WARNING: Do not read this chapter if you are easily depressed. It features what would have happened if Percy weren't at the battle of Olympus, right at the point that he would've interfered. It does NOT have a happy ending. Don't read it if you want a happy ending. The last chapter, hopefully, did that enough for you. This chapter is a third person POV. One more thing: I am not familiar with some of the terminology of this website. So could someone explain what a flame is?

Kronos had his black sword pointed right at Zeus' face. "Yield." Kronos said, his floating body parts seeming to quiver in excitement.

The entire room seemed to freeze. Apollo and Artemis had their bows up, arrows nocked, but they did not shoot. Athena's knives and reference books stayed still, and even the monsters of the army took a break to see Kronos menacing his son.

Zeus looked remarkably calm. "No."

Kronos' one floating eye seemed to twist in rage. "Then I will have no choice to-"

"We're immortal, my father." Zeus drove the point home.

Kronos put his disembodied fingers to where his chin should have been. "Ah, but there is another power we Titans have gained." His eye seemed to brighten. "Ваше мнение мое!" he roared. Zeus seemed to stiffen and said, "I surrender."

The whole room stared in shock. "Good," Kronos said. "Come, to Othrys." He waved his hand, and Olympus was blasted to rubble. Crumbled white buildings and pillars gave it the look of being ransacked by an evil maniac. Which it was. The surroundings around them seemed to shimmer, and all of the gods and Titans were back at Mount Othrys.

The obsidian palace rose up into the sky like a towering black mountain. The insignificant light coming from an eternal sunset gave the walls a metallic luster. The ground below it was grainy and completely dark. Aphrodite shuddered as she set foot on the ground.

"General!" Kronos cried into the darkness of the mountain. Atlas had been barely noticeable next to the swirling black mist and the immense castle.

"Yes, my lord?" Atlas replied, still struggling under his burden.

"Relief at last." He pointed to Aphrodite. "Let the weakest take this burden first."

Aphrodite looked insulted. So did Ares. Neither could do anything. Two monstrous guards took Aphrodite by the arm, who was now sobbing. They dragged her to the mountaintop. "Take it," said Kronos.

"No! Don't make me do this! I'm wrecking my dress already!" Aphrodite bawled.

"Too bad." The Titans laughed, and Oceanus pushed her forward with his trident. Aphrodite braced herself on one knee, and put her hands to the sky. She screamed, and immediately lowered her hands.

"HURRY UP ALREADY!" The Titan General Atlas cried out. "I HAVE TO USE THE BATHROOM!"

Oceanus jabbed her with the trident, and she shrieked. "Fine!" She brought her hands up to the burden. Atlas immediately slipped out. Aphrodite started an annoying monotone: screaming. She screamed and screamed and screamed. Most of the deities present clapped their hands over their ears and cried, "Make her shut up!"

"Silence!" Kronos yelled over the entire din. Aphrodite fell quiet. "Let us leave her here, for now, while we find a place for everybody else."

Aphrodite was too tired to argue. The Titans and gods present left her to struggle against the burden. Kronos lead the gods to a room deep below the ground, below the twisting passageways that made up Mount Othrys. There were celestial bronze chains attached to the walls. A film of darkness hung over them, as if they were blanketed in shadow.

Artemis shuddered at the sight. "You fool," she said to Kronos, who appeared to be regenerating. "You will be deposed once more. Just you wait."

"I think not, Huntress." He said. "I shall have no more children. I have seen the risk. No one will threaten me again." He giggled, and seemed to notice what he was doing.

Atlas twitched. "She is failing, my lord." He said to Kronos. "We need another."

Kronos frowned. "Already?"

"Yes," Atlas said. "I know these things."

"Fine," Kronos said. "The huntress shall take the burden."

And Artemis took the burden. Things went like this for all eternity. The Olympians all took their separate burdens, all over the earth. Zeus was left to hold the sky. The original demigods were gathered up and exterminated. A new generation of half-bloods rose up: cruel, selfish beings who did the bidding of their fathers.

Yet, there were no more gods. Kronos, as well as the other Titans, kept their word. No minor gods were allowed consorting with each other, either. No living thing truly thrived under Kronos' rule, and the status of society declined. Soon, people used slang so much that they were not understandable, trees were cut down to the point of extinction, and many other terrible things happened.

Kronos just sat up at Othrys, drinking wine. Dionysus was forced to be his cupbearer, but he wasn't happy about it. Oceanus ran around sinking ships for fun and causing tsunamis that wrecked the coastlines of many countries. The humans, once the Titans were back in power, made no more technological advancements. Every time a human was on to something, Kronos would cut him down personally.

The poor became poorer. The rich became richer. Kronos had a tendency to favor cruel, heartless businessmen with no conscience.

There was one abomination that wrecked the world. Kronos banned fanfiction. He struck down all the authors with newly acquired lightning bolts, and allowed no creativity in his regime.

Civilization soon collapsed. Not that Kronos cared. He preferred random warring tribes to a central civilization anyway.

Kronos lived happily ever after. The end.

If you're drowning in your own tears, then good. If you're laughing nervously through your tears, then good. This last chapter has served its purpose well. The circle is now complete. Sort of. Give me your thoughts, anything. If you're trying to kill me, don't say I didn't warn you about the depressing nature of this chapter.