'll do it again to explain power levels. If the gods have traditionally three states, then it mirrors the Shinigami.

Zanpakuto Standard = Mortal Form

Shikai Release = Godly Form

Bankai Release = Divine Form

However, for gods like Primordials who can't assume divine form in the mortal plain and are fundamentally more powerful, they are more comparable to the Arrancar/Espadas.

Standard Espada = Mortal Form and Godly Form (They won't use it much and it's just an increase in power but not much else since they have the unique features of their Manifestations of Power)

Resurrection/ Resurrection, Segundo Etapa = Release of the Manifestation that pushes their power to a semi-divine state which allows them to fight near their fullest without breaking Chaos' laws.

So, just like the Shinigami needed to use Bankai to even push the Espada to using resurrection, the same applies to the primordial versus regular gods. Of course, just because their stronger doesn't mean the Olympians can't hurt them.

Note: I know some will comment on Hyperion's fight being to long in some cases and then others will wonder why Artemis can put up such a fight and that is simple. Jason didn't fight while in proper control and only dominated after using his manifestation. Also, Hyperion had escaped for a few weeks and wasn't blessed by Pontus with more power. Hyperion was WEAK and RUSTY so obviously he wasn't much.

Artemis is the STRONGEST Olympian goddess and can't be dismissed as a threat.

ALSO: A lot of the time these stories work without really explaining the mechanics of the world or how things work which I am trying to set for this AU. In this case, a lot of human physics is either incomplete or incorrect since they can't attribute for mystic forms and elements beyond their comprehension. Like, if they got a same of god blood the best they'd get is comparing it to liquid nuclear energy. They don't know about literal god particles such as Ether that takes up the 'empty' space out of the atmosphere and in all substances which is why any god can breathe underwater (unless drowned by a water deity) or in a place such as the House of Primordials.

So please no complaints about the physics don't work like that or such since I'm trying to fill in my own info on it.

Alright, now that that's out of the way, ENJOY!


Raven almost sighed as her eyes drifted around, a knot of guilt forming in her gut as she took in the sight around her. She sat near the edge of their 'rescue' encampment within the borders of the Third District, watching as all manner of mortal volunteers, satyrs, nymphs, and such tended to the demigods literally dragged and plucked out of the battlefield. Her heart ached seeing so many of them looking so shaken and tense, as if expecting immediate death to things even worse.

She knew that those brought had wanted to leave the fight for one reason or another, thanks to the combined efforts of her mother and father to subtly inspect dreams and desires the same evening of Annabeth's departure to verify who to spare. Granted they couldn't allow themselves to be recognized by said demigods during their investigations, otherwise only one chatty demigod was needed to tip off the Olympians to their efforts. Still, in an effort to keep the Olympians and army in general off balance, their kidnapping attempts couldn't exactly be gentle leading to more fear and confusion for the taken mortals.

Raven herself had been one charged with such a task, making use of her relative tiny presence to hide in treetops and shadows saturated with the power of her step-mother and father respectively. Still, she'd mostly done quick snatch-and-grabs before returning to the field and it was only now after having picked up most of the easily separated targets that she took a moment to rest in the camp. But that's what lead her now to seeing just what state they were in.

Even with her other step-mother, Hestia, being present and radiating a sense of warmth and safety as she tended to the demigods as well, the sheer combination of shock from the sudden attack and kidnapping to the pressure and tension inherently present during times of war was pushing many of them to and past the point of mental collapse. Raven also felt sick at seeing just how many of these demigods were barely teens and just not ready for battle like this.

She understood why so many were at the age though. Crude as it was, the simple matter is that when people celebrate, people fuck. Especially gods with the ability to be in many locations at once. After the second Titan War and Giant War, she was fairly sure many gods including those merely hiding in their homes as demigods laid down their lives were all too ready to go out and celebrate as if they played a part in it. Considering over a decade has passed since the wars it made sense a large portion of the increased demigods population was entirely new generations rather than other demigods finally being recognized and brought to the camps thanks to her father's first request to the gods.

And now those same demigods were being dragged into it and used as cannon fodder because the Olympians couldn't fight their own battles.

Sure she knew her own father had been this young and faced similar or even worse horrors ever since Zeus had his bolt stolen but he had been willing to an extent. Each time something happened, he had a personal reason for going and seeing things through and even then he'd readily admitted that half the time he was scared out of his mind and unsure what to do. But these children didn't have the personal drive or reason to fight other than fear of their own leaders or vague obligation thanks to being filled with notions of glory and duty.

But there was no glory to be gained here, no power or riches. Just a near hopeless battle, watching as their own fall and on the off chance that somehow the Olympians win, it would only be an empty victory for the demigods as they watch said gods crow and strut about, completely forgetting the loses and traumas inflicted on the mortals amongst them. Her fist balled up as she pictured it easily, her own substantial godly aura flaring in response making some of those working in the camp to pause and look in her direction.

Luckily another presence flared up momentarily making Raven glance up and look to it. Her icy blue eyes met the honeyed gold of her fellow Valkyrie, Piper, as the demigoddess sat several meters away while holding onto the crying form of her own sister, Tracy, another one taken from within chaos of the attack. The message was clear; to calm down otherwise her agitation would only serve to further aggravate the demigods brought in. She sighed with a nod as her power settled out and Piper returned her attention to her sister.

Raven suppressed the desire to sigh again as she took her eyes off them, instead looking at the rest of the camp only to zero in on a cluster of blondes. At the center was Athena attempting to calm and reassure her own children which consisted of one of the larger groups brought in. Almost glued to her side was her youngest daughter present, Lola, if Raven remembered correctly, still wrapped up in a small blanket and now holding Anesi, Athena's puppy, in her arms snuggly. That little one had latched on like a tick the moment she saw her mother and had refused to be separated until Athena had spotted Raven herself and made an odd request.

Raven had questioned at the time why she needed to go to Medusa and Athena's (temporarily?) home to pick up the pup. But seeing the results as Athena diverted Lola's focus to the puppy even if Lola still refused to be more than three feet away from her mother but at least Athena could more evenly share her attention. Still, even from here Raven could see Athena's sadness as she tried to comfort her children and any others that might be near, especially now that the goddess showed a far more empathetic and caring side than ever previously witnessed.

"Rough stuff isn't it?" a deep voice rumbled beside her.

She glanced up to see the familiar face of Hercules, the large god having been standing close by for some time himself after having handled a particularly agitated demigod. Raven didn't know what was said but after one demigod, possibly a son of Hephaestus given the build and size, had been brought in he'd still been on offensive. He'd swung around his hammer and rapidly scanning for any attacks after suddenly falling out a shadow portal causing any close nymphs and mortals to back up.

Luckily Hercules had been close and with the skill honed over millennia combined with a surprising level of speed, had disarmed and restrained the demigod with his bare hands before speaking calmly to the panicking mortal. Raven had watched as the demigod mumbled something back and slowly looking around before going almost limp and tearing up while Hercules patted him of the back reassuringly. She hadn't stuck around to see what else went on before returning to the forests to get another demigod.

Still, returning to his question she went with a very unlady-like grunt which still seemed to be sufficient answer for him going by his nodding in response. How he got anything remotely satisfying as a response form that, she wasn't sure. However, with her continued silence he spoke again.

"War never was pretty or honorable, regardless of how many authors glorify it, how poets romanticize it, or how leaders vouch for it and the possible gains from it. It's Hell and in the end there are no victors … only the survivors." Hercules then paused as he looked down at Raven, his electric blue eyes pinning her to the spot. "And now, it's a lesson all these demigods are sadly being forced to take. At the very least we are here to help some and now none of these have to fight any more."

Raven softly nodded at that, taking comfort that these demigods were at least removed from the fighting and wouldn't be needing to any time soon. So, with a deep breath she stood back up and shook her legs, getting ready to head back out into the battlefield. There were still demigods that could be brought in scattered around. However, before she could mentally decide on where to shadow travel, a shrill scream followed by other short shrieks, gasps, and worried murmurs broke out from the camp.

Both Raven and Hercules wheeled on the spot, their choice weapons drawn as they scanned for any possible enemies but instead only saw more and more heads looking up and pointing. Following the action, Raven tilted her head up only to cover her mouth in shock at what she saw.

The moon, glowing a harsh silvery light far above them, its surface littered with craters. However, where once were small and numerous markings were now absent, instead one massive crater close to the center stood out. Raven almost couldn't believe her eyes and jumped as another one suddenly formed on the right side. Her eyes widened as she watched on, transfixed as more craters and trenches formed along the surface, having a strong guess as to what was going on.

"Papa …"


Artemis, Same Time

Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she moved, racing across the barren landscape only to meet in another collision with the bastard, crushing the sterile rock around them and kicking up waves of dust only to be blown away in the same shockwaves. He met her head on, matching her unrestrained strength much to her fury, those eyes of black flame and icy pupils never leaving her.

So much was said in their gaze as both separated, Artemis with her two knives at the ready while Jackson remained with only one of his blades. Was he not taking her seriously? Did he think this was a joke!? Whatever it was, the fact that he wasn't apparently fighting at his full and still looking at her with those damn eyes only brought her wrath to new heights.

"What's wrong goddess, having doubts?" he asked, his voice having returned to normal along with his appearance even if he stood at an equal thirty feet in size to her.

"Hardly," she bit back as she readied herself, looking for any and all openings in his stance. "Just thinking of what I'll do once I have your head on a pike!" she shouted as she charged at him again, moving in a silvery blur.

Percy didn't respond as he blocked her first slash before sidestepping the following thrust with her second knife. She internally cursed as she kept the offensive, her arms moving on sheer instinct as Percy maneuvered in and out of her slashes with contemptuous ease. Then, like a coiled viper he struck, making a low stab aimed for her gut. She was too close to backpedal out of reach so she step in and arched her back in response, mentally cursing at the unsteady position it left her in. She awkwardly spun and crossed her knives in time to bloke as the stab turned into a rising slash half-way through but it took her eyes off his free hand.

She only noticed too late as his right hand clamped down on her braced forearm and before she could react or shake him loose, he pulled her up and off her feet. Finding herself momentarily upside down threw off her sense of direction and so she received a punishing blow for it. With a grunt Percy pulled her back, slamming her head first into the unforgiving ground with a boom that she was sure could have been seen and heard on earth.

Regardless before she could even try to recover she felt the same pull, ripping her from the ground and then throwing her. She felt her back plow through stone and dirt, creating another trench on the surface of her moon before she finally skidded to a stop. She hastily stood as she shook her head, steadying herself before looking back in the direction she was thrown from.

There, clear as day even if over a mile away was Jackson, calmly walking in her direction as his gaze easily found hers. How she hated it. That steady unwavering look, not only looking at her but almost seeming to pierce the flesh and look beyond it to her very core, judging her, dismissing her. She grit her teeth as her power flared more around her, the moon literally pulsing with her anger.

The ground beneath her began to shake and crack as her frame glowed in an intense silver, the pressure around her rising to the point the relative gravity around her was increasing. Her state did not go unnoticed judging by how Percy paused in his approach, his eyes taking a wearier glint, not that it would do him any good. With an animalistic roar she blasted forward, her arms and knives glowing in silver.

Jackson's eyes widened as she closed in on him in seconds and barely brought up his sword as she slashed down. He grunted as his knees almost buckled, the ground underneath giving way like wet sand. She wasn't letting up though as she thrust her left knife forward, watching as Percy glanced at it and made to possibly knock her hand off course with his free hand.

It was a feint.

Half-way her stab stopped and out from behind it her swinging left leg appeared. With no time to bloke Jackson took the full brunt of a devastating side-kick to the ribs and much to Artemis' glee, she felt the cracking of bone. The blow followed through as Percy was sent careening back, his body skipping like a flat stone and carving up the surface of the moon as Artemis gave chase.

She caught up to him before he could even stop and could only place a guard up as Artemis flipped her right knife into a reverse grip before driving that hand into a downward punch, slamming into his crossed arms, driving him into the ground. She could see him wince slightly but before she could keep the pressure his eyes narrowed on her.

His arms opened the guard and instead of grabbing her right hand with his own right like she would have expected, instead she felt a knee get driven into the side of her inner left thigh. Grunting as she stumbled to the side with the unexpected blow, she watched as he kicked up backwards only to end in a peculiar hand-stand. However she didn't even have time to question the unorthodox stance before he spun his legs around in a windmill fashion, his left foot slamming into her shoulder and punting her back.

The force wasn't enough to blow her off her feet or anything but it didn't make her slide back enough for him to regain his footing, breathing harder as his Viking sword remained trained at his left side. She readied her own weapons, having already learned the hard way that relaxing even slightly would lead to further injury on her part. They stayed in silence for several minutes, neither moving before suddenly Percy rushed her.

She met his charge, her knives colliding against his sword as they strained against each other, their faces barely a foot or two apart. They struggled against each other, both glaring with hatred in their eyes.

"You know, I always wondered," Percy began, suddenly speaking up as they continued in their stalemate. "… Why was it that you were so willing to follow Poseidon's orders?"

"Wha-?" she was about to ask, caught off guard by the sudden question but that lapse in concentration proved painful as in that moment a fist was plowed into her gut, winding her as she slide back.

She coughed as she looked back at him, spitting out a wad of ichor as he continued on even as he slowly lowered his right fist.

"I used to think maybe it was some irrational hatred on your part, what with me having saved you several times. What, did you think I'd take advantage of such a debt, that I would be a typical, piggish male?" he asked with a sneer as he slowly started to paced, circling her as she stood in place. "Come on Arty," he said in a near drawl as his eyes glowed with cold amusement as she grit her teeth, her face following him. "What makes you tick?"

Artemis remained silent for a while, watching as he circled like a predator already sure of having caught his prey. The ease in his posture, the tone of his voice, way his eyes looked at her. She wanted to rip it all apart … but until then, maybe she could get some things off her chest.

"You were a threat," she finally said as her grip tightened around her knives.

"Oh?" he responded with a pause, one eyebrow quirked up.

"After Zoe, I couldn't risk other hunters becoming 'friends' with you only for it to get worse," she continued in a seething voice as she glared holes into him. "I wouldn't stand for losing them to you!" she suddenly shouted as she attacked, coming in with an overhead swing.

Percy saw it though and sidestepped it, the edges of her knives almost grazing his side as he swung at her and connected, the edge of his sword biting into side of her suite but failing to cut past the micro-scales within it in time. Not wanting to risk another direct hit that might get passed her armor, she jumped back, clearing several dozen feet before landing with her eyes trained on him.

"That suite's tougher than it looks," he idly commented as he glanced down at the small cut just below her ribs before looking to her face. "But really? You didn't want to risk your hunters being tempted? And I thought you'd let them leave willingly if they so wished?"

Her silence was his answer but he didn't seem to care as he continued on.

"Hmm, I could see how that might work out but still, to go so far as to commit unprovoked murder, that's a little far even for you," he said he patted the right side of his ribs with his free hand, nodding to himself.

She internally cursed at that, now knowing that he likely already healed from the fractured ribs just as her own busted lip along with the slight dizziness her earlier head injury had caused. This fight would take longer than she initially thought.

"Still, to murder my mother in cold blood, what could you possibly gain from that?" he asked, his voice becoming colder.

Artemis frowned slightly at the question before replying softly, "I do regret killing your mother but …" she said as her voice hardened as she aimed her knives at him. "It had to be done and if I was ordered to do it again, I would."

Percy snarled at that and lunged at her, his sword coming down in a slash that she managed to bloke even as her legs threatened to buckle, the ground shattering beneath her.

"You have some nerve goddess," he growled as he slowly started to push her back.

"She was the fool!" Artemis replied through grit teeth. "She should have known that gods never give up what's there's and Poseidon was no different!" she shouted as she gave a heave, managing to break their lock if only to rapidly backtrack and avoid getting her face cut.

"And what? So then you just followed orders like a good little bitch!?" he shouted back as he punched where she'd just been standing, shaking the very moon with the force of the blow.

"I did her a favor," Artemis replied as she charged at him, again going into a flurry of slashes. "If I didn't do it, anyone else might have been sent such as Ares. Would you have preferred that!?" she retorted and actually saw Percy pause in his attack before jumping back.

His eyes were trained on her as he seemed to be in thought, Artemis keeping her guard up and preparing for any sort of attack.

"Perhaps," he said lowly before narrowing his eyes at her. "And Paul, what about him?" he asked.

"Irrelevant," Artemis dismissed off hand only to hear a low growl from primordial.

"Guess I couldn't expect any different. Then again, I considered Phoebe irrelevant as well."

"Don't you dare!" she yelled as she rushed him again, wanting nothing more than to silence him before anything else could be said.

"She was just a nuisance and chew toy more than anything," he continued, tilting his head just out of reach of a quick stab before responding with a right cross.

She tried to bloke it but didn't expect the force behind it, feeling her bracer actually groan from the hit as she was forced to jump back or otherwise get blown off her feet. She steadied herself as she glared at the dark god, gritting her teeth as he dared to call Phoebe nothing more than a chew toy.

"And you know what Artemis?" Percy asked as he gave her a dark grin. "Phoebe didn't even get to go to the Underworld."

"W-What?" Artemis asked, almost too surprised to block Percy's sudden rush, his sword colliding between her crossed knives as he looked at her.

"Oh no. After knowing she was your accomplice and when she tried to shoot Andromeda before I could take her, there was no way I was going to give her such an honor," he said before leaning closer to the point she could feel his cooled breath. "I had a cell in Tartarus with her name on it," he continued making her gasp which only made his grin grow. "Sadly her soul only lasted about a month under The Tartarus' tender care before it shattered and dissolved into nothing!" he shouted before ramming his head forward, slamming it into her nose and then delivering a punishing kick in the gut.

She rocketed through the empty space, covering several hundred meters before finally impacting the unforgiving ground. She shakily stood up as she recovered her breath, her hair obscuring her eyes as she played back on his words and Phoebe's apparent fate. Her frame started to shake with barely controlled rage as her mind tortured her with all manner of possible sufferings endured by her dead lover. Every scenario more sick and twisted then the last until … something snapped.

Her frame exploded with pure power, a silver wave of destruction following as the moon glowed and shook to mirror her.

"JACKSON!" she roared before she blasted forward in little more than a silvery blur.

She barely noticed Percy's eyes widening a how quickly she'd closed in on him. He placed his blade to guard but it did little as her glowing fist barreled into it, buckling back as his arms gave under the force. She didn't let up as her knives reappeared in her hands, her left swing at his face as he tilted back but still she managed to cut him along the cheek. Her right came with a thrust and collided with shoulder, right over that jacket of darkness and was met with a sound almost like pierced metal before seeing a spurt of platinum ichor.

Going by his surprised gasp of pain, she knew he'd expected full protection. Using his pain as a distraction she made another slash at his middle, scrapping along the coat but managing to cut in the middle where only his shirt was with another splash of silvery ichor and then another kick to drive him back.

"You should have kept your mouth shut Jackson," she said in a seething voice as she jumped back, her knives disappearing in motes of silver before a blinding glow encompassed her hands. "Because now I'm not just going to kill you but rip apart that mountain and every single person on it!" she screamed as the light faded to reveal a bow.

Unlike her usual bow made of blessed silver, this one looked like it was made of actual, solid moonlight giving off an eerie glow. It had a celestial bronze grip and guard over her knuckles along with a string of woven celestial bronze and solid moonlight. Spanning nearly twenty feet in length from end to end and sporting razor blades along the outer edges, the weapon gave off a pressure that only a symbol of power could.

Without another word she trained the bow on Percy as he recovered his breath, posture immediately falling into millennia of mastery and use as an arrow of moonlight and divine power formed. Percy met her eyes as he looked up at her but she gave nothing away as she let loose. The arrow flew faster than even most immortal eyes could perceive and yet, she saw his arm blur and catch the arrow just before it could pierce his chest even as his feet tore through the group as the force bled off.

He looked like he was going to say something, maybe even taunt her further. However before he could even get a word out the arrow glowed brighter and right as he looked at it…

Boom!

The explosion was comparable to a three metric ton payload, shaking the ground even beneath her feet as dust blocked out the dark god. However she wasn't about to wait for him to recover in any shape of form and soon had another arrow ready. She let loose and watched as the silver streak smashed into the dust cloud and quickly detonating. In the middle of it she saw a dark silhouette move and kept firing. In and out it moved but she just increase the rate of fire, her own arms blurring as arrow after arrow was launched, carpet bombing the land before her.

After minutes of continuous fire she finally stopped, breathing harder after channeling so much of her power. Her solid silver eyes scanned the space before her, hoping against all that the attack was enough to at least seriously injure, if possible even cripple Percy. Her bow wasn't any Master Bolt but that continuous fire still packed enough power to level any mortal city. Silence was all there was, even Percy's signature that had felt like a cold blanket surrounding her had diminished significantly. Minutes passed and the dust cloud was slowly dissipating but even then there was still no sign of Percy. She was almost about to release a breath of relief before she froze as she heard it.

"… Hehe … hehehe …"

The slow, dark chuckle began, carrying a raspy growl within it that made her skin crawl as she reflexively took a step back, eyes finally spotting the silhouette as the dust settled and then, he was revealed. He stood in the center of a field of smoking craters, slouched over with his hair obscuring his eyes and a small smirk as he continued to chuckle. However, he was far from looking good. She could see part of his face, primarily on the left side looked burnt and steaming, bits of platinum ichor oozing out in some open wounds.

The burns continued down the same side of his neck and where once was a coat of darkness was steaming tatters showing the skin beneath had suffered and even some bits of muscle could be seen. His left arm was hanging limp at his side while the shirt was completely gone showing raw skin and the large slash she managed to land before. His right thigh also showed a puncture and burn mark meaning she'd hit him directly at least once. Over all he looked like hell and even then, he still chuckled making the goddess wonder if he hadn't gone crazy himself.

"I have to admit Artemis, I've underestimated you," he said, finally raising his head enough for his eyes of black flames and icy pupils to lock onto hers. "You see, none of us are immune to moments of arrogance which in turn leads getting the rug pulled out from under us. Case and point," he chuckled while opening his arms to better show his battered state. "And I went as far as betting that even in your divine form you wouldn't be enough to push me to actually trying. Well, color me impressed … sadly," he then said in a darker tone as the darkness started to writhe around him. "That means things just got worse for you."

Suddenly shadows started to coil around his injuries as the coat dissolved into a miasma of darkness around him, his wings bursting out of his back as his sword turned into a ring on his left hand. She watched as the darkness started to swirl around him in thick streams, falling off his injuries like obsidian ash to reveal repaired skin. She could even hear some bones cracking and mending.

And the she felt it.

His diminished presence suddenly exploded outward making her physically recoil before a pressure was thrown on her shoulders. What had been like a cold blanket surrounding her suddenly shifted into feeling like being tossed into a pressurized freezer, weighing down on her as even her breathing became labored and feeling of dread started to flow through her veins. She could feel her own legs shaking in response as she saw the whirlpool of darkness before her quickly disperse, revealing a whole new form to her.

Where once his coat of darkness was, now an actual second skin of gleaming darkness covering the entirety of his arms, shoulders, back, and most of his chest save the very center and running down the length to shy his belly button. His jeans tore off just after the knees to show that the same darkness coated his legs and feet leaving the only regular displays of skin being the middle of his chest, neck, and face. His hands ended with icy, dark blue claws much like the few veins running the length and around his body of dark and bright icy blues.

His fangs looked more prominent as well but the features that really got her attention where the wolf ears sticking out of the top of his head and after a quick glance, she also saw a wolf tail waving behind him. She stared at the new being before her, feeling all manner of alarms going off in her head as every nerve she had screamed danger and to retreat. However, the moment he opened his, this time looking like two black orbs missing the white of the eyes with the narrowed, icy blue pupils, she was nailed to the spot.

Slowly he took a breath, flecks of what looked like black fire escaping between his glinting fangs before he started to look at himself, as if seeing it for the first time. Then he looked back at her before giving a fanged grin.

"Well goddess, I hoped you feel honored. After all, you're the first enemy to have faced the full release of my manifestation of power," he said as he gave clenched his fists. "Sadly I can count on one hand how many times I've assumed it after having ascended to full godhood. And for that, you'll have to forgive me if I get a little … wild," he growled as he looked at her again. "Now then," he said as he flexed his right hand before his other sword, the katana, appeared in his grip.

Next thing she knew, in barely a second he was before her, his left claw lashing out and grabbing her throat before she could even gasp and the crushing grip choked her off. His face was right in front of hers, the predatory grin flashed as his eyes glowed with cold malice.

"Let's see how strong you really are …"


With Jason

"I said it once and I'll say it again, you're not going anywhere," Jason said but he only got an incoherent yell as the other god attacked him.

Jason would have shaken his head at such a poor showing as he swung his sword, deflecting the blow meant for his neck before backhanding the unsteady god, knocking him back into some trees. He watched as Apollo shook himself and got up, snarling like a rabid dog as his frame burned in hues of gold before giving the distinct pre-flash denoting teleportation. However, before he could Jason appeared in little more than white blur and unceremoniously slammed the pummel of his blade into Apollo's armored gut, denting the armor and winding the god as he was knocked off his feet.

"This is just getting stupid," he said coolly as he almost casually walked towards the recovering god.

Unlike what mortals thought, Flash teleportation was not instant and took a moment in which time a god would gather their essence, usually to about half way and temporarily assuming divine form before breaching the barriers of space to arrive wherever it is they so choose. Sadly the divine form assumed in flashing was almost false in a sense that skilled or aware gods could use less than half of their essence, such as the primordial gods themselves, to safely flash and still not leave themselves vulnerable to death. At most Jason could make use of the moment to cut Apollo down, but not permanently meaning the god would reform in due time.

That left much to be desired with Jason's mounting frustration. Even if killing Apollo tonight wasn't the intention, he wouldn't have looked a gift horse in the mouth if Apollo had been foolish enough to assume his divine form due to desperation. After all, that was why Percy even went through the trouble of angering Artemis so much and only taking her away after she'd assumed a full divine form that couldn't just be re-sealed in the drop of a hat. So, for now he essentially was forced into a waiting game with the god, bidding his time and letting Apollo's own rampant emotions to keep him off balance and grounded. With that in mind he watched as Apollo stood again, literally feeling the burning of his glare as he responded with a narrowed glare back.

"Still going to try and escape?" Jason asked but only got a snarl back as Apollo suddenly switched his sword into his bow and start firing away golden arrows.

Jason wasn't daunted though as he gripped Revelation with both hands before swiftly swinging his sword, cutting threw arrow after arrow while steadily closing in on Apollo. Once he was only a few paces away he rushed forward while bringing his wings out and using them to shield him from some of the arrows. The moment he was close enough he swung out, the edge of his blade digging into the Celestial bronze bow before knocking it out of the way and disarming the god.

Jason followed up with another swing, this time aiming low and scoring a cut along Apollo's thigh as the god cried out in pain. Using that distraction Jason lashed out with his left hand, grabbing the god by the throat and slamming him into a tree. He watched as Apollo struggled and clawed at his hand even as the god's face remained upturned, his eyes never leaving the moon seen through the break in the trees.

Jason glanced back as well, seeing the smoking craters and cuts marring the surface, feeling the two unique signatures of power even from here. He bet the mortals seeing this from their telescopes were having a field day right about now. He then looked back at Apollo and sighed in frustration. After all his training and efforts, fighting an opponent that couldn't even focus on him was disappointing. However, his musing were cut short as he felt another presence approaching him, making him look back and ignore the god thrashing in his grip.

Out of a break in the trees he saw her approach. Almost a mirror copy of her daughters. Dark and intense brown eyes, tanned skin with dark brown, nearly black hair framing a rather sharp face. Athletic build emphasized in her roman style, Imperial gold armor as her gladius remained primed at her side and shield at the ready.

"Bellona," Jason greeted curtly before looking back to Apollo and wondering how he could fight the approaching goddess and still make sure Apollo didn't escape him.

Luckily it seemed he didn't need to concern himself with such matters as he felt an arrival via shadow travel, one that soon made herself known as she stepped out of the shadow close to him, her lavender eyes nailed to the Roman goddess.

"I'll handle her Jason," Andromeda said as she slowly walked forward, dressed in her own battle clothes similar to her Valkyries with her knives already on hand.

Bellona's eyes shifted over to Andromeda, her posture still guarded as she eyed the winged goddess wearily. It was already known what domains Andy controlled and in other circumstances, seeing a Love goddess fighting in war would have been laughable, but not now. Even if Bellona hadn't seen Andy actually fight and her only former appearance had been once they captured Athena, the power surrounding her along with her obviously trained stance spoke volumes of how dangerous Andromeda actually was.

Still, Jason didn't bother looking as he heard the rush of wind following Andy's charge, or the echoing collision from where the goddesses met. His gaze simply fell on Apollo and not a moment too soon as he saw the golden dagger having formed in Apollo's hand. Sadly he couldn't react in time other than use his free hand to block the knife, watching as the Imperial gold blade pierced through his palm with a splash of his platinum ichor.

He grimaced in pain but didn't let go of Apollo's neck as he looked at the dagger impaled through his left hand before glaring back at Apollo. With a slight shuffle his wings twitched before the top most feather slimmed down. Without any warning his wing curled and lunged forward, impaling Apollo through the forearm and to the tree as the god screamed before Jason tightened his hold choking him off.

'Percy, you'd better hurry up,' he thought as he let the natural lightning in him to coarse out, shocking the god in his grip as he glanced back and up, seeing how darkness and shadows were starting to cover the celestial body…


With Artemis

Pain.

She thought she knew pain. Millennia of facing vicious monsters, fighting and hunting some of the titans that escaped the first war, then the Giant War. She'd been stabbed, cut, and suffered all manner of broken bones in that time. But that fire, nothing compared to it. She'd only been grazed with it so far, in passing cuts and hits that just barely ate past her suite and contacted her skin before fizzling out every time. Yet she almost screamed in agony every time, only made worse whenever he directly touched her. It was just so cold and yet, it burned in turn as well.

Fear.

That was something she also knew, much to her shame and anger. She'd been scared for herself and little family during those first years after her birth and wondering if Hera would leave them alone or not. She'd feared what would happen to her hundreds of times until she built up the wall of aggression and strength that kept her safe. She even recalled a distant memory and the sheer terror of the time when she had been so new to Olympus and nearly been raped before her own aunt Hestia had come to her aid. Never before had she been so scared and felt so defenseless as Hestia turned that long since dead god into charcoal, showing just why Hestia had been feared during the first war.

And yet that just didn't compare to now. Her heart felt like it was being forced to pump from within a vat of ice water, her entire body shaking and sweating as she didn't even fight to kill anymore. No. Now her every action was simply in the desperate bid to survive even as whatever hope she held slowly wilted away.

That demon wouldn't allow anything else.

Her back skidded along the barren grounds of the moon as her cheek screamed from the pain, feeling both as if it was burning and rapidly numbing as well. Finally she came to a stop and just laid there for a moment, looking out to the endless space and sole floating planet. However she had no time to try and admire the view as she quickly flipped over and got up on shaky legs.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

She could hear his every step as he close in, the very sound taunting her as she looked back and had to bite back a whimper of fear. There was Jackson, in all his dark glory as his eyes remained trained on her. The pressure he was giving off was suffocating, making it hard for her to even breath and was now even starting to create a pressure dip around him. His every simple step crushed the ground beneath him, the loose rocks and pebbles being pulverized from his overwhelming power. Her every fight or flight instinct was screaming at her but sadly, flight wasn't possible, she'd already tried but ran into a barrier she had no hope of breaking.

So that left fight with everything she possibly had.

And she did just that, aiming her bow on him and letting loose without another word. In seconds dozens of silvery bolts were already on top of him, each with enough explosive power to level entire city blocks. But this wasn't like before. He knew what they were, what they could do … and how to respond to it. With both swords drawn he moved forward, his casual walk turning into a near sprint even as he swung. She watched as he danced in and out of the arrows, seamlessly cutting through them or dodging by just the smallest margins as he rapidly approached her.

Her firing got desperate as she backpedaled but he just got faster, moving with such speed that her eyes could only make out shadowed after-images. Then, from within the salvo he paused, just long enough for her to see his face. She saw that smirk. The next moment his movement speed doubled and he closed the distance between them while she barely managed to fire three more arrows, the last of which he cut down the length just as it left her bow.

"Too slow," he chuckled as he knocked her bow off aim before spinning as he kneeled, part of his wing slapping her across the face before she felt the sting of his sword dig into her shin.

She screamed as her nerves ignited, only catching a glimpse of small flecks of black fire coating around the cut before it tapered off leaving a crudely cauterized wound. His chuckled endlessly echoed around her and in her head as desperation took control. With him so close her bow was tossed aside as her knives encased in solid moonlight to make them into swords appeared and she swung.

She was simply outclassed though.

Silver blades clashed with obsidian black ones, colliding and sparking as the backlash of the force cut and crushed the ground around them. She tried to use one blade strike to hide the sister one but each ploy was seen through and countered and as the exchange continued she felt tiny cuts get scored against her. One moment she thought she blocked a chop from the katana and next thing, the sword was already moved again and stabbed by her side and then slashed as it was pulled back, effortlessly cutting into her suite and slicing into the bone.

"Come on goddess, there has to be more!" he roared as he stepped back only to jump and bring the katana swinging down.

She brought her swords together in a cross to block, bracing for the pain she knew would come down on her arms and legs going by the monstrous strength of the attack. However, it was a very different pain that met her as she watched, almost too shocked to really register, as the katana sliced through both swords and continued on. It was only by her reflexes that she pulled back in time but it wasn't enough to completely escape as the sword cut into her middle of her collarbone and continued down, trailing down at an angle towards the center before pulling back just at the end of her sternum.

"AAAHHH!" she screamed as she threw herself on her back, clawing at the agony erupting along her chest as she watched the flames eat into the suite and her flesh alike for only a few seconds that felt like hours before they faded out. Only with the quick numbing of the pain following allowed her to steady herself enough to check how badly the injury was.

The sight revealed horrified her as she realized the sword had not cut all the way passed the bone of her chest and ribs, possibly intentionally on Percy's part, but still the damage was significant. The silver suite and Celestial bronze scales meshed into it had been cut and burned away to reveal a good portion of her frostbitten skin and cleavage. Several muscles connections for her left pectoral were severed near the sternum, cutting the strength of her left arm by half at least. She could also see a dense layer of fatty tissue meaning her actual breast had been cut into as well, if only slightly.

Realizing that such an attack would not only scar but had mutilated a such a part of her anatomy pushed Artemis further into desperation as she struggled to get up. However, again her instincts saved her as she ducked and spun, strands of cut hair rapidly falling around her thanks to the pressure both were exerting as she looked at him.

The way his eyes narrowed on her, that small and yet predatory smirk with the point of his fangs peeking out made her feel like a trapped rabbit and both knew it. She wasn't thinking anymore, just reacting, and that led her to lash back even if futile. Her right arm, covered in little nicks and cuts sailed forward, the fist brimming with silver divine energy in a wild cross. Her senses pushed to the limit she watched as her fist moved closer to his face, a speck of hope blossoming in her injured chest as she saw the distance closing.

Until … he made eye contact with her.

She saw it all and could do nothing to react in time. The way he tilted his head just enough so her fist just barely grazed his cheek, the skin steaming from the contact of opposing divine power before he turned towards her fist while opening his mouth. She watched as those fangs radiating an icy mist became apparent as he pulled back his lips and opened his mouth further than a human should. She watched in horror as his mouth moved over her armored wrist before he gave her a side-glance and then…

Crunch!

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she screamed in agony as those fangs pierced through the armor forged by Hephaestus himself, the bracers cracking and caving as Percy increased the pressure, ichor splattering and dripping out of the broken armor.

However it didn't end there as Percy suddenly pulled back like a dog playing tug of war, hauling her off her feet and up as he flicked his head before viciously bringing it down. She could only copy a ragdoll as she felt the bones in her wrist and forearm snap under the sudden tug, bits of broken celestial bronze flying around as she slammed into the ground with a resounding boom. Still not done she felt another pull but couldn't scream with empty lungs as she was flung away like discarded trash.

It had all happened within a few seconds.

Her body rolled and crashed, every hit only agitating her injuries further until she finally pulled to a stop. Her breathing was scratchy and labored making her cough up ichor. Her body screamed even if she didn't move and she'd lost all feeling below her elbow on the right arm but that was almost a blessing in a way.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Just hearing him approach made her nearly start to hyperventilate as she slowly turned her head in his direction, seeing him walking so calmly from several hundred meters away, his eyes finding hers in that moment.

Then she blinked as there was a blur of darkness.

And he was standing right before her, towering over her. She didn't even try to suppress the scream of terror as it erupted from her throat but it never made it passed her lips as his left hand clamped around her jaw, his claws digging into her cheeks as the skin started to dull and numb, cracking with the first signs of frostbite as she helplessly thrashed in his grip. He slowly picked her up even as she kicked at his frame but he wouldn't even budge or seem to notice the hits.

Then, she stopped as he started to chuckle, the deep sound echoing with the prominent growl within it, making her shudder in fear as she looked at him. His chuckling then stopped as he looked at her, his feral features smoothing out before he spoke up.

"Well goddess, you're certainly in a pitiful state if I do say so myself," he said while glancing down at her mangled arm as more ichor pooled beneath her. He snorted before looking at her again. "Normally I'm not the type to go and play with my prey or even talk like this but what can I say? You don't spend fifty years in Tartarus being trained by two of the eldest primordial and not develop a sadistic side which sadly, is all focused on you." He then paused as he looked her up and down again, but this time the way he did made her shudder in a new form of fear. "Now what else to do to you, hmm?"

He gave her a small grin. It was quick and easy, as if done after saying an innocent joke and meant to relax her. It did no such thing as her struggling started again and as she did so, he started talking again.

"Jumping the gun there, aren't we? Well, I can't blame you seeing as how we both know how gods are. Insatiable. We just have this near chronic need to fulfill all manner of desires. To take, to conquer, to show our dominion … and to fuck as we please," he added with a deep, throaty growl that made her shudder in a completely different way much to her horror as Percy grinned. "Would you look at that? Even in these circumstances, there is some tiny piece that reacts with that inner animal we all have and well, even I can't deny that you're very attractive but …" he trailed off before her face was pulled closer as he snarled, his icy blue pupils glowing with a harsh light. "Even the thought of touching you of all beings in such a way disgusts me!"

He finished that with tossing her away but she didn't let herself just fall back like the last time. That had been too close and the new sense of desperation to kill him and adrenaline was giving her a second wind. Instead she rolled with it and managed to fall on her feet, freeing up her hands as she started to condense as much divine power as she could between her arms, uncaring of the mangled, frostbitten sight of her right forearm. The silvery orb started to rapidly form, spinning in itself. The pressure started to build around her as sweat coated her brow and the very ground started to crack beneath her feet.

She glanced up and could see him, having paused in his walk as his eyes zeroed in on the forming attack before he looked to her face and smirked again. Just seeing it turned whatever remained of her earlier fear into anger as she pumped more and more of her power into the veritable bomb she was forming, not caring if she took a good chunk of the moon with it. When her arms were shaking from trying to contain the power she knew it was time and with a last mental command, condensed the orb from being bigger than her head to a ball barely big enough to cover the palm of her left hand.

She clutched onto it and nearly fell over as the sheer density of the power pulled her entire left side down before she grunted as she hefted it like a soft ball about to be pitched. With that she returned her attention to Percy and nearly shrieked when he again appeared right before her … but that wasn't it. She'd made to throw it, irrelevant that she would be in the blast too but then his own right hand lashed forward and clamped down on her left hand … keeping the orb pressed between both their hands. She could only give him a disbelieving glance before the orb started to glow a blinding light and then everything went white…

BOOM!

Pain. She didn't know if she was sent careening above the ground, impacting it, how much time had passed, or even if she'd been blown to pieces. All there was, was pain. Her ears were ringing and her vision constantly came in and out of focus. Then, ever so slowly things started to come into focus and she could see the void above her save for the Earth itself, floating on peacefully. However she then noticed what looked like chunks of rock floating around along with a massive dust cloud. Turning her head she saw that it lead to massive crater possibly a mile away, enormous chunks of broken and steaming rock floating around it or higher off the ground with fissures spreading all around.

But there was something more important that she noticed, or more accurately, no longer noticed. The pressure … it was gone. She extended her senses and nothing! The cold gripping her had vanished. Suddenly, she felt a slight rumbling in her chest before her numbed and cracked lips started to tremble.

"He … hehe … he-haha …"

She started to giggle and laugh, sounding broken even to her own ears but she didn't care. He was gone! She'd done it! She could only thank her lucky stars that her own power couldn't harm her as much as it would someone else and now Percy had paid for it with his arrogance! Oh she couldn't wait to return down to Earth and parade the fact before taking her time to rip apart that damn mountain. But for now she would simply laugh and savor her victory, uncaring of the pain she felt or how exhausted she was and it lasted for several minutes…

"What's so funny?"

Her laughter stopped dead as she heard that voice, her own heart nearly stopping. Slowly and in disbelief she turned her head back in the direction of the massive dust cloud, now seeing a dark silhouette walking out. Soon Percy was revealed calmly walking as he looked at his own right hand. It looked mangled and was missing several fingers but he didn't look at all bothered before clenching it.

She watched as it cracked and twitched before darkness coated it, writhing and condensing before it dispersed in short order to reveal the same, obsidian black skin and fingers tipped with icy dark blue claws. He opened and closed his fist several times as he kept walking before nodding and turned back to face Artemis, his face completely blank.

And it was that blank face that left her with nothing but terror. Suddenly she tried to flail her arms, to get up, to move, anything! Her right didn't respond and one quick look showed that her right arm was literally falling to pieces, frozen chunks of flesh and broken metal flaking off.

Her right arm was useless.

She then tried to turn over with her left and felt the arm move but didn't feel anything touching her hand. She also looked only to gape, seeing the smoldering stump missing the wrist or hand in question and still dripping some ichor between the charred skin. She looked at Percy again and his continued approach before she started kicking her legs and managed to flip herself onto her stomach before trying to get up.

Her legs gave out before she could get on one knee, too tired and injured to even support her own weight. Uncaring she threw herself forward, inching and pushing with the strength she could as her body dragged across the barren ground. She could feel the wetness trailing down her cheeks along with the choked, uneven breathing, hear her own sniffling as she desperately tried to get away.

"N-no … ple-ease …" she mumbled, her voice having lost the underlying depth and power to mirror her exhaustion.

She wanted to go home, to see her mother, brother, father, she didn't care! Just to be anywhere but with this demon. She could hear him walking closer, already assured of his kill as her heart threatened to burst. Then another step was heard closer than the rest before a foot slammed down on her head.

She cried out as her face met the harsh ground, tears still streaming down her face. Then she felt a hand grip her shoulder before flipping her over only for her to see his face just looking down at her again, not a hint of emotion showing through.

Silence fell on them, only interrupted with her chocked sobs as the last of her own hope withered within her aching chest. Now she knew without a doubt that she was about to die and there wasn't anyone or thing that was going to save her. As the minutes passed her sobs mixed with incoherent babble, her own fear overwhelming what little reason and control she had left. She watched through tears as he slowly dropped to one knee beside her, looking down at her with that frigid gaze before sighing slowly.

"So this is it huh?" he asked before looking at his own right hand, slowly opening and closing it. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long to the point calling it an obsession wouldn't be wrong. And then when it was first noticed that I became literally emotionless to counter losing myself to my own hatred, I got scared. The others knew I was going to kill you one way or another but were all worried about what I might lose along the way." He gave a self-depreciating chuckle at that, holding no mirth within it. "And yet here we are. I'd planned thousands of ways to torture you and make you suffer, maybe even incasing you in Voidice and then leaving you trapped within the shadows of the dark side of the moon, leaving you to wither away for eternity in a place only I can find or reach. But …" he paused as her sobs got harder just imagining such a fate and almost trying to ask him to just kill her now.

It looked like he got it as he looked at her before sighing again and then continuing. "… You're already done. I saw it in your eyes just before that explosion and there is no longer a point to keeping you alive for more. I can be sadistic but even I have my limits and I've already spent my anger on you and taken everything you once held dear short of your virtue. Thankfully I am far more in control of myself than some others but regardless, any more is pointless."

He then flexed his hand again before he moved it around her head making her whimper as he rested his hand over her face, only her right eye seeing in between the space of his fingers, the burning sting and numbing cold of his touch making her want to cry more. He then looked at her directly in the eyes, his icy pupils glowing softly even as a sad smile marked his lips.

"Goodbye Artemis, may Lady Chaos keep you," he said softly before his hand … closed.

The last thing she heard was her own muffled scream cut short as her skull was crushed and everything went dark…


He watched as the gory bits of divine flesh and ichor dripped through his fingers, slowly turning into white dust and letting him know that Artemis was well and truly gone. With her passing the moon lost its glow, darkening to the point Percy wondered if it could even be seen from the planet anymore. However it wasn't his concern at the moment. No, that was how he felt as he watched the ashen dust blow away even when there wasn't a single breeze.

His right ear twitched from a random itch but he ignored it for now.

He watched as it faded away and out of sight, even the ichor dissolving into nothing as he remained kneeled down. His breathing was even as he kept looking at the last spot Artemis had been as he checked himself and felt remarkably … empty. His emotions were still there and he was far too aware for it to be another episode for him but with everything said and done concerning the goddess, he was just left as is.

One would think he'd feel jubilant or happy or fulfilled, and any other nonsense considering revenge being served best cold and all that. While maybe true, after the fact there was a grand total of nothing. He hadn't regained anything or taken any prize after the act. He felt calmer knowing his mother and step-father's deaths were avenged while also removing a volatile being that would have presented a threat later on but he wasn't necessarily happy.

He was just … tired.

With that in mind he sighed as he started to shrink down from his thirty foot stature to that of his mortal form, a miasma of darkness flowing off him like spent ash as he reverted to his base form and his manifestation re-sealed itself. It took all of thirty seconds before the process was complete before he inspected himself. His coat of darkness had reformed, covering his body in comforting darkness rather than being another layer of dense, armor-like skin. His wolf features faded away as his fangs decreased to a more appropriate size. His jeans were torn at the bottom but his boots covered the fact and his shirt was still gone though but he had no intention of fixing it at the moment.

Most of his wounds were already healed even his right hand still had a dull ache but that was a given. Considering how much of Artemis' divine energy had been present in and around the wound before he forced it to regenerate far faster than it would have on its own, it wasn't a surprise that his hand had 'divine contamination' and was slowly expelling trace elements of energy left from the late goddess.

Overall he was fine, after all, when you've been trained by the likes of Nyx and Tartarus which included literally having body parts crushed and/or removed as a manner of toughening while tempering a body to withstand the strain of forced regeneration, you learn to keep going regardless of what kind of injuries you take. Didn't mean he didn't curse out both of them during those decades as he was pushed to the absolute limit time and time again.

But now it was done and he just wanted to end the battle still raging near his home and go to bed with his wives. This night was done and with Artemis gone, one of the goals was complete. So as he prepared to shadow travel back the itch he'd felt earlier returned full force making him wince before his eyes widened as he looked at the planet.

It was only now that he realized that itch had been his own charm transmitting a desperate call for help along with the terror of its holder, Cloelia. Narrowing his senses his gaze fell over the continental US, specifically over New York. He released a deep growl as the darkness around him intensified, his mood dropping as anger bubbled up within.

He was tired and ready to turn in but now someone was not only attacking his (possible) charge, but an innocent child no less and that was something he had no mercy for. With a thought he disappeared in a burst of shadow, already prepared to rip apart whoever it might be…


Boom! There you are and I hope everyone enjoyed that fight! I tried my best on it and the action continues with Percy on the warpath after being royally pissed off! Look forward to next time, a pleasure, Jbubu