Scared shitess. Those are about the only words that could be used to describe how Pecry felt right about now. The reason being is not because of his impending and highly unwanted "death by huntresses", nor was it the fact that he technically just had a conversation with himself. It was because of this damned ball.

Not that Percy was expecting for the ball to have moved in the time that he was gone... but the damned thing had reclaimed the center of Percy's attention. It was almost as if it was calling to him and he couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted him to pick it up.

"What is it exactly that you want... Dicaeus?" Percy asked while reluctant to say his name. As if the very mention of it could hurt him.

"Hm, the answer would be you." Dicaeus responded mischeviously.

As Percy opened his mouth to respond but was cut short when he felt an immense pain spike in his head. It felt as if this monster... this thing, was knocking on the inside of his skull.

"Pick it up." Dicaeus whispered to Percy tantalizingly.

Percy's eyes darted to the ball. He knew it, that this fucker wanted him to pick it up. As he came to this realization however, he failed to realize that his body was moving to it anyway. He continued to relent even though it was futile

"Pick it up." Dicaeus repeated. Although this time it was more rough and the viciousness was practically seeping through his words.

That knock started to crescendo as Percy shut his eyes tighty and clutched at the sides of his head, while gripping at his hair. Tears welled up behind his eyes as the pain became too great for him and he began to scream silently as it was too much for him to even release a sound.

"PICK IT UP PERSEUS" Dicaeus' furious voice seemed to reverberate through Percy skull as he gave in to the voice in his head and picked the ball up. Touching that ball sent sparks through his fingertips. Those same sparks started to crawl up his arm, almost like a spider. After that he felt a burning sensation in his stomach that felt familiar. It was the same feeling he got when he had done something wrong. As soon as he thought that, Dicaeus spoke.

"...Thank you"

The last thing Percy heard was a inhumane cackle and those same words being repeated over and over before he fell into the darkness that had quickly swallowed the rest of his mind.

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Artemis was currently hating her life. She had been basically conned by her father into delivering a boy to him. Not to mention the fact that her dumbass of a brother just so happened to flash into her camp and walk in on her while she was changing and in her rage she tried to... relieve him of his manhood, but she put too much strength into knocking her favorite bow and it snapped in half.

In her surprise, Apollo got away covering with just the mental scarring of seeing his sister while she was in the nude.

"AHHH, MY EYES. THEY BURN." He had covered his eyes and began running around in circles trying to burn the image from his mind.

"Apollo..." Artemis said through clenched teeth. She was going to kill him.

Apollo had stopped his foolery for a hot second just to see what she wanted. He almost forgot all about what had happened in that instant, for he thought he saw the god of death himself manifestiing in his sister.

"Ah, shit." Was all he could say before he flashed out and back to Olympus... he got a strong feeling that she flashed out behind. Well, all he could hope for now was that he hit the ground running.

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Now it has always been said that the hard way is the right way. But right now, the easy way looks much more appealing to Percy right now.

"Annabeth. The throne room. Olympus. Mommy dearest. Personally, I think that this the best part of the movie don't you Perce?"

"No. No. No, please no." Percy's tears started to fall as he tried to move but he was restricted by something. Chains. They were rusted and apparently sharp as they were digging and cutting into Percy's flesh. As fresh blood began to fall, a mirror appeared in front of Percy.

"Look at me" Dicaeus said disgustedly. Percy looked up into the eyes of what he currently saw as his devil. His personal torturer that does whatever, whenever, and however he wants. "Ha. You're pathetic, you belong at my boots and yet... I like you. It's fun to see you in pain you maggot. You think yourself to be strong? I will show you the meaning of the word strong... I will show you what it means to be king."

For the second time in his life, Percy was scared shitless. He didn't know where this thing came from nor why it was there. But he did know that whatever this thing was... it knew him. It knew everything about him, from his mannerisms to what he knows, it probably evem knew who he knew and that brought up a very serious problem; he didn't know it.

"It's nice to know that you think about me soooo much Percy. Now let's have some fun, shall we?"

The image in the mirror began to change to his most recent memory - the memory that he had been trying his hardest to forget. It was making him remember the day his mother was killed in front of eyes.