Perseus Jackson would forever remember the day he found out that Gabe Ugliano was dead.
Killed by his mother's hand...or, at least, Medusa's head which was in her hands.
He would never forget the second of pure glee that surged through him.
Because Gabe was dead.
Gabe who he hated with a passion. Gabe who hated him back. Gabe who smelled. Gabe who lived a miserable existence, seemingly only there to mooch off of his mother.
Gabe who his mother never loved.
And now he's dead.
Was he in the Fields of Punishment? Probably. Did he deserve it?
No. He deserved worse. He deserved to burn in the pits of Tartarus for what he had done to them.
For what he had done to his mother.
Because Gabe hit her and that was unforgivable.
And Percy moved on. He forgot Gabe existed. He forgot that his mother had killed him. He forgot because why on Earth would he try to remember such a man?
And so Gabe was forgotten.
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Gabe Ugliano had left behind a will.
Everything but his poker table went to Sally.
It wasn't very surprising, considering the fact that it was either her or Percy.
And he hated Percy.
So Sally was once again in control of her life.
And Eddie got a new poker table.
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Gabe was never found. He was mourned only by Eddie and his poker buddies, who now had one less person to win money from.
Gabe Ugliano was a horrible person and, after death, he was given exactly what he gave to the world: Nothing.
Just as the Fates decreed.
~Fin~
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Boom, Epilogue done, story complete, and I can wash my hands of this extremely confusing (though interesting to write) fic.
So, yeah. This is it. The End. Gabe is dead, few care, and Eddie has a new poker table.
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