Chapter 8: Zeus throws a Temper Tantrum
The Primarchs were stunned, something completely foreign to Terra was occurring. This event had not happened upon this most sacred world since even before the Age of Strife… It was raining in Manhattan. Percy was anxious to get moving, desperately awaiting Annabeth's return. He wasn't sure how long he could put up Grover's continued gnawing on tin cans, or the Primarchs' fascination with "ancient technology".
Annabeth managed to secure them bus tickets. As they piled on to the Greyhound, the Primarchs got several strange looks. They were so large, a single one of them took up a row of seats.
The bus ride was uneventful, until 3 old ladies boarded. Percy would never forget her face, Mrs. Dodds, his old math teacher, and one of Hades's Furies. Magnus seemed to notice that something was wrong with the trio.
"Di Immortals, all three Kindly Ones." Grover muttered.
"Percy, who are those women?" Magnus asked.
"Well one of them was my math teacher. But she turned out to be one of the Furies." Percy answered.
Magnus was puzzled, "The Furies?" he asked.
"Hades's Torturers, there are only 3 of them, and it appears that all of them just boarded this bus. I guess it's our lucky day." Annabeth explained. She looked around for any exits. Then, the bus was plunged into darkness as it entered Lincoln Tunnel.
Ms. Dodds rose from her seat, "I need to use the restroom!" she exclaimed.
"So do I!" said the second one.
"So do I!" said the third.
The three slowly began to make their way down the aisle, checking every seat. "Percy quick take my hat." Annabeth whispered.
"What, I'm not leaving you here!" Percy responded.
"You're a child of one of the Big Three, there's a chance they won't notice me or Grover over your smell." Annabeth said.
She was right, Percy thought to himself. He reluctantly accepted the cap and began to make his way towards the front of the bus.
"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom!" Ms. Dodds shouted. Sanguinius had risen from his seat and was now blocking the aisle.
"Why are you here daemon?" Sanguinius asked, disgust evident in his voice.
Ms. Dodds looked surprised for a moment, "Who are you!" she asked in a low growl. "You are not a Demigod! Where is the Son of the Sea God?!" Ms. Dodds began to morph into her true form.
Sanguinius answered in kind, turning his watch clockwise. A golden light filled the bus as the Angel of Baal assumed his true form. "I am Sanguinius the Blood Angel! The child you seek is not here!" the bus exited the tunnel as Sanguinius grabbed Ms. Dodds and burst through the roof of the bus, taking her high into the sky.
Percy had barely made his way down the bus, but he was behind the remaining furies. So, took the opportunity to surprise them while they were stunned. He uncapped Riptide and slashed one of the Furies before she could recover from the shock. However, the final one somehow managed to knock him to the floor, causing the cap to fly off his head. As the final Fury transformed, she unleashed a whip of fire towards Percy. Before it could strike, the whip was intercepted by Vulkan.
"Wha- HOW!" The Fury shouted, before Annabeth jumped onto the Fury and plunged her dagger into the beast.
Sanguinius did not know what to expect from this "Fury". He was not expecting a foe as powerful as Ka'Bandah, a power he hoped never to face again, but he was expecting more than… this. Compared to him this creature was pathetic, to the average human her appearance alone would be terrifying, but Sanguinius had seen the horrors of the Heresy, so remained undaunted.
"How!? What are you!?" The creature repeated, "You're not a god, nor a demigod! How can you do this!" She tried so struggle against the Angel's grip to no avail.
"I am the Primarch Sanguinius of the Blood! Primarch of the Blood Angels, Guardian of Baal, and son of the Emperor! Sanguinius exclaimed as he plunged his sword into the creature. "Tell your master we come for the bolt."
Sanguinius looked upon Terra from this height. The city had its own unique beauty. Then again anything looked beautiful compared to the hive cities that dotted the surface of Holy Terra. The fast seas of green, the likes of which was only seen on the rare garden world, along with the seemingly endless ocean made Sanguinius feel a twinge of sadness. A shame what this beautiful world would become.
Sanguinius felt a familiar shock as a bolt of lightning lit up the sky and struck the Angel. For but an instant, Sanguinius felt terror. An image flashed in his mind, Sanguinius aboard the Vengeful Spirit facing the creature he once called brother. His lightning claw impaling the Angel of Baal, draining the life from the once mighty warrior.
Sanguinius looked too the sky as the rain feel harder. The Lord of the Sky was expressing his rage through the rain, as if Sanguinius's continued flight was an insult. Sanguinius, as much as he enjoyed the thought of enraging Zeus, thought it wise to descend.
"We need to leave, now." Annabeth said urgently.
"No." Rogal said "We wait for Sanguinius."
"Listen, we have to move now, we don't know what the mortals saw but chances are it wasn't pretty." The group stood on the side of the road. After dealing with the remaining Furies the bus pulled over and the passengers ran out. They were looking at Percy and Annabeth like they had just murdered someone, which odds are, is exactly what they saw.
"I am dealing with that" Magnus said one hand extended towards the crowd, "I am changing their memories of the event. To them, the bus simply crashed, and the Furies, nor Sanguinius, were ever here." Magnus's spell seemed to be working, as the suspicious looks from the passengers subsided.
"You can do that?" Percy asked.
"The warp is a powerful force Percy Jackson." Magnus answered
"I cannot believe you still make use of that foul sorcery!" Rogal exclaimed with anger, "We told you what it did to father, to the Imperium!"
"I understand your misgivings Rogal, but the warp is different in this time." Magnus began, "Human psykers have yet to emerge. The Eldar still rule the galaxy, therefore the birth of Slaanesh has yet to happen."
"Slaanesh?" Annabeth asked.
The Primarchs looked at her, a somber look on each of their faces, "The Galaxy holds many secrets awaiting discovery, but there are somethings that you are better off not knowing Annabeth Chase." Magnus said. Annabeth swore there was regret in his voice.
AN: A little taste of the Primarchs in action. We'll see more of it next time, I promise. Too all my reviewers, especially those who told me to write longer chapters (I'm trying I swear), thank you for your feedback. And a message to one of my other reviewers, Angron would break this story so unfortunately I don't plan on including him. But if it gives you any hope, I have about as much of a plan for this story as Rogal Dorn did when he attacked Perturabo's "NEWEST DAEMONIC FORTRESS OF PERPETUAL PAAAAAIN (EVEN I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET INSIDE THIS ONE)!" Once again, thank you so much for reading!