He laughed at the approaching footsteps. A sharp sword was in his opponent's hand, dripping gold with the blood of the fallen immortal. Her body lay on the pavement, brutalized and defiled in the worst way possible. He should have been weeping at the sight. He could still hear her screams as the Sun crowned fiend tore her apart with clawed hands.
His opponent stood in front of him, that vile look on his face glowering down at him. His chinless chubby and bearded face looked even funnier when illuminated by the fires burning around them. He laughed even harder when the man raised his sword to decapitate him.
"Any last words?"
"Can I have one request?" He asked.
"Sure."
"Just give me one second. I want to look at this view, burn it all into my memory. " With crushing effort, he sat up, ignoring the blood pouring from his split belly and the sickening sight of his entrails littering the cracked pavement.
Everywhere his eyes landed was covered with dark smoke rising from the burning city. His home was a mangled wreck. He was sure they would rebuild it all in a few years. They had the power to do so after all. Build a new New York, christen it as their new base and invite a whole lot of people to live there and rule in a world where no one was left to oppose them.
"Had your fill?" His opponent asked.
"Just get it over with already. The bastard has been a thorn on our side for far too long. Finish him."
He smiled at the others. He loved seeing the frustration on their faces when they saw his unwavering expression, even at his end.
"What's with the smile, boy ?"
"What can I say goddess, it's a good day to die." He answered.
"It's the end of the line for you, Percy Jackson." A figure, glowing with the aura of the sun spoke" no one is left to aid you. You've fought well, I'll be the first to acknowledge that, but the curtains are drawn. The play has come to a conclusion. Join your allies in the underworld."
The man known as Percy Jackson took in a deep breath through his nostrils, opening his eyes once more to see the sword descending towards his neck.
"Fee fi Fo fum." He whispered as it made contact with his flesh" I smell the blood of an Englishman."
His head flew off his shoulders and his blood spattered all over the road, yet the smile remained on his lips even as his body grew pale.