The New Titans: Fall of Olympus

by Zayden StormVoid

After the 2nd Giant War, Percy, the greatest demigod of all time, believed he could finally live in peace. Fate had something different for him. He has been betrayed, abandoned by all but a few, and now as a new type of immortal, he seeks to tear the corrupt Olympus down. Journey with Percy and his allies and witness a war that will shake the planet to its core. First story.

13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Heil my brothers and sisters of the fanfiction community! I am Lord Zayden StormVoid, grand-writer and story teller of the story known as The New Titans: Fall of Olympus. If you all wish to wonder why I'm talking like a Old Norse person then it is because of the new God of War game that came out that has had my interest and attention to its peak. I wouldn't dare spoil such a game for those who haven't seen and/or play it, but it is an amazing game, it has even given me some pointers for this story, you know, the whole shared relation between Percy and Kratos, both being demigods that turn into godly beings going to war against Olympus. They have a lot in common.

Anyways, I have also seen Avengers Infinity War, and OH MY HOLY FUCKING GOD, IT WAS AMAZING! Great action, great story momentum between all the characters, great character building and hardships, and OH MY GOD THE ENDING! I wouldn't dare spoil it for at least maybe 6 months or when everyone has eventually seen it, which you should. But oh GOD, that movie was one of the few movies that has ever made me laugh, thrilled, pale-face shocked, and cry all at the same time. It is now my number one favorite movie of ALL TIME!...Despite my little brother and sister resenting me for seeing it, even a little angry look from my mother was cast on me.

Plus a LOT of things has happened to me in the span of a few weeks. First the movie, then a whole lot of projects and work to do, then I had my prom! It was amazing and I was actually a straight dancing machine, at least that's what everybody said. I then had an after-party with bowling and lazertag, fun with my friends, and even more than 10 hot girls, who are just friends, wanting to dance with me, despite my anti-social, quiet attitude. I have to admit I looked good in a tux. I felt like a James Bond or Mission Impossible villain, especially since I came in a big black car.

But anyways, enough about me, you guys didn't come here for me to talk about my life, you came for the story. Well, last we left off the Fates are now dead, a new prophecy was spoken, and Percy Jackson has come back to Olympus, in a very dramatic entrance. I also updated some details that I have messed up in the story such as who Khione was with, Ethan or Luke, the answer being Ethan, and Luke with Andromeda. I also took care of a few more small details that I messed up in the story so I updated only small pieces of chapter 11 that some reviews pointed out. Also I changed the title of the last chapter to this one, because of something you guys will make sense of Anyways, now it is time to see what will happen with the Olympians and Percy now that he is back and there to destroy them.

Anyways, as always, I do not own Percy Jackson blah blah blah, it belongs to Rick Riordan blah blah blah, hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Now Let's SNAP to it. (See what did there ;))

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War has Fallen

Location: Quebec, Canada. Boreas's palace.

Time: Around the time of the Olympian meeting

Third POV

Up in the northern part of the world there is Quebec, the popular French-speaking province of North America. Unbeknownst to the mortal world, it is also the home of the god of the Northern winds known as Boreas, and he was not happy.

The wind spirits were acting more wild and chaotic than what you would expect from beings made out of wild, high flowing winds. They have been acting like this for weeks, everyday seemingly harder to control and everyday more wild. After endless weeks of this, the old god of the North was tired and irate, but mostly he was nervous. The wind spirits never usually acted like this. Sure they have had their days were they are bored and chaotic, but never at the rate they were showing. The only times they were ever like this was during the 2nd Titan and Giant Wars, and no one in the North liked that they were acting like this now. It seemed like a warning or an omen of bad things to come, like a sign before the apocalypse.

Little did they know, they weren't half wrong.

Boreas sat on his icy throne, his right hand scratching his chin, in thought of how to relieve him of his collective stress. He thought about letting some of the wind spirits wreck havoc on the mortals for a bit. They are mortals and he is his domain, so he wouldn't care less. He also thought about going out and have his way with some mortal woman, even if it meant rape, which the god of the North relished at, as he is a very cold god (Get it, cold XD). Then he thought about going and torturing Khione, his once favorite child now embarrassing traitor. The thought of torturing the bitch pleased him but it also reawakened another concern in his mind. Lately, he has been experiencing lapses in memory whenever he would visit Khione. Sometimes he would forget why he was there and leave, sometimes he would go into the cell only to find himself walking away as if he forgot about whatever happened. He didn't like it and started to grow suspicious, but, in a sudden compulsion of pride and arrogance, the god of the North dismissed the worry away. She was trapped in a magically sealed cell, cuffed to a wall with magically sealing cuffs and chains, and was guarded by some of his elitist of guards.

There was no way that she ever break free and escape.

Suddenly, an loud explosion resounded across the castle, causing the palace to rumble and icicles to drop from the ceiling. Boreas activated a button on his throne which caused a screen to come out of his chair and float in front of the god. It activated, showing one of his icicle soldiers looking at the screen, while in the background were sounds of destruction, chaos, and screams resounding and platoons of winged warriors flying to somewhere outside the view of the screen.

Boreas shouted at the soldier "What is the meaning if this?! What is happening out there?!"

The soldier responded in a trembling, scared voice "M-M-My lord! I-It's horrible! The prison cells on platform B01 have exploded! She has broken free! The men are trying to contain her but she is wiping us out like ants! There is this weird black ice and snow! Please my lord send reinforcements-AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" As the man shouted his final words he looked to his right and screamed in terror. The last sounds that came from the man was his wailing screams before the screen was covered in black ice and went offline, leaving Boreas's screen filled with nothing but static and his ears ringing with the soldier's screams. Boreas paled drastically at what he saw and what the soldier said. Platform B01 was where she was kept. But how could she have broken free?! And what was this black ice?

Before he could think further, the doors to his throne room exploded into rubble, causing many of the frozen warriors guarding his room to also break into pieces. Boreas rose from his throne, summoning an icicle sword and raising it in defense, trying to see through the smoke and debris. The sounds of heels resounded from the halls. The remaining frozen warriors charged into the smoke and debris, only for sounds of ice breaking and clattering to sounded through the smoke. A shape started to take form from the fog; a women's shape. As the person was fully revealed and the dust finally cleared, Boreas's fears grew into fruition and his eyes widen in terror and worry.

Boreas's bad day became a thousand times worse. He had a feeling it also be his actual last day, period.

Khione stepped out of the smoke and rubble of the once high frozen doors. She wore a blueish-white dress that reached her above her knees and wore blue leggings that seemed to have armor in them. She also wore a light blue leather-like jacket, that also seemed covered in discreet armor, that only reached to the middle of her waist. Her black hair was luscious and wavy, unlike how it normally would look shriveled and miskept in her cell. Her eyes flashed, slightly blueish, and a cold sadistic grin was plastered on her face. But what seemed more scary was the black ice that seemed to appear and spread out wherever her feet stepped on and the massive amount of energy that resonated from her.

Khione smiled at her father and said in a silky, yet malevolent voice "Hello Father. Are you quite alright? You seemed rather stressed." She raised her hands which had black ice being created around them. She responded lastly with "How about I cool you down a bit, hmm?"

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Location: Olympian Throne Room, Olympus

Time: Right after Perseus revealed himself to the Olympians.

Third POV

Olympus was silent. There was no satyrs, nymphs, or immortals deities roaming the streets of the glorious city, no one shopping or selling items in the markets and plazas, the grand city of Olympus seemed empty, void of life. A coincidence, as the Olympians felt the same thing in their throne room.

The Olympians had a flurry of emotions run through their heads, but the most simple ones included: shock, despair, sadness, and fear. Their faces were pale, like sheets of paper, their eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, their hearts beating rapidly fast like a cheetah on gallons of energy drinks. They sat on their throne, or rather were held down on their thrones by a powerful force. That powerful force was their former savior of Olympus, the one they betrayed and cast away: Perseus Jackson.

He stood at the center of the throne room, a sadistic smile on his face that seemed to seep insanity and unpredictability, like he would strike at them at any given time. His outfit that of an assassin blended with a futuristic warrior, black, tech-filled, stealthy, and lethal. His eyes, however, didn't match his smile. The sea-green eyes, that were once filled with mirth, joy, and hope, now were filled with a new, dark, cyan blue, like the color of deadly ice, and what replaced the joyous tone in his eyes were now hate, wrath, and malevolence. If the Olympians didn't know any better, they would have thought that some time-travelling assassin with Percy Jackson's face came to kill them. They would have wished for that instead of this.

Perseus stared at the Olympians, each feeling chills roll up their spines. But Percy's eyes lingered longer at his former father, Poseidon. His smiled twitched a bit and his eyes grew more enraged at seeing the sea god. The sea god, himself, didn't know what to feel. A small part of him still considered him his son and cared for him, whilst the majority of him felt rage, shock, and disappointment come from him when looking at his once pride and joy. Poseidon sometimes wondered how he grew to hate his own blood and to banish him just because he wished for a life of his own. Everyone felt especially tense when the two met eyes and felt a small sigh of relief go inside them when Percy's gaze left the sea god.

The mentioned former son of Poseidon looked around the throne room, from the walls, the thrones, to the very floor. He sighed, memories filling his mind, and he said "Oh man, it is great to back. I can feel the happy memories coming back to me...Oh wait that's right, I don't have any. Most of my memories of this place have been real shitty. For the first time I entered this place I was accused of stealing a glorified lightning rod, of being too powerful or a threat, fought my grandfather and lost a good friend right there, threatened with death, and received looks of anger and menace, and that was just the FIRST WAR." The Olympians flinched at the tone of Percy's voice, it sounded like a man who had only received very bad and painful experiences trying to cover it up with sadistic humor. "Then after the war with Gaea, I received more looks of anger, judgement, and disappointment, I was accused of betrayal and treachery, disowned by my own father," At this Poseidon flinched and looked down, "and then I was cast into LITERAL HELL JUST BECAUSE YOU PARANOID, PRIDEFUL, SELF-RIGHTEOUS and POWERFUL OLYMPIANS CAN'T HANDLE WHEN A LOWLY MORTAL TRIES TO KNOCK SENSE INTO YOU!" A wave of powerful energy washed over the Olympians like a tidal wave; it was almost suffocating.

Perseus breathed in an out, loudly, trying to keep his cool. He then sighed and looked again at the Olympians with his sadistic and malevolent look. He then said "Now I come back and I see that everything I worked for, everything I worked so hard to protect and improve, the very world that I knew and protected, is now worse than when I was banished. You guys have broken yours oaths to keep track of your children, you are disrespecting the minor gods and demigods again, and you guys have some kinda urge to interrogate and threaten any immortal being that isn't 100% fully in line with you'll, threatening them with fading or killing their family. Tisk Tisk, you guys have really gone so low as the Titans."

Percy turned his attention to a wall at the left side of the throne room. It was filled with all of his and his fellow demigods' adventures, from recovering the Master Bolt, to finding the Golden Fleece, to saving Artemis from Atlas, to traversing the Labyrinth, fighting Kronos and the Battle of Manhattan, to the events of the Giant War and the battle against Gaea. It was all there, with Jason, Piper, Leo, Frank, Hazel, Annabeth, Thalia, Nico, and more.

Except for one thing: there was no Percy.

In where Percy would have been depicted were Zane and Ryan, where it should have shown him fighting Ares now showed Ares saving them from Hades and giving them the Bolt, where it should have shown him fighting and defeating monsters, Titans, Giants, Kronos, and Gaea now showed the two deceiving demigods. Percy's grin faded and turned into a frown, but what scared the gods most were his eyes. They glowed a violent cyan blue and the sea green became swirling around the iris. His fists were clenched and he started to glow and hum in power. He walked towards the tapestry, his back to the Olympians, and said "Huh, so you guys not only labeled me a threat, a traitor, and a spy, you also told lies and tried to erase me as a hero. And you gave all the credit to those two?" The throne room started to shake and the gods tried to break free again but to no avail. Perseus then placed his hands on the wall and whispered something too quiet for the Olympians to hear. The wall glowed a bit before he turned and walked back to the Olympians. He said "You guys should know by now that secrets always come out, one way or another."

Ares, finally gaining the balls to speak, said "W-What d-do you w-want? W-Why are you h-here?"

Percy turned to the him and said "Ah if it isn't old Boar Face. I see you still trying to act all macho huh?" Ares glowed red in power, his teeth grinding, trying to escape, his eyes made of fire covered by his shades glowed brightly, showing how enraged he was. Perseus ignored this and continued with "I'm glad you asked those questions as I thought this would go on forever and I'm kinda on a tight schedule here, so let's cut to the chase."

He turned to all of the Olympians and said "I'm here on behalf of the one who saved me from Tartarus, the one who is REALLY not happy with you Olympians, especially because of your recent Ancient Law breaches that you have committed. The one I serve feels you gods are not worthy and competent enough to rule, so I'm here to fix it...by killing all of you."

The gods' eyes widened in shock. Zeus, bold and stupid to the end, shouted with "Who would DARE think that WE are NOT worthy to RULE? I have saved this world countless times and I have been fit to rule for killing Kronos. Who would DARE say otherwise?"

Perseus grinned and said "Why the Creator of the Universe of course. You may know him as Chaos."

Terror and horror filled their eyes, disbelief and shock took hold over their souls. The room itself seemed to darken and a presence they haven't felt since 60 years ago filled the throne room once again. They look towards the Betrayed Savior and saw the same thing hey saw before he fell into the Pit. Perseus, glowing with a dark blue, black, and sea-green aura around him, his eyes glowing cyan blue, his hair spiked up slightly, and he spoke in the same deep, dark voice as before "I believe I don't need to swear on the Styx and you sure as hell know I would swear on His name. I did so 60 years ago on Earth." The room began to brighten up, the presence faded, and Perseus returned to normal.

The gods were silent in shock and Perseus looked like he was getting bored. He spoke up "Well? Nothing else to say?"

Athena snapped out of her shock and shouted at Perseus "YOU LIE! Why would the Creator of the Universe want us dead?! He knows if we die, Olympus and the world dies! Why would he seek to destroy his creation?!"

Perseus answered with "Who is to say that is the case anymore? Trust me, Goddess of Wisdom, your fates have been sealed, I serve the Creator and you Olympians will fall and a new order will take your place."

Hera asked fearfully "What new order is this?"

Perseus answered at her "Trust me, I didn't like the idea. I didn't want the position but if the Creator says so then there isn't much I can do. That order will be lead by me."

Zeus was silent before laughing out loud, as if he heard the most hilarious joke in the world. He laughed out "YOU?! HAHAHAHA! You must be joking if you think you can rule as King! You have no requirements, no army to lead, no power to match ours!" He laughed triumphantly again before he started to choke. The gods saw that it was Percy, his hand up with his index finger and thumb close together and pointing at Zeus. Percy then made an imitation of a robotic voice and said "I find your lack of knowledge and your laugh disturbing." He let his hand down and Zeus started to gasp and breathe heavily. Perseus continued with "For your information, I do have a say in being King, despite my previous objections. You see I know you must either be appointed by the Creator himself, slay the previous King, and/or be of godly descent. Well, let's see, godly descent? Check. Killed Kronos, a previous King? Check. Appointed by Chaos? Check, Check, and Check. Also, unfortunately for you, I do have an army and the power to crush you gods under my boot BY MYSELF. But hey, why end it like that when we can have a little fun?"

He looked towards all the Olympians and said "I have, though, a deal for you Olympians. It is a simple wager really. A duel, between me and one of you, ONLY ONE. You guys win and I will leave Earth, take my forces, and see you guys slowly burn this planet into extinction with your maniacal rule."

Demeter asked "And if you win?"

Percy looked to her and smile maniacally. He said "The loser who fights me dies, the Olympians will swear not to be able to attack me and my forces AT ALL for a WHOLE MONTH, whether by immortals or demigods or whatever, and, as a bonus from me, if you stay out of my way, I won't attack directly either, at least until the months over, then I will start killing you gods, one by one. What do you guys say?"

The Olympians were shocked at the proposal. If they were to win, then they could avoid the prophecy, at least for a while, and they would save themselves from damnation. If they lost though, then it would be a hop, skip, and a jump towards their inevitable doom and will give the enemy a VERY BIG head start. A normal person would immediately decline and try to rush at him with all their strength. However, they aren't regular people, they are gods, worse, they are Olympians, filled with power and pride, thinking themselves above all others and able to best anybody. What was one overly charged demigod against them?

Zeus, after receiving nods from all the Olympians, said "We accept your deal, Jackson. We swear it on the River Styx and on Chaos if you so wish to use that oath." Thunder rumbled and the room darkened. "One of us will face you and you will die by the full might of an Olympian GOD!" He tried to raise his voice, in hopes to put fear and doubt into Perseus's mind.

Perseus didn't even flinched and just smiled and said "I was hoping you say that. Who would like to go?"

Zeus's arrogant smile faded into a teeth grinding frown. He was about to raise his voice but was cut off from a certain god of War. Said god shouted "I will fight you, you punk! I have been waiting for a chance to GUT you like the WEAK HELPLESS FISH THAT YOU ARE!"

Zeus tried to call out to Ares to stop, but Perseus said "Do you swear on Chaos, to fight honorably, no tricks, no extra help from anyone, no holding back? To fight to the death?"

Ares immediately grinned like a maniac and said "I DO!"

The room darkened again and the oath was made.

Perseus smiled, menacingly, and said "Then let's get started."

He snapped his fingers and a bright light enveloped the Olympians.

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Location: Olympus, Battle Arena

As the flash of light subsided, the Olympians noticed that they no longer were in the the throne room. Rather, they were in the Battle Arena.

The Battle Arena was created by the Olympians as a way of sparring and hosting competitions, duels, and entertainment. The Arena's main purpose is to hold tournaments, contests, and duels as a means of entertainment to the city, like the Colosseum for the Romans. It also serves as a training and sparring area for the gods, with enough room to fully improve themselves. Although, nowadays, the only ones to use it for training and sparring purposes are Artemis, Athena, Ares, and, surprisingly, Apollo and Hermes. In most cases, these individuals would spare against each other to hone their skills. Ares actually challenged Artemis and said that if he won, he would use her in any way he wanted. Suffice to say that Ares ended on the floor, his body and pride bruised brutally.

The Arena's appearance seemed similar to the Roman Colosseum, yet was slightly bigger and more intact. The Arena was circular, diameter large enough to fit the Lambeau Field, the largest Football stadium in the world, and that was just the field part of it. The seats and stands for the arena were numerous and spacious enough for more than 90,000 individuals, monsters and deities alike. The floor of the arena was both as hard as the strongest of earth and yet practical. There are secret tunnels and replacement arenas designed below the arena for different events and in case of extensive damage. The material that made the Arena were that of the strongest marble and godly metals, blessed by the Olympians themselves, giving the Arena a gold, whitish color and making it practically indestructible.

13 of the Olympians found themselves at the deluxe seating of the stands, which is at the top and luxurious enough for kings and queens, which they though themselves to be. As for Perseus and Ares, they were found at the middle of the arena, a several yards away from each other, preparing to get ready for the fight.

Ares cracked his knuckles menacingly at Perseus, trying to look intimidating. He shouted to the former demigod saying "And here I thought that I'd never be able to get another shot at you. Heh, now I get the chance to go all out and crush you like the bug you are, especially in front of my fellow Olympians."

Perseus was not fazed his words and just stretched his limbs like he was just getting ready for a nice jog. He said in reply "I have to admit, I hoped it would be you that would challenge me. After all, what better way to start the destruction of the Olympians by destroying the first god I ever fought."

Ares snickered at Perseus and said back "Yeah, and what makes you think you will destroy me? You can't kill a god, especially not one as powerful as me! All that will happen is you, punk, on the ground, with my sword in your chest and your head mounted on my wall!"

Perseus chuckled lightly and said "You forgot that I have killed gods before. Worse, I killed the likes of Kronos, King of the Titans, Gaea, Primordial of the Earth, and the Fates, themselves. Even worse, I didn't just kill them, I made them fade from existence. Banished them into oblivion. And today, you will be the next to join them in the Fields of the Faded."

Ares let out a blood-thirsty grin. "Oh, is that a threat Seaweed Brain?" Ares said mockingly.

He made a mistake saying that.

Perseus's maniacal, sadistic side vanished and was replaced by a more cold, crueler side to him. His cold, stoic face unnerved Ares and the watching Olympians, as they remembered the angry, betrayed look he had when they banished him. He coldly said "No, its a promise."

The Olympians felt uneasy. The way that Perseus carried himself, the way he showed no signs of fear or doubt, the way that he showed an uneasy blend of confidence and seriousness. It made them feel that he wasn't bluffing. That everything he said up until now was 100% truth and was used seriously, and that scared them shitless.

Athena called out to Ares "Ares! Stop this nonsense at once! I know that Jackson may not seem intimidating but he managed to restrain us and destroy father's Bolt, we don't know of what he truly did it and how! Besides, he has bested you when he was just 12 years of age, and he defeated both Kronos and Gaea by sheer luck. What makes you think that it won't be any different?"

Ares yelled back "Because as you said, it was all luck! He only beat me because he was touching the sea, he only beat Kronos because of the Castellan boy, and he only beat Gaea because of the Valdez kid. Without his friends, he is nothing but a scared little boy in a world of big bad beings! Besides, I underestimated him before, now I will make sure that he will beg for mercy!"

Zeus called out this time with "Even so, if what he says is true, and it is because of his oath to Chaos, then he has the Creator by his side! He could very well have power almost as great as me! Do you think that you could face power granted by the Creator by yourself?"

Ares yelled out in hateful defiance with "OF COURSE I CAN! I SWORE AN OATH TO THE CREATOR THAT I WOULD DESTROY HIM ONLY MOMENTS AGO! BESIDES, WE ALL KNOW THIS BOY IS A LYING PIECE OF SHIT THAT WILL SAY ANYTHING TO MAKE US FEAR HIM! DON'T YOU REMEMBER WHO I AM?! I AM ARES, THE GOD OF WAR! I AM THE GREATEST FIGHTER AND WARRIOR OF ALL TIME AND I WILL SHOW THIS WANNABE PUNK WHO IS THE BEST AND PUT HIM IN HIS RIGHTFUL PLACE! UNDER MY BOOT, BEGGING AND QUIVERING LIKE THE TRASHY HUMAN HE IS!"

The Olympians could tell that there was no possible way to calm Ares down or to stop the fight now. An oath to the Creator IS final and the fight that will happen IS final. To some of the Olympians, like Demeter and Dionysus, they know it was no use fighting it and just accepted it, yet still felt uneasy. Others, the more prideful ones, like Athena, Hera, Poseidon, and Zeus, took Ares's words as complete truth and took a false sense of security that the boy cannot face the full might of an Olympian. They are the Olympians, they held absolute authority above all others, kings and queens of the world of all they survey, gods above gods, and they will not let this upstart, that has lasted for too long, change that.

Zeus sighed in defeat and nodded his head at Ares, giving him permission to fight, even if his permission was at this point useless. Ares nodded in confirmation. He turned towards Perseus and started change. A red and black glow surrounded the god of war, masking him from everyone. When it cleared, Ares grew and changed into a deadly piece of armor. He was now 6'7, slightly taller than Percy. His armor was black as night, with a red outline coursing through his armor. He still wore his leather jacket but his chest was now covered by a black chain-mailed armor with a symbol of a boar, his sacred animal, etched in blood red at the center. His leather jacket arms were covered in black plated armor, tiny silver spikes coming from the shoulders and running along the arms. His leather pants now had plated black metal on them and he now had a belt. Two black swords were strapped to his back. And finally, he wore a Spartan battle helmet, black color as well, with a blood red plume on the top. Ares's shades were gone to reveal the two burning fires he had for eyes. He took out one his black swords and held it in both hands facing him, looking ready to strike.

All in all, he looked like a truly savage, blood-thirsty God of War.

But Percy didn't even bat an eye. The only thing that Percy took notice of was the sword. He recognized it anywhere. The barbaric look, the black color, the symbol of the boar on the hilt. This was the very same sword that haunted his dreams. The very same one he saw took the life of the one person he cared for the most. This was the sword that killed his mother.

Percy's eyes grew cold and narrowed, like a stone-cold warrior that just met his most hated adversary. Percy got ready himself. He reached into his pocket and took out a pen, but not the one the Olympians expected, it didn't look anything like Anaklusmos. The pen was black, with a silver gleam and etching into its side, one they couldn't make from so far. Percy clicked the point and the pen sprung into its true form, a gleaming, deadly silver, black and bronze sword. The hilt was black and bronze, flat with bronze studs, the leather-wrapped grip being black, and had a symbol of a silver vortex on one side and a bronze trident on the other. The blade was long and sharp, double bladed, curved upwards, a silver gleam shown on one side of the blade's curve while the other was more bronze. The blade was in overall 4 feet long, a whole foot longer than its previous form, and if one looked closely one would see the tip of the blade looked more shaped like the tip of a leaf and the bronze engraving on the blade's side which glowed Anaklusmos. This confirmed that the sword was indeed Riptide, the current that slices through anything in its path.

Despite the words on its side that confirmed its identity, the gods were still perplexed at the new appearance of the blade. It looked like Stygian Iron but it had a more silver like gleam to it as well, along with the bronze gleam which made it all the more confusing. Poseidon was furious when seeing the sword once again. He remembered the humiliation he suffered when trying to take the sword, only for it to suddenly stop and zap him. To this day he knows not what happened or why it happened, only that he felt enraged that the sword that held the power of the sea, of him, suddenly deny him to be with his, in his mind, traitor of a son.

Percy held the sword in his right hand and pointed it downwards to the right, as if he was either to lazy to lift it higher or he was so confident in his strength that he held it like that. Either way, it angered Ares that his opponent looked like this fight would be easy and just stood there calmly and not scared. He didn't have any heavy armor on him, for all he knew.

The whole area felt silent, with not even the slightest of breath seen or heard. The Olympians, unable to act, waited in nerve-racking patience for the fight to begin. Unexpectedly, Percy touched the ground with a tip of his sword and drew a small circle around him, barely enough to cover his feet. The Olympians didn't know why he did that, but it unnerved them more. Zeus himself was so worried he gripped the edge so hard, a tiny crack appeared and a tiny rock started to fall. It felt like everything was in slow motion, the rock's descent, the relaxed, silent breathing of Perseus, the heavy, raging, and exhilarating breath of Ares, the small breeze that flowed through the air, breezing past Ares's plume to Percy's raven black hair. The rock continued its fall, time still seemingly sluggish. Percy's eyes were close shut, only further increasing Ares's killer rage. Ares's rapid thoughts were filled with the excitement of battle, the rush of his blood, the stabbing anticipation, the exhilarating thrill to finally kill the so called Destroyer.

Finally, the rock hit the floor in a tiny clink.

Ares, suddenly, rushed like a rocket. Percy's eyes were still closed. Ares sped towards Percy with murderous intent. Percy's eyes were still closed. As he was a few yards close, Ares roared in fury and power. Percy's eyes were still closed. As he was within feet of Percy, Ares roared louder, raising his weapon high, about to strike. Percy's ears twitched, like a wolf sensing his prey. Ares swung his sword in a downward left strike. Percy's eyes suddenly opened, a predator-like gaze in his eyes, slightly flinching the god of war. And as the blade headed towards Percy, time seemed to slow for Ares. As the blade was within inches from him, Percy tilted his head, his feet shifted to the left, his right foot's heel up while his left foot was standing on its heel. The blade soared right beside Percy, the blade barely a micrometer from the tiniest tip of Percy's hair, whilst Percy's face was as lifeless and un-moving as a statue. Ares and his blade soared past Percy, his attack missed, his eyes full of confusion and shock at how he missed his target.

Ares stumble a bit before regaining his balance and re-configuring onto his target, who looked deadly calm and lifeless. He then rushed Percy again, this time swiping his sword in a left-upward slash. Perseus parried it with the flat of his blade, causing the god of war to stumble back again. Ares slid a foot back slightly till his feet found balance and leverage, and he yelled in rage, charging, for a third time, at Perseus, trying, this time, to stab at his chest. Again, Percy shifted slightly, this time to the left, and curve Riptide along Ares's sharp blade for him to swipe right, making Ares move past Percy and the tip of Riptide to scratch Ares's helmet. Ares grew enraged at being made a fool. He charged again. He slashed at Percy in a downward-right strike only for the same result to occur. The blade only curving along Anaklusmos's side, Percy to shift slightly, and for Ares to fly away from Percy a few feet away.

Ares finally had it and roared in fury and charged at Percy, his sword raised high and swiped down in a downward slash, putting his full weight on it. Percy raised his sword, vertically, and blocked the strike. With just one hand. Ares grunted and put his full weight onto Percy but the former demigod remained in place, un-moving. Their eyes connected, Ares full of hate and fury, whist Percy's had only a cold, hard gaze. Suddenly, the tip of Percy's mouth twitched into a small smile, causing Ares to flinch in surprise. Percy then pushed back hard, making Ares fly off a few yards and land on his back hard. Ares got up, wrath and fury in his eyes, which turned to shock and disbelief when he realized something.

He quickly realized that despite all the attacks he did, all the strikes and blows, Percy NEVER moved from place, only shifted and spun on his heel. As he looked at Percy's feet, none of Percy's footprints were outside the circle, only Ares's.

Perseus never stepped out of the circle!

The Olympians watched in disbelief at the few events that happened quickly. It all was so fast and yet so slow at the same time. It was like their eyes played tricks on them or an uncaring being (ME:D) made them see things in slow motion, prolonging their shock and horror. Perseus blocked the strikes and full force of Ares like he was batting away a fly.

Perseus broke the tension with "You know, I'm not much of a showoff or arrogant pompous brat like you, but since it is you that I'm fighting, I want your last battle before your death to be a humiliating one." He pointed his sword at Ares. "You took the life of my mother, the best person that I have ever known, and now you will pay, with your life."

Perseus took a step out of the tiny circle. In a second later, he rushed like a missile at Ares. Gripping his sword with his right hand, Perseus slashed his sword at Ares, in his own down-left slash. Ares was barely able to block the attack and had to use both his hands to block the force of the attack. They held their blades at each other, trying to overcome the other. Suddenly, Perseus, with a slight twist of his wrist, now held Riptide in a reversed grip and pushed upwards, putting Ares off-balance and vulnerable. Perseus, as quick and strong as lightning, struck at Ares with an uppercut. Before Ares could fall, Perseus grabbed Ares by his collar and kneed him in the gut, stunning the war god, only for Percy to headbutt him square in the nose. Percy, with a spin on his heels, then slashed at Ares's exposed back of his legs, cutting the war god. He then, facing away from the god of war, stabbed him in his side, cracking and breaking the armor that protected Ares, before damaging and shocking Ares in surprise. Ares looked down at the sword piercing his side, that somehow broke through his almost impenetrable armor, in a sick shock and horror. He tried to turn his head towards Percy but the former demigod kicked Ares at his back, with enough force to send him, once again, flying.

Ares got up, groggy in pain, golden ichor flowing from his wound. He shook off the pain and launched once again towards Perseus in fury with Perseus meeting him halfway. They exchanged blows, Percy expertly blocking and dodging of Ares's attacks and Ares receiving cut after cut and blow after blow, each granting him more pain than he ever endured. Ares jumped away and took out his other sword and charged once again, doubling his efforts. Yet Perseus moved and fought with the grace and skill of a ninja, parrying, striking, and rolling away from Ares's attacks, smoothly and deadly.

Ares, in a sudden snap of rage, unleashed his godly powers and unleash a blast wave of rusty red energy towards Percy. As the blast wave reached him, he stood still and ready with Riptide, not even avoiding the blast. He instead slashed through it! Riptide cut clean through the energy like hot knife on butter. The two new halves of the past blast wave sailed past Perseus exploding in the background. Ares was speechless, as well were the Olympians.

Riptide suddenly glowed blue and Percy, with a sideways slash, unleashed a powerful wave of water towards the war god. Ares, in a surge of confidence and arrogance, tried the same, but got as much success as a toddler trying to stop a 10 foot tall wave. The wave blew Ares back, only for him to get back up and attack again. The fight escalated for what seemed like minutes, Ares not even landing a hit at Percy, but what felt worse was that it seemed as if Perseus wasn't trying, still playing with the war god. That infuriated Ares to new levels.

After a while, Ares got sick of this and raised his power to the limits of his current form. He glowed blood red in power and charged once again. This time, when Percy blocked Ares's swords, Ares surged through and punched Perseus in the face. Perseus was flung to the wall of the arena, in a crash that would kill a normal demigod.

The Olympians just about jumped from their seats at the sight. A cloud of dust and debris kept them from the results of what happened to Perseus. But, apparently, Ares jumped to his own conclusion of what happened.

"HAHAHA!" Ares laughed in triumph and arrogance. "Is that all you got Jackson! I admit you were a bigger pain than expected, but once, like always, ALL PALE IN COMPARISON TO THE GOD OF WAR! You were claimed and praised as the strongest demigod of the age, but really, you were always just as a scared little boy, living in a world of big bad monsters, crying for your momma. Oh wait, I forgot, I gutted the bitch with my own hands!"

Ares continued laughing maniacally and Zeus almost smiled evilly, thinking himself it was over.

It wasn't.

A giant rumble shook the whole arena, like an earthquake sounded off. Some of the Olympians looked suspiciously at Poseidon, thinking that he was angry, yet he looked as stumped as the rest of the Olympians. A surge of energy then woke and the Olympians traced it to the cloud of dust and debris that clouded Perseus. As the dust cleared, there stood Perseus, standing, perfectly unscratched from Ares's godly attack. No, all Perseus looked was pissed!

His eyes seem to glow icy blue in rage. The temperature of the whole arena seem to drop rapidly. Perseus then shouted out "You think that weak ass punch was actually enough to finish me?! All you have done is PISS ME OFF! I won't make just make this death match humiliating, I will make sure that you experience ALL of the pain, suffering, and death you have done for the past millennia! 60 years ago, a son wept and cried in anguish of his mother's death, now, today, a mother will mourn the death of her son!" As Percy said this, he reached into his pocket and brought out another ballpoint pen from his other pocket, this one being primarily white with black outlines. He clicked the pen which in turn turned into near twin version of Riptide.

The sword was the same length of Riptide, but instead of it being primarily black, bronze, and silver, this one was white, black, and gold. The leather grip was black and the hilt of the sword was also flat, with design of a vortex designed in the hilt on one side and a symbol of a spear on the other. The blade was a bright white color, with black along the edge of the blade, with bright gold letters inscribed at the side, the words being Fatum, or 'Destiny.'

"This sword of mine is known as Fatum, or 'Destiny.'" Percy shouted. "This was made from metals made from a dying star and the purest of light, blessed by Lord Chaos and Lord Aether, Primordial of Light. A cut from this sword is poison to those darkest of hearts and harmless to those of pure good. With this sword, the sins and evils of your past rekindle and strike at your very soul, God of War. Judgement is here and he is not happy."

Ares called back out "BRING IT THEN PUNK! LET'S SEE WHAT YOU ARE MADE OF!"

Percy zoomed towards Ares at lightning speeds. Ares clashed against Percy's swords, even with his full godly might, still barely able to hold him off. They parried strikes after strikes until Percy feinted and managed to cut the god of war at his exposed shoulder blade. The god of war suddenly screamed in pain, clutching at where he was cut, the pain as intense as a million suns exploding into his body The pain was unimaginable, a pain the god of war had never experienced.

Zeus raised from his seat and clutched the edge in fear and surprise, never seeing Ares cry out in so much pain. Hera, herself, covered her mouth in fear and anguish for her son. Percy wasn't done as he continued his relentless onslaught at the war god, not giving Ares even a moments rest. Every cut from the white sword resulted in pain that was impossibly immense and Riptide's cuts weren't any better. The god of war was not only losing the fight, he was experiencing all the pain and torture he had ever cast on an innocent soul, from every war he had ever created or influenced, from every spear, sword, arrow, knife, gun, explosion, gas, or missile, he felt it all with every slash. The savagery Perseus dealt upon Ares was just as, or even worse, than what he did to Gaea!

Ares tried to back off and turned his swords into dual shotguns. He fired at Perseus shooting hundreds of rounds at him. Perseus simply sliced through every bullet and frag that came at him, even launching some bullets back at Ares, causing further damage. Ares then tossed aside his guns and launched beams and waves of pure energy at Perseus. All were either slashed and pierced through, blocked and knocked away, and some Perseus let hit him, with no damage seemingly taken. After one massive blast of red energy that filled the arena, Perseus still came out unscathed. Ares, turning his guns back into sword, sheathed them and launched dozens maybe hundreds of beams of pure godly energy, back to back at Perseus. The results were still the same.

Perseus then thought of something and smiled wickedly. 'Maybe its time to really scare the pants of the Olympians.' Percy thought. He then shouted out to Ares "Was that it? Was that all the tricks you had in your arsenal? If that was it, then maybe I should show you a few tricks of my own." Perseus turned his swords back into pens. Ares almost sighed in relief at the prospect the swords going away. He held back the breath when he saw that Percy's fingers started to spark with electricity. His icy blue eyes suddenly started to glow lightning blue and blue jolts of lightning sparked across his body.

Zeus's eyes widened at the sight. Not only had this boy eaten the power off of his Master Bolt, now he was using lightning powers himself! Percy charged at Ares, with Ares stupidly charging as well, still encased in red energy. The two jumped into the air and soared towards each other. Ares tried to slam his fists atop of Perseus, but with a sudden burst of speed, Perseus launched a lightning-charged uppercut square at Ares's jaw, sending the god flying. He didn't even hit the ground when he received the next blow, another uppercut to his back sending him flying. Perseus seem to zoom across the arena and sky like an actual bolt of lightning. With every lighting-powered punch, kick, and slam, Ares would be tossed, like a broken doll, across the air above the arena, thunder crackling and lights flashing.

Then Ares was sent straight high into the air, feeling almost weightless. A sudden flash of lighting appeared revealing Perseus floating above him, this time the lighting crackling around his skin glowing more prominent and sparking erratically. Perseus then shouted out "Lightning Dragon's Thundering Jaw!" Perseus clasped both his hands together in a tight fist, a surge of lighting coursing in it, and then slammed the fist onto Ares's face, a blinding, shocking force of lighting, more powerful than anything Ares had seen his father use, crashed onto him and so sent him crashing towards the arena floor.

The Olympians were, for the umpteenth time, shocked beyond belief at what just occurred. What power was that that Perseus used? Lighting Dragon? Was that some new magic or some bullshit that Perseus made? They were snapped from their thoughts when they saw Ares climbing from the hole that he made when he crashed onto the ground. More specifically, Ares crawled out, like an injured dog. He tired crawling away, not gaining a few feet until his hand was crushed by Percy's foot.

Perseus said "Where are you going? Crawling back to daddy to beg for safety and mercy? You forget that this ends with your death or mine. And from what I see, you look like a broken, ugly mutt that is inches from death. Ironic, that a mighty Olympian is crawling beneath my boot, the boot of someone minutes ago claimed as a weakling."

Ares tried to respond back, snappishly, his voice chocking in pain "*Groan* W-What h-happen to the oh so p-perfect boy s-scout that your were? I-I thought that you d-din't w-want to be l-like us? T-To be merciless, blood-thirsty, s-savage?"

Perseus snickered and responded "A little hypocritical, you judging me about being a savage, don't you think?" Perseus then grabbed Ares by the throat, lifting him up, chocking the war god. Ares grabbed and struggled at the wrists of Perseus's hands, but to no avail. Perseus said "You Olympians were the ones who let this world fall into chaos, you were the ones that let the Titans and Giants rise stronger, the ones that let the demigods and minor gods turn against you because of spite and negligence, the ones that influence wars for sheer amusement or by your own petty squabbles, the ones that kill innocent mortals and demigods just because someone wouldn't follow your script and hurt your egos." Percy's blue lightning suddenly changed colors to black and his eyes turned black as well, scaring the war god more. "I'm no savage, that title belongs to you'll. I may be blood-thirsty, I may be merciless, but only to you. I'm your Destroyer."

His hands started to spark wildly and he said "Lightning God's Shock Grip." Ares screamed in pain as black lightning started to seep into him, shocking him inside and out. The pain was worse than the blue lightning from before, this one attacking him from his own immortal soul. When he realized that his powers felt like they were fading away, he realized it WAS attacking his soul. Whatever this magic was, it was actually killing him. Ares felt fear grip his heart. Is this what humans felt like in times near death and during war? Ares started to certainly see why.

As for the Olympians, when Perseus's lightning turned black and Ares yelled, The Olympians all but jumped from their seats. They felt Ares's life force and power dropping, like iron ball being tossed into the sea. They felt the magic coming from Percy being immensely powerful and almost toxic for them to sense.

Zeus said "That is it! This must end! I must stop this!" He about jumped down to the field before Hestia stopped him.

She said "Brother, you cannot stop this match. This is their fight and theirs alone, to intervene will be unwise."

Zeus shouted back at his sister defiantly with "But Ares is losing! You can sense it too, Hestia. Whatever the Jackson boy is doing, it is KILLING Ares, I cannot allow for the boy to kill my son!"

Hestia shouted back "You swore an oath to not intervene with this fight! TO THE CREATOR HIMSELF! Even we cannot intervene even if we wanted to! If you are to break the oath, dire consequences could fall upon you and Olympus!"

Zeus's face grew purple in rage, but he forced himself to sit back down, not wishing to break an oath from Chaos. No one has ever broken an oath from Chaos before, at least no one they know for certain. Zeus didn't wish to test that chance.

Continuing on to down to the fight, Ares continued to be shocked painfully by Perseus, the raven-haired immortal grinning in delight at Ares's suffering. Ares knew that there was only once chance that he will have to win this fight, but with his state, he will need to pour everything into it. Ares started to glow blinding red, even so that Perseus had to squint his eyes a bit to see. Suddenly Percy was shot far away from Ares, tumbling to the other side of the field.

A surge of power soared high fast and the arena shook. The Olympians stood shocked that Ares resorted to unleashing his full power. Zeus grinned, certain that Perseus was finished for no mere mortal, demigod, and even some immortals could not stand to see an Olympian god in his true form!

As light dimmed a bit, Ares stood there in his true godly form, blinding red light encasing him. Ares's motorbike armored look was gone and now replaced with a new vicious form of a true war god. In the place of a biker's look, Ares now wore an impressive, deadly armor. His legs were braced and covered with black metal, spikes coming the sin guards and also sporting black war boots. He wore a hoplite-style skirt, the cloth a dark navy blue with grey metal ornaments along the skirt. The skirt reached a belt with grey spikes on the sides and grey skulls on the center of the belt. His chest was covered with dark silver and grey armor, intricate looking and near indestructible yet light enough for him to breath and move fast. Ares's right shoulder was covered in a pauldron which had two dark white spikes emerging from it. His arms were covered in armor as well, also wearing skull-adorned gauntlets. Attached to his shoulder by a silver boar medallion, Ares wore a black cape that flowed to his shin guards. He also wore a hoplite-style helmet, that had a skull design at the forehead and four curved horns coming from it, two big ones curving high and upwards and two smaller ones curving to the center. His eyes, nose, mouth, and chin were exposed through a Y-shaped look. The color of his skin had turned soot black and his eyes, while fiery, dimmed to reveal them colored blood-shot red. (Design inspired by Ares's Regime design in the game Injustice Gods Among Us.)

Ares had never used this form, unless he was alone with a powerful enemy in a duel or during the First Giant War. This form would have annihilated any mortal for hundreds of miles. Ares's damage significantly improved from before, but not enough to stop the pain he received from Perseus through his accursed sword or his black lightning. Ares actually felt relieved to be able to fight int his form, only for him to internally groan that Perseus would surely been killed by just seeing him in his true form, even more so because he held onto Ares when he transformed. That would be like a experiencing the force of a nuke head on. But Ares chuckled nonetheless, as he at least assured himself that he finally got rid of the pest.

Unfortunately, his sense of victory would be short-lived as he saw a figure stand from across the field. Perseus. The 20-year old looking immortal, stood up with no pain imminent from the blast. What was more unbelievable was the Perseus was looking right at him, at his godly form, and he was not even flinching. This boy withstood Ares's transformation and true form with no effort.

Perseus said "FINALLY! I was wondering when you would turn into your true form. I wanted you to fight me with everything you got, even if it meant for your truest form to come out. Now the fun REALLY begins!"

Ares's teeth grit together in anger, his eyes burst into flames, and he charged at Perseus. The two met their fists colliding, equal in force and strength. With every blow, punch, block, and attack, the arena shook, shock waves of force and energy pulsed all over so strong, it could be felt everywhere on Olympus. Percy would knock Ares with fists charged with lightning and fire, blow Ares's away with attacks made of water and earth, and blast beams of ice and lightning at the war god. Ares would retaliate with blasts black red chaotic energy, summon swords and axes to attack and launch at Perseus, and strike with fists of glowing godly energy. They matched blow for blow. Whenever one would strike, the other hit as well. Whenever one would block or dodged, the other would do the same. The fighters seemed equal in strength, Olympus itself shaking in their conflict.

Suddenly, Ares went full fury mode and attack savagely at Perseus, with speed and strength too fast and strong for Percy to beat back fully. Ares, spotting a chance struck at Perseus with full powered godly punch to the side of his face, knocking Percy down before Ares.

Ares seemed exhausted from that while Perseus looked stunned, the two, seemingly, catching their breath. Ares shouted in a breathless boat "How about that punk?! Was that too much for ya?! You ready to beg for my mercy?!"

Perseus, in response, got up slowly. A short scratch was on his cheek, a tiny dot of golden blood coming from it. Perseus wiped his thumb on the cut, a small drop of golden blood wiped onto his thumb, before suddenly the small cut healed itself. Percy looked at the golden blood on his thumb with interest, leaving the war god stunned and intimidated. Perseus said "Huh, all those blows, all that power, for just a drop of blood." Percy licked the blood off his thumb, making Ares and the Olympians flinch. He then looked at Ares and his eyes flashed icy blue. "Ok then. My turn."

Perseus launched a haymaker of his own against Ares, the sound of the metal helmet being struck resounding across the arena. Percy gripped the collar of Ares's armor and struck again, sending Ares to the floor. Percy picked him up and kneed him in the chest, before elbowing him in the jaw. Percy then launched a straight fist which collided with Ares's nose, breaking it and a stream of golden blood shooting out.

Ares groaned in pain, clutching his nose, trying to stumble away. When Percy caught up, Ares tried punching him again, only for Perseus to stop the blow from hitting him with his arm, countering with another resounding blow. The blows continued, each powerful, each loud and booming. Ares tried to punch back but Percy merely grab his left arm and, with a sick crunch, bend and broke it, causing Ares to scream in pain. Percy continued bashing on Ares. In a desperate counter-strike, Ares summoned a sword and lunged it at Percy's chest. Percy stepped to the side, dodging it, then grabbed Ares's arm, yanking the sword from his grasp and then plunged the sword into Ares's chest.

The sword went through the armor and into the chest in sicking stab. Hera yelped and cried in fright and shock at the sight of her son's arm broken and his sword in his own chest. Ares gasped, trying to breath through the pain, but Perseus grabbed Ares by his helm and said mockingly "How was that?" He then yanked the sword out of Ares and punched Ares with a black fiery fist, launching him away.

Ares landed and tumbled like a rag doll before slowing to a halt and lay still. Percy then shouted "What, was that it?! Is that all the oh so powerful God of War can manage?! Whatever happened to making me beg for mercy, showing me my place?! I guess they don't make Olympians like they use to. Aren't you supposed to show me your full power? THEN GET UP AND DO IT!"

Ares's body twitched and slowly got back up. He started to glow blood red again and the arena shook with violent shock. The very walls of the arena started to crack under the power that Ares had started unleashing. His eyes starting glowing fiery hot flames, his teeth in snarl, his armor broken looking and ichor flowing from his wounds. He shouted out in a malevolent, deep voice "YOU WANT ME TO SHOW YOU MY FULL POWER?! I'M HAPPY TO OBLIGE! I WILL OBLITERATE YOU INTO SMITHEREENS! I DESTORY YOU HERE AND NOW!" Ares brought his hands close to his chest and between them, a blood red and black ball of godly chaotic energy was created. The ball then grew and grew until it was the size of a truck, raised over the war god's head. It sparked violently, the air rushed in a flurry, and the round shook like an earthquake.

Zeus shouted out to Ares "ARE YOU INSANE ARES?! YOU COULD DESTROY ALL OF OLYMPUS WITH THAT! STOP THIS NONSENSE NOW!"

Ares, not hearing or acknowledging Zeus, shouted out "THIS IS THE FULL POWER OF ARES, THE GOD OF WAR! NOW DESCEND INTO OBLIVION!" He raised the giant ball of energy and then chucked it at Perseus saying "DDIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!"

The giant ball grew and grew as it reached closer to Percy, whom did nothing to move out of the way. Then Percy charged at the giant, racing ball of pure energy. He raced towards it, head on, and he struck the ball with his open hand. Then a giant flash and explosion occurred.

The shock wave was so immense that the Olympians looked away and braced themselves. Ares looked at the blast with a maniacal grin on his bloody, sweaty face. He did it. Ares thought he killed Percy Jackson! He wanted to shout to the sky in victory, maybe celebrate with a full month of booze and women, maybe finally rape Artemis or Hestia and take one as his wife.

Ares smiled in triumph.

A second later, his grin fell.

The cloud of dust subsided, the Olympians looked towards the results. As the dust cleared, the giant ball of energy was still there, sparking and still. The Olympians jaws dropped in terror at the sight.

It was of Perseus Jackson, a few scratches on him and his clothes, with the giant ball of energy BLOCKED and GRABBED by his hand.

Perseus smirked while Ares grin turned to a look of horror and disbelief. He then said "Not bad. Bigger than I expected. But it is time to end this." Percy then opened his mouth wide and started to ABSORB the ball of energy, just like Zeus' Master Bolt. The Olympians could only watch in disbelief at the sight. The ball shrank and shot towards Perseus's mouth in stream. It was like his mouth was a black hole. Soon the energy fully disappeared and so too did Percy's scratches and wounds, even the ones on his clothes. Perseus's energy shot out like jet, his energy and strength seemingly replenished.

Percy looked towards the horror-stricken Ares. With eyes widen in a maniacal glint, he said softly "Boo!"

Ares yelped in terror and tried to run , but with his weakened state, he could only reached a few steps before stumbling into a fall.

Zeus shouted out "That's it! Damn with the oath! Olympians attack the boy!" Zeus shot out to jump from the balcony and attack Percy...until he hit an invisible wall.

Zeus bounced away and felt that someone put up an invisible wall. Zeus stroke upon it unleashing his full energy upon it, but with no dent or damage inflicted upon it. He yelled in raging fury.

He was interrupted by Perseus shouting out "Did you really think that I would expect for you to honor the deal?! HA! I would rather trust a lion not to eat a weaken, bloody deer if it was right in front of him and served with steak sauce! I knew you would try to intervene, so I set up this wall to keep you away from the fun. You can smash it all day long but only when one is dead will the dome break."

Poseidon, Hera, Demeter, Athena, Hephaestus and even Dionysus shot up and attacked the dome. Hestia, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, Aphrodite, and Hades just stood still and watched. The others didn't notice.

Ares continued to crawl away with Perseus striding slowly towards the war god. He then perked his head to the side and shouted to the Olympians again "OH WAIT! I just got news that you Olympians might want to see! Take a look!"

He raised his hands and suddenly, five Iris messages appeared, far way across the arena from the gods but large enough to all clearly.

One showed an icy palace in ruins, corpses of soldiers and shattered ice everywhere. The screams of mortals could be heard and it turns out because the top of the hotel, where the icy palace was on, was on fire and several wind spirits were wildly flying around. The image then shifted to one that the Olympians shocked: Boreas, the North Wind God, on his throne, bloodied and broken looking, and trapped in black ice. What stood before Boreas, glowing black and ice encircling around her was Khione, a sick smile on her pretty face.

Another image showed of a bright glowing palace in the sky...that was also in ruins. The image shifted to see a bronzed skin man in a fiery Greek Chiton, a wreath of withered, smoldering barley on his head, kneeling on the floor, also bloodied and bruised. This was Notus, the god of the South Wind. A figure stood before the kneeling god,wearing an orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, jeans stained with grease, his brown skin glowing in the exposed sunlight from the broken ceiling. His hands held black fire like the one Perseus used. The Olympians were shocked at who the person was, mostly because he was supposed to be dead.

"Charles." Hephaestus breathed out in shock, stunned at the sight of Beckendorf, his dead son, alive and standing over Notus.

Beckendorf looked at the Iris Message smiling, his pearl white teeth glowing in a sick grin.

Another image appeared which showed of an old abandoned English Church, now destroyed and in ruins. Laying next to the destruction was a man in ruined bronze armor, had messed up black hair, his bloody, and had black wings on his back which now looked broken and dirtied. The man was Zephyros, the god of the West Wind. A figure stood before the beaten winged god, this one female. She had flowing black hair, pearl white skin, a pink, slightly dirtied, blouse, skin tight jeans, shapely hips and curves, large breasts, and had kaleidoscopic eyes.

"Silena." Aphrodite said. The gods were too shocked at the sight of another, supposed, dead demigod alive to notice that Aphrodite didn't sound shocked at all.

Silena waved at the Iris Message with a sickly sweet smile as well.

A fourth Iris message cleared up to show a field of dead trees and grass, mounds of dirt and destruction everywhere. A man crawled out of a hole, looking beaten up as well. This one was also winged, yet his brown wings also looked broken, had gold armor on him and had brown hair. This was known as Apheliotes, god of the east wind. A figure pressed her foot on top of the winged beaten god. This figure was female, with silky black hair, a black shirt and blue jeans, moderately sized breasts and hips, olive like skin, black eyes, and slight freckles on her face.

"Bianca." Hades said in fake gasp. Once again, the Olympians never noticed.

She smiled darkly at the Iris Message, slightly pressing her foot on the god's back, causing said god to groan.

The final Iris message showed of a weird giant news casting room with hundred of monitors, all broken, chairs and piles of makeup all over the floor, singed, and dozens of wind spirits flying around in confusion and panic. A man in a bright blue business suit, that looked like the sky, with white hair and smooth white skin laid groaning on the floor. This was Aeolus, the master and god of the winds. He tried to get back up before he was shocked with yellow lightning, causing him to scream in pain. The source of the lightning being a 16 year old looking girl. She had slightly long, sort of spiky hair, black 'Barbie Must Die Shirt', blue teared up jeans, a sliver parka, chains around her wrists, pale white skin, and lightning blue eyes.

Zeus gasped in complete shock at this person. He gasped her name in shock "Thalia?!"

Thalia noticed the Iris Message and shouted gleefully at it shouting "Hey pops, nice to see ya! How do you like my work?!" She shocked Aeolus again with glee.

Zeus looked beyond furious and started to glow, trying to flash out to Thalia's location when he suddenly realize that he couldn't. He tried again and again but he stayed in the same spot. Percy shouted again "Oops! Did I forget to mention that I also made it so that you can't leave the arena as well? Whoops, my mistake, I guess I was having to much fun with Ares here. Speaking of which..."

Perseus strode towards Ares again, the god of war crawling away, scared shitless. He yelled in terror "PLEASE, PLEASE STOP! I BEG OF YOU, STOP! PLEASE HAVE MERCY!"

Perseus laughed hysterically and said "REALLY?! NOW YOU BEG?! HAHAHAHA! Ironic hearing that from YOU! But tell me why should I?! Did you give the innocent people you kill mercy? Did you give your crying, begging children who die in your name mercy? Did YOU show MERCY to MY MOTHER AND STEP-FATHER WHEN YOU KILLED THEM IN COLD BLOOD?!" His voice grew and his face scrunched more into a rage-filled look, one that terrified Ares rather than invigorate him.

Ares continued to scream out "PLEASE, PLEASE STOP! I'M SORRY! I WAS JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS! I WAS JUST FOLLOWING ZEUS'S ORDERS! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"

Perseus sneered at him and said "You're a coward Ares. You act big, bad, and tough, you act like your meanest, biggest, and and strongest of all the Olympians, when really you are just a scared little god in a world of big bad gods more powerful than you and you take out your jealousy, rage, and intentions onto those weaker than you. And when you suddenly bite off more than you can chew, you run behind daddy's shadow and cry, whine, and complain. YOU ARE WEAK ARES! YOU OLYMPIANS ARE WEAK! AND NOW YOUR JUDGEMENT DAY HAS COME! COURTESY OF CHAOS, THE CREATOR!"

Percy glowed violently, his power rising and the ground beneath shaking violently. Perseus started to glow darkly and what seemed like a cosmic glow surrounded him. The rumbling increased, Olympus itself shaking from the might of The Destroyer. He joined his hands together and they started to glow darkly. Percy then started to change himself. His hair spiked up slightly, except for the grey streak of hair, half of his hair glowing white while the grey streak of hair glowed silver. Black scales and cracked lines appeared on the right side of his face and neck while on his left side appeared white scales and lines. His left eye became black as night and his right eye glowed pure white. A ring of blood red appeared from the white eye and a ring of cyan blue and sea-green appeared on the black eye. Perseus's power seem to rise with no limit. Ares's true form seem to dim in comparison.

His hands opened to reveal a black ball that seem to spark and shake violently, as if it was unstable. Ares in a moment of clarity realized what it was: a miniaturized black hole!

Perseus voice boomed out "TODAY MARKS THE BEGINNING OF THE END FOR THE OLYMPIANS!" Khione's eyes and hands glowed black and shot beams of black ice at Boreas who screamed in pain. "TODAY I, PERSEUS JACKSON, SON OF SALLY JACKSON AND ADOPTED SON OF CHAOS, THE CREATOR OF ALL, HEREBY DECLARE WAR UPON NO OLYMPUS BUT THE ONES WHO RULE IT!" Beckendorf, was bathed in black fire and fired a stream of it at Notus, burning him and causing the god to scream. "THOSE WHO SIDE WITH ME OR CHOOSE NO SIDE TO FIGHT WILL BE SAVED FROM MY UNHOLY WRAITH! BUT THOSE WHO SIDE WITH THE OLYMPIANS, THOSE WHO SIDE WITH MURDEROUS, TRAITOROUS SCUM WILL RECEIVE NO MERCY AND WILL BE CAST INTO THE GATES OF THE UNDERWORLD AND FADED FROM EXISTENCE!" Silena glowed purple and, with a raise of his hands, Zephyros was raised from the earth, clutched his head, his eyes and mouth glowing purple and screamed in unimaginable pain. "THIS I SWEAR ON THE RIVER STYX, ON CHAOS, ON MY WORD AND HONOR, THAT OLYMPUS WILL BE SAVED FROM THE FILTH AND TRAITOROUS GODS THAT POLLUTE IT AND THE WORLD!" Bianca glowed purplish-black and shadows, with the same glow, raised Apheliotes, wrapped around him, and sank into him, causing him to scream. "YOU MAY HIDE, DREAD IT, RUN FROM IT, BUT YOUR DESTINY HAS ARRIVED. OR SHOULD I SAY, I HAVE ARRIVED!" Thalia turned to Aeolus, sparking in her own black lightning, and fired a massive blast at Aeolus, causing the god to scream. "Now what was it you said to me Ares?" Ares couldn't speak. He couldn't move. "OH THAT'S RIGHT! NOW DESCEND INTO OBLIVION!"

The black hole in Perseus's hands grew, growing more unstable and destructive. Perseus shifted to his side and brought the orb to the side as well. The earth beneath them cracked, the skies darken, and tiny rocks and particles in the ground rose into the air. As it grew more powerful and larger, Ares truly realized the fool he has been, the full consequences of his actions. His life flashed all his atrocities before his eyes, the full weight of his actions finally revealed. And he regretted it. The war god finally learned true remorse, true regret, but it was too little, too late.

Perseus shouted out "SPACE GOD SLAYER SECRETS ARTS! COSMIC WRAITH SPACE GOD'S BLACK HOLE OBLIVION!" Perseus launched his hands forward towards Ares, the now giant black hole firing in a massive blast zooming towards the Ares. Time slowed for Ares as his doom approached. The god war couldn't turn away, he watched the beauty and deadliness of the blast come towards him. He heard his father and mother shout out in the background, yelling for Perseus to stop. But he didn't want Perseus to stop. He finally realized his crimes, the Olympians' crimes, and it was time for them to pay. The universe has judged him and this was his sentence. This was his punishment. Now, he accepts it gladly.

As the blast hit, a black, massive explosion of energy engulfed the Arena, the blast rumbling all of Olympus. All that could be heard was the blast of power, the screams and roars of the King and Queen of Olympus, and the last cry of God of War.

An eternity seemed to have pass. The whole Arena was covered in smoke and dust, blinding the bracing Olympians from the result. But soon, the dust settled and the sight struck them to their core.

The one side of the Arena, where the blast faced was gone, the seats, stands, and walls obliterated. Massive burn marks, rubble, and cracks appeared wherever the beam passed. Perseus stood at the center of the Arena, his form returned to normal, looking perfectly normal. The Iris messages showed Boreas, on his broken throne, limp covered and pierced in ice, his eyes lifeless as a corpse, with Khione looking at the Iris Message with a sick twisted smile. The same results happened in the others, except with Notus's body covered in black flames and burned into ash, Zephyros's eyes lifeless and his body limp on the floor, Apheliotes, covered in deep bloody cuts, dead on the the floor, and Aeolus's body turned into a charred, burning corpse. The demigods all looked at their images with their grins and smiles. The Anemoi, the Wind Spirits, were dead.

But the Olympians couldn't look anywhere else, except for Ares.

What remained of Ares was his broken, bloodied, mangled body, his once glorious armor in pieces, his cape torn. His mouth was slightly open, no breath or groan came out. His limbs were limp, his chest slack, no breath, no rhythm of a heartbeat, no sign of life. Ares's eyes were wide and lifeless, the once burning, blood red eyes were glazed and slack.

The God of War has fallen.

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AAAAANNNNNNDDD CUT! TADA! How did you like the grand fight between Ares and Perseus. I tried to make it as epic and destructive as possible without going to overboard. I hoped you guys liked the effort and thought I put into this fight. You guys have wanted action and waited more than a few chapters for it, and so I tried to make it up and give you something special. I hoped that my use of God and Dragon Slaying Magic didn't take away the excitement of the fight, I know you guys have mixed feeling about them but I feel it was put to good use here. I'm sorry if the fight seemed too lopsided, I wanted to show Perseus's enormous power yet still give Ares a bit of the spotlight. I hoped you like Ares's true form, I plan on showing more of the gods' true forms and make better fights.

I hope you guys are liking the story. I must apologize for the delay and long update times but a lot is currently going on in my life and it is crazy. I had my gods sakes GRADUATION and I'm now a free man, ready to give you guys more stories...at least as much as a guy who has to eat, sleep, exercise, and play Fortnite can do...and until I go to college this August. Coincidentally, that's when my birthday!

I must also admit that I have had a SLIGHT case of writer's block, but who doesn't. But don't worry guys, I'm fighting it, pushing this story through, and will keep on writing. Also as a warning, I will be putting off writing for a week at best because I will be heading to Disney in a few days for a little R&R and some awesome time with my family.

Also I have been wondering if you guys can give me some advice. I have been trying to make a place for Perseus's base and headquarters and I don't know where it should be. I'm asking you guys for any idea which is the best.

Will it be: A) Mount Tam and turn the old Titan palace into the New Titan palace: New Tampolis or New Genesis

B) Have them have different secret bases until they defeat the Olympians and have Olympus be their home

or C) create a new mountain and new palace and have that be their home and headquarters.

Please write in the reviews you thought and it would be most appreciated. Other reviews and helpful tips are also appreciated.

Anyways, moving back into the story, what will happen next? What ramifications will occur now that Ares has faded? How will the Olympians feel with the first of them now dead? What next soul crushing event will occur next? Find out next time on the next chapter of The NEW TITANS: FALL OF OLYMPUS!

Wait...I actually don't feel so good. *Sees myself turning into dust* "Oh Mother-Fu..." *Vanishes.*