Hello guys! Oh my gods, thanks for all the reviews last chapter! I love you guys You're the best. :) Anyways, here we go!

To Nixi/SOP: I liked your chapters! I can't really give you an honest opinion about the song lyrics because I couldn't listen/read to them to a beat. You have to have a good beat. Or else the entire song could be garbage. I'm still thinking about whether or not to include your character. I'm not sure if I'll really have any OCs in this story, other than nameless people.

To picnic990: I'm glad you liked my comedy. :) I like to think I'm pretty good at comedy most of the time I go for it. Wasn't sure if that was a recipe for disaster. :)

to Guest: First, yeah the chapters are kinda short. Sorry about that. Also, I hereby promise you that I will never abandon this story. I might have to take a break (if I go on vacation, or if I have a really busy night that I can't write on, or if I'm super sleep deprived) for about a week (seven days, not seven updates) but I promise I'll try to never miss more than three updates. That's pretty good, actually. I also hate to see good stories be abandoned. It's kinda depressing. So I'm not gonna let this be abandoned. Unless something happens to me. Like, something fatal. Which I hope doesn't happen! And now I'm freaking myself out. Ok. I liked your smiley face with the double chin. :))

Thanks to everyone else for the reviews too! I enjoyed reading each one, but I couldn't respond to all of them. I always read every review, so don't worry; your review(s) have been read. .) It's a cyclops. I own nothing but please enjoy this chapter!

Nico's POV

"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."

Athena scoffed. "Of course we want to know, half-blood."

I shrugged. "Your funeral." Then I smirked darkly, causing many Olympians to visibly shudder. "Now whose torture shall we describe first? Any volunteers?"

Apollo raised his hand. Like the foolish god he is, he took his earbuds out just as I was asking for volunteers. I doubt he knows what he volunteered for.

"Are you sure?" I asked Apollo, all traces of my dark smirk gone.

Slightly hesitant, the sun god replied, "Yep."

I took a deep breath. "Lord Apollo. Here's your list of tortures that Percy promises to you.

"First, he said he wants to set all your temples and palaces on fire and force you to watch the flames climb into the sky as your possessions are destroyed. Then he'd, um, have you roll naked in the ashes to both humiliate you and further scatter the remains of your worldly objects.

"Also, he'd force you to crash your sun chariot into the ocean, preventing your godly abilities from saving it from harm.

"Among other things, Percy also says he'll send parachute pants back down to the mortals from Olympus, along with other questionable articles of clothing. Coming from the gods of Olympus, that'd inspire the demigods and mortals to return to the age of parachute pants and other questionable clothing choices."

Apollo's face showed his inner torture clearly on the outside. He gasped a little louder each time I said a different torture or complication to the torture. When I finished the last one, he fell off his throne onto his knees and shouted, "Why? Why would anyone be so cruel to me? It's because I'm so good looking. Why do I have to be so devilishly handsome?"

All the other immortals and I watched in discomfort as Apollo sobbed about parachute pants at the foot of his throne.

When I was finally able to tear my eyes away from the scarring sight, I tried to get the attention of the other Olympians. "Ok! Who wants to to next?"

Every eye darted to the hysterically-crying Apollo. No one volunteered.

I tsked. "Well, you all have to to eventually. Athena did volunteer you all," I said, smirking as everyone turned to glare at the blushing wisdom goddess.

"Who should I pick to go next?" I mused. I described the tortures for Ares, Athena, Zeus, Hera, and Poseidon. Hera had a torture schedule that resembled Apollo's. Athena's schedule was fairly harsh, about equal with that of Ares. Zeus's was worse than Athena's. And Poseidon had the worst torture threat out of all of them. Along with the usual dismembering and vandalism, Percy also promised his former-father a whole list of fun sounding tortures, such as: forcing two gallons of gasoline into his body (while also soaking his skin in it) then lighting a match; gouging out his eyeballs with white-hot, rusty forks; and, my personal favorite, submerging him in a vat of boiling hot sauce after leaving tiny little cuts all over the sea god's body.

When i finished describing the torture, there was dead silence. Everyone was contemplating what I had just said. Then Artemis spoke up.

"I volunteer to know my torture next." Her face was set in cold determination, hard like rock.

Hey guys! So sorry for the really short chapter. It was Memorial Day weekend, and I had a couple of late nights, too late for me to do any writing. I only have the time to write when I'm supposed to be asleep at night, but if I spend too much time writing ill be sleep deprived. I'm really sorry for the short chapter. I'll try to make a longer one next update.