BACK FROM THE DEAD MOTHERFUCKERS! I finally have some time to write. Have had way too much work to do lately. I got a GTX 1070, which means i'm gaming a lot which takes up what little free time I have left. (UPDATE: It stopped working, so more writing for you guys) I know my precious readers have been waiting so long for this chapter, so here it is.

PERCY

Life sucked at the moment. His face was caved in, we was missing half an arm, his wings and somehow lost his favorite pen-sword in the middle of the fight despite its magical capabilities. Oddly enough, Percy was spared by the Leviathan, which somehow angered him. Was he not a worthy opponent to kill? Was it not an honor to die by the hand of a greater-than-primordial being? It didn't matter now. What mattered was unlocking some power, for he knew that his power was not nearly at its maximum, not even halfway. He was about to start swimming towards Los Angeles to DOA recording studios when he felt a presence near him. An aura he remembered.

Gaea

There was no fucking way that bitch was still alive… It had to be a mistake, no, there was definitely something, someone here. He looked around. The Knight of Night was surrounded by open water in all directions but down…

Where there was a chunk of ice no more than a few meters across. Something seemed to be in there wearing, a purple shirt! It could be a Roman! But wait. He had the same aura Gaea had, but weaker. It was not possible for Gaea to have a child that would've come to Camp Jupiter since she had been asleep for thousands of years. Percy took a closer look. The man was somewhere in his late teens or early twenties. More importantly, he was wearing a plain purple shirt, not a legion's shirt. No burnt emblem on his arm either. Just a notable amount of scars. Definitely a demigod.

By now, his wings and arm had nearly finished regenerating, aided by the sea. He picked up the block of ice and swam towards Camp Half-Blood at speeds faster than sound. Despite just having been defeated, his aura shone strong, keeping most of the sea monsters away. Brave few had attempted an attack, only to be met with a beam of dark energy.

Hours later, he arrived at the shore of Camp Half-Blood, drained of his energy and in need of rest. It was midnight. An unnamed camper saw him at the beach and screamed like a little girl despite being 6'4 and at least two hundred and fifty pounds. He chuckled in amusement as he knocked him out with a weak strike. Percy heaved the large block of ice towards the big hou- 'what the fuck' The big house was gone, replaced by a smoking crater. Not only that, there were several smoking craters in the area. "Chiron! What has happened to my home!?"

LEO

Lucifer Morningstar. After agreeing to listening to what he had to say Leo expected to hear some devilish plot that seemed to save the world but had an ulterior motive that afterwards destroyed it in his own preferred way. It was not like that at all. The only problem was that he needed to get stronger. A lot stronger. So they trained. Lucifer assured him that time was slowed slightly. About half the speed, he said. Some other angel named Cassiel had done so for him. Days had gone by. He had lost track, but every day, Lucifer pushed him to his limits and beyond.

Today was one of the days that he had broken through a previous limit. Leo was learning to use Hellfire. It was wild. Nearly uncontrollable, unquenchable. To summon it, you had supply your own soul as a starting fuel. After that, nearly everything was fuel. As a god, he had a lot of soul-fuel, known as soulterfuge. After running out, the Hellfire would consume the user whole. He had been trying to summon it for over a week straight, without sleep, without success.

They were in a pure white room around a kilometer in all directions. Morningstar would summon whatever they needed. Projectiles, targets, even moving adversaries. Every attempt at creating Hellfire ended with him resorting to normal fire to protect himself from the conjured enemies.

Lucifer had run out of patience. "I expected more from you Leo Valdez. I might just have to give you some, incentive…" The way he said incentive got Lord Arula on guard. He snapped his fingers and… Nothing happened. "That's odd…" He snapped again, but louder. Twice, thrice. Four times. At the fifth, a bright light exploded like a supernova in Leo's eyes.

When his vision cleared, he saw, no. This wasn't real… Calypso. In a cage of ice. "Leo! Help me! This cage is draining my life force! I- I'm dying." The Patron of Demigods snapped back into action when she fell to the floor of her icy entrapment. He immediately bathed the cage in wave after wave of fire. Plain flames didn't work. Flames of the hearth seemed to damage it slightly, but it was not nearly enough. "Lucifer! What is this! How do I save her? Please!" The Devil seemed to ponder for a moment, which angered Leo even further. "SPEAK DAMN IT!"

Morningstar grinned. "It is a cage made of a very special ice. It is called Glacierite. It is an ice that sucks power around it to make it stronger. Only Hellfire can melt this substance. The only other thing I know that could damage this material would be a black hole. We don't really have easy access to one of those, now do we?"

"DAMN YOU LUCIFER!" "I'm already damned kid." He promptly snapped his fingers and disappeared. Leo only felt one emotion. A fiery fury. He reached deep inside himself, pulled at his greatest angers. Why couldn't his mother live? Why did he have to die to kill Gaea. WHY DID HE HAVE TO LOSE CALYPSO?

He pushed his arms forward Goku-style to release a powerful blast of white-yellow Hellfire ten meters across that blasted the cage to ashes, only to leave a charred husk of Calypso's body behind.

REYNA

One hundred years had gone by in Hell. Only a hundred and forty to go. Fifty years worth of the best sex she had ever experienced. Fifty years worth of the worst torture to have ever befallen nearly anyone ever. Thankfully, she had just finished the torture. And the sex had yet to begin. Part of becoming a succubus was acquiring the most attractive body possible. A body that would only be rivalled by other succubi.

Samael entered the room. After fifty years of being fucked by this guy, she was instantly wet once she saw him. He approached her and brushed her hair aside, pulling her naked body close to his. He pressed his lips against hers and sucked on her lower lip, eliciting an excited gasp from the woman. Samael pulled away, moved towards her left ear and whispered, "I am going to teach you how to make love to someone." he gently nibbled on her earlobe and pulled lightly. He moved his mouth downwards and placed his mouth over the skin on her neck. He sucked lightly and licked causing her to whine. "Please, use me Samael. I'm begging you to fuck me now" The Archangel growled. "I am going to make love to you Reyna. Slowly. I want to drive you crazy"

He sensually ran his fingers across her nipples, maker her shiver. They explored further down, across her belly button and down to her tight snatch. He caressed her folds and stuck a lone finger in, so slowly that Reyna bucked her hips in an attempt to get more stimulation. Samael began to go faster, thrusting in and out of her. The wanton moans that escaped her lips was a song of lust to Samael. She was nearly ready. He placed his thumb on her clit and applied pressure. The resulting choked squeak of pleasure followed by a shaking whimper forced the archangel to take things a little faster. He smiled. She sank to her knees.

Reyna knew exactly what to do. She cupped his balls and put her mouth around the head of his cock. She used her tongue to lick circles around his head while she fingered herself vigorously. She bobbed her head back and forth along his hard rod.

The Archangel pulled her up and lightly pushed her against the wall. He kissed her and opened his mouth to allow entrance. Their tongues fought for dominance while he massaged her round breasts.

They sank to the floor, archangel over woman. He moved lower and ran his tongue in circles around her nipples making her whimper. Samael then sucked and nibbled lightly on them. He brought his hand to her soaking wet pussy. She was ready

The Archangel aligned himself with her moist cunt and gradually pushed it in. it was a tight fit. Always had been, always will. The slow entrance was of great contrast to the violent thrusting that Reyna was used to. She could feel the head pushing deeper and deeper. She could feel every little detail on his cock as it slid in. moments later he was balls deep and Reyna let go of a breath she didn't even know she was holding. He slowly pulled out then pushed back in much faster as he placed his lips on her's. They moaned into each others mouths and ran their hands along each other's bodies lustfully.

With every movement, a fire within Reyna grew, slowly reaching a tipping point. Samael looked into her eyes as he reached down to rub her clit. An immediate reaction occurred. Reyna felt the fire within her explode, tipping her over the edge to orgasm. Electricity ran along her skin, her back arched and her pussy spasmed in pleasure. It was one of the best climaxes she had ever had. Her world faded to black as she passed out from pure bliss.

She awoke to the sound of chains being dragged across the floor. It was torture time again. The chains were attached to cuffs that were secured around her wrists and ankles. The chains were connected to the walls forcing her to be chained up like the prisoner she was. Opening her eyes she was surprised to see someone other than Samael. It was Jason. The one she had loved for years but had nothing with. She began to laugh. Did Samael really think this would work? She was stopped short due to a million volts coursing through her body from Jason's hand on her chest.

She heard a whisper in her ear. It was The Archangel. "This really is Jason. He's dreaming right now, and very angry that you've left him a broken city to take care of and lead. The legion is in a frenzy and the son of Zeus is mourning his father's death. He seems to irrationally want to take it out on you. He doesn't know you're real. Enjoy."

Whatever was left of Reyna's heart shattered, knowing her friend would do this to her. Cramps developed all over her body making her scream in pain. Every single muscle contorted and writhed. Tears flowed down her face. She opened her eyes to see Jason's worried face, but at eye contact, his face hardened.

He pulled out a Imperial Gold dagger and dragged it across her chest, spelling something. A mirror was somehow conjured, revealing the text. PRODITOR. Traitor in Latin. After all she had done for the legion, he labeled her that? Fury and frustration exploded within her and with a scream she broke the chains that held her in place. She landed on her feet, extremely surprised she got loose.

Reality came back to her when Jason stuck the dagger into her chest, right above the writing. It stung slightly. Nothing really, compared to what she had already experienced. She pulled it out and threw it aside. The son of Zeus desperately attacked her, with electricity and hard punches. Reyna fought back even harder, kicking, punching and breaking Jason. When he saw an opening, he took it and tried to strike her right in the face. With newfound speed, she caught the punch in her hand and squeezed. Hard. Jason's face scrunched up in pain before he screamed in pain. She threw him to the side and picked up the dagger.

Reyna cut something onto his back. was now brutally spelled horizontally across his back. Looking in the mirror, she noticed something. Her eyes were blood red. Not just the irises though, it was literally all red. The symbols on her body glowed and disappeared as did the scars. Her now red hair fixed itself and teeth grew back, perfectly white. She blinked and her eyes were back to normal, if you could call blood red irises normal. She gave herself a look. Her body was perfect. Large round tits, thin waist, wide hips, round and firm ass, and perfectly accented facial features. In short, she was more attractive than most goddesses, and goddesses were generally more than gorgeous. She couldn't help but smile.

Samael entered the room, grinning smugly and clapping. "You are a hundred years early, mi Reyna, You are much more powerful than I thought. Swear your allegiance to me upon the name of God himself and I will train you to be the strongest Demon Earth has ever known!"

A predatory smirk was all the confirmation he needed. "Good choice, demon. Put this on-" He threw a toga at her, "And follow me". She obediently put it on. Then walked with him, leaving the room she had been in for a hundred years.

JASON

The recently orphaned Son of Zeus awoke screaming. His hand was broken and his back bleeding. He calmed himself and stood up. He jogged to the medical center to be treated. It was midnight, so no one was roaming the streets, save for those on watch that were far from him.

The lights of the medical center assaulted his tired eyes as he pushed through the doors to a half awake nurse.

"Wake up. I need some help".

"Uuugghhh."

"WAKE UP!"

"AAAAAAHHHH"

"I need my hand looked at and some nectar for my back."

"Jason! Are we under attack? What happened to you?"

"Marie, we are safe. Just help me. This hand fucking hurts and my back is bleeding profusely"

"Alright". She grabbed a bottle of nectar from under the desk and handed it to him. A swig or two later, his back stopped bleeding and his hand began to heal. The nurse moved the individual bones back into place and covered it with a cast. Even with nectar, bones took at least a few days to finish up.

"Let me take a look at your back"

Jason complied and lifted his shirt. The nurse gasped. Worried, Jason asked, "What is it?"

"Your back is scarred into a word. Like someone took a hot knife to it."

"What does it say?!"

"Coward."

It was real. That dream was truly real, not some god messing with him. No god or goddess would have the guts to scar that word onto his back. Only someone like Reyna had the utter balls to do that. Especially since in the 'dream' he had tortured her previously. Guilt weighed down on him like an anchor. Realization had hit him like a bullet. She had to be alive.

"Marie, do not tell anyone of this, do you understand me? If word of this gets out, the legion will panic. I will handle this." I have to rescue her. I have to find her. He thought.

Jason went back to his house and got his things together. He would have to leave Frank and Hazel to take care of the legion. Without Reyna, they wouldn't last much longer anyway.

Light armor - check

Sword - check

Dagger - check

Crossbow and bolts - check

Protein Bars - check

Nectar and Ambrosia - check

Spray water bottle - check

A bunch of Denarii, Dollars and Drachmas - check

He was ready. Jason needed to find Hades. He could help with Reyna's 'Death'. He had to go to Los Angeles. To DOA recording studios.

ANOTHER CHAPTER DOWN BITCHEZ. I have worked hard to get myself off my ass and write a new chapter. It's shorter than the rest but whatever. I haven't written in awhile. Big things are coming for Leo, Reyna and Percy. Villains will emerge and Heroes will fall. Dimensions and the walls between universes will shatter. Be ready for a crazy fucking fanfic. Anyways, don't forget to read and review!