Hey guys! Ok, you all are seriously awesome. I mean, over 15 reviews within the first 24 hours of my chapter being posted?! Thank you so much! You guys rock. :) Anyways, here's the replies to stuff!

To almost everyone: Yes, I know the torture wasn't really torture. I wasn't sure if people considered almost choking someone to death torture.i And yes, this is rated T. But I wanted to be safe anyways, so I gave the warning. Sorry to disappoint you guys with no real torture. :) Don't worry; I might throw some better torture in later. I didn't want to have people yelling at me for not warning you. (It's happened before.)

To angeloflove214: I might do an Annabeth POV eventually. It doesn't really fit in here, but later i might be able to squeeze one in of her before judgement and while dying.

To Mindcr8fter: I think I'll keep Nico gay (not to sound rude or anything). Especially because I love Solangelo. :) I can't help it; they're so adorable! I think school gets out mid-June. Not sure when exactly. We had so many snow days.

To Greekgodsrox: That was a little thing called revenge. ;) I seriously didn't tell you what he said. :P Don't worry, I'll spill those secrets in this chapter. And yes, I seriously made Percy evil. Haha. :) That also seriously just happened. And I could tell that Annabeth chose rebirth for a reason... Or not. ;) A little thing called revenge. :P Heehee

Anyways, I own nothing! Please enjoy this chapter! :)

Nico's POV

I stood quickly and fell into a shadow before Percy could change his mind on letting me go. Gods, if he pulls through with his "promises" (or threats, as they should be referred to as), we're all so screwed.

One second I was standing in the worst part of hell; the next, I was standing before the assembled Olympian council.

"Nico di Angelo!" Zeus boomed, drawing all the attention to me. "What updates do you bring us of your prisoner, Perseus Jackson?"

The eyes of every Olympian and many other gods were glued to me. I bit my lip nervously; how do I obey my commands while not angering Zeus?

I went for the tactic of casually slipping in the bad news with the usual news. "Well, he's pretty well fed, all things considered. He managed to break out today, but he has a working toilet still, so he should consider himself lucky. The monsters guarding him gave him two meals a day, I believe."

Zeus nodded his head with what I said, thankfully not really listening to what I was saying. By the way her eyes widened, I could tell Artemis realized what I said. However, she didn't say anything. I wonder why.

I didnt linger on it too long though; I was just happy my idea worked. I'm a genius!

Zeus was still nodding his head to himself when he suddenly froze. I held my breath. "Wait, did you say he broke out?"

In retrospect, maybe I'm not really a genius... I guess that wasn't a good plan.

Zeus kept looking at me expectantly. Muttering swears under my breath, I nodded slowly.

Lightning flashed inside the throne room. All the other Olympians looked around in alarm, then at me with alarm. Zeus glared at me, then demanded, "Why didn't you stop him?"

I glared back. "I don't know," I sarcastically replied. "Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his hand was around my neck, with him about to choke me to death."

The King of the Gods scoffed. "Gods can't die."

I snorted, rolling my eyes. "You're right. In Tartarus, they can fade if they're in a position where they could 'die'."

"That's impossible!" Zeus exclaimed. The assembled immortals were watching us, their eyes flicking back and forth like a tennis match.

"For once, Zeus, shut up and listen to my son." Everyone's eyes turned to the shadows, where my dad was casually leaning against a tall marble column.

"Hades," Poseidon greeted uncomfortably. "We didn't know you were coming."

My dad shrugged. "I wasn't planning on coming. Until Iapetus came to inform me that his main prisoner escaped. I came to tell you. Until I found my son trying to do the same thing, but with little result." He looked pointedly at Zeus, and to my delight, the mighty king shrank back from his brother's gaze.

"I-it is a far-fetched story. The traitor could not h-have possibly–"

"Well, he did get out," Hades spat. "You can either realize that now or suffer the consequences. I, for one, don't want to be around when he gets here, even if you are prepared."

"Why not?" Athena asked. "You don't have trust in the defenses of Olympus?"

Dad opened his mouth, then stopped. He looked at me awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. "I believe Nico has a couple of my reasons for staying away." He nodded his head encouragingly, and that was all I needed to give me motivation.

I stepped forward. "Right as Percy was about to kill me, he said that he needed me as his messenger. I was only spared so he could get his message delivered to you."

"Well, what's the message, Nicolas?" Dionysis slurred, most likely drunk, from his throne. My dad shot him a warning look, to which the biffed God flinched.

"I believe Nico," he stressed my name, "was just about to get to that." He nodded to me again, but this time in a way of saying that the floor was returned to me. I smiled a bit, despite the message I was about to tell.

I took a deep breath. "There are several... 'Promises' Percy made. They aren't all very child appropriate. Some are disturbing. Others are very original. If anyone doesn't think they'll be able to hear the threats of a murderer imprisoned in Tartarus for years, then leave now."

A few of the more squeamish immortals stood up and left the room. All the Olympians, however, stayed.

I continued: "Ok. Percy said his threats in a list. I'm going to try to remember his exact wording, but I might have to paraphrase a bit.

"Okay, first. He said that he's going to break out of Tartarus. He already got the first part down: breaking out of his cell. Now he's coming for Olympus.

"He also says that he's going to murder all of you, make you fade, and if there's any remains, he'll cast them into the deepest parts of Tartarus."

I bit my lip before continuing. This is where it gets a little (more than a little) graphic.

Coughing slightly, I said, "He, uh, also has unique statements for each Olympian that 'wronged' him.

"First, Athena. You threatened to push him into the pit, but he was going to be your son-in-law. He was your family. So, for not believing him, he has a couple things to do to you before killing you." She glared at me, but didn't mean to glare at me. She wanted to glare at Percy.

"Would you like to hear your specific tortures?" I addressed the entire council, because each had a unique torture. "I hear that it's dangerous to know the future."