A/N. reviews!

"okay, question, how many wings does percy have? I thought both of his wings were cut off, but he is still flying sooo, how many does he have?-" -allisonj1008

He only has the two. Everytime he goes flying after his wings are cut off, he's flying like… well, how like a human flies when they are hit by a car going a hundred miles an hour. So he's not 'flying', he's… I don't know what other word to use, hence why I said flying. Sorry for confusing you!

""Lone white feather" you cannot put that in there and that feather not be important!" -allisonj1008

Could be a red herring. Maybe I put it there to make you think it was important, but in reality it doesn't matter at all.

Onto the chapter!

There had to have been a million of them, at least. The horde stretched out into the mist, no doubt to the base of the Doors of Death, where the mist concealed them from sight. It seemed almost every kind of monster was present in the crowd. Everything from harpies to the Erymanthian Boar. Giant snakes, scorpions, crabs, they were all there.

Percy cracked his neck and stretched his back, which kind of hurt since you know, he had two large cuts in it.

"We're going to have to climb down." Percy said.

Percy and Famine climbed down the cliff's face. Slowly, they used the jagged rocks as footholds and handholds to scale their way down. Once they reached the bottom, they turned and faced the army. The monsters had their backs to them, facing the Doors.

"What are you going to do?" Famine asked.

Percy grinned. His grin wasn't the normal cheeky one that made him look like a troublemaker, no, this grin was full of malice. It promised death and destruction. It promised a massacre. "I'm going to fight until I get bored."

Percy knelt down and picked up a small rock. He tossed it into the crowd. The stone hit a hellhound on the head. It turned around, saw Percy, and let out a howl. The howl caused more monsters to turn around and see Percy. Within a minute, the entire horde was facing Percy. They didn't charge at him. They remained still, eyeing him with hatred.

Slowly, the monsters began to part like the Red Sea, and a lone figure made their way though. As they got closer, his features became clearer. He was about ten feet tall, and wore black armor made of Stygian Iron with a single shining diamond in his breastplate. His eyes were blue-white and as cold as a glacier. His hair and beard were blue-white, with his hair cut in military style. He wore a helmet shaped like a bear's head. A massive sword hung off his hip, the size of a surfboard. The very air around it was cold, like it was a glacier. Grudgingly, his face was quite handsome despite the numerous battle scars in his face. He had the same silver eyes as Artemis, and the same smile as Apollo.

His smile turned into a grimace when laid his eyes on Percy. He stopped at the edge of the army. He held his arms behind his back, like a cadet in the army in the movies. "Lucifer."

"Koios."

"I assume Pallas is dead." The Titan said, his eyes flickering over to Famine.

"And I got through Tartarus, too."

"And now you're going to commandeer the Doors."

"Correct."

"And you know I'm not going to let you."

"Figured."

Koios's lips stretched into a smile once again. "Going to pull out your sword?" He asked as he unsheathed his own blade.

Percy shook his head. "Hell no. Swords against armor are terribly ineffective." He held out his hand. A chunk of rock flew out from the cliff behind him and landed in his hand. The rock began to shake, and dust fell off of the rock. When it was done, Percy held a short handle with a ball of spikes on the end. "But a Morningstar… that works really well."

"I see death in your future." Koios said with a hint of prophecy.

Percy charged at the Titan. Koios charged as well. Percy ducked under the slash that was directed at his head and with both hands gripping his weapon, he swung it into Koios' stomach.

The ball slammed into the armor and stuck there. Koios let out a gasp. Percy ripped the morningstar out of his stomach and brought it around to slam him in the back. Koios fell on his stomach, his face in the rock. Percy ripped the morningstar out of his back.

He rolled Koios over on his back. "Hi." He said, before bringing down the mace onto the Titan's face. His face caved in with a sickening 'CRACK'! Golden Ichor flew from his face and landed on Percy's.

Percy pulled the morningstar from Koios's face. The spikes on the ball were colored golden and dripping with ichor. Little bits of brain were stuck to the weapon. Koios's face was broken, with golden ichor covering every visible inch of skin. His skull was caved in the front, resulting in his face looking like a crater.

With the little bit of strength he had left, Koios whispered a command to the monsters. "Kill him."

Percy dropped the weapon. It fell and embedded itself in Koios's chest. The Titan turned into golden dust. The mace fell into the rock and stuck there.

The horde of monsters rushed forward. The first to reach Percy was a hellhound. It lunged forward with its mouth open to bite him. Percy plunged his arm in it's mouth. It clamped down, but broke its teeth on Percy's invulnerable skin. Percy had almost forgotten he had that. With everyone having his daughter's feathers as weapons, he had gotten used to being able to be hurt and the possibility of death. With this hellhound not having any way of hurting him, it didn't have a chance.

Percy grasped the creature's uvula and ripped it out. Percy tore his arm out of the hellhound's mouth, still gripping the uvula. His hand was covered in blood as the organ continued to spew blood in quick bursts. Percy brought his free hand and punched the monster across the face. It flew to the side and slid across the rock.

A cyclops filled its place, wielding a club with pits of red metal poking through, like nails in a baseball bat. Guess he could still be hurt in this fight after all. It swung its club at Percy's head. He ducked underneath it. The cyclops overextended and Percy took advantage by punching it in the stomach.

It stumbled back a step. The Hellhound from before got up and leapt at Percy. At the same time, the cyclops swung his club again. Percy slid underneath the cyclops leg. The club ended up smashing into the hellhound's side and killed it.

Percy summoned Riptide to his hand. With his other hand, he summoned Amenadiel's necklace. With a swift motion he united the two pieces and lit the Flaming sword. He whirled around and stabbed the Cyclops in the back with it. The Cyclops turned to dust.

Percy whirled to meet the sword of a harpy. He blocked the striked and grabbed the creature's hand. He snapped its wrist and headbutted it. With a slash, he decapitated the harpy. The body turned to dust, but the head remained as a spoil of war. Percy grabbed it and threw it at a Skeleton Warrior. It blocked with its spear, but the head landed on the point of the spear, rendering it useless as a stabbing weapon. Percy rushed forward and slashed off its arm. The spear fell to the ground. Its head was next.

A flesh-eating horse stampeded at the Archangel. He jumped, grabbed its head and slid onto its back. It whined angrily.

Percy charged on the horse towards a giant crab. It tried to block Percy with its pincers, but he used the horse to dodge them. The horse galloped underneath the crab. Percy stabbed up with the flaming sword and dragged the blade down. Blood spurted from the crab and landed on Percy's face.

He ended up on the other side of the crab covered in blood. The crab disintegrated behind him. The horse bucked, trying to rid itself of its rider. Percy stabbed the horse in the back and fell to the ground in a pile of dust. He landed on his feet and looked up to meet a hydra.

It stupidly lunged with one of its heads. Percy sliced it off. The flaming sword cauterized the wound, preventing it from growing two more heads. Once it realized that it lost its unique ability, it began to play more defensively. But Percy was faster, and was able to systematically slice off each head until only one remained. It whimpered in fear, but Percy sliced it off as well, turning the monster to dust.

A gryphon swooped down from below and tried to bite his head, but Percy just waited until the flying lion swooped down again and sliced it down the middle. The corpse fell in two pieces down the middle, lengthwise, spraying Percy with more blood.

Percy looked around and saw that he was surrounded by monsters. There was no end to them. He grinned and began to fight them all. As the circle around him got smaller, he ducked under blows and slashed with his sword. Every slash resulted in a pile of dust.

He prioritized monsters with Rory's feathers, deeming them the bigger threat and dispatching them first. The pile of dust was building up around Percy. He was up to his knees in dust, and he hadn't even made a dent in the number of monsters. He hadn't broken a sweat either.

Slash. Dust.

Stab. Dust.

Slash. Dust.

He fell into a rhythm. Like he was dancing with his wife. He would block a strike, then return with a deadly one.

Finally, he decided that he was bored. It was starting to lose its fun, fighting all of the monsters. He stood up straight and held his hand out. Every monster on the plain began to rise in the air. He sheathed the Flaming Sword.

They all floated above Percy's head. He twisted his hand. Blood began to leak from each creature's eyes. It flowed down their faces and fell to the ground in waterfalls. First there were puddles on the ground, puddles that grew. Then they connected. The blood started to flow towards Percy.

The blood ran up his legs and torso, and across his arm. The viscous liquid began to make a shape. It was thin at first, but the blood began to fill it out. It was long and thin.

Percy set his other hand on fire and touched the blood with one finger. The blood ignited instantly. From the tip to his hand, the blood burned. The fire followed the trail of blood, down Percy's arm, down his legs, catching the entire meadow on fire, and finally, racing up the waterfall of blood and into the creature's eyes.

As the blood burned away, what was left in Percy's hand was slowly revealed. A long, thin, metal blade, with a slight curve. In his hand, Percy held a newly forged katana made from the blood of his enemies.

The monsters caught on fire next. Each one let out a wail of pain. Together, it was so loud, and it echoed off of the cavern's far walls, that it filled The Pit with a mood of despair. The sound of flickering flames was drowned out by the cries.

The light was so bright, it was like a star exploded into a supernova. Ash fell into the still flaming blood. With one gesture of his hand, the fire instantly went out. The darkness of the cavern was back. The charred corpses began to fall, crashing into the rocky ground. The sound of each impact resonated off the stone, sounding like a nuclear bomb going off in the ocean.

The last of the corpses fell. Percy gazed out on the field with hard eyes. Ash was settled up to his ankles. The scent of burned flesh filled his nose. It was a terrifying sight. A beaten man, covered in blood, ankles deep in ash, with a katana in his hand, with a glare on his face.

He turned back to Famine. He gestured her over with his newly forged katana. She walked over hesitantly. Percy began to walk towards the door, and she followed. She eventually caught up.

"What's that for? You already have the Flaming Sword."

"It's a gift." He said, putting the katana away.

Famine decided not to press that any further.

After trekking for a few minutes, the Doors of Death sat before them. Chains ran from the top of the doors to the ground. An elevator button sat on the side of the doors. There was one button, up.

Percy pushed it. The doors opened. "Go in, and keep the 'open doors' button pressed. I have to cut the chains."

Famine nodded and did as he asked.

Percy summoned the Flaming Sword and cut the chains on one side, before moving to the other. The chains freed the doors with a snap!

Percy removed the final piece from the sword and turned Riptide back into a pen. He placed both objects in his pocket. He stepped into the elevator.

The elevator had that new building smell. Soft elevator music played on the speakers. The doors closed.

Percy was out of Tartarus. Famine was rescued, and the Doors were free.

He wondered what awaited them when he reached the surface.

A/N. Apparently, I like writing massacres.

If you're wondering why someone doesn't need to hold the button, it's because I said so. SO, ha.

Thoughts?