Tried to get this up as soon as I could. Hope you guys like it. Shows two parts of views of the mission, and many perspectives of Percy from his former friends. Read, review, and enjoy! If things seem tedious or repetitive, please try to understand as this chapter was more than necessary in the plot development.

One question for you all to answer in the reviews: Do you want Percy to continue to fight for the Primordials or turn back to a "good guy" in the end? Just want to see your guys' view of things. Personally I like evil Percy. It is really fun to write him like this, and he is just so fricken badass I just love it. Hahahaha.

There will be a bonus question at the end of the chapter, and if you get it on, you will be REWARDED! So read and review!

Now on with the story!

"Gladly," Brutallus said to Percy, smiling with an evil grin. Percy nodded at the Wrath-Bringer, and tried to walk after him as they left the room they were in. Percy immediately stumbled down to his knees. He stumbled up to his feet before Brutallus turned around and eyed the demigod warily. He snapped his fingers, and Percy jolted upright immediately. The room filled with a grayish-purple flash of energy, and Percy was completely healed from his wounds. He looked down at his hands, and brushed off his clothes before turning to the one person he knew he shouldn't of been happy to see once more.

"Thank you..." he said awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair. He never thought he would be saying thank you to the being who nearly killed him. It was clear Brutallus could kill Percy now because his magical and godly powers were in effect, and he knew that he should not bring the topic up. He was sure the Wrath-Bringer would be furious that he had lost to a mere demigod, so he decided to stay as quiet as possible.

Percy was brought out of his thoughts by the grunt of the Wrath-Bringer. Percy looked to his side to see Brutallus signaling him if he was ready. Percy nodded and Brutallus clapped, opening a portal to the Throne Room. They stepped in, and were immediately engulfed with chaotic battle.

Wyrms were fighting the minor gods and weaker Olympians, keeping them at bay and separating them from the Big Three, while little purple creatures ran around stealthily killing any defenders of Olympus. Percy saw two other beings, almost identical to Brutallus battling the Big Three. Azarad and Trelopades were rusty and not used to battle at the start because of their slumber for eons, but they had got the feel for their weapons once more and were putting pressure on Zeus, Hades and Poseidon. Percy looked at Trelopades hack away at his father, and was about to interrupt until Zeus caught eye of Percy. His roar stopped all the battles in the room.

"HOW DID THE BOY ESCAPE? KILL PERCY JACKSON AT ONCE!" he commanded, and every Olympian turned towards him. Brutallus signaled his brothers over to him and Perseus, and the other two Wrath-Bringers appeared behind Brutallus, ready to leave at his will. The Wyrms circled up as well, retreating to the Wrath-Bringers from their previous onslaught. Poseidon looked at his son with sad eyes, and Percy couldn't hold his gaze. He turned away, trying to avoid tears from welling up. His father wasn't a coward after-all, and still loved Percy more than he knew. He realized that Poseidon was the last Olympian he could call friend, for all the others wouldn't hesitate to kill him by order of Olympus, save the peaceful ones such as Hestia.

He cleared the tears from his eyes before pulling a pen out of his pocket. He clicked it, and Anaklusmos appeared, but black as night. He pointed it at Zeus angrily.

"You shall taste this blade Zeus, and pay for your tyranny!" he shouted at the King of the Gods. Zeus snarled at the demigod.

"I should have killed you when you murdered my son. I guess now, I finally have the chance," he snapped at the Champion of the Primordials. He willed the Master Bolt to fly into his hands, and the sky outside the room lit up. Percy cracked his neck and fingers, before smiling evilly at his uncle.

"I'd like to see you try!" he yelled, as he began to draw shadows from around the room towards him. Hades regarded him with wide eyes, and looked startled by the power the boy possessed. Percy began to fill with energy, and he began to levitate slowly off the ground, before peaking at around five feet. He began to shake as energy and power filled his body.

Zeus' eyes widened before he fired his Master Bolt at Percy. It hit the shadows around him, and he pulsed with energy.

"NOOOOO!" Poseidon yelled at he ran over to his son, but he was thrown across the room by a wave of dark energy. Percy just appeared angered by the bolt, much to the shock of the entire throne room. The Champion of Erebus and Tartarus was then encased with the Shadows, as he pointed his blade at Zeus. He yelled out to the Thunder God, his voice echoing with the power of a Primordial.

"Zeus! Prepare to meet your doom! You shall pay for what you did to me all those years ago!" he roared. He pointed his blade at the Thunder God, whose eyes widened with fear. Percy began to focus the energy towards the King of the Olympians, before something abruptly stopped him. Something hovering in the Throne Room caught his eyes. It appeared to be an Iris-Message.

Percy began to levitate down towards the ground as the energy left him. He fell to one knee, before rising, facing the Iris-Message. The cabin-leaders of Camp Half-Blood were watching in shock and pure terror at what Percy had just done. He could see a few of the shudder under his gaze, but what caught his eye was an exquisite girl with blonde hair and gray eyes, looking at him with horror. That was what snapped Percy out of his frenzy, but he was instantly filled with betrayal as he remembered how he was captured in the first place.

He glared at Annabeth and shook his head in disgust, which caused her to sob. He turned his back on the girl, before walking back over to the Wrath-Bringers and the rest of the Maro and Wyrms.

"We shall meet again Zeus, and next time we will not hold back our true power," Brutallus spoke to the King of the gods. Zeus was absolutely furious.

"He will not dare leave. You will answer to justice!" he bellowed back to the Wrath Bringer. This time Azarad stepped forward.

"Justice does not toss innocent demigods into Tartarus, puny Olympian. You best not anger me more, or I shall kill every living being in this room slowly, and I will make it excruciatingly enjoyable for me," he said seriously, his eyes glinting grotesquely at the end. Zeus trembled slightly, before the three Wrath-Bringers willed a vortex of energy to transport them all back to Liberty State Park. Percy had been healed by Brutallus, but was still exhausted. However, the eldest children of Gaea were not nearly satisfied with their battle.

"Blast! I was so ready to annihilate those pathetic gods!" Azarad complained. Trelopades rolled his eyes and Brutallus merely chuckled. Azarad looked like a child who had just gotten candy taken away from him, and Percy could not help but try to stifle a laugh.

"You will in due time, brother. We had a mission remember, and we completed it successfully with minimal losses as well," Trelopades said to Azarad. It was very impressive that only two Maro had fallen along with seven Wyrms during the course of the rescue. The gods were clearly taken by surprise and not battle ready, but it seemed peculiar that they hadn't defeated more of the monsters. He then looked down at Percy.

"So you are the mighty Perseus Jackson? The one who defeated my brother here," he said nudging Brutallus. The eldest Wrath-Bringer scowled at Trelopades, bringing a smirk to Trelopades' face. Percy shrugged, before wincing as his scar began to ache.

"Not without pain and reminders," he said, revealing his massive scar across his torso. Azarad's eyes widened at the size of the cut. He turned to Brutallus, questioning why the demigod had not died. Brutallus just ignored his brothers, clearly showing that it was a touchy subject. Percy shuffled his feet awkwardly, as the four of them stood in silence for a while longer. Percy then looked at the three children of Gaea, and bowed his head in thanks.

"Thank you all for rescuing me. I look forward to fighting with you all," he said regarding the Wrath-Bringers. Brutallus wiped the scowl off his face before studying the demigod keenly, much to Percy's confusion.

"We will be going back to our Old Halls down in the depths of Tartarus. In the meantime, I'd not get tricked into silly traps again," he mocked. Percy rolled his eyes, and Azarad chuckled. The Wrath-Bringers stood shoulder to shoulder before Brutallus leaned his large build down to whisper something into Percy's ear.

"Watch your back..." he said giving Percy a sly smile. They then faded into dark dust, and were gone. Percy's eyes widened at what he said.

Watch your back...

The words rang in his ears like a guitar out of tune. It was a troubling thing to hear from a powerful being at the time. If there was one thing he knew now, it was not to trust the Wrath-Bringers. He looked around one last time before walking to his tent, making sure to check around him. He ordered his soldiers to take shifts in watch-duty, before he lay down into sleep.


Camp Half-Blood:

Everyone was gathered in the war room/rec room of the Big House. Annabeth walked over to the fountain, and flipped a gold drachma into the mist.

"Show me the Mt. Olympus Throne Room," she said to the mist. IT contorted into an image that made all their eyes bug out.

The Throne Room was in absolute chaos. The gods were fighting dragon-like monsters that had four legs, and were not making much progress against the creatures. There was Ichor splattered across the floor, along with monster blood and golden dust. There was a strange transparent black orb of energy in the center of the room, and inside of it were three massive humanoid beings with incredible fighting skills, waging an epic battle with the Big Three. But the worst image that they saw was not that. It was the limp and unmoving form of the War God Ares, strewn across the marble floor, surrounded in a pool of Golden Ichor.

Clarisse had tears in her eyes, but they were quickly overcome with her rage.

"DAD! NO!" she screamed. She banged her fists on the ping-pong table, before throwing her chair behind her. It fell with a large crash against the floor of the Big-House, silencing the rest of the group. She started running towards the door, but was stopped by Chiron.

"My dear, where are you going?" Chiron asked. Clarisse sent him a glare.

"I'm going to help my father and the gods, unlike all of you pansies," she snarled before making a move to the door once more. Chiron intervened once more, stopping her dead in her tracks, clearly agitated this time.

"Clarisse La Rue! Going to Olympus at this time would be suicide! Are you insane?" he exclaimed. Clarisse sighed, knowing he was right, and grudgingly took her seat once more. They were all unnerved by the sight of Ares, but all they could do was watch and pray that they would prevail. They all focused their eyes on the screen once more.

It truly was a spectacle to be remembered, this clash of brothers. Fighting with unrelenting vigor, neither side could take the upper-hand. The three monsters continued to bombard the Big Three, but it seemed that they did not have much at stake. The Olympians, however, were not only shocked by this break in by the monsters, but they were fighting to protect their thrones. If they were defeated here, they would surely fade.

The largest of the three creatures hacked away at Zeus, slicing a gash in his shoulder. Zeus winced, and brought down his Master Bolt on the purple demon, lighting up the Throne Room. He fell to one knee, before standing up, glaring at Zeus. A second creautre and Hades were even-matched, and fought strategically against each other. The battle waged across the entire room.

Thalia's eyes bugged when she saw her father get wounded. She had never seen anyone lay a finger on Zeus. The closest anyone had gotten to hurting him slightly was when Poryphiron grazed his leg with his spear at the end of the Giant War. She gasped, along with everyone watching from the rec room when the massive purple being got up after being hit with Zeus' master bolt.

"But... how?" she asked to no one in particular. The demigods exchanged worried glances. She turned to Chiron.

"Chiron. What are those... beings?" she asked. Chiron just shook his head.

"I do not know Thalia, but what I do know is that they will pose a serious threat to us and will surely make the war much more difficult for us," he replied. They turned their heads back to the Iris Message. Annabeth kept quiet during this ordeal, but was trying to put the pieces together.

The other Olympians were held back by the Wyrms, but Artemis, being the quickest and most fearless of the other Olympians was as still 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 four-legged reptiles was thick and tough, but they were still wounded by the arrows. A few of them lay dead on the floor, continuing to fight the other gods. The demigods were also startled by these creatures. They knew not of what they were, and it appeared that they were very powerful. Not to mention the size of a small car. Ares, on the other hand, was still passed out completely, and his wound still oozing blood.

One of the three purplish gray beings was gaining the upper hand of Poseidon, who was struggling to keep the ancient demon at bay. The deity was laughing like a lunatic, clearly in a blood thirsty frenzy. The sound was unsettling to the demigods, and many of them shifted in their seats. Poseidon exploded a fountain outside the Throne 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.

The biggest creature of the three had finally disarmed Zeus from his master bolt, but was still being bombarded with hundreds of smaller lightning bolts. Thalia gasped once again. She thought it was the end for her father, but she did not know that he was saved by something as little as a report. Right when he was about to strike down the Thunder God, a small creature hobbled through the door. It appeared to be a bloodied creature, about five feet in height. It walked up to the creature, right through the dome of dark energy.

"Lord Brutallus. Percy Jackson is underneath the Throne Room, down the corridor to your left and down some stairs," he reported. The creature 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. Zeus bellowed in pain and lit up the Throne Room. The Iris-Message almost lost its connection, but they could still see.

"So Brutallus is his name," Annabeth observed. She was intrigued, but also disturbed by these beings. If they were more powerful than Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon, then nothing could stop them, she thought. She turned to the other cabin leaders.

"We need to find a way to deal with those three beings, who I assume to be brothers, and fast," she said. Everyone nodded in agreement, but Travis Stoll raised his hand.

"Not to be a Johnny Raincloud, but how the hell are we gonna beat those guys? I mean one of them was toying with Zeus, barely getting hurt, not to mention just getting knocked over by the Master Bolt," he said. Although Annabeth did not like his attitude, she knew he was right. Travis looked at her waiting for an answer. Annabeth just sighed.

"I do not know yet, but I may have an idea," she said. Many people raised their eyebrows. Annabeth never did not have an idea. Things were truly turning to the worst, they presumed. They turned back to the screen, and gasped at the sight.

The being known as Brutallus reappeared in the Throne Room, but he was not alone this time. Standing next to him was a boy, who looked about 23 years old. His shirt was off, and he was incredibly muscular. He had jet black hair, and eyes that matched. The iris and sclera of his eyeballs were completely black as well, but other than that, he was incredibly handsome. He was walking with a limp and look beat up, but what really caught their eyes was the massive, jagged scar ranging across his torso from his neck to his navel. He was glaring at Zeus.

Annabeth paled at the sight. "Percy..." she muttered. Chiron regarded her with sad eyes, and it seemed like the whole room pitied her. She truly had been through a lot in her life, and instead of getting the happily ever after she ever so wanted, she was stuck with a banished soul-mate who had turned to the dark side.

"He looks worse than I thought," Thalia observed. The Stolls nodded in agreement. Clarisse just stared at his incredibly ripped torso, causing Annabeth to glare at her. When she faced the daughter of Athena, she held up her hands in protest.

"I'm not checking out your man, Annabeth. I was just looking at that giant scar on his body," she said. Annabeth let out a sigh of relief, before nodding in understanding. They all turned back to the screen.

"HOW DID THE BOY ESCAPE? KILL PERCY JACKSON AT ONCE!"Zeus yelled commanded, and every Olympian turned towards him. Brutallus signaled his brothers over to him and Perseus, and the other two creatures appeared behind Brutallus, ready to leave at his will. The dragon like monsters circled up as well, retreating to the Wrath-Bringers from their previous onslaught. Poseidon looked at his son with sad eyes, and Percy couldn't hold his gaze. He turned away, trying to avoid tears from welling up. His father wasn't a coward after-all, and still loved Percy more than he knew. He realized that Poseidon was the last Olympian he could call friend, for all the others wouldn't hesitate to kill him by order of Olympus, save the peaceful ones such as Hestia. Annabeth noticed the sadness in his eyes as well.

He cleared the tears from his eyes before pulling a pen out of his pocket. He clicked it, and Anaklusmos appeared, but black as night. He pointed it at Zeus angrily.

"You shall taste this blade Zeus, and pay for your tyranny!" he shouted at the King of the Gods. Zeus snarled at the demigod.

"I should have killed you when you murdered my son. I guess now, I finally have the chance," he snapped at the Champion of the Primordials. He willed the Master Bolt to fly into his hands, and the sky outside the room lit up. Percy cracked his neck and fingers, before smiling evilly at his uncle.

"I'd like to see you try!" he yelled, as he began to draw shadows from around the room towards him. Hades regarded him with wide eyes, and looked startled by the power the boy possessed. Percy began to fill with energy, and he began to levitate slowly off the ground, before peaking at around five feet. He began to shake as energy and power filled his body.

The campers' eyes widened with fear and awe.

Zeus' eyes widened before he fired his Master Bolt at Percy. It hit the shadows around him, and he pulsed with energy.

"NOOOOO!" Poseidon yelled at he ran over to his son, but he was thrown across the room by a wave of dark energy. Percy just appeared angered by the bolt, much to the shock of the entire throne room. The Champion of Erebus and Tartarus was then encased with the Shadows, as he pointed his blade at Zeus. He yelled out to the Thunder God, his voice echoing with the power of a Primordial.

"Zeus! Prepare to meet your doom! You shall pay for what you did to me all those years ago!" he roared. He pointed his blade at the Thunder God, whose eyes widened with fear. Percy began to focus the energy towards the King of the Olympians, before something abruptly stopped him. He looked right at the Iris Message, and was confused at first before the shadow began to swirl back to their respective places.

Percy began to levitate down towards the ground as the energy left him. He fell to one knee, before rising, facing the campers. The cabin-leaders of Camp Half-Blood were watching in shock and pure terror at what Percy had just done. He could see a few of the shudder under his gaze, but what caught his eye was an exquisite girl with blonde hair and gray eyes, looking at him with horror. That was what snapped Percy out of his frenzy, but he was instantly filled with betrayal as he remembered how he was captured in the first place.

He glared at Annabeth and shook his head in disgust, which caused her to sob. He turned his back on the girl, before walking back over to the monsters.

"We shall meet again Zeus, and next time we will not hold back our true power," Brutallus spoke to the King of the gods. Zeus was absolutely furious as his eyes lit up with lightning.

"He will not dare leave. You will answer to justice!" he bellowed back to the deity. This Brutallus' brother stepped forward.

"Justice does not toss innocent demigods into Tartarus, puny Olympian. You best not anger me more, or I shall kill every living being in this room slowly, and I will make it excruciatingly enjoyable for me," he said seriously, his eyes glinting grotesquely at the end. Zeus shuddered, before the group of enemies were swallowed up by a swirling vortex.

Zeus was panting heavily, before he looked right at the Iris-Message.

"Chiron, put the Camp on lockdown. Olympus will be locked down as well. Several of the Olympians will come down to grab the cabin leaders for a council meeting. We may need to consider rather blasphemous options to defeat these enemies," he said. Chiron nodded, and swiped his hand through the message.

"Did you see what he just did?"

"That amount of power is unreal for a demigod to possess."

"How?"

That was what was heard around the room before Chiron stomped his foot on the ground. He faced his campers, not letting his hopes or confidence down as not to destroy their morale.

"DEMIGODS OF OLYMPUS!" he yelled. The Cabin-Leaders stopped mulling about and looked at his promptly. "You are warriors of Olympus! We will prevail, as we always do! Do not lose your hopes!" he said, trying to boost their morale. It worked for the most park, but for Annabeth, she could see it looked like he was trying to reassure himself. Chiron then turned to Annabeth, and nodded to her. She turned and faced her fellow demigods.

"We will need to brainstorm some rather... crazy ideas if we hope to win. Be ready within three hours to go to Olympus, and remember. Desperate times call for desperate measures."

there's that chapter. A little short, I know, but I am not going to force unneeded fluff, uninteresting and unneeded plot, or just stupid things to make the story longer. Thanks for all the support guys, but I did not notice a shortage of reviews on the last chapter. Please continue to review guys! It helps motivate me to write and keep the story going. The more you review, the more often I write and the more ideas I get from you. To those of you who gave me ideas, they will be used just because you published them in the reviews, but not yet. This was more of a filler chapters, showing the two part of views of the mission on Olympus. I know a lot of the stuff seemed repeated, but it was necessary as I needed to show how both the people on Olympus and the campers reacted. I know this wasn't as plot-progressing as the other chapters, but it was important and helped develop emotions, relationships, and awareness of the characters.

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