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Aether; Realms and Mistakes
They waited. Luke was kneeling on Omega's right, leaning forwards towards him, his eyes flicking between the assassin's pale unmoving face and his own blooded hands. Umbra hovered off the ground slightly, his white eyes filed with worry, so exhausted that he couldn't keep his form for more than a minute before it faded to the lightest transparent grey.
Apollo was crouched on the ground and had leaned back from where he was moments before, pinning the demigod's torso down. The Alpha stood silently, protectively, unconsciously forming a ring around his still form. Behind them stood the Olympians, Primordial's, Nico, Thalia, Jason, and the rest of his immortal friends, and beyond them a group of silent onlookers.
He had but taken a single breath before he pulled a dagger from his cloak underneath him and pressed it to the commander's throat. His eyes were pressed shut- as though he were blocking out a bright light- and he didn't seem fully conscious, but relief flooded the watchers.
Luke smiled weakly, "Easy there Perce" he said in a low voice, as though speaking to a scared animal, "Relax, you're alright." The assassin lowered the knife, and his eyes weakly flickered open. The sea green orbs were bloodshot, and there was a hazy look about them as though he were not entirely lucid. His gaze drifted around the group, before focusing on his roommate.
"Sorry," his voice cracked and he coughed, before continuing hoarsely, "The instinct is to attack" he swallowed, moving his head experimentally.
"That's alright; just lay still a moment." ordered the son of Hermes.
"You're lucky." said Apollo. "Your wing took the force of your landing but the bone was completely shattered. You lost a hell of a lot of blood and the muscle was ripped to shreds. I've healed it but it'll take a few days to set so it needs to be strapped up."
Nodding slightly, the assassin asked, "Anything else?" The assembled crowd looked at him in complete disbelief.
"Other than the gaping wound in your chest?" Luke asked.
Omega frowned and touched the reddened skin where moments ago his chest had been cleaved open. He glanced down his nose at it before sighing. "Well that was stupid." he muttered.
Aruval snorted. "You can say that again, it was nearly fatal." he said seriously.
Percy's gaze snapped round to Umbra, who's form was still flickering. "Really mate, don't nearly kill yourself trying to bring me back from the dead. I'm not worth that."
The shade smiled. "I'll always be loyal to you Omega. You have done much for me and my people." he replied earnestly.
The assassin smiled. "I thank you, but rest now. I promise not to die on you" he smirked.
Managing a nod in response the shade faded into nothingness as he settled into the deepest regions of his consciousness alone.
Without asking for help, Percy tucked his good wing under his still injured one and tried to sit up. Knowing there was no stopping him, Luke put his arm around his back and helped. Once he was sat up Percy was overcome with a wave on nausea, so he crossed his arms on his bent knee's and rested his head down. The Alpha eyed him warily, and Luke reached for the still half full flask. "Drink" he ordered, pushing it into the assassin's hand, who did so without question.
After finishing it he made a face and said, "Ichor? Really? I'm not a vampire mate."
"It's the only thing strong enough to work on you now mate," he smirked. "And, I've heard several rumours in Aether that you are, in fact, a vampire." His roommate looked at him disbelievingly. "Really." he added.
A son of Athena looked haughtily at them. "There's no such thing as Vampires." he said condescendingly.
Luke looked right at him, "Yes, there are. The have a whole planet full of them. And this was a private conversation." he said coldly, to which the wisdom's son blushed and looked down.
Percy seemed to notice then the large crowd grouped around him, and the fact that he was completely bare-chested, looking vulnerable. He frowned, before switching to his commanding 'Omega voice' a Zoe called it. "I'm sure watching me on my deathbed is the most interesting thing to be doing, but the shows over, I'm alive, and there's plenty more who aren't as fortunate." he scolded. "Fleetwood will lead the group the removal of all injured soldiers and the dead from the battlefield.
"The Epsilon group and the camp medics can set up a healing area outside the infirmary, Lieutenant Plebra, Commander Fletcher and Captain Yew can organise this. Our fallen will be moved directly to the arena for the final rites to be announced later in the day. I want all weapons, either enemy or our own to be taken to the forges for repair or meltdown, along with any armour or hardware.
"Finally all of the bodies of our enemies, either human or monster will moved to a separate location, and we will honour them as fallen like our own, as this war may not be by their choosing. Organise the rest of these duties yourselves." When nobody moved, he barked, "Now!" and they quickly scampered off.
He groaned and threw up bile onto the grass. "I hate being a leader." he muttered weakly, resting his head in his arms again.
Thalia, noticing a mark on his bare left shoulder blade, spoke up; "Is that…what is that?" she asked shakily, gesturing to it. The skin was deep red in colour and slightly shiny like a brand, but the centre was blackened and burned as though it had never healed. It was in the shape of a scythe and underneath, inches deep the word 'Revenge' was cut into his flesh with crude dagger work. Altogether it was about the span of a hand.
Automatically everybodies eyes zoned in on it, their reactions ranging from horror to disgust to pity and mild appreciation in the case of Ares.
"Welcome to Tartarus" Percy replied, with obvious humour. "It's not all rainbows and ponies down there. And stop frowning Luke. It's not your fault."
The commander (who was indeed frowning) opened his mouth to reply, but without looking up, the assassin added, "Stop looking guilty, it doesn't suit you."
The commander smiled affectionately at Percy whilst he couldn't see it and looked through his handheld computer for some something to splint his friends still injured wing base. He covered it carefully in black cloth, and then wrapped a very fine strip of chain mail around it. Finally he bound it tight with stiff leather strips, Percy grunted, to hold the limb steady.
Without being asked, Chronus picked up the empty flask and refilled it with bronze ichor, knowing that Omega wouldn't be able to get through a full day without a boost. As much as the assassin was hiding it both the wing and that barely healed wound were still liable to open up even now. The commander smiled in thanks as he pocketed it, before wrapping the blooded chunks of the Soul Catcher's blade and hiding them away.
"You ready mate?" he asked, nudging the still immobile demigod, who nodded weakly. "Come on, we'll get you a shower or something." Apparently the thought of water was enough to catch the son of Poseidon's attention, and leaning heavily on his friend he rose shakily. Aruval moved protectively to his other side, and The Alpha moved forwards with them and even Thalia and Nico, daring anyone to turn them away.
Percy stopped dead (figuratively) a few paces later and turned to face the Olympians, "Hang around for the burning ceremony" he ordered, heading off without living them a chance to make an excuse. The message was clear; These people died for you, if you leave you disrespect them.
Feeling much stronger after a shower, Percy walked off towards the arena. The injuries were embarrassing to say the least. It was a well known fact that over and under exaggeration were dangerous to any warrior, and so Percy tried to make realistic judgements. He knew that the Soul Catcher was the most dangerous enemy on that battlefield, he wasn't being arrogant, it was a well known fact and they were rarely ever killed for that reason.
Nevertheless, to have been injured so severely and to have had the significant moments of his life story broadcast to all conscious made him feel weak and out of his depth. Nobody had made comment about the condition Annabeth was in when she'd died, but he knew they were now aware. The pitiful stares were enough to confirm that and it made the would-be-father all the more buried in self-loathing. Pull yourself together mate he told himself firmly, Its been half a millennia, there are people in worse conditions that you.
It didn't matter either way. Now it was time to honour their fallen heroes. The arena was packed, rows of seats overflowing with soldiers, campers, hunters, legionnaires and amazons alike. If there was one major positive of this battle it was that every single one of them felt some comradeship with the others; they'd all fought and died together. The wide doors in the four corners were pulled right open and thousands were crowded outside, looking in.
In the centre was one of the saddest sights he'd seen in a long time. Rows upon rows bodies covered in burial shrouds; greens and greys and reds. Pinks and silvers and blacks. The white of the Psi interspersed with the black and red of the Beta and the gold silk of the Delta, all together, no longer sectioned by their individual groups.
They'd lost 245 of the Gamma division, and 56 mixed from the other 5 battles. From the cavalry and aerial there were another 27, and 17 had died on the beach. He gulped back tears thinking about his lost friends, people he'd trained with for years, campers who were going to go out to live long lives, people who deserved their lives, had fought to earn that right, not like the scum he killed.
He stepped forwards, limping slightly as he winced when his wing joint twisted with each step, and the crowd silenced. He walked to the first body from Chaos' Army, a Battle Mage. Closely related to the Verns, she had sparkling golden hair, with black streaks that showed she was the elite of the race- a magician of battle; fast and strong and hard to kill. Apparently not hard enough. The size of the Army was such that he didn't know every face. He felt Luke walk up beside him.
"Senkai." He said, and Percy recognised her. "She was 36. Has two daughter's in Aether's City. Recruited into the Beta 23 years ago, a hero like ever other laying here today." The commander's voice rang out in the silence.
Percy closed her eyes and found the metal amulet around her neck. It was galactic steel (a blend of star-silver, celestial bronze, imperial gold, stygian iron and many other metals,) in the shape of a triangle, a letter 'A' printed on it, with a smaller 'e' inside the upper triangle-the mark of The City Of Aether. As he pressed the cold metal to his hand it glowed sea green, and her whole body was lit up in a ethereal light.
The people watching frowned, wondering what he was doing but he simply walked to the next body.
The Alpha, with Umbra now strong enough to walk, along with the Commanders copied his movements. Each closed the eyes of their fallen, saying a few words clearly for everyone to hear, before pressing there amulets. Each glowed a different colour; gold for Zoe, purple for Umbra, red for Aruval, red-black for Luke, deep green for Tezar, and many others besides.
When all of the soldiers bodies were done, the commanders stood back leaving only Percy at the centre of the arena. The Olympians, particularly Hades, were watching curiously, wondering what happened to souls outside of the Underworlds grasp. He decided to explain. "We honour our fallen with a final gift. At death, there souls would walk from there bodies and wander the battlefield alone for the rest of time, but instead each soldiers wears an amulet." he showed his own. "The amulet traps there soul temporarily inside it, allowing them to be called before they are sent to rest in Aether's Realm of the Void."
They continued to look confused, so he decided to demonstrate. Uncapping Riptide, he touched the flat of the blade to his alternate palm and it glowed in the same sea green light. Thrusting his hand into the air, the bodies glowed shocking bright, a warm light though, not harsh like Hyperion's, and as they faded a ghostly figure stood beside each body, coloured slightly in the light of the commander that had awoken them. He smiled at them, and they came forward into the space in front of him. The Olympian's were dumbstruck, whereas their mortals were more fearful.
"We honour you in our final gift. We thank you for your sacrifice. You're names shall be written in the stars for all to see as the heroes of our age. Those who heard the call of a threatened planet and gave your lives for those you have never met because it is right, and just to help when you can. You will fade soon, unless you go home to Aether's Realm, but each of you may have a last word if you wish."
Slowly they came forward, speaking to those in the Army that they cared for, to those they had come to know on Earth, to those they had a last word to say to. The fear left the camper's when they realised how truly magical this was. Omega smiled when a Carn stepped forward and told him it had been a pleasure to know him. A Carn was a 7ft humanoid being with thick grey leathery skin like an elephants and thick tails. Many of the Gamma were made of Carn's and they habited Aether's City in vast numbers, many living their whole lives in the ranks of the Army.
The flickering sea green form of his half-brother Orion stood forwards. Percy smiled sadly; all the children of Poseidon got on well in the Army and he loved getting to know real family. Orion looked at him and said sadly, "I am happy that I met you, it's been an honour to fight at your side." he turned to Captain Theseus and smirked, simply remarking, "I knew you'd outlive me."
Theseus replied with, "Everybody knows archers are weak ones." which Percy figures was his version of 'I love you'.
As though he couldn't decide whether to or not, the archer turned to Artemis. Smiling slightly he said, "I truly am sorry my goddess. I could never do enough good to redeem what I did to you, to all those others, and I don't expect forgiveness. But please, try to remember me as the man who tried earn your respect back, try to remember me as this and not as the monster I was." he turned away without waiting for a reply and walked back to the glowing group of spirits.
"Everybody ready?" Omega asked, and the spirits nodded. "You have two week's when you get back there, to say your goodbyes, before you will become one with the nature of the City, and help it to shine as bright and as brilliant as it is today, forevermore." What he said was true; the beauty of Aether's Realm and all of the habitable regions were the heroes souls that built the place. There consciousness wasn't distinct enough to talk or think but in hard times they had been known to come together and bless the people that needed it. Real life miracles.
He cut a portal through to Aether's City and the souls left. The arena seemed dimmer without them. Using the power of Freyja the Heliosapien he clicked his fingers and the shrouds on the left of the arena, the shrouds of the army, were set alight and the final part of their fallen heroes burned to ashes. The Army all lifted their left arm into the air, fists clenched and called, "Rest in peace, our fallen. FOR CHAOS!" in salute.
Percy limped to his seat at the edge and watched as the campers gave a few words and set their friends bodies in flames. It didn't look as exciting, there were less whizzes and bangs but sometimes it was the simplest sincere goodbyes that mattered. Most of the campers left to continue the clean-up process and many of the Army joined them but around 300 people came with him to burn the bodies for their enemies.
All he said before he set the bodies alight was; "These bodies, the many thousands that died, are not our enemies. Tartarus is our enemy and the Immortals that side with him. They fought for a cause that was against ours yes, but they died. They have families and friends and people who are waiting to say goodbye but cannot. And that is why we honour them, because they fell too."
The first time Percy was truly angry since his return to Earth occurred 3 days later at lunchtime.
He was sat in the dining pavilion with the Alpha who were talking about some of the funnier situations they'd gotten into over the last few decades. His wings were folded behind his back, but still in sight because the break in his left wing had yet to set properly. It was still strapped up, but the flesh had healed fully where the bone had broken through it and the red feathers were beginning to grow back.
He was wearing a dark grey hoodie covering a white t-shirt and black jeans, but underneath all that the sword wound was finally bandage less and was well on the way to being fully healed, though the damage the Soul Blade had done to his soul would be permanent and that part of it would always be weaker.
The assassin felt his handheld computer vibrate in his pocket and frowned. He very rarely got direct calls through the machine. Taking it out he recognised the number immediately as Commander Fleetwood's brother, Wera Fleetwood, who was a mayor on the Angeli planet Yenna. He quickly answered the call and a green tinted hologram appeared to his left, at the head of the table. The Alpha stopped talking and looked up curiously, with a few demigods in the surrounding tables looking over cautiously.
"Wera?" he asked, "What is it?"
The grey-winged angelus swallowed nervously. "We've got a little bit of a situation." he said shortly. Wera was usually a cheery character and there was only one thing that made him speak so; politics. Percy inwardly sighed.
"Something major?" he asked, prying to every deity alive it wasn't. Apparently they'd either all died, hated him, or this was beyond there control.
The angelus frowned deeply. "Yes. I shouldn't really be telling you this, the populous would be outraged if they heard. Your lot aren't exactly the most liked around here at the moment; many other places also." he said frankly.
The assassin's look darkened and his voice rose slightly, becoming more forceful. "'Your lot'? What is Chaos is going on Wera, and don't give me half-answers, tell me now" he replied.
The angelus backed off slightly, but kept up his wary exterior. "The people are outraged! After everything we've done, all the lives its cost us, most of them are calling for blood Omega! And considering you're the one that fixed the deal you aren't exactly safe."
"Fixed the deal? To join the Union? What's the problem Wera tell me straight!" More people were looking over now.
"Our planet has been supplying the light materials and textiles for The City of Aether since that war we fought for him, and he's decided he want to give the work that is rightfully ours away without a second regard! To add insult to injury he and your Union insulted our race, our workmanship and our army!" the angelus replied in growing anger.
Percy held his hands up. "Alright, let me get this straight. Aether insulted you? With the Union also? When, where why? Who heard him, how legitimate are these claims?" Omega asked calmly, even though his rage was building and white hot anger was flooding his veins.
The angelus replied; "Oh they're legitimate! Announced it all to that Chaos forsaken blacksmith planet," Aruval growled, unhelpfully. "And it's not just us. They've taken the farming business for our sisters to the west and half the Unions calling for his blood with all the snide comments he's been putting about! Look, I like you Omega, which is why I'm giving you a warning. But unless you and that Army can sort this out there are plenty of people calling to join Rapacia, and frankly sir I can agree with them!"
Percy took a deep breath and counted to ten. "Okay. Thank you for telling me this. To clear things up I've not heard anything about this at all, I'm on Earth at the minute. I'm going to sort this out Wera but I need time. As much as you can get me. Just, hold the fort for an Earth-day? Try to settle what you can of the others if possible.
"In the mean time, you can tell them that I officially state that they need not worry about there economic state; I will ensure they get there business back and personally I think its an outrage this has been taken from them as well, so they will get compensation. In regards for the comments made, I can't give an official statement but mark my words I will get to the bottom of this, and I will get a formal apology if I can.
"I'm on your side Wera, remember that okay? Make sure everybody knows this. How many planets is it all together talking about leaving the Union?" he asked.
Wera nodded along to his statements, copying down the words, before adding distractedly, "All the recent ones that you swung the deals for."
"ALL 37?" Percy asked loudly, catching the attention of anyone who hadn't already been paying attention (around 4 people).
Wera nodded seriously. "Right, I'll go and spread this around. I hope for the sake of you this sorts itself out." he added sincerely, before cutting the connection. The assassin leaned back in his set cracking his back and rubbing his hands over his face.
"I bloody hate politics" he moaned. Chiron, who had walked over looked at the demigod and asked, "How bad is this?"
"Very, very, bad." Percy replied heavily. "The New Universe is set up in a careful balance between Rapacia and The Union to make sure that wars are less bloody as neither side can 'throw their weight around' so to speak, without worry of retaliation. It means that most fights don't make it to the battlefield and are won on how many planets in each alliance agree with the cause. Its more diplomatic that way. If he's upset that balance…well it's serious."
Standing, he cut straight through the air with The Reaper and called into the portal, "Aether! I want a word! Now!"
The Primordial of Light stepped through the portal, closely followed by his wife, Hemera, Of Day. Percy stood silently, waiting to see if the Ancient being even knew about the revolt he'd caused. According to his curious look, he hadn't.
"Do you have any idea what you have done Aether?" Omega asked in a deathly quiet voice. The deity's brow creased and he looked closely at the assassin.
"Really?" Percy continued, "No idea? Do you remember insulting 37 of our allied planets? Do you remember taking well earned business from the empires that have held it and done the job exceptionally cheaply for you for years and deserve some loyalty? Destroying our relations with hundreds of thousands?"
The Primordial had the sense to look wary. "Omega, I had my reasons-"
"What reasons?" he snapped, cutting in. "What reasons could you possibly have about going about this in the first place, let alone doing it the way you did?"
"I…Omega I didn't mean this to happen. I wasn't thinking and I didn't realise it had caused any harm to-"
"Any harm? You have completely obliterated all of the work I have done in the past century and before it! You've ruined the stability of the New Universe, you've made Chaos' Army the laughing stock of our world and your City along with it.
"The Union is in ruins, there are thousands out to get me because I'm the one that set them up for this, promising stability and this is what they get? Forget Tartarus, we'll be ripped to shreds by ourselves! If we survive this war we'll have another one right after it! Do you have any idea what you have done?" Omega was shuddering with barely restrained rage. His fingers rested on 'The Reapers' pommel, itching to unsheathe it and cut Aether to shreds. Harmless he mentally scoffed, How could he be so stupid?.
Aether stepped backwards, holding his hands up. "Okay. Okay, I will fix this. I will offer a formal Statement of Apology, I will ensure they all get full compensation and plead our case-"
"You will not!" It was Hemera. She was looking at her husband with outrage, and at Omega with disgust. "We are Primordial's husband." she spat. "We do not apologise like common mortals! You will do none of this, you will continue the way you want to, and you will not be lectured by this insolent boy!"
Aether looked scared. He was locked between a very scary assassin and his wife. Cleverly he chose the wife. "Hemera dear-"
She cut over him again. "I won't hear it, Aether. If you're half the man you were when I married you you'd burn this demigod to nothing for daring to talk this way."
Omega growled. "I will talk to your husband any way I chose Hemera. He has destroyed all the work Viper and I have put in stabilizing the New Universe, 100 years of peace treaties and alliances torn to shreds in a few unguarded comments and backhanded deals. He risks the lives of thousands of mortals that could die if Rapacia and The Unions silent standoff is knocked off the scales, without considering the damage if Rapacia fully gained control!"
The demigods and soldiers still seated in the pavilion were watching with fear and wonder as Percy Jackson went head-to-head with 'the Hera' of the Primordial's. Aether couldn't get a comment in either way and this argument was escalating by the minute.
Hemera looked outraged. "You will not disrespect me and my husband! You have no place standing before us mortal. Kneel as befits you. You should worship us! This is insubordination on the highest level."
"Wrong." he replied calmly. "This isn't insubordination. Militaristically I stand higher than you do, and politically we are equals just as Nyx and Chronus are. But if you want me to leave so be it."
Silence rang out through the mess hall. When Luke had made that threat it hadn't seemed so major, but the way Omega said it the demigods could tell it was a serious consideration.
Hemera looked smug. "Leave then, demigod. We do not need you. This is not your Army, it is mine, and so you leave alone." she laughed nastily but he smirked in return.
"Wrong again." Omega replied. "The Alpha are honour bound to serve me above all others. They can try to dissuade me but if I leave, they must too. You'd be losing your best leaders. Furthermore, many are loyal to me and the Alpha and may leave the Army by free choice if they so wish, to follow us. Finally, this isn't your Army. It isn't mine. It's Chaos' Army, and it doesn't matter whether they follow my word of yours, its there own choice what they fight for.
"So here's the deal Hemera. Back off, let Aether fix the mess he's put himself in, or you lose half your troops if not more. You can't win without us Hemera. Don't gamble the fate of millions on your deadly pride."
Silence echoed round the gathered. Hemera's face was easy to read; she was panicked. In a golden light, Chronus arrived, placing himself cleverly between the two.
He glanced between them, gauging their reactions no doubt. Percy tried to keep his face impassive. He didn't care whether Chronus was here, his threat still stood. Aether fixed the issue or he left. Hemera looked conflicted; half of her welcomed her father to save the day, the other half wondered who's side he'd pick and hoped it was hers.
The Time Primordial sighed; and looked at his daughter, before turning his gaze on his son. "Aether, issue the apology. We need our allies, and we'll need the Union before this fight is over. You've done a lot of damage to a great many and it's your place to fix it. Hemera…I'm removing your rights in the militaristic operations of the council."
She gave a cry of outrage but he silenced her with a cold, hard look.
"If I can't trust you daughter, not to take our power and use it wrongly I can't have you near Chaos' Army. If you want people to worship you as you just said you are not acting like a Primordial and I will not have our council tainted to look like Olympians by your petty authority complex. Get out of my sight." and with that, she was gone.
He turned back to his son. "Keep an eye on her, Aether. I want her no where near the running's of your City for as long as the Army uses it as a base, is that clear?" The Light Primordial nodded. "You will call Omega by the end of today and have some good news on this situation." Aether nodded, and left also.
Finally, Chronus turned on the assassin, meeting his dark glare unflinchingly. "You want to be careful what enemies you make Omega."
The assassin smirked. "I have far more formidable opponents that Lady Hemera." he replied dryly.
The Primordial nodded, "I'm sure you do, but the Primordial council is tense enough without this. Lady Nyx was halfway from ripping off her head."
"I was halfway from ripping off her head." he replied coolly. "Keep your daughter in check, Chronus, next time, I won't warn you. I'll just leave." He turned to Luke, giving him the black sword and sheath from his belt. "Don't follow me." he turned away. "That's an order!" he added, before he was gone in a swirl of his dagger.
The commander frowned, before passing the sheath to Aruval and saying quite clearly; "I officially, voluntarily, leave The Alpha squad, and Chaos' Army" he drew is sword in the stunned silence and teleported out. The amassed crowd looked blindly at each other, and then in shock as the Primordial of Time burst into laughter.
"He knows Omega will give him back his titles and place. It's the only way to get out of the order." he explained, still laughing manically.
AN-Chapter 9 down!
Okay, so as stated, not entirely happy with this but wanted to post it so you guys could have a look. Please give me some ConCrit, Flames, whatever really!
It is quite a boring chapter...but the action will be back soon I pwomise!
Okay, Mini-Question; First person to tell me why in chapter 7 when Nyx asks Omega why he chose shades wings, he replies with 'Sentimental Value' gets brownie points, which can be redeemed for an extra long chapter, or an SYOC in the Army (though they wont be mentioned massively). Bonus points for if you can tell me why he chose Angelus wings in Chp8.
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