"Kill him" Annabeth says "He was no use to us anyway."
The boy stared up at them, on his knees on the cold muddy grass.
"Please..." He managed to choke out, before Percy, almost lazily, reaches out a hand and controlled the blood pounding through the child's veins. The boy stiffens, clutching his throat. His face slowly turning red, his lips blue. He scrapes at his throat, tearing vast swathes of skin off, blood sticking under his bitten nails, streaming out of every orifice as he tried to end the agony Percy was putting him through.
"Mercy." The boy begs, voice a barely there scratchy whisper. "Please, mercy"
"Did you show us mercy when you decided to spy for the repulsive Gods, turn traitor to the cause?" Piper snarls, eyes a deep red, like the blood that painted the young boy's body. Her hair streamed in the wind; she looked every inch the opposer of Aphrodite.
With one final, decisive flick of Percy's wrist, the child's head explodes, blood splattering onto the watching demigods like gruesome paint on a wall of flesh. The people who surround them cheer and shout, screaming their support for the Seven, their rulers.
Jason looks around and catches sight of Leo taunting a mortal child, who had stumbled across their camp one day and was being trained as a strategist. He watched Leo kick it, laugh at it's tearful attempt to haul itself back up, and turns to Frank and Hazel. Leo pulls them into a brusing kiss, all bitten lips and bloodied teeth. Nico is watching nearby, his skeletal hands infested with dark magic, crawling with enchained souls of innocent spirits. Will stands tall next to him, tanned, scarred hands glowing with lethal light, sharp mind possessing knowledge of enough poison to kill the entire camp ten times over. He is ready to kill, to maim, to torture anyone who dares get in the way of him, Nico or The Cause. Their mission: to rip the skin, and bathe in the blood of the so-called 'Immortal Gods'.
Jason grins at Piper, lips twisted in bitter insanity. He winks at Reyna, who's standing nearby, entwined with Thalia. He strides through the crowd, the crush of people parting for him like the sea before Moses. He's not foolish, he knows, if Percy wishes it, he will dead within seconds, his formidable strength and powerful control over energy will be useless to him.
Piper glides over to him and grabs his arm. Her sharp, immaculate, pink nails draw small beads of blood from the soft skin of his arm.
"Jason, my dearest, I need you to do something for me." She purrs, running her fingers over the edge of her knife almost seductively. Again, he's not an idiot, Piper is higher ranking than him, if only by one position. Anything Piper wants from him, she gets.
"What do you desire, my princess," He smirks back, mask not dropping for a second. (Not the Queen, never the Queen, that title is for Annabeth only)
"I need you to follow a man, my love, will you do that for your," She pauses, letting her fingertips gently ghost the bottom of Jason's chin and tilt his head so he's staring up at her. "devoted lover." She all but whispers. Her voice is laced with charmspeak, the powerful kind, the dangerous kind, the kind only the King and Queen are able to resist. The charmspeak is not needed then. He knows he is in too deep in the thrall of her very being to resist, knows he's being used, but when the soft whisper of her words ghosts over his lips, he is powerless to stop her.
"Where is he?" He asks. Piper gazes into he gleaming dagger; her eyes bore into the flat, wide blade.
"He is nearing the Empire state building, I fear he is turning traitor." She murmurs, a slight frown marring her impossibly smooth skin. Jason would do anything, kill anyone, burn anything to wipe the frown from her face.
"I, too, am suspicious of a few people, would you like me to dispose of them too?" He replies Piper waves a hand dismissively.
"No, no, there will time for that another time. Let them live for now, we will need information later." She says. The bitter sting of her rejection twists through him, but his face remains carefully blank
"Very well, my Lady"
And with that, Jason turns on his heel and leaves, dissolving in a sharp cold burst of northern wind.