Sorry for the wait. I was so busy the last couple of weeks with a lot of waterpolo and tests and stuff, but now I am back and will try to get a chapter a week or more. Presidents weekend is coming up so I will update on monday probably. Thanks for sticking with it, I know you will like this chapter. Read and Review.

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"You won't get SHIT from me!" Percy screamed as he was getting chained in Celestial Bronze in a dark room on Olympus. Most of the Olympians were present in the room, except for Poseidon, who couldn't bear to watch what Zeus was planning.

Percy, after being teleported to Olympus by Zeus, was then dragged through the city into a dark chamber underneath the Throne Room. The Celestial Bronze chains continued to be unbreakable, and despite his efforts, Percy knew he was trapped. Once in the room, Zeus took the chains and chained him to a wall. Percy was incapable from shadow-travelling, or using any sort of magic or special ability to escape.

"Is that so, Perseus?" Zeus roared at the demigod, willing his Master Bolt to appear in his hand. Percy's eyes widened at first, but put on a poker face before spitting at the thunder-god. Zeus sneered at Percy before barely touching Percy with the bolt.

"GGAAAHHHH," Percy yelled as thousands of volts of electricity coursed throughout his body. Zeus had just used a sliver of his bolt, which still almost killed Percy, but it was clearly not enough to be fatal as Percy was panting after the pain. All the hairs on his head were standing straight up, and it looked like he had just been baked alive.

"I could just kill you..." Zeus offered, sparking his bolt once more. Percy grinned this time.

"You don't have the balls to do it," Percy challenged. Zeus raised his bolt angrily, but before he could bring it down on his head, he was stopped by a brilliant Celestial Bronze Trident. The room smelled of salt-water, and Poseidon appeared.

"Don't do this Zeus. He may be a traitor, but he still is my son," the sea god said. Percy glared at his father.

"Now you come to the rescue, father?" he said, spitting out the word father. Poseidon winced at Percy's words, but sent him a look that said not now. Percy continued to glare at his father, who was under the angry gaze of Zeus.

"Just this once Poseidon," Zeus said, "but make it quick. If he doesn't want to talk, so be it." Zeus said, threatening Percy one last time before flashing out in a flash of lightning. The other gods still present did the same, leaving Poseidon and Percy alone in the chamber. Percy glared at his father angrily.

"Percy, I-"

"Save it, dad. You weren't there when I needed you most, all because you wouldn't stand up to your little brother!" Percy yelled. Poseidon just let his son fume out for several minutes, before replying calmly.

"Percy, I had no choice. You have no idea how important Zade was," Poseidon said, sparking Percy's curiosity. The Champion of Erebus and Tartarus quieted down for a moment. Poseidon smiled slightly, knowing that his son hadn't changed too much.

"What do you mean?" he asked his father.

"Percy... There is something important that I have wanted to tell you about why I couldn't stop what Zeus did. It wasn't just because of his son Zade. It's because Zade was the key to an ancient prophecy kept hidden any people outside the Olympian council for millennia," Poseidon informed his son. Percy's eyes-widened.

"Great prophecy? What was it about?" Percy asked.

"Son, I cannot tell you the direct words. It would be treason, which is why we have not been able to tell anyone. I only tell this to you so that I will not have to endure the pain of having a son look at me with hatred," Poseidon said while frowning. Percy had a tear falling from one eye, looking up at his father.

"I am sorry I judged you, dad. But know that I will never fight for Olympus," he said. Poseidon only nodded, before saying his good-byes to his favorite son and going back to Atlantis. Percy sighed, almost relieved at the news, but still worried about one thing. If Percy's suspicions were correct, then Zade was and still may be needed to keep Olympus safe. If and when he escaped, he knew he would have to tell his masters as soon as possible. He tried once more to break the chains, before passing out from exhaustion, being overtaken by nightmares of torture.

In Tartarus:

Adrastos had made it literally minutes after Percy had teleported to Camp Half-Blood. When he arrived at the Liberty State Park, he found it odd that Percy wasn't there, and feared the worst from his visions. He interrogated the soldiers, who said he shadow-traveled away in a fit, and he immediately shadow-traveled himself to the demigod camp. It was dark, and he hid well in the shadows.

When he arrived, he saw Percy chained to the floor, before Zeus came and flashed him away to Olympus. He had not been seen yet by the demigods, but did see the carcass and skeleton of Moros, which caused Adrastos to gape in awe. Moros must have been killed by one of the Olympians, he thought, before narrowing his eyes at the carcass. It was slowly dissolving into the earth, which was rather peculiar indeed, but the son of Prometheus just brushed it aside, focusing on what had just happened. Percy Jackson had been captured, and he needed to inform Erebus and Tartarus immediately. Adrastos cursed before going back to Liberty Park to tell his army and tell them to keep calm for the night. He then shadow-traveled to Tartarus, completely exhausted from the long distance. He struggled to make it into the Spiritual Chamber to communicate with his masters.

"Adrastos, what is the matter?" the voice of Tartarus rasped. Adrastos knelt down at the voice as he felt Erebus' presence enter the room. He started shaking nervously.

"My lords, Percy has been captured by the Olympians," he said, before he was knocked back by dark energy.

"WHAT?!" Erebus boomed in a rage, causing the room to nearly collapse. It would have, if Tartarus had not calmed him down.

"Brother, quiet yourself. This could indeed be helpful for us," Tartarus said, causing Erebus to become angered once more. Adrastos tried to stand strong, but was truly fearful at the events playing out before him.

"How could this possibly deem helpful to our cause, brother? We would need incredibly powerful beings for us to free him! Who would we use?" Erebus rumbled back. Three voices then pierced through the air, causing the room to sit in a silence. Adrastos recognized one, and his eyes widened in terror.

"We will."

Three tall, muscular beings walked out of the shadows. They each had armor on their heads, waists, shoulders, and legs, but had exposed midsections. Not that that mattered, though. They all wielded massive weapons, and their skin was a purplish-gray pigment. They had incredibly strong builds and large fangs, and the top of their heads had massive horns. The clear leader, being the biggest, stepped out first. He had a small cut on the middle of his chest, and a smug smile on his face.

It was clear that Tartarus and Erebus were slightly fearful, being part of the few who knew of their existence.

"Why do you wish to help us?" Tartarus questioned, slightly hesitant. Brutallus stepped forward.

"It appears your Champion has been captured. I owe him a favor for beating me in single combat, as well, and I believe now is the time for that favor to be upheld," Brutallus replied. He brothers stood there, one looking maliciously at Adrastos, the other staring irritably at his brother Brutallus. Before the Primordials could respond, Brutallus stopped himself.

"My gods, where are my manners? I need to introduce my brothers to you!" he said, half grinning. The malicious looking one stepped forward, his muscular build intimidating the son of Prometheus.

"I am Azarad, son of Gaea and the youngest of the Wrath-Bringers. I was always the most brutal and unrelenting of my brothers," he said in a deep, dark voice. He stepped back, and the other stepped forward.

"I am Trelopades, son of Gaea and the second-born of the Wrath-Bringers. I lust for blood of the weak, but am as wise as they come," he boomed as well. He stepped back, and Brutallus stepped forward once more.

"We are the most powerful deities on this planet, and I believe to enter Olympus you will need people who can live up to those traits," he boasted, much to the anger of the Primordials.

"Watch your tongue, nephew. It is best you not anger a Primordial god, especially in his presence," Tartarus warned. Brutallus' eyes gleamed wickedly.

"We both know, Tartarus, that you are not at your full power. If I were to find your physical source of power, I could cause you to fade in seconds," he threatened back. Tartarus was surprised by his knowledge, and held his tongue for the rest of the encounter.

"Well? Do you accept or not?" Azarad said, clearly wishing for the battle to start. Erebus pondered for a few moments, knowing that the three brothers could turn against them in the end, but decided that they were in fact needed.

"We accept. Tonight at sundown you will lead a small task force of monsters to Olympus. Free my Champion, and you shall be rewarded," Erebus said. The three Wrath-Bringers grinned at each other, before vanishing in dark vortex into the pit. Adrastos let out a sigh of relief he did not know he was holding, as did Tartarus. Adrastos had a grim look upon his face, clearly shocked at the presence of not one, but three Wrath-Bringers. Brutallus was powerful enough, but to have two other beings just as powerful was truly a force to be reckoned with.

"Those three could turn out to be our downfall. Adrastos, keep watch on them if you can, and report to us of in suspicious behavior," Erebus commanded. Adrastos nodded, before shadow-traveling back to Liberty State Park. Erebus and Tartarus waited for the demititan to leave, before speaking rather worriedly to each other.

"How could that Wrath-Bringer fiend know about our secret? If they were to find our physical source of power, we would be doomed!" Tartarus said to his brother. Erebus was just as worried.

"We will need to keep them extra-protected. We need those if we are to rise once more to an incarnate form. I truly am getting tired of just being a spirit," Erebus replied. Tartarus nodded before they both parted ways and got back to their business. Tartarus began raising more ancient monsters though, this time hoping to surprise the Olympians.

Camp Half-Blood:

"Thank you everyone for coming," Annabeth said to the group of cabin leaders sitting in the council room in the Big House. Chiron was present as well, and along with the other demigods, did not know why Annabeth had called this meeting. He nodded to her, signaling for her to start. She took a deep breath, clearing her nagging thoughts, and began speaking.

"Great job everybody for the success on capturing Percy. You all did excellent, but there is a pressing matter we need to discuss," she said to the group. They stared at her confused, before she continued on. "Olympus will not be able to hold Percy." They demigods stared at her disbelieving. Chiron shuffled his feet.

"Annabeth, my dear. I believe I misheard you, but did you just say Olympus will not be able to keep Percy contained?" Chiron asked incredulously. Annabeth nodded before sighing. She had to clear her conscious of something, but didn't know how to word it.

"Look, guys, I know I have not been completely honest with you, and you may be wondering about what Percy yelled at my about when we captured him, so I'm just gonna tell you now. I would visit Percy while he was with his army of monsters," she said seriously. There were many different looks around the group of campers. Some being surprise, others being anger, and of course, the Stolls, looking amused as they saw a subject that could be poked fun out.

"Excuse me, Annabeth?" Connor said smirking, as he cleared his throat confidently. "Define visit, please," he mused. Annabeth blushed a deep shade of red, before shooting him a vicious glare. He shuddered, but Travis continued smirking at her.

"I would spend the night with Percy," she said, slowly and clearly. Travis' smirk grew, and he winked at his brother.

"What would you two, ah, do, during these little "visits,"' Travis said, using his fingers to quote the word, visits. Annabeth glared at Travis this time as her blush grew a deeper shade of crimson, who just smiled and laughed with his brother, much to Annabeth's annoyance. Chiron had finally had enough, so he stomped his foot on the ground.

"Enough!" he yelled. They immediately shut up, and Annabeth sent them one last look that said, watch your backs. "Carry on, Annabeth," Chiron said to her.

"Thank you Chiron. As I was saying, when I was with him, I noticed he had something that made me shiver. He had a massive scar ranging across his torso, going from his neck to his navel diagonally. It looked mangled and recent, and did not look like it had been from any sort of normal weapon. What I am trying to say is that our enemies," she said, stressing enemies instead of saying Tartarus and Erebus, "may have monsters or ancient deities we do not know about at their disposal. They may possibly but free-lances from the Pit, but to sum things up, I think that they would have no trouble freeing Percy," she finished, looking around the room.

Chiron stroked his beard in deep thought.

"Do you think we should inform the Olympians?" he asked. She nodded, and fished out a drachma from her pocket. She walked over to a nearby fountain, making the mist fly out.

"O Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, accept my offering," she said. The coin dissolved into the mist. "Show me the Olympus Throne Room," she said. The mist contorted into a vision of Olympus, but what they saw made all of the demigods fearful for their lives.

Manhattan:

"Alright, you know the drill brothers," Brutallus whispered to Azarad and Trelopades. They both grinned wickedly, knowing what they were about to do. True, their mission was to free Percy, but they wanted to cause as much destruction as possibly. They were going to slaughter any mortal creature that got in their path, and completely and utterly destroy any god who dared step in their way. Brutallus separated his massive axe into two once more, while Azarad carried a massive broadsword and Trelopades wielded a massive spear and shield. They turned to their small squadron of fifteen monsters. They were only bringing a fifteen Wyrms and ten Maro, which stood about five feet tall. Although they appeared weak and defenseless a single Marox could infiltrate the highest security prison and break everyone out without the guards noticing. They were masters with daggers as well as sabotage and poison, perfect for the mission ahead. They had yellow eyes like goblins, and their skin color consisted from gray to a light purple. They had pointy ears as well.

They were standing outside the massive Empire State Building, waiting to enter and board the elevator. They knew they couldn't enter a vortex into Olympus, for Olympus was heavily enchanted by Hecate and the Winds, much to the Wrath-Bringers' dismay. They had fifteen soldiers, because that is all that would fit within the small elevators that carried upwards. The gods had installed a second elevator to Olympus, which helped out greatly for the monsters could now have more room to themselves.

"Listen, soldiers," Brutallus announced, getting the attention of the Maro and Wyrms. "We are going to start our mission now. Me, Azarad and Trelopades will enter one elevator along with five Maro. the other five Maro, as well with the Wyrms, will enter the other. We will meet at the top to start the main portion of the mission. When upon Olympus, do not hesitate to kill anyone or anything standing in your path, be them god or nymph. We shall show them the true power they are dealing with!" he commanded. Earning cheers from the monsters. He smiled at his brother Trelopades and nodded, signaling him to take it from their, for he was the wisest of the three Wrath-Bringers.

"Alright. The Maro are immediately going to find Percy. Travel in twos and search underneath every building for him. Wyrms; you are all going to hold off any enemies that are minor gods, and possibly weaker Olympians, while us three will tire out the more powerful gods. Worry not for us, we are the most powerful beings on this planet, and will not need assistance. Once you locate Percy, inform us, and Brutallus will free him, as his weapon is one of the few that can cut Celestial Bronze," he informed the army. They all nodded, understanding the plan. Brutallus stepped forward, smiling sadistically, and raised his weapon in the air.

"Time to die, Olympians!" he roared upwards. They all cheered quietly, and walked into the lobby. All the mortals were frozen by the sheer power that the Wrath-Bringers emitted, and because they possessed such great ability in magic, they could freeze weak beings in place. The doorkeeper who allowed people into Olympus was hiding under his desk at the what he was seeing. Brutallus laughed before lifting up the mortal by the neck. Snapping it instantly. He tossed the body across the room and continued towards the elevators.

"Separate. Move," Azarad ordered, shuffling his feet in anticipation and anxiety, ready to spill some blood. They got into their assigned elevators, before going upwards at blinding speeds six hundred floors. The three brothers were crouching in the elevators, for they were too tall to stand up. When they finally reached the top, Azarad kicked down the door before it could open.

"Oops," he laughed. He picked up the metal door and hurled it at a nearby building. Laughing maniacally as he did it. The Maro quickly dispersed, and the Wyrms all roared before leaving to fight the beings who had been alerted of their presence. Brutallus, Azarad, and Trelopades fast-walked up to the Throne Room, followed by the Wyrms. They occasionally killed the Nymphs and Satyrs who attacked them, but saved their energy for their fight against the Olympians. Brutallus knew Zeus would be alerted of their presence, so he masked it with magic before they had started the mission.

When they finally arrived in the Throne Room, he unmasked their auras, and most of the Gods and Goddesses were alerted by the sheer power they were emitting before they even saw them. They were in a council meeting, and Zeus immediately grabbed for his bolt and stood before them.

"Who dares interrupt my meeting?" he roared. Brutallus just laughed, and snapped his fingers, shutting the doors behind him. He and his brothers walked forward, their sadistic looks clearly frightening the Olympians, who were oblivious to who they were. At first, Brutallus was confused. Zeus stared at them unfaltered, however. "Who are you?" he boomed.

"We are the eldest Children of Gaea, puny god. We are immortal, and the personifications of destruction, death, doom, terror, torture, and sheer horror. We are the Wrath-Bringers," he yelled, causing the room to shake. Zeus winced, before standing back up, arrogant as ever.

"I have heard of no such beings. If you wish to die, then fight!" he yelled, slamming his bolt into the ground. The other Olympians stood up, and Ares charged at Trelopades. Trelopades threw his spear through the God of War, who slumped over with a gaping wound in his chest. Ichor splattered everywhere and surged across the Throne Room. The spear flew back into Trelopades hand, who looked back at Zeus.

"You have never heard of us, Thunder God, for we were too demonic and sadistic in the eyes of our Gaea and our father Ouranus. They cast us into Tartarus, and erased us from history. But no matter, you all will still die excruciatingly," Azarad said, his fiery eyes gleaming dangerously. Zeus looked nervous, but held his ground.

"Olympians! Fight! Charge! Show these fiends why Olympus is the greatest power on Earth!" he bellowed, rallying the spirits of his family. They stood up, strength renewed, and charged the Wrath-Bringers. Brutallus quickly summoned a black ball of energy, surrounding the three of them with Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus. Zeus tried to escape the dome, but found he could not.

"Azarad, take Poseidon. Trelopades, take Hades. Zeus is mine," Brutallus said, before they charge the Big Three.

It truly was a spectacle to be remembered, this clash of brothers. Fighting with unrelenting vigor, neither side could take the upper-hand. Although not worried about losing, the Wrath-Bringers did not have much at stake. The Olympians, however, were not only shocked at this infiltration of monsters, but had their kingdom and rule as gods at stake, which caused them to truly fight for their lives.

Brutallus hacked away at Zeus, slicing a gash in his shoulder. Zeus winced, and brought down his Master Bolt on Brutallus, lighting up the Throne Room. Brutallus fell to one knee, before standing up, glaring at Zeus. Trelopades and Hades were even-matched, and fought strategically against each other. A dodge here. A block there. A strike there.

The other Olympians were held back by the Wyrms, but Artemis was the strongest of the other Olympians and was fighting strong. She fired silver-arrows, brilliant as moonbeams at the dragonkin, keeping them at bay, but not quite killing them. The skin of the Wyrms was thick and tough, but they were still wounded by the arrows. Three Wyrms lay dead on the floor, continuing to fight the other gods. Ares was still passed out completely, his wound still oozing blood.

Azarad was gaining the upper hand of Poseidon, who was struggling to keep the ancient demon at bay. The Wrath-Bringer was laughing madly in a frenzy, hacking away at the sea-god. Poseidon exploded a fountain outside the floor room, and willed the water at the dome of dark energy, but it did not break the prison that the Big Three were in, so they continued fighting.

Brutallus had finally disarmed Zeus from his master bolt, but was still being bombarded with hundreds of smaller lightning bolts. Right when he was about to strike down the Thunder God, a small creature hobbled through the door. It appeared to be a bloodied Marox, just reporting what they had found.

"Lord Brutallus. Percy Jackson is underneath the Throne Room, down the corridor to your left and down some stairs," he reported. Brutallus nodded, before turning back to Zeus.

"This isn't over, Zeus," he said as he slashed one final blow into the King of The Gods' thigh. He then snapped his fingers and appeared down the hall. He followed the Marox's orders, going down the corridor, and then a flight of stairs. He finally approached a dark door, which he kicked down easily. He looked inside at a figure who was chained to the wall, obviously battered and broken by means of torture. He just managed to lift his head at Brutallus, before noticing who it was.

"Hello Brutallus," Percy mused, showing no emotion. Brutallus flashed a wicked smile a the demigod.

"I owe you a favor, but if you don't want me to free you, I can just go..." he threatened, turning towards the door. Percy's head shot up and he gazed intently at the Wrath-Bringer.

"No! Please, free me," he said, almost begging. Brutallus waltzed over towards the Champion of the Primordials, before cutting his chains in one quick motion. Percy collapsed to his knees out of pain and exhaustion, but Brutallus held out his massive hand and caught the demigod. Percy took it, and stared into Brutallus' eyes gratefully.

"Thank you. Will you continue to fight the Olympians with us?" he asked as he was brought to his feet. Brutallus smiled at the son of Poseidon sadistically, causing Percy to shudder.

"Gladly."

How was that? did you like the other wrathbringers Azarad and Trelopades? If so, great! If not, oh well, I enjoyed writing about them. I was inspired by how unrelenting and merciless Kratos was in the God of War game franchise, and I kind of based their sadistic and bloodthirsty traits from that. I hope you liked the chapter, had to put a lot of thought into it.

I read all your suggestions and reviews, and I am thinking of putting a lot of them into the story. Thanks again to Wacko12 for the plot ideas and for all the help you have given me.

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