Three weeks. That like must be a record or something.

There should be one or two more chapters in this story left at most. The next one should be very long and very. very fucking awesome. Hahaha. The end of this chapter is sweet also, I was smiling while finishing it up tonight.

Special thanks to Wacko12 for the help and creative input.

I hope you all enjoy. Read and review and get ready for intensity and a very, very, very, very dense chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HoO, I only own my OC's and plot Ideas.

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The Underworld:

"Hello Perseus," the two Primordials said in unison. Erebus' face was as wicked as his voice. He had high, pointed cheekbones and dark eyes that seemed to seep into Percy's soul. His hair absorbed all the nearby light into a pitch black, spiked head of hair. He wore all black armor, with skulls on the shoulder pauldrons, the knee and elbow joints, and on the hilt of his spear. He wore no helmet; just a dark hood that caused illusions and distortions to the eye. Percy noted that it seemed to morph into the darkness to the point where it was impossible to tell the difference between Erebus and shadow. The Primordial of Darkness grinned at his Champion with approval and satisfactions, with a desire for power evident in his eyes.

Tartarus was a whole different story. The Primordial had blood-red irises, black pupils, and black scleras as well. He had no hair on his head, just black and red tattoos swirling into gruesome, horrific images of death, destruction, massacre and torture. He had a blood-red nose ring and wore what seemed to be blood-red and black plate metal armor made of Primordial Obsidian. But what shocked Percy the most was that he wielded the most incredible weapon Percy had ever seen.

In his right hand he wielded a Morning star flail combo. The mace part of the weapon was attached to the blood red hilt by a retractable chain. The mace had 10 spikes around the equator of the Obsidian ball, and two large axe-heads fused into the top and bottom. The hilt also doubled as a dart gun, and it looked like Tartarus had several vials of drakon venom around his waist. In his left hand he wielded a shield that was about the size of Percy, black as night.

"Ah, Percy. It's good to be back. Thank you for letting me feast on the soul of Hades to aid in my... revival," Tartarus said with malice. He smiled at Percy, acknowledging his Champion's accomplishments. Percy merely nodded, accepting the praise of his master. Tartarus' voice seemed to go through Percy; it embalmed him in woe and fear and rang with power. Speaking of power, Tartarus emitted an aura around him that seemed to slow down time. It was so strong that it made Erebus look like a minor god compared to him.

Moros let out a meager roar looking at Tartarus with affection. Tartarus regarded the dragon with warm eyes.

"Ah, Moros. My son, it is good to see you while I am in my true form again. It has been far too long," he retorted. Moros seemed to smile, but just looked menacing doing so. Percy chuckled, before shifting his feet in an awkward silence. He gestured Moros to return to the camp in New Jersey, and the dragon flew away reluctantly.

"So, what now, masters?" he asked.

"We awake our sister," Tartarus said.

"And my wife," Erebus finished. Percy raised an eyebrow inquisitively, before a wave of realization struck him.

"Lady Nyx?" he asked. The two Primordials nodded. Tartarus turned to Erebus.

"We need Brutallus and his brothers for this task. They put her to sleep long ago. Only they can awake her," he said. Erebus nodded, stroking his chin.

"Aye, we do. It should not be difficult to have them pledge their allegiance now that we are at full power. Hell, I want to destroy Olympus right now. What's stopping us?" Erebus replied. Tartarus looked like he was about to slap his brother across the face.

"Have you lost all sense? The Nephilim are here. On Earth, of all places. We will not even think about attacking Olympus until we gather as many deities as we can."

"What about Typhon? And the Titans? I hear they have sided with Olympus." Their Champion raised an excellent point. Tartarus merely laughed.

"Typhon is my son. One of my most powerful children. In fact, he is my most powerful child. Turning him will be too easy, and with the Storm Lord on our side, our chances increase by tenfold. However, Nyx is immensely powerful and can win us this war," Tartarus replied. Percy nodded.

Erebus then turned to Percy and said, "Champion, you have dealt with the Wrath-Bringers numerous times. Call them here and make them submit to our commands. If you can do this, you will prove to us that you are worthy of our full blessing." Percy looked confused, however, and turned to Erebus.

"What do you mean by full blessing?"

"Well, Perseus, when we both blessed you 5 years ago when you fell into the pit, we were not even close to full strength, so we could only grant you a mere fraction of our power. Now, you will have the power that will rival that of your father's, possibly even Zeus' power. But first you need to handle the Wrath-Bringers." Percy nodded and smiled.

"Piece of cake," he said smiling. Tartarus and Erebus nodded before disappearing. PErcy could still feel their presence behind him, however. He turned towards the pit and yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Brutallus, Azarad, Trelopades! Come meet your maker! You are pathetic welps that live only to serve my masters and I. Come. Come!" He shouted. Within seconds of his call, three purple vortexes emerged behind Percy, Tartarus, and Erebus, which then spat out the three Wrath-Bringers. Brutallus' eyes seared with anger and rage, as did Azarad's, who looked ready to commit a genocide. Trelopades seemed annoyed by the whole thing, as he was the most intelligent of the three.

Brutallus stepped forward, staring daggers at Perseus.

"You dare insult me? And my brothers? Percy Jackson, speak, or I will not hesitate to kill you," he stated. Percy grinned wickedly.

"If anyone is going to die here Brutallus, it's you. You have no idea the power that you trifle with," he boldly replied. The three Wrath-Bringers chuckled at his stupidity.

"And you think a meager little demigod can defeat us?" Azarad laughed. Percy smiled once more, and pulled out his sword.

"Ask Brutallus. I defeated him once. What makes you think I can't do it again?" he taunted. Their eyes seared green fire. Brutallus stepped forward, wielding his behemoth two-handed war axe.

"Shall we fight, then?" he taunted back. Percy laughed again.

"You don't understand. I thought not; your tiny brain couldn't handle the boundaries of the situation anyway," he mocked. "My masters have both risen. Tartarus and Erebus are in their full form; they are incarnate. If you don't submit now, you will be destroyed." Percy warned the Wrath-Bringers, a stoic emotion on his face.

"And why are we supposed to believe that?" Trelopades asked. Percy grinned maniacally.

"Because they are right behind me." Tartarus and Erebus revealed themselves in a shower of darkness and fear. The Wrath-Bringers looked at each other with wide eyes before quickly stepping back and dropping their weapons. They bowed their heads quickly and silently, dropping to one knee as they did so. They knew the seriousness of the situation; if they were to resist, they would be destroyed.

"Forgive us, Lord Tartarus and Erebus," Brutallus pleaded grudgingly. Percy looked smugly at the three of them. Tartarus stepped forward.

"No apology is needed, my nephews. Now, swear yourselves to us. All of us," he commanded. The three Wrath-Bringers stood up and raised one hand, ready to take an oath.

"We Swear on the River Styx and all things holy that we will serve our former Masters, Tartarus and Erebus, as well as we did in the First Titan War. We swear that we will destroy Olympus if it is the last thing we do. We swear to uphold the name of our masters until the end of time. Lastly, we swear to follow Perseus, Champion of the Pit and Darkness, into battle." Tartarus and Erebus grinned wickedly. Percy crossed his muscular arms across his chest, assuming a commanding stance as he gazed upon the three massive demons.

Tartarus stepped forward, with open arms. "Doesn't it feel good to break off from your free-lance brigade and join your masters again? This time, we will succeed. To do this, we need your help awakening my sister and your aunt. Only you know where she is"

Brutallus shook his head and put his hand up. "That we cannot do, master. We locked her away for a reason. She is sadistic. More so than us. She will destroy us all with her tricks. We swore to mother Gaea that we would never release her," the Wrath-Bringer said. Erebus stared daggers at Brutallus.

"Do you think that oath you took has certain leeways, Brutallus?! You WILL show us where my wife is, right now, and you WILL release her!" He commanded with great power. Brutallus nodded reluctantly.

"Azarad! Trelopades! We are going to where your slumber took place. We are raising the Dark Lady," he ordered. His brothers nodded, before the three of them commenced in casting a spell that teleported them all into the depths of the abyss.

Mount Olympus

"I think you all know why this meeting was called."

Zeus stood grimly in front of the council of Gods. All of the Olympians were present, as were the minor gods and surprisingly, the four Titans were called to the assembly as well. Poseidon was fighting back tears but did a good job keeping his emotions in check. Even Ares made it to the meeting, although he had to be attended by 5 nurses at any given time due to the gaping hole in his chest.

Zeus paced the throne room, before turning to the rest of the meeting.

"My brother Hades has fallen. He has faded. His domain is no more, and the Underworld is overrun with evil. It is a lost cause, and cannot be retaken," he announced. The Olympians looked grim, and most of the other gods gasped and exchanged nervous glances. Zeus took the fear in the room into account before he said is next words.

"Furthermore, I and my brother Poseidon both felt two immense power sources come from the Underworld immediately following Hades' defeat. We fear the worst is about to happen," he started. He looked at Hera for encouragement, as she knew his next words would stir commotion. She nodded to her husband. Zeus looked back at the room. "Tartarus and Erebus are believed to have risen into their incarnate forms. These auras they emit are the most powerful I have ever felt in my entire life, and I would like to conclude with the fact that I do not know what to do. Which is why I called you all here," he stated. Panic struck the room immediately.

"Lord Zeus, our leader must know the solution!"

"But Zeus, we need your wise council in this dire hour."

"Olympus has fallen! Flee and save yourselves!"

Shouts of panic and grief echoed the room until 5 flashes of light illuminated the room. Silence rang in the air as five figures emerged from the blinding light, standing in unison. They're armor looked thick, and their faces were those of seasoned veterans.

There were four boys and one girl. The one in the center approached Zeus smiling.

"Who are you. How dare you interrupt my meeting!" he screamed gripping his master bolt.

"I am Redric, and these are the Nephilim. You should be grateful Zeus, we are here to help."

Somewhere in Tartarus

The three Wrath-Bringers began walking towards an ancient structure, that was at the bottom of the pit. It looked like an old, abandoned temple, but now filled with hate and despair. Darkness loomed and seemed to dance to and fro, mesmerizing Percy in the process. Whispers were heard, lingering in the shadows. The Champion of Tartarus and Erebus walked closer to his masters, as the eerie feeling the place was emitting gave him the creeps.

"This way masters. Ah, this place brings back memories," Trelopades said, regarding the cracked glass orbs that lay strewn across the ground that he and Azarad were dormant in. Tartarus nodded.

The group of six walked until they entered a spherical room with a pedestal in the middle. Lit candles littered the room in a grid-like symmetrical fashion Atop the pedestal lay a crystal orb, black as night, that swirled with dark energy and hate. Percy stepped towards it but Erebus held out a hand to stop him.

"Wait. Let the Wrath-Bringers perform this dark magic. Even I dare not trifle with these evil spells," Erebus said. Percy nodded at his master.

Azarad, Trelopades, and Brutallus stepped forward towards the sphere, equidistant from the center of the circle. Brutallus began chanting in a dark an ancient tongue that made Percy's hair stand up on end. Tartarus and Erebus watched in silence.

The Wrath-Bringers began chanting in unison as dark energy shot from their hands towards the sphere. Evil cackling and darkness spiraled through the room like a galaxy.

The chanting went on for another ten minutes until a dark cylinder of energy shot straight up towards the ceiling of the room. The Wrath-Bringers stepped backward. PErcy could make out the shape of a beautiful women in the darkness.

An explosion knocked everyone in the room of their feet except the Primordials. Percy wiped his eyes and stood up, only to gaze upon the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. There in the middle of the room stood a curvy, beautiful woman with long dark hair and eyes like the stars, wearing a black dress and wielding two daggers made of pure shadows. Percy could not see how she was sadistic like the Wrath-Bringers feared. Erebus approached her smiling.

"Hello dear." He kissed her passionately as she returned his affection. She smiled back. The Dark Lady looked at the Wrath-Bringers with approval as they knelt before her.

"Lady Nyx," Brutallus said respectively. She nodded gruffly.

Nyx then turned to Perseus, smiling and sizing the boy up. She walked up to him with a risqué fashion. Erebus eyed the scene with a blank expression.

"My Lady," he bowed as well. She cut him off mid bow, however.

"A handsome man like you should never bow to me. What is your name, dear?" she asked. Percy blushed at the compliment, standing up as he did so, flexing naturally.

"I am Percy Jackson, Champion of Tartarus and Erebus and leader of their army. It is my pleasure to serve you as well, Lady Nyx," he replied. She smiled approvingly, before laying a hand on his shoulder.

"Take my blessing, Percy. You'll need it. You will find that at night your senses are more acute and that you will gain an immense amount of power as the sun sets. Use this gift well, Perseus. I feel as if you will need this very soon," she warned. Percy nodded grimly. Tartarus and Erebus then approached Percy.

Tartarus lay a hand on his right shoulder and Erebus on Percy's left.

"Take our blessing, Champion, and bring us victory on the field of battle," they said in unison. Percy was hit with a wave of nausea as he doubled over. He felt the power flowing through his body and coursing through his veins. He noticed he had more of an awareness of his surroundings and his sword was 3 feet longer. It felt like a feather in his hand. His muscles seemed to grow as well, and he noticed that he was actually standing at 15 feet tall.

"How do I shrink?" he asked. The Primordials laughed at his ignorance, laughing for minutes as Percy figured it out on his own.

The party of seven walked out of the temple towards the entrance. Tartarus stopped and turned towards the others.

"I fear the final battle will take place today. Remember. The Nephilim are dangerous. Do not let them double teem you. There should only be five of them so we have the upped hand. Let us destroy Olympus once and for all!" he cheered. Nyx, Azarad, Trelopades, Brutallus, Erebus, and Percy returned the cheer, as the seven were teleported back to the east coast of the USA.

Outside Camp Half-Blood

"Where are they? We've been standing here for hours!" Annabeth complained. The Olympian army led by the Nephilim were standing outside Camp Half-Blood. All the gods and Olympians were present, as were Typhon, the Roman and Greek camps, and the four Titans of the North, South, East, and West. They had gathered around Olympus when Zeus felt a third powerful aura emerge from the West, rivaling that of the two prior. Athena turned towards her daughter and smiled at her reassuringly.

"They will be here any minute, love. Remember, expect the worst but-"

"Hope for the best, I know," she finished. Athena looked at her with warm eyes until her thoughts were interrupted by Redric's call.

"Felcia! Have you spotted the enemy?" Redric called. Felcia replied instantly.

"Yes! An army of about 50,000 approaches from the West! Typhon seems to have joined them!" she responded urgently. The soldiers shuffled their feet nervously as the battle was about to commence. Zeus turned around and saw that Typhon was gone.

"That treacherous evil swine. I will cast his remains into Tartarus if its the last thing I do!" he muttered to himself.

"MAN YOUR STATIONS! DEFEND THE CAMP!" Redric commanded. Hephaestus and his children went to the Scorpions along with the Roman engineers to prepare the ballistae. Redric turned to Zeus.

"Zeus, you and Poseidon will stay here while my brothers and I meet their leaders out front. Make sure to keep your cool; this battle will be harder than anything you have experience before," he warned. Zeus nodded.

"If today is my last, I will go down fighting," Zeus replied. Redric smiled grimly.

"BATICUS! VERIC! SALDO! FELCIA! Rally on me! We meet their commanders!" In an instant the Nephilim hand flanked their leader and were following him out meet the Primordial Army. Annabeth snagged a pair of binoculars from a friend. She put them up to her face and scanned the enemy.

"I see an all black man, a red and black man, a black lady, those fucking purple Wrath-Bringers, and... PERCY?!" She screamed. She began to run after the Nephilim but was stopped by her mother.

"Annabeth, you will die if you go out there," she warned. Annabeth disregarded her mother's advice and continued to run.

Annabeth, listen to your mother, Percy's voice chimed in her head.

Percy, how did you know what she said? And how are you alive? And how are you talking to me?! And-

Shh, my love. Quiet. Listen closely because I will not be able to help you once the battle starts. Stay safe. We can be together if you survive the onslaught. I love you so much Annabeth. Stay safe, Percy said to her in her mind. Annabeth's eyes were littered with tears but she turned around and made her way back to her station on Half-Blood Hill.

"Stay safe Percy," she muttered.

At this time, the Nephilim had gathered with the 7 commanders of the Primordial Army in the middle of the fields leading up to the Camp, and they were exchanging words.

"Redric, we meet again. It seems you are short a few Nephilim however. Too cocky and thought 5 was enough?" Erebus mocked. Redric merely smirked at Erebus, eyeing the enemy's leaders warily. He caught Percy's eye, causing Percy to lash out at him.

"You stare at me like you know something of me. Speak, cur!" Percy yelled. Redric ignored his insult and continued on with the conversation.

"Tartarus, let this battle be between us leaders. Less bloodshed this way. Plus it will prove who clearly is the stronger side," he suggested.

"And it will be the battle of the age," Baticus chimed in. Saldo frowned.

"Or we could shed as much blood as possible," Saldo brought up. Redric's evil look shot down his thoughts. The Wrath-Bringers smiled in agreement.

"Or," Lady Nyx chimed, "you foul scourge could quit with the theatrics and go back to your masters home. This is not your planet, scum. Keep it that way." She spat at the Nephilim, and Veric merely laughed.

"It's seven on five anyway, why not kill them all now?" Percy brought up. The Wrath-Bringers nodded in agreement and unsheathed their weapons. Redric laughed manically, and he had right to do so, as all Hades broke loose.

Two silver meteors came down from the Heavens, striking into the dirt behind the Nephilim. The sound echoed throughout the Long Island Sound, booming like thunder. Silence followed, sending the battleground into an eerie feeling. Two figures emerged from the craters of the strike, brushing off their cloaks and walking in perfect unison slowly up toward the congregation of leaders.

"Fuck," Tartarus swore under his breath. Percy knew that these two beings meant business. Erebus and Nyx along with the Wrath-Bringers looked grim as well.

"What was that, Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon and Sally? You wish to fight us? I would like to see you try!" one of them said. He was the Leader of the Nephilim and seemed to be the first one to be created and thus the oldest of them all. He had tan skin and black spiky hair, and he wielded dual black swords that glimmered with energy and radiated pure power. He was littered in scars and looks as seasoned as any soldier could come. He war nothing but a black cloak and jacket, combat boots clamping on the ground.

"I am Caogran, leader of the Nephilim, and voice of Chaos," he announced. Percy blinked in disbelief. Chaos? The creator of everything?

"And I am Xeridu," the second one said. He was old, older looking then any of them, but powerful nonetheless. He had blue skin and wore a black bandana covering his mouth. He wore chain-mail armor and wielded fist-weapons; steel gauntlets with spikes and a retractable blade on the end.

"We know who you are," Brutallus replied. "Let us end this small-talk. Time to shed blood!" He yelled. The two armies yelled at the top of their lungs. The seven leaders of each side drew their weapons. Tartarus and Caogran lined up across from each other, as did Nyx and Felcia, Percy and Baticus, Erebus and Xeridu, Brutallus and Redric, Azarad and Saldo, and Trelopades with Veric.

Silence then struck the battle field as tension rang in the air. Percy made eye contact with Annabeth at the other end of the field, and telepathically said I love you one last time. He breathed a deep breath, hands gripping tight around Anuklusmos, knowing this would probably be the last time he gripped his sword.

Might as well go down fighting, he thought.

Tartarus and Caogran walked towards each other, weapons out, before Tartarus yelled in ancient Primordial tongue at the top of his lungs and struck the Caogran. Caogran met his blade, and the two stared daggers at each other. The six remaining leaders jumped at each other, bloodlust in all of their eyes, as their weapons clashed, commencing the battle.

Percy and Baticus' metal clashed, and Perseus, black eyes locked with Baticus' gray eyes.

Go down fighting, Percy thought. The roar of thousands of soldiers drowned out the silence, and the two armies ran at one another at full speed.

Go down fighting.

Holy shit!

This chapter was so much fun writing. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

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