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The Spy and The Soul Catcher
The next few days passed without much interruption, as Chaos' Army and the demigods started to work on their own battle plans, intending to strike back. The few who had been injured in the earliest battle had healed well, and morale was high throughout camp on half-blood hill. There had been many successful raids on the nearby enemy camps, which though small, were certainly enough to aggravate Tartarus' forces. Since the arrival of the Lambda ship the enemy hadn't made any major attacks, and were probably now planning a much bigger threat.
Lord Chronus had sent many of the Xi branch of the army out to gain intel on the enemy, but was unsuccessful until 4 days after Percy had been on his mission to collect Bethany and Emily. Two of his best had caught a man who was supposedly working with the other side. The man was no threat in himself, but the Primordial of Time knew he was a distinct threat in his relevance to Tartarus' Army, and he knew that the person who may know of the connection was also the one best to interrogate the man.
Lord Chronus collected his son Aether and his wife Ananke before arriving on Olympus to see if he could gain the curiosity of his younger relatives. Unsurprisingly it only took the phrase 'possible information' for Athena to collect the Olympians and bring them to the Camp.
Equally predictable was the fact that the man he had come to see was having an intense sword-on-lance duel with his ex-counterpart Jason Grace. He caught their attention and beckoned them over. Glancing at the Roman, he said; "We're having a meeting, call the Immortal Campers, Praetors, Cabin Leaders, Head of The Amazons and Hunters, The Alpha and Chiron." he turned to the assassin, "I presume we can use your room?" Omega nodded, and capped his sword before heading off to round up the leaders. Once everyone crucial was present, the assassin lead them through the winding corridors of the ship.
Upon entering, many gasped. The room itself was around the size of a large apartment, with many other doorways leading off. On the left side there was a large mahogany dining/conference table, with glass cabinets, bookcases and shelves filled with scrolls behind it. A large-unlit-fireplace was adjacent to the door, with a ring of mixed couches, chairs, and beanbags (an odd collection) surrounding a coffee table in front of it. There was 4 doorways along the rest of the back wall with 2 desks; one perfectly untouched and the other overflowing with various pieces of technology and ancient texts. The wall they'd just stepped through was almost completely bare with a sparring corner to the side.
"Welcome to our humble abode" said Commander LC, his voice drawling with sarcasm.
"The man cave" Omega corrected.
A few people looked shocked, glancing from Omega to Luke. "What? You live together?" Asked the lieutenant of the Hunters, Thalia.
Omega smirked, "Weird isn't it?" he strolled over to a worn armchair and threw himself into it, "Well sit down" he said when he noticed many of the group still staring at him. When Nico tried to sit in the space across from the assassin, the commander unsubtly kicked him off it, and took the seat himself. "This is my couch" he explained.
"Actually Castellan, its my couch since its my room" Omega said.
"Its my room too!" Luke replied indignantly.
"It was my room first" the assassin reminded him.
"Well I did used to sleep here even then, and anyway, I have christened this couch as my own" the commander replied.
"I try not to think about you using my home as a sex parlour while I'm out on missions but you keep bringing it up! Are you actually proud of the fact you sleep around in my house?" Percy replied exasperated.
"Maybe I am, but its equally my room now-I live here too. And the games room is definitely mine."
"No way, I selected it, just because it was your idea-"
The Time Primordial clicked his fingers to catch attention in the almost silent room. "Entertaining as this is we have other matters to attend to"
Reluctantly the assassin turned away from his active discussion and smiled, politely asking, "Any news?"
"The Xi group caught an suspect a few hours ago. I decided you were best to interrogate him given the circumstances." The Primordial of Time replied.
"The circumstances?" Omega questioned.
Chronus smirked. "You'll see, they're bringing him along now."
The assassin stood up and walked over the cabinets behind the mahogany table. He pulled out a stack of what looked like plain disposable cups, and passed one around to each of the rooms occupants. The Olympians and Hades were seated around the table and the 3 Primordial's (Aether, Ananke and Chronus) were spread out on the 3 leather armchairs nearest to it.
The Alpha and the commanders of each division were seated on the beanbags next to Percy and Luke's seats nearest the hearth, where Hestia was tending an infant blaze. Over on the other side of the fireplace the Immortal Campers, Thalia and current cabin leaders (who looked rather nervous) were huddled together on the smaller couches, with Chiron lying casually by the fire. After everyone had a cup, they looked up at him nervously.
"Tell it what you want" he said, and they hesitantly did. Danny, the newly instated head of the Ares cabin let out a cry of "Cool!" as his cup morphed into can of Coke. Viper's turned into a travel mug and filled with a thick tar-like substance that smelled of liquorice. "Teve" he hissed in replied to the questioning glances, "A drink of my planet, it warms even the cold-blooded creatures like myself. Don't drink it though, its toxic." he smiled.
Percy however pulled a glass bottle out of the cabinet. It was filled with an amber gold liquid, and he pulled out the top before pouring into his own plastic cup, which instantly morphed into a small cut-crystal tumbler. "Aether? Chronus?" he asked. The Primordial of Light was dressed in a velvet smoking jacket today, and looked thoroughly upper-class. "Of course dear boy" he replied in an accent that clearly wasn't his own. Chronus saw Omega trying to stifle a laugh before filling their glasses. "It's much better when I'm not paying" Aether said, smirking.
"Well technically," Luke replied, pulling the bottle out of Percy's hands, "You're the one that pays him, so you are really." He leaned back and passed the bottle around the rest of The Alpha and then on to Dionysus who looked at it suspiciously. "It's Trovian whiskey." the commander said, "Better than wine any day…and stronger". Hearing this the wine god poured a generous amount.
"You drink whilst you're interrogating?" Athena asked, looking exasperatedly at the son of Poseidon.
"And you don't?" he countered, swilling the drink around his mouth. He closed his eyes and a peaceful expression spread over his (uncovered) face. "Oh there is a god" he sighed, swallowing. Luke laughed, whilst everyone else looked at him strangely. "I'll go and see what's taking them so long" he said, heading out of the door.
"I have two questions" Nico asked, looking at Luke who nodded. "Firstly, what's with the drinking?"
The commander snorted. "It's like, his habit. I don't know when it started but he's seriously obsessed with Trovian whiskey, specifically from Aruval's dads distillery. He's not a drunk, he can hold it, but I think he likes the taste. Bloody expensive habit." he added exasperatedly.
The son of Hades looked no less confused, but nodded and asked, "Why did he never just recruit her to the army? I can't work out how he can bring you back to life but not his girlfriend…"
Aether replied. "He's not allowed too." The few people who hadn't been paying attention snapped their heads round-they weren't aware Omega was bound by rules. "It's one of the highest laws of Chaos' Army; you can't recruit for personal gain. Luke had the potential to be a great leader and thus he is ok, but…Annabeth?" he asked, and Luke nodded.
"Although she would be a great strategist for The Army she would only be joining because he wanted her back specifically. It's not fair to condone that for him but not for anybody else. Furthermore, when you join The Army you instantly sever any romantic ties, although you can have relations with other members of The Army or new people you meet afterwards, its part of the commitment to the cause-you have to be prepared to start a new life."
It was at this point that Omega walked back in, leading a man with his hands tied behind his back and a black bag tied over his face. The man looked about medium height and build with dark brown skin but he wasn't quite human. He had a long thin monkey-like tail though it was completely hairless, which was tied into his bound hands.
Omega pushed him into the sparring corner, and cut his wrist bonds before walking back over to his seat. As soon as his back was turned the man made a wild grab for one of the swords to his left and tried to slash it through the air to teleport out. As one everyone rose out of their seats to grab him but heard a loud BANG and watched as he dropped the blade from his now blood spattered hand and clutched it to his chest whimpering in pain. Their heads swivelled round to see Omega holding a smoking 1920's revolver. He held it to his lips and blew, smirking at the cliché before casually reloading the spent cartridge and tucking it back in his belt.
He walked over to the now injured informant, shaking his head. "I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but in trying to escape you've not only confirmed you aren't on our side, but even if you are absolutely innocent you have at least a fine to pay now." he said with a sigh. He grabbed a scrap of cloth from his cloak and knotted it tightly around the fairly mangled looking hand, before removing the bag from his head.
Omega stared at the man, before scowling as Chronus had expected, throwing him against the wall and stabbing a knife from his belt into the wall. The knife passed millimetres from the mans shoulder, through his shirt, in such a way that he couldn't move without cutting his skin on the sharp dagger. Paling considerably, he stared back at the assassin in absolute fear, who smirked and walked back over to his half full glass.
"It's Gade isn't it? Leader of The Jaded?" Omega asked, looking disgusted. "I don't think we've formerly met"
The man, Gade, swallowed nervously before looking up at the assassin and asking quite clearly, "And you are?"
Percy smirked, "How about you guess. I'll give you new clue each time you get it wrong. Here's your first one; I've been to a meeting of The Jaded"
Gade frowned, "You can't have been, you're tailless."
Percy smiled, but it was clear he strongly disliked this man, "Oh, I assure you I have. I'm rather good at disguises. Here's your second clue; it was the last meeting The Jaded had before your old leader was killed"
"How do you know Varg was killed? We've told nobody but the closest members!" Gade was beginning to look distinctly scared now. Around the room, most were confused. In fact, only Luke, Aether, Ananke and Chronus looked like they understood what was going on. Many of the cabin leaders looked fairly bored, but the Olympians were watching attentively.
Omega nodded, "Getting warmer. Lets try a different angle shall we? Most people have heard of me, in either a very positive or a very negative light, you would probably be the negative kind"
Apparently, this helped to clear things up considerably; Gade froze looking completely horrified. "No…" he muttered, "You can't be…"
The assassin smiled. "Would you like to have a guess?" he asked in a mocking tone, as though talking to a small child, taking a sip of his drink.
Gade glanced around nervously, "You're him. The one everyone talks about. The…the…Omega. The End. The one that killed Varg!" he cried hysterically, his chest heaving with fear.
Percy grinned cheekily in response, looking as though he were enjoying the mans discomfort. "Did you ever get the bloodstain out of that carpet?" he asked slyly. Gade looked horrified. Indeed, some of the rooms other occupants looked as though they agreed. The younger campers were no longer looking bored, they stared wide-eyed at the cloaked killer. His old friends were looking at him as though seeing him in a new light and even the Olympians showed a fraction of fear. Only The Alpha and the Primordial's looked unbothered by his nonchalant view of murder.
Percy emptied his glass in one, and casually poured a second before turning to face Gade. He sighed. "Look Gade, we can do this 3 ways. Option number 1; you answer all my questions with all the information you have, completely honestly, and I let you live. In fact, I might even give you a free pass in regards to The Jaded, though they'll definitely not be continuing the way they are.
"Option 2; You don't answer my questions, and I take this knife and starting at your finger just keep cutting things off until you do.
"Option 3; I use the power's I got from the immortal shade Zeth, and break into you mind to rip the information I need out of it. Unfortunately, this will render you completely insane and you'll live out the rest of your life in a vegetative state but to be honest, that doesn't bother me so much." The assassin was casually picking his nails with a 6 inch steel dagger. He glanced up, "So which is it going to be?"
Gade squeaked. "Option 1" he chocked out.
Omega smiled. "Good. So, are Rapacia allying with Tartarus?"
Gade looked visibly shaken by his insight, but managed to whisper "Yes."
Chronus frowned-this was certainly bad news. The New Universe was made up over hundreds of thousands of planets; some with life, some without. Some lived privately and in almost complete solitude like the Scathre planet, some lived in semi-connection like the Lupet planet, some lived in complete hostility like the western planets where Fleeth's came from, and others lived at peace like Trove. A millennia ago Trove, Lathar and 18 other planets formed an alliance known as The Federation of the New Universe, or The Union.
This slowly grew over the years until today where over 120 planets had joined. In counter to this, the more hostile planets formed their own alliance, Rapacia. Each side had the power of each planets private armies banded together under one cause (although The Union was slightly larger), and would help each of their allies in battles against their enemies so that almost every war would be won on how crucial it was to either side. Chaos' Army usually sided with The Union, recruiting many of the best from each planet to its own army. However Rapacia together could be a much bigger threat to Chaos' Army by sheer numbers if they had sided with Tartarus.
Omega remained emotionless. "Why are The Jaded involved with Tartarus?" he asked. Hayzar was not allied with either The Union (it was too barbaric) or Rapacia, (it was not strong enough), so for The Jaded to be involved was strange.
"They…they…we didn't have a chance. They broke in and threatened our lives…I didn't know what it was for, Varg never told us…I didn't know what it could do!" Gade cried hysterically, his breath coming in great gasps as he stared in fear at the assassin.
Omega stepped forward, looking apprehensive as though he had a guess of what the man meant and was praying to every deity alive it was wrong. "Calm down Gade!" he snapped, and then took on a-mildly-more soothing tone. "Tell me everything, from the start. Don't leave anything out and make yourself clear."
Gade swallowed nervously. "You were at the last meeting. Varg spoke of his greatest work. He said it was almost finished and he would reveal it at the next meeting. He never told any of us, not even me, what it was really for. And then you killed him, and the secret died with him because you burned his desk where the notes were-"
"That was the idea" he assassin interrupted, he looked distinctly troubled now.
Gade nodded, "but, we didn't know what it was for, and he had to have spoken with someone as the technology he bought was complex, and Varg was no scholar, so we assumed someone knew and would come forward. I ordered a light guard to be placed around the building-"
"You did what!" Omega shouted. What Chronus could see of his face paled considerably, but even the Primordial did not know what had caused this obvious look of terror to break through his normally emotionless façade.
Gade shrieked, "WE DIDN'T KNOW! I never thought it was possible, we hadn't even begun to consider…and it was our mistake. One night, I heard of the break in, and headed there with a group of my finest 6 warrior's and we were completely overwhelmed. Their leader, he said Varg had met with them and they had paid for half of the project in exchange for the use of the equipment after Varg had finished. They'd heard of his death through a spy and had come to claim what was rightfully theirs."
In a deadly calm voice, Omega asked, "What did they use it for? Who did they bring in?"
"5000 soldiers from the army of Rapacia, and those terrible beasts with rotting skin and howling minds."
Almost silently, the assassin muttered "Fleeths." he turned back to the man. "Did they succeed?"
Gade swallowed and muttered, "Yes" but in the now silent room everybody heard. Nobody, not even the commander knew what was making Omega react in something like fear, but it couldn't be a good thing. They waited to hear what he said.
"The attack they're planning," he guessed, though correctly if Gade's surprised face meant anything, "When will they be here?"
"2 days." the informant muttered. The room seemed to fill with an explosive gas which was waiting for the match to be struck. An attack. In two days. That Omega considered a threat.
Faster than thought the assassin leapt across the room towards the cluttered desk that was his own. He threw scrolls and paper's off it in semi-panic, though slowed down to move a particularly old scroll onto a shelf. I know what that is…Chronus thought, deciding to speak with the assassin afterwards. Said assassin pulled a large paper sheet that looked like a map from the desk and grabbed a piece of charcoal. Striding to the table where the Olympians sat he looked down at Dionysus and Demeter.
"Move" he barked. The cabin leaders gasped, nobody asks a god or goddess to move. The Olympians appeared to agree most looking over at this impertinence, though Poseidon, Apollo, Hades, Ares and Hermes smirked.
"You dare ask me to move demigod?" asked Dionysus in outrage.
"Move" the assassin repeated. Dionysus opened his mouth to continue but was beaten to it. "I don't have time to argue. Move. Now." Omega pulled out the revolver once more and pressed in to the gods temple. Even immortals wouldn't like that pain. Reluctantly but sensibly Dionysus moved, and his aunt followed. Pushing the chairs out of the way the assassin lay down the sheet on the table and the Olympians recognised it as a map of Camp Half Blood, its boundaries and the surrounding 5 miles.
Pulling the knife from the wall the assassin dragged Gade by his injured hand to the table, pinned it behind his back and putting the blade to his throat. He gestured at the charcoal and the map. "Draw the attack. Now." he barked, pushing knife into the mans throat for emphasis. They watched as a single bead of red blood rolled down the dark skin of the Gade's neck. He started to draw.
"That's all I know" he whispered as he finished. Sweat dripped from his brow. Glancing at the sheet, the assassin seemed satisfied. He removed the knife.
"Right Gade. Your second chance. You will go back into Rapacia. You will inform me of any new information throughout this war. When the time comes, you will fight against them and if you survive you will restart and correct the ways of The Jaded on Hayzar. If you try to deceive me or make Rapacia aware of your involvement in this you will burn alive, and I know how much your kind fears flames.
"Until the time comes you will be allowed to play your part in the best way you can and that means fighting for them if you must, but only with my permission. But be aware, if my side loses, if I die, they will be aware of your betrayal. If and when we win, you will lead the people of Hayzar both tailless and no to peace and prosperity. If you can form an alliance between the two races, I will ensure Hayzar joins The Union." Chronus raised an eyebrow. Omega certainly knew how to bargain. Hayzar had tried unsuccessfully for several centuries to join The Union, it would be their greatest honour to be accepted.
The assassin took a sp of his drink, and continued. "I'm going to give you a Shade's Brand. Through it you can pass me information, and I will know your every thought. You cannot be traitor with this brand, but if you do as a spy should, I will remove it when the time comes. This might hurt." Without waiting for permission Omega pressed his palm to Gade's neck and it glowed sea green. Gade flinched, but as the light faded a slightly darker patch could be seen, in the shape of an Omega. It slowly blurred to a random patch that looked insignificant.
The assassin reached out and pulled the bullet from the tailed-mans hand, and healed it. He drew his sword and tore a slit in the fabric of the universe to create a door between the room and Hayzar, before unceremoniously pushing the man through it and closing it. He sighed, and then turned back to the map. The room stayed deceptively silent.
"So what is it mate?" Commander LC asked, walking over to the map. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in a classic 'O'.
"That's not the worst part either." Omega sighed, before explaining, "'The Laboratory' started as a project for Varg (the ex-leader of The Jaded) so that he could steal the fire controlling abilities of the other species on Hayzar. I was planning his death for a few weeks after that meeting I attended until he announced he was almost finished. I broke into his office and once I heard what it could do, I decided to move forward and finish the job that night.(That's why I was almost late for your meeting Chronus) I burned the notes and hoped nobody would know any better, you can see Gade isn't the brightest spark" he added with a smirk.
His expression darkened, "Varg had found a way to rip certain qualities and abilities from one species-with a mixture of science, magic, pain and brute force-and implant it into a living being. 5000 warriors of Rapacia would be a fair threat in themselves but with them adapted like a Fleeth…"
Zeus spoke up, "So they'll be decomposing?"
Omega shook his head. "They'll be without the feelings of pain, have immense strength in mind control-enough to render their opponents paralysed- and intense bloodlust. All the skill of a warrior combined with only a direct headshot to kill. They will probably be designed not to decompose. In short, they'll be deadly."
Dionysus (still looking indignant from being moved) sneered. "But only 5000-"
Omega interrupted; "No. Not only 5000. Come and look at this"
It was Athena, ever interested in battle who came forward first staring at the page, but soon others followed. They spread out around the huge table staring at the map.
"They're sending the mutated soldiers to the open grassland behind the Lambda Ship first, because its where the camp boundaries are weakest, to try and get us to counter their attack." He gestured at the regimented lines of foot solders marked on the map.
"This is a rouse. They're then going to storm the other side with 5 separate groups lead by an immortal, and various other powerful, though not immortal beasts. They will attack through the valleys in the smaller hills. While our back is turned on the enemy, they will raze the camp, and then attack at our backs completely surrounding us.
"We can't run out of either flank, because they're sending cavalry divisions through the woods on the left and right, and we can't fly out because they're launching a full aerial assault from the skies. There are also 50 beasts from Hydras (the water planet) which will attack from the beach."
Ares sneered, "And I suppose you have a plan, O mighty demigod?"
Omega seemed unfazed. "My plan is to send the 10,000 fighters of the Gamma led by Commander Fleetwood to combat the mutations, along with 200 of the Beta division under the command of Aruval. 1,000 of the Cavalry of Omicron will hold the left flank, along with The Hunters of Artemis-led by Thalia and Sol-leks. Mirroring this on the right a second 1,000 cavalry led by Commander Kayla, Gina and The Queen with the Amazons. The Cavalry will engage the enemy, but they will be ambushed through the trees by the Hunters or Amazons, and in their moment of weakness, the cavalry will overrun them. Half will break the ranks and attack from behind, while the ambush will strike down from above.
"20 of your strongest Greeks and Romans with all of the children of the sea will man the Argo II on the beach with Leo in command of course, and Captain Theseus. As for the frontal attacks, the remaining 200 of the Beta, Psi, Omicron, Romans and Greeks will split into 5 groups, each to engage a separate battalion. They will be led by Commander LC and Jason, Umbra and Piper, Viper and Hazel, Captain Sigrid and Frank and Captain Leonidas and Nico. Commander Tezar will lead the 1,000 aerial forces.
"The Delta force will surround the camp and attack from highest points both towards and behind the enemy, with Zoe to lead. The Sigma will protect the camp at all costs, and move the injured from the battlefield to the Epsilon and medical campers within the camp, Chiron will remain with them. Finally the Lambda crew will hold the ship, which will stand as a final refuge. If the camp falls all survivors will board the ship and we can only hope to escape."
Most of the room looked shocked. "Since when did you know how to strategise?" asked Jason.
The assassin smirked, "I've fought more wars in the last half a millennia than all you have together. One tends to pick some things up. Nevertheless its only a suggestion. Lady Athena?"
She frowned, looking down at the map. "I can't fault this Perseus-"
He growled at the use of his old name. "Omega" she corrected, "However I have a few questions. Where will you be fighting?"
He smiled, "I'll be fighting in the skies."
His old friends snorted, before they realised he was serious. "Well that's something I never thought I'd hear…" muttered Thalia.
Zeus looked angrily at the assassin, "What makes you think you shall dare enter my domain?" he thundered.
Omega smirked, slashing his back sword through the air in the sparring corner of the room, he whistled. A huge black pegasus burst from the gap which closed behind it. You called boss? All the Primordial's, Olympians, Melissa (the Poseidon cabin leader) and the people of Chaos' Army heard. Understanding sentient beings was part of the Travellers Blessing. Whoa, back with these guys huh? I do like Earth. Best damn donuts a horse can find. He was much bigger than he was 50 years ago. His limbs had thickened, his wingspan was wider, the crest of his neck arc beautifully, in short he looked like an ageless winged war horse, a worthy opponent.
"Blackjack?" echoed around the demigods-they'd all heard stories of The Famous Percy Jackson's personal pegasus.
Omega stood up and rubbed the pegasus' head. "Yeah we're back here, and I'll get you some donuts later I promise. You up for another fight?"
I'm always up to kick some bad guys butts! So long as your pet traitor stay clear. The pegasus glared-if a pegasus can glare-at Luke, and the Alpha laughed at the commanders expression.
"Seriously Blackjack what do I have to do? I give you donuts, I apologise more times than I care to admit, I get everybody's forgiveness but the horse still hates me!" cried the commander indignantly, to which everyone snorted.
You locked me on a boat you-
The horse let out a stream of various curses, derogatory names and insults.
"Enough guys! Blackjack, there is hay and donuts in the storage bunker, I'll catch-up later okay?" Omega interrupted. The pegasus sent one more withering glare at the commander, nuzzled Percy's shoulder, nodded at the God of Horses, and walked towards the door. He turned away from t and double barrelled it, smashing the wood. After stepping through the wreckage he wandered off down the hall. The commander looked exasperatedly at his roommate. "There is something seriously wrong with that horse."
Omega snorted, amused, before fixing the door with his handheld computer. "Well if you wouldn't piss him off-"
"He starts it! You know the other day he came looking for you and I told him you were on a mission, but he wouldn't believe me! He said I'd kidnapped you and if I didn't give you back he'd beat me into submission, and I said I hadn't kidnapped you so he kicked me! Bloody hurt too, and this prat" he gestured at Sol-leks who was rolling on the floor with laughter, "only stepped in when the damn thing tried to trample me to death!"
The Lupet gasped for air, "It was fucking hilarious!" he chocked out clutching his stomach and wiping tears from his eyes.
"Back to what's important; why are you not fighting the immortal?" asked Athena.
Omega smiled, "Three reasons. Firstly, because there is another threat. Secondly, in the air I can survey the whole battle and provide reinforcement where it is most needed. And thirdly I know what it is, and I will struggle to fight it. Jason, will fight the immortal with my sword."
The demigod spluttered. "What? Seriously mate, if you can't fight it I definitely can't!"
"You misunderstand me. I can fight the immortal, and kill it, but the power that will be reaped from it is not one I can hope to control before I blow you all up with the strength of it.
"Tartarus has been planning this attack for much longer than we originally suspected, and has managed to do something that neither Kronos or Gaia ever achieved, though they both tried."
Luke paled. "No…they can't have, its completely impossible, we tried for years" The commander rarely spoke of his time with the Kronos, and a few people looked over in shock that he had mentioned it.
The assassin nodded. "Gaia got much closer. She actually started the process, but didn't realise it takes hundreds of years to ever achieve. Towards the end of her battle, in panic she tried to raise Ouranos."
Eyes so wide it looked like a danger to their health, the gods stared at the assassin.
"Ouranos was cast into the sea, and after siring Aphrodite, he faded to the void. Gaia started to call him from the void, and now, 500 years later Tartarus had succeeded."
"That's who you want me to fight?" cried Jason. Chronus noticed he looked almost green. The assassin looked straight at him.
"He is still weak. You will be able to best him in a fight and Uranus' power-though incredibly strong-is close enough to the power you have that you should be able to control it."
The immortal son of Jupiter swallowed. "You just called him by his Roman name" was all he appeared to be able to say.
"Traveller's blessing. I'm looking at you. You're Roman. It's hard enough stopping myself from breaking out into Latin (I've done it before) forgive me from switching pantheons." he replied. "You'll need to get a blessing from a Primordial however…" he looked at the Primordial of Time, but Ananke replied.
"You should be asking Aether."
He frowned, "Chronus blessed me…"
"You have the power of The Titan of Time. It is best, youngling, to match the blessing to the person, The Light and The Sky are much interlinked." she replied with a smile.
Aether rose from his seat, but before he could take a step, Zeus spoke.
"Why should I, The Lord of the Sky, allow my son to gain power over my own domain? I shall fight Ouranos."
Omega replied forcefully. "If you were to take on the power of a Primordial, your strength would far outrank that of your brothers. You would be forced to leave the council of Olympians, hand your thrown to another, and leave Earth forever to become a Primordial. Jason, while immortal is not a god, and thus he will never be bound by the ancient laws, allowing him to stand for both god and mortal alike. This means that even with this power he would never willingly overthrow the gods and claim your throne-it is not in his nature."
"You dare tell me what I cannot do? I am the King! I will fight Ouranos!" Zeus shouted.
The assassin smirked, "It's my sword king, I can give it to who I will." Aether, guessing the argument was won stepped forwards and blessed the son of Zeus. Jason gasped when the Light around him had faded.
"Well we're nearly finished, how about everyone but The Alpha, what remains of the Seven, Thalia, Nico, Chiron and the gods head out to lunch. After that you can get started on the preparations for battle." Omega said with a smile. Slowly, reluctantly as they could see there was something he didn't want to say in front of them, the others left. The rest moved and sat around the dining table.
Scathre looked at the assassin in concern, "This other threat you speak of, what is it?" he hissed.
"The attack will be lead by a Soul Catcher" he replied. Though the Olympians and their children didn't understand this, the Alpha and the Primordial gods clearly did. There expressions varied from shock to fear to concern and in Commander LC's case exasperation.
Artemis asked, "What is a Soul Catcher?" The goddess of the hunt seemed concerned she didn't know of an enemy, disliked asking questions.
It was Umbra who replied. "A Soul Catcher is a shade, that has taken the art of sorcery to far. Sorcery is a magical power where a shade or magician calls the strength of the souls of the dead from both this realm and the Void to help them in their spells." he sighed. "There are various types of shades; some are immortal whilst others are not. The mortal shades, though ageless, often envy their godlike brothers and in some cases take up sorcery to gain power over them. "They call the strongest fighters, the greatest spell weavers and bind them to their very mortal spirits with old spells that our race does not condone.
"The trapped souls have no choice but to follow the command of the Soul Catcher and are bound to serve him until death." The shades expression darkened. "The youngest, purest souls, those of children are trapped against their will to form the blade of the demon, a blade that is designed to tear the very soul of those that it cuts. The only thing as deadly as Omega's blade. They do not force a soul to fade, but scatter its essence into a million pieces that will live forever in torment and never reform. Such is the raw power of the blade that it tries to fight itself. It is brittle and will often splinter. A Soul Catcher is very hard to kill."
The Olympians looked either shocked, fearful or disdainful of Omega's offer to fight the beast.
The commander spoke, looking at the gods with an expression none had seen on his face since the old days. "This is your chance to prove I misjudged you. One of you, choose to fight instead. Break the ancient laws, get a little bit of bad luck from the Styx so that he doesn't get himself killed bringing this thing down!" he said vehemently. They nervously looked from one to the other, and he sneered. "I knew you hadn't changed."
"Enough Luke." Omega barked, and the commander looked downwards. "I have a better chance than they do, I've fought these beasts before and I have the power of a shade to hold back there mild control. Nevertheless, I ask something of you." The son of Hermes narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "If I die on that battlefield, you will take my place-"
"No!" Luke interrupted, rising from his chair and knocking it over in a mixture of panic and rage, "We've been over this…you promised you would never give me power! Don't…give it to Aruval or Sol-leks or…" he muttered off, pacing the back wall.
"I'd follow you're judgement above anyone else's. You're impartial enough to make the right decision and ruthless enough to kill to make it come about. I trust you."
"Well you shouldn't!" he commander looked almost deranged now, he had a hand in his hair and was panting heavily. "You don't understand me. You don't realise how hard it is not give in to my lure for power. My fatal flaw is attention on me, people following me out of fear or respect. Don't give me the chance to do it again Percy" he growled, throwing his hands into the air. The assassin stood up also, and squared off at the commander.
"I trust you, and you don't have a choice. To you, my word is law Luke." The occupants of the room watched as they had a silent stare down until Luke scowled and lowered his hands, he kicked his chair back over and slumped down, muttering about useless, insane leaders. Percy followed. "Aruval would take over command of the Beta, and you'd have to find a new member. Eight is a good number-"
Thankfully, Sol-leks interrupted. "Well you aren't dead yet so lets think positive hey Omega?"
Before the battle, tension ran thick over the camp. The Alpha and The Iota were the last group standing with Chiron, making the final preparations. All of the groups were in wait; Hunter and Amazon, Roman and Greek, Hero and Soldier alike surrounding the camp. Contemplative, but ready to die for the gods, for the world, for the universe, for life and love and liberty.
"We ready for this guys?" Omega asked. He was wearing a leather jumpsuit, it was short sleeve and went only to mid thigh but looks were deceptive. It was five layers of strong leather, chain mail, lightweight star-silver plates, chain mail and leather. Although slightly less strong than standard armour it was lighter, more flexible and would deflect all but the hardest of blows. Over this he wore is usual garb, with skin-tight jeans and signature red cape. There were metal wire contraptions that wrapped around the ankle and under the sole of his boots. Though Jason had The Reaper, he still carried many weapons.
Luke looked up and smiled. They'd got over their mild bromance-lovers-spat and were as close as ever. He himself was dressed in the Beta uniform; black and red metal armour, a tight fitting helm with narrow eyeholes and a star-shaped shield with sharpened edges that cut through the thickest armour in one blow. "Lets go show them why the universe call's us the unbeatable army!"
"Aye! My aruval thirsts for blood!" The Trovian wore dark bronze armour so heavy a weaker man may sweat from the strain of standing alone and a round Spartan-like shield.
"As do my Rapiers" hissed Viper. He was wearing only a leather loincloth. The spines that normally reached only his neck ran down his whole body to the base of his thick tail, each over half a foot long.
"We will bring them to their knees…" said Zoë. She wore a light gold outfit that resembled the Hunters dress.
"…by either mind or claw…" added Umbra. The shade used his mind to hold invisible armour that no blade could cross while his strength was high enough, his form was as solid as one ever saw it almost unchanging with 6 ft wings spread behind him.
Sol-leks growled in response, his yellow eyes flashing. The black wolf had gold leaf on his deadly sharp claws, but his fur was thick to serve as defence enough.
"…or weapon, we will rain Chaos!" finished the assassin. He fitted a metal half mask over his eyes, pulled forward his hood and mounted Blackjack. The pegasus was fully armoured in star-silver armour plates across the crest of his neck and back, chain mail wrapped tight around his body, and leather straps wrapped around his legs. On the lower parts of his legs he wore metal braces covered in 4 inch curved spikes with barbed harpoon ends that gripped the skin they broke and held on, ripping further.
The metal on Omega's boots slotted into the metal on the pegasus' leather girth, holding him into the saddle through all but the most dangerous of manoeuvres. He nodded at the Alpha, who teleported out. Glancing behind to check the air riders were ready, he nudged Blackjack, who spread his wide wings and rose into the air.
The Olympian gods sat in the Throne room watching as the battle began. Iris had opened an untraceable connection so they may see and could wait for a slip-up of the enemy that may allow them to engage in the fight. Many minor gods were also present, and even Chronus, Aether and Ananke. Nyx was busy doing whatever Nyx did, and Hemera was as always, hiding away from conflict.
As Omega lead the Iota in the air they couldn't help but be astounded at the Army. Huge winged eagles and hawks ridden by 4ft men-one set of arms guiding the birds and another holding a holster of throwing knives or a bow and arrow-, giants black bats with poisoned fangs, horses made of coloured writhing flames that rose through the air by the heat of their fire ridden by athletic women and winged wolves with deadly red-eyed human riders.
The assassin rose higher than the rest, with Commander Tezar slightly behind him mounted on a 15ft dark green dragon. From the half a mile away the enemies leader flew to the same height. The creature was black and leathery, shaped like a giant eel with slimy bat-like wings but its rider was more deadly. The Soul Catcher was black and shimmering. Unlike Umbra his body seemed darker, harsher, raw hostile power fighting itself. His white blade was so pure it glowed brighter than light. The beast let out a bloodcurdling scream and both friend and foe felt the pain.
Even the occupants of the room balked under the sound.
Omega lifted his blade to the sky, "I slew the Primordial of Blame myself, so feel this demon" he snarled. His eyes glowed black and the enemy stumbled, thousands of thoughts entered their heads, blame and regret and guilt of all they things they'd done in their lives or had happened around them. Although he tried to stop it but some of the allies felt it too.
On Olympus, the gods swallowed as thoughts of all they had done wrong entered their heads…it was your fault, your to blame… But it abruptly stopped as the assassin lowered his blade.
"Scare tactics" Chronus explained, "Round one to Omega"
He locked eyes with the Soul Catcher -did it have eyes?- and called, "What threat are you demon?"
The enemy behind shouted and screamed their rage, a sound that echoed around the valley and the room that watched them.
The assassin nodded. "Good. But not great. We stand firm against your measly threat demon. We stand firm and fight with our brothers. We are Greeks…" and as when he had called in the training hall the allies roared with approval. "And Romans. And Amazons. And Hunters. Of the Psi. And the Delta. And the Gamma. Of Iota. And Omicron. Of Beta. And Alpha. We are Soldiers. And Heroes. Of the Past. And of Now. All of us will be great ones of the future. We are your bane."
He turned to the thousands behind, "We fight FOR OLYMPUS!" The army deafened the enemy, and he asked, "So what do we do today?"
"WE REIGN CHAOS!" Called the thousands and with that, they charged upon the beings that dared threaten Camp Half-Blood.
"Well he's certainly not the 12 year old that stuttered through a story of how he returned my bolt in this very room" snorted Zeus, amused.
Blackjack beat his wings rising high into the air, and the Soul Catcher followed him. When they were around 5 miles high, the pegasus levelled off, and behind his back hooves water condensed and cooled until a plate of ice hung in the air. The pegasus crouched, his back-legs tensed and then he kicked off hard leaping forwards at the speed of sound, charging towards the beast and its demon rider.
The gods gasped and the horse rode forwards, it didn't baulk and would surely splatter on impact.
When the two beasts crashed, the pegasus dug his legs into the creatures hide-blades slicing through skin and muscle and finally gripping- before he folded his wings and fell backwards. The monster it fought was formidable, but not clever. It spread its large wings wide, but the weight of a tonne of horsemeat, armour and all-muscle demigod was too much for it. With a crack that rang out clear through the day- many looked up in shock, whilst the gods winced at the sound-it's left wing broke and with a shriek it fell through the sky, plummeting to the ground.
Locked together Omega and the Soul Catcher exchanged blows. They danced around each other, blades clashing minds locked in an endless struggle until they were half a mile from the ground. Blackjack ripped his legs from the beast, slashing muscle, kicking away and spreading his wings as they rose once more.
They watched as the cavalry on both left and right charged forwards over the flat plain. The feet of them pounded the ground like a thunderstorm, into the valley of death, rode the 1000. Half wolf-half horse hybrids, 5ft komodo dragon beasts and horned lions leapt across the grassland led by Sol-leks and Commander Kayla. The enemy rode straight into the ambush and the arrows and knives rained down. Just as the first line stumbled and fell, the Omicron met them and leapt onto the beasts backs. Dodging the poisonous snake heads of the Hippoanguis and the burning bodies of the Flamecats they crushed the beasts underfoot surrounding them, as the Hunters and Amazons leapt from the trees and ended hundreds of the beasts with lethal knives lashes.
Around the camp many battles raged. The Argo II blasted thousands of water monsters to smithereens. King Leonidas crashed into enemy lines as Nico dived through shadows to flank his enemies even as thousands of skeletal warriors cut through the ranks. Piper fought with Katoptris, and Umbra rendered those against them unconscious from his mind alone, forcing them to stab themselves.
Frank in the form of a grizzly ripped his opponents to shreds and Sigrid-a famous Viking warrior- crushed helms with blows of his mace. Hazel forced the metal of armour and weapons to melt and burn, to twist and turn, to freeze mid strike or draw their owners blood, whilst Viper spat his venom in the faces of his attacks, hissing and burning them as it poisoned them. His thin Rapiers whipped around the blades of his opponents slashing under guards and ripping open skin as he kicked and slashed with clawed feet and horned tail.
But the battle was far from won, and the Fleeth-mutants ripped many to shreds. Using swords and teeth, maces and claws they advanced on the first ranks of the Gamma, it took two to fell the beasts as they kept fighting without limbs, with their guts pouring out, until they took a bow to the head. Though Aruval's aruval tasted much blood and his battleaxe smashed through dozens of helms there were always more to fill their ranks.
On the other side of the camp Luke fought like a whirlwind. Unmatched was his blade but to Omega so nobody stood in his way and lived. He was but a blur of red and black as he took down 4 or 5 in each step forward. Aside him, Jason fought his great-grandfather. The Primordial was still weak, and thus was in the form of only an 8ft man, but his blade was quick and it was all the Roman could do to redirect his lightning strikes. He fought with Omega's black blade and his own (second) imperial gold spear, dancing forwards and back with Ouranos.
In the Throne room the gods watched in fear. The battle could be won or lost on this fight and one other, and the tension was thick.
Jason lunged forwards, his lance striking at the deities ribcage, but swung to the left and smashed it into sternum. Ouranos stumbled, throwing his own spear at the ex-praetor who ducked and dealt a series of heavy strikes with The Reaper.
The Primordial parried every attack but they saw a change in him. He took a step back, then another. Jason twisted his spear and locked it around his great-grandfather's sword hilt, before slashing across his other arm. Ouranos stumbled and the Roman-prepared for this-pulled back on his lance and the sword was lost from the Primordial's grip. Jason sidestepped and before his opponent could react he leapt into the air on the winds, grasped the hilt in both hands and stabbed The Reaper down through Ouranos' heart.
The winds picked up and Ouranos disappeared as lightning crackled and surrounded Jason. It spread out in front of him and struck every enemy around him as it danced past the allies. When the lightning faded, the Olympians saw Jason down on one knee panting hard, but half the enemy in the 5 frontal attacks were felled. With a loud battle cry Luke leapt past and the Army followed, crushing the last of their attackers by elation, adrenaline, skill and sheer numbers.
A cheer went up through the thousands, as the cavalry reared in victory, the Gamma raised their shields and the Earth-people roared in approval. But one pair were still fighting.
Above the battle Omega and the Sword Catcher were locked hilt on hilt, locked mind on mind and locked in the force of their power that rolled around them in waves. Nobody could get closer than 100 yards without being blown back as the hovered in the eye of the storm. Blackjack pawed his legs ripping through the steeds sides, chunks of broken skin and muscle raining down. The pegasus swung his head to the side and stabbed the beasts neck with the horn on his face armour. Black tar-like blood poured forth, burning Blackjack's legs as the creature started to melt.
With a neigh of terror the pegasus kicked away and in the moment of panic the Soul Catcher threw his sword. Unable to move, it half imbedded in the right side of Omega's chest and in pain his concentration broke. The demon attacked his mind, torturing it. Omega grasped the hilt of the sword and snapped the brittle blade. Leaving one end imbedded in his body he opened his mind and shouted clearly so all heard his thoughts as they echoed around the battlefield and even the Throne room.
Look Away.
He stabbed the cracked blade in the Soul Catcher's abdomen and a blast of sheer energy burst forth. Light, sound, force, wind, heat all spread out so bright it light up the Earth for all the universe New and Old saw it. The assassin was thrown back, Blackjack rolled through the skies falling towards where the enemy lines gathered as Omega tumbled towards the centre of camp.
The pain, the power and the last torment of the Soul Catcher ripped open his mind and he was lost in his own memories; but as his mind was opened they all heard and felt and saw as their vision flickered and they saw flashes of his life as he saw them in his head.
'You time is up,' she hissed. Then the weirdest thing happened. Her eyes began to glow like barbecue coals. Her fingers stretched, turning into talons. Her jacket melted into large, leathery wings. She wasn't human. She was a shrivelled hag with bat wings and claws and a mouth full of yellow fangs, and she was about to slice me to ribbons…
He span through the air, getting closer to the ground.
…she was going to say, you killed a minotaur! Or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. Instead she said, 'You drool when you sleep.'...
… I was holding someone destined to be either my best friend or my worst enemy. 'I am Thalia,' the girl said. 'Daughter of Zeus.'...
...I did the stupidest thing in my life, which is saying a lot. I attacked the Titan Lord Atlas…
...'I'll be fine. Besides, we've got no choice.' Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. Then she did something that surprised me even more. She kissed me. 'Be careful, Seaweed Brain.'...
Like strobe lighting they saw him falling through the air in staggers as his memory flickered though. He twirled in the air, semi-conscious, as red feathered Angelus wings burst from his back.
'What have you done to Luke?' I groaned.
Kronos raised his scythe. 'He serves me with his whole being, as I require. The difference is, he feared you, Percy Jackson. I do not.'
That's when I ran. There wasn't even any thought to it...
…His presence was so strong it could bend time itself.
'Run, little hero,' he laughed. 'Run!'…
Percy beat his wings, his fall slowed and he levelled.
I struggled to my feet. I moved towards him with the knife. I should kill him. That was the plan.
Luke seemed to know what I was thinking. He moistened his lips. 'You can't…can't so it yourself. He'll break my control. He'll defend himself. Only my hand. I know where. I can…can keep him controlled.'
…My whole world tipped upside down and I gave the knife to Luke
…With difficulty, he stabbed himself
…he gripped my sleeve, and I could feel the heat of his skin like a fire. 'Ethan. Me. All the unclaimed. Don't let it…Don't let it happen again.' His eyes were angry, but pleading, too.
Omega hung in the air for a moment, and then he passed out fully and dropped like a stone.
'You'll never win!' the giant groaned. 'You cannot defeat me alone.'
'I'm not alone.' Percy raised the stone head above the giants face. 'I'd like you to meet my friend Terminus. He's a god!'
Too late, awareness and fear dawned in the giant's face. Percy smashed the god's head as hard as he could into Polybotes's nose, and the giant dissolved, crumbling into a steaming heap of seaweed, reptile skin and poisonous muck.
Spiralling down, down, down.
All around, the fields crackled and hissed, laughing in Gaia's voice as Percy and Jason charged at each other, their weapons ready.
Omega crashed into the grass field that the cabins surrounded with a loud crack. Blackjack few down towards the person he hated. Luke leapt off Jason's shoulder and grabbed the pegasus' wing, swinging onto his back as they soared through the air to reach Percy.
No escape, said a voice in the darkness below. I go to Tartarus and you will come, too.
…Percy let go of his tiny ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness…
Flashes of Tartarus…Percy stared into Kronos' golden eyes, 'Revenge' he said…a battle at the Doors of Death.
Sol-leks swung around and ran through the trees, Umbra rose of black wings and flew towards Omega, Aruval jogged over the hill, Gina leapt through the trees, Viper sprinted past semi-coherent campers, Zoë climbed Thalia's tree and jumped onto Blackjack as Luke crossed the boundaries.
He had to close the Doors. Fighting through monsters he tired to reach them again, but she was faster. He saw her turn. She looked eyes with him and smiled, before slashing open her throat and pulling the Doors shut, giving her life's last blood to lock them…
The giants felled, Gaia put back to sleep he stood in the Throne room once more. '…We offer immortality to all of you, do you accept?' One by one the seven (now six) agreed until they reached him. 'I can't accept full immortality Zeus. I request you only give me agelessness, so I still maybe killed by blade or poison. If you'll agree, I ask of another request in replacement? I want you to return Hestia's throne to her, and give Hades a throne. They have helped in this war and in the last…'
Blackjack reached Omega, and Luke dropped 20 ft to the ground, landing with a roll he came up on his knees by his friends side. Percy's fall had been broken by his left wing, which was shattered-the bone stuck out of the flesh and arterial blood poured from the wound. The half blade of the Soul Catcher was still lodged in his right pectoral, and he was panting and writhing as the memories flooded his mind.
He was alone. He'd failed in every way. He'd been prepared to die on more than one occasion and he had allowed her to take his place. He lived on, alone, so alone when she would have had companionship. She would have had a purpose. That day he had lost the love of his life, and their child…
The thoughts rang out through the camp and Olympus on shocked ears. Nobody had ever considered that. Even the newer people who had never met Annabeth grieved for her in that moment, for what could have been. They felt Percy's own wracking grief and pain flood their minds also, and understood why he had had to leave.
Umbra landed next to the commander, and with a grim look at him said, "We can't do anything with him like this, we need his mind closed and his body still lest he bleed out-or worse." Luke nodded understanding instantly, and helped to pin Omega down as Umbra fought his disjointed thoughts.
He walked out of Camp Half-Blood. Too many reminders…
1 month; 'I've watched you hero, and so I give you the Traveller's blessing.
8 months; his first cold-blooded kill. The man's punishment, his end, his Omega.
Umbra's form shivered and flickered in concentration. It blurred at the edges.
50 years; 'My son Thanatos, sends a warning.' Nyx said, 'Your mother will die in 8 earth-hours.'…He watched the funeral from the branches of a tree. They did not notice him as his old friends paid respects. All but Artemis. She looked straight at him and he knew she saw the dark, cloaked figure in shadows. She smiled, but looked away.
150 years; the Army of Chaos sent 10 to capture him. Killed 3, injured 6, gave 1 his message. Don't mess with me.
In a flash of light the Olympians left the throne room, appearing near the fallen demigod. "Stay back" Sol-leks barked as he shifted to human form, "Wait."
250 years; Nyx gave him the quest for The Reaper. Eden was sorrowful. He wondered if Earth ever fell, if Gaia were killed, would it look like this?
320 years; Chaos' Army tries to recruit him. He will not be bound by laws. He denies.
360 years; Again.
390 years; And again.
402 years; They give him an offer he can't refuse. No horses head, but freedom and Umbra's recruitment directly to 'The Alpha'. He accepts.
438 years; It's strange to be in Elysium once more, and still not dead. 'So Castellan, how about that second chance?' he asks.
465 years; 'Really, I don't see why you don't move in. It'll save me some trouble.' The newly instated Commander smirked. 'Very forward of you mate, I've haven't even had a date yet.' He snorts in amusement, who could have guessed they'd ever be like this? 'Shut up you bastard'…
Umbra staggered back, and the thoughts stopped suddenly. The mortal's looked up dazedly in confusion. Percy stopped breathing, and his old friends-that had just arrived-looked horrified.
Aruval explained, as Luke started to pull Omega's armour away from the sword wound with deft slashes of his knife. "They can't get the blade out any other way"
Umbra began to chant in an ancient language so old it seemed familiar but rough and harsh as though it was evolved differently. His words spoke into the nearest people's minds and they watched, frozen in horror and fear.
"Apollo, heal his wing!" Luke snapped, as he finished pulling the clothes off Percy's torso. The god of medicine responded without question and started his own quiet chant, closing the wound, and slowly healing the bone and muscle. Umbra's form shivered once more and he became nothing more that a floating black orb, pulsing with raw energy as his chant continued.
The commander pulled out a hip flask half full with vodka, and unscrewed the clasp. "Nectar? And Poseidon get over here" A flask was passed and he mixed the godly drink with the alcohol.
"Coldest cleanest saltwater you can get, fill ¾, then give it to Chronus" he said distractedly passing the flask to the god of the seas. He pulled a short sharp knife from Omega's cloak and cut part of the skin surrounding the wound to open it more. All but the Alpha were shocked, since when was Luke a healer?
Chronus took the flask and slashing open his wrist, filled it to the brim with bronze Primordial ichor. He passed the flask to Luke, who mixed the substances, before standing it at the side. "Ready Umbra?" The shade pulsed slightly, but apparently this was reply enough. "Apollo, pin down his other shoulder in case he wakes up."
The son of Hermes grabbed the biggest splinter of the blade, and as Umbra's chanting speed up and became louder, he pulled it slowly from the wound. When the tip slid out blood gushed from the wound but the commander continued, removing all of the pieces as his hands got increasingly bloody. When the last of the blade was gone, Umbra started to hum loudly in a melodic tune. Luke poured the mixture into the wound. It glowed slightly bronze as he cleared the blood away and the torn flesh became visible.
Pressing down hard with his hands Luke muttered a constant mantra, "Don't you dare die on me you bloody prick! You fucking bastard why do you have to be such an idiotic selfish wanker? Don't you fucking dare die…" with increasing venom his choice words and insults became wide and varied. The flesh writhed under his palms as Umbra's power drew it together- muscles knitting, sinews reconnecting, tendons pulling taught. The energy it took was drawn from those nearest; Umbra's dark orb faded lighter, sweat dripped down Luke's brow, Apollo's own glowing aura dimmed. The Immortal heroes fell to their knees and even the Olympians looked weakened; but finally the wound healed.
It still appeared fragile-a dark red scar covered the area and the skin was stretched taught as though it could burst open once more at any moment. But Umbra silenced, Luke moved his reddened hands, and everyone around watched in fear as they waited for Omega to start breathing.
AN-First cliffhanger of the story!
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