A/N: Hey peeps ya boy CG back again with another double chapter update! (excited applause) Thank you Thank you! Just felt that Ch.16 by it self was a bit short and kind of ends on a cliffie so because of that I decided to be nice and give you guys some reprieve. Anywho with that outta the way pre-pear (teehee) for the next Chapters of Once Awake!
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Chapter 16: Shift
It was in fact a short but still awkward walk as they came upon a grated entrance which swung open for them as they approached. They entered into a coliseum type arena, which was unfortunately in use. They watched horrified as a centaur was sent flying, landing awkwardly on his flank with one leg twisted at a grotesque angle. His cries of pain were ignored as the giant he was facing stepped up to him and the cheering crowds quieted. All head turned to the main box that held another giant in a loin cloth and Luke Castellan. It was Percy's turn to growl as the giant smirked and gave a thumbs down. The other challengers gave a vicious smile while the crowd roared. The poor centaur was busily trying to crawl away. He didn't make it far as his opponent brought his foot down at speed. There was a sickening crunch and the centaur faded to dust. The crowd roared as the winning contestant was led out.
The giant in the stands laughed heartily. "Thank you Castellan for bringing such great entertainment to my arena!"
Luke gave him a tight smile, "Perhaps you now allow us passage through your arena? Lord Kronos would most definitely reward you heavily."
He looked thoughtful before shaking his head, "Perhaps, but first I want a proper show. One that will make the dead themselves cheer!"
Luke scowled while the arena exploded into yells. The questers took in why. All around the walls of the battle field were skulls. All kinds and hundreds of them, stacked and layered on top of each other. It was sickening.
"Ah yes, well if it isn't my little brother." Percy sent a glare that would have turned Medusa to stone his way. He simply smiled.
"I have no idea what you're on about, but I am no brother to you by neither blood nor choice." The dead seriousness of Percy's made Antaeus's smile falter before it came back full force.
"Of course we are brothers! I am Antaeus! Son of Gaia and Poseidon! Lord of the Arena!" The spectators roared their approval as Cheshire appeared next to Luke, smiling his signature smile at the group.
The growl that tore its way from Noir's throat at his appearance shook the questers' ribs in their chest. Unfortunately the guard they were with was also close and shivered at the power tingling about his prisoner. He wisely took a step back while Antaeus took the spot light.
"Leave my brother but cage the others." Percy's hand flew to Riptide before they were surrounded by dracanae soldiers all wielding spears. The other questers were led towards a gilded bronze cage except for Noir who glared defiantly until a dracanae put the spear point to Rachel's throat and he entered the cage after. One dracanae had the wise idea to prod him forward and he whipped around and bent the spear point to face her.
"One misstep." His voice silenced everything, "Just one. And I will bend you till you break." For emphasis a jolt of power shot through the bronze spear reducing it to flakes and splinters as the energy eroded it. Needless to say Cheshire's smirk waned and the rest of the guards backed up.
Cheshire scowled before he spoke, which still wasn't pleasant regardless of him now speaking English. His voice was rough and throaty and his accent warbled the words.
"Do not indulge the puppy. He cannot act unless the balance shifts."
Most looked relieved at the prospect but the way Noir's hands burst into flames didn't exactly put them at ease. He calmed himself and sat back, still glowering something ferocious at a wall. It started to legitimately bubble and steam beneath his gaze causing some shudders before they shifted back to Antaeus.
"Regardless, we still have a show to put on! Send in the next challenger!" The demi-god with the eye patch stepped out from beside Percy and approached the other end of the Arena.
"For out next fight, Ethan Nakamura versus the great Perseus Jackson."
"It's Percy you lunk head…" he muttered as Riptide sprung to life in his hands.
He turned his attention to the now named Ethan, "You don't have to do this."
He didn't hesitate, "Oh but I do." And charged. Percy growled and met his over hand strike with a horizontal swipe. Their blades met in clash of sparks. Percy spun away and landed a solid shot to Ethan's ribs with the flat of his blade. Ethan hissed and jumped back before jabbing at him and whirling for slash at Percy's legs. Percy jumped backwards and rolled beneath another horizontal blow. He lashed out with a kick that caught Ethan in the same place the flat of his blade had met. He came to a stand as Ethan held his ribs.
"Stop this while you can Ethan. I don't want to hurt you." Ethan growled in response a picked up the pace. His blows started coming faster and more desperately as his irritation made his form sloppy. Percy found an opening as he over extended, slapping Ethan's blade into the ground, and spinning before ramming Riptide's pommel into his temple as he fell forwards off balance.
Ethan's eye rolled up in his head and he collapsed while Percy pointed Riptide at Antaeus.
"Enough games. Get down and face me yourself. I win, you let us go. You win, do whatever you want with us. Or are you a coward?"
Antaeus looked pissed before he smiled unnervingly. He jumped over the wall and into the Arena as the crowd roared in anticipation. Percy took a stance while Antaeus simply strolled about smirking like he owned the place. Percy took a second to face palm at his thoughts before he dashed in while his opponent was distracted. Antaeus still towered over him at a good 15 feet but Percy used it to his advantage as he slid between his legs and swiped at his calf. Antaeus roared in pain as sand started to pour form the wound.
It didn't last long as the same sand crawled up his leg and resealed the gash. Antaeus began laughing.
"This is the power of the favored son of Gaea! As long as I hold her in my heart I am immortal on the Earth! How she will enjoy me adding you to the tribute!"
At Percy's confused look he gestured to the skulls around the arena. "This is my offering to my parents, hundreds of souls will earn you quite a bit of power." Percy scowled when he got over his disgust. He couldn't imagine Poseidon ever wanting anything like this. He mustered up his fiercest glare and sent it Antaeus's way. Percy was going to wipe that smirk off his face, immortality be damned.
Percy took off at a dead sprint towards Antaeus hoping he could possibly knock him out. He let Tyson's shield expand on the fly and jumped over Antaeus's swing. He slid again but this shifted his weight forward and jumped with all his might. He led with his shoulder before twisting with his body. He let the force wind up and with impeccable timing, he gave Antaeus the back hand of the century. The shield connected with a resounding bang that sent the giant sprawling.
Percy had a second to smile before Antaeus was back on his feet, an angry sneer on his face.
'So much for knocking him out.'
He backed up a step as a spear shot out of the ground into Antaeus's hand. He frowned and charged anyway. He intended to get within his range and make the spear useless while harassing him as much as possible. Hopefully an idea would hit him as he ran. He ducked, dodged, and deflected. Rolled, parried, reposted, and used every veritable skill in his repertoire. He was getting frustrated when Antaeus's words hit him like a freight train. He froze and was backhanded back a couple meters but that was perfect. He looked up to the ceiling and grinned.
Percy charged Antaeus as he brought his spear down in an overhead swing. Stepping back Percy let the point smash into the ground at his feet before running up the shaft towards Antaeus's head. Doing precisely what Percy hoped for, Antaeus tried to throw Percy off. Using the upwards momentum He shot to the ceiling and grabbed onto one of the chains hanging from the roof of the arena. He placed his foot in a hook and stood up straight.
"Look at you Antaeus! You've barely landed a hit and form up here you look twice as dumb for all that mass. I mean seriously. You have what? 10 feet on me and you still can't kill me? Lord of the Arena? Please! You call this a fight when I'm the only who's doing any work! Gods now wonder you don't have a lady on your arm! Not willing to put in any effort."
He tsked as Antaeus roared in outrage and took the bait, lunging for the lowest hanging chain he could find. As he climbed Percy hopped around. Antaeus was too intent on climbing to rip his head off to notice him swinging back behind him. Percy used Riptide to cut through some of the anchoring before lashing the chains out at Antaeus. He flailed and slipped but stopped short when a hook snagged his loin cloth. Percy didn't let up and continued to throw chains his way further tangling the giant. He even went as far as to swing from one to another before tangling them together. By the end, Antaeus was practically gift wrapped and the crowd was panicking.
Percy brought Riptide up as he stood on Antaeus's back and let it fall.
Luke P.O.V
As I watched Percy's sword rise I knew it was over. But Antaeus had to win! We needed passage and even with the string it would be useless without this shortcut. It would buy more time for the Camp if we went around and doing so could very well be our downfall. Not to mention killing off the prophecy child would be a big bonus.
I slapped the lumberjack on the shoulder, "DO SOMETHING!"
He looked panicked before resolved. He lashed out a hand as Riptide fell.
We both watched as the crescent of energy streaked towards Percy before the lumberjack paled and made a grab and pull motion.
It was too late. The energy blade redirected itself but into the chains that were holding Antaeus. They shuddered and snapped as the energy collided with them, leaving the competitors weightless before gravity snatched at them both. I was wondering why Mr. Lumberjack was pale before Platinum chains bound him on the spot.
Everyone P.O.V
The cage holding the rest of the questers was melting as platinum flames slowly ate away at the bars. Noir stood tall and proud, eyes ablaze with untold power.
"The Set course has been altered. As the abider of the contract I request my right to action."
Three woman appeared in white robes, each wielding a sceptre of a sun. One ablaze, One eclipsed, and One burnt out. The Fates spoke in unison, "The scales have been shifted. The balance has been thrown. As the abider of the contract we grant your request. Free reign till balance is restored, now it's their funeral to be mourned."
They vanished as Noir's flames started inching up his legs and arms.
"Now, it's my turn."
With a smile that could kill. He vanished in a blur.
A/N: See? Coulda left you hanging right there ^^^ See how I tossed in another chapter so you wouldn't have to wait? I think that deserves a review. Well you should review anyway but still. No cliffy should make you happy.
Chapter 17: Break
Noir reappeared just as Antaeus swung at Percy with his spear. He caught the blade and crushed it in his left hand while his other lashed out like a viper. His body followed as he delivered an earth rending uppercut, launching them into the air. Everyone watched in awed silence as he used his outstretched limb to spin and ram a kick into Anateus's ribs. It connected with an atrocious crack and sent Antaeus flying into the box he had been overseeing matches from. Noir touched down before vanishing again, reappearing midair in a vertical split, with his forehead touching his knee.
He let loose an axe kick that blazed a scything crescent of platinum which shot down into the stands vaporizing monsters and severing Antaeus's right arm. Using the momentum he had still had form the axe kick, he ducked and spun; sweeping Luke off his feet after passing beneath his sword. Luke and Noir spun in tandem before Noir stood abruptly and the heel that had tripped Luke smashed into his ribs, sending him flying to the opposite end of the arena. He landed with atrocious crash that left him gasping for air but still alive.
Noir didn't really bother to admire his handiwork since he was already upon Antaeus. He seized the hand he hadn't severed and shoulder tossed him towards the center of the arena again. He took off after him, shattering the stands further as he ground to a halt just ahead of Antaeus. He was crouched low, one leg bent at the knee the other straight out behind him. His hands were clasped together at the other knee, and when Antaues got within range they caught with platinum flames and rose in a blur. The double handed blow caught Antaeus in the jaw with the force of a 1,000 pound JDAM.
Antaeus was crushed into the ceiling where he was previously hung, imprinting into the stone above. Noir wasn't done it seems as he reached out a splayed hand and made a grasping motion before pulling it back. Platinum and Obsidian swirled spikes shot though his shoulders, hands, knees, and feet. Antaeus roared in further pain as he was detached from the ceiling and strung up once again when the spike tips shattered into hook heads. Platinum chains held strong as he struggled and swore away.
He quickly went quiet when he saw Noir's hands ablaze. The flames were slowly piecing together the most gorgeous gauntlets anyone had ever seen. The fingers were elongated and sharp as a nightmare, the plates were overlapping looking like the petals of flowers each inscribed with a set of black runes that formed a border for each silver petal. Finally in the center of each, acting as a housing for the tip of the previous petal, was a gemstone. Each was a brilliant Turquoise and followed the shape of the petal, and glowed with power.
The formation stopped at Noir's elbows and he held his hands outstretched at his sides while Antaeus was trying to bargain for his life. Promising power and as many "pleasure slaves" as he could manage. It only succeeded in making the sneer on his face turn to a snarl. With a roar that shook the very souls of those still present Noir exploded upwards in a black and silver blur, burying both gauntlets in Antaeus's stomach palms facing outwards.
"May you rot before you return for were it not for the fact that it is not your time I would Fade you."
With those parting words, Noir roared again and slowly, painfully tore Antaues in half; the giant himself screaming the whole way as bones, skin, and muscle was forcefully ripped apart. It finally ended when the Noir landed and the freshly bisected pieces of Antaeus melted to dust, pain till clearly etched into each half of his face. The chains rattled and clattered, a haunting melody as Noir's ears elongated. He sent an echoing howl to the ceiling, and with another spine rattling ripping sound his arms split into four.
He was down on all sixes now, four gauntlets dripping power, and ten tails whipping angrily as he turned to a panicking Cheshire. His grin split his face, literally. The smile drew all the way back to the hinge that connects his jaw to his head, and with two layers of fangs, he lunged just as Cheshire broke free of the chains. Cheshire tried to clap his hands together for a shock wave to keep the beast back but Noir had already caught them. With another motion the 2 arms that weren't occupied rose, two blades shooting out of the front of each gauntlet. They fell just as quickly removing both of Cheshire's arms at the shoulder. Both were tossed behind him as Noir's leg rose, folded against his chest, before it snapped out. It sunk into Cheshire's gut, folding him in half around the limb, before launching him in and through the nearest wall.
Noir's smile was very pleased but still terrifying. Most of the remaining monsters had grabbed Luke and Ethan Nakamura before escaping. Percy and the questers were watching awe struck before pieces of the roof started to fall and the cavern shook. Too much structural damage. Noir looked quite miffed to not get to finish Cheshire but accepted it regardless. He huffed and shifted to wolf form, which retained both the additional limbs and elongated ears, and trotted over to the questers. Everyone quickly mounted as larger parts of the Arena started crumbling. Noir wasted no further time and took off towards the nearest exit and kept running as the tunnel started to collapse around them.
"Hang a left! There!"
Noir took the left Rachel pointed out and ran harder as the tunnel started to widen and the cracks started to slow. He skidded to a stop just outside of the white smoke cloud that had followed them in.
"We're almost there. It shouldn't be too much further." They looked about and realized they were in a pretty choice location for a rest and Noir must have been thinking the same thing.
"A'ight people. We have time to kill. I'm hungry as hell and there are no 7/11's down here to grab a snack. So off ya go and Imma make food."
They all slid off while Noir shifted, simply clapped his hands together, and summoned up a picnic spread. Peanut butter and Jelly stacked high for Tyson, Enchiladas for Grover, an organic avocado and black pepper sandwich for Rachel, a chicken salad sandwich for Percy, and chicken parmesan for Annabeth. He didn't stop there and whipped up a meat lover's pizza, pork paella, and a pot of gumbo. The questers attacked with gusto while Noir threw in some punch, lemonade, and blue cherry coke to garnish.
It was absolute bliss after the hell and a half they had to experience. No doubts it would've been worse if Noir hadn't helped. The amount of thankful they had to be to the wolf was unbelievable. They all turned to Noir who was inspecting his 4 gloved hands with amusement. He was leaning back on 2, while one was on a bent knee, and the last held a slice of pizza. The face splitting jaw scheme was gone along with the spare set of teeth, though his canines were still pretty terrifying. Once everyone was done eating they were kinda staring at Noir awkwardly. He finally payed them mind after dusting his hands.
"Don't give me that look. He was a dick and deserved it. You expect me to be this powerful and not the see face and story of every single one of the lives lost in that place? Bullshit."
His tone was the darkest any of them had ever heard from the normally sarcastic and bright wolf. Most shuddered at the way his voice dropped and lowered their eyes. His sigh was remorseful.
"Still, you have my apologies. Rage isn't typically something I let control me but…" he trailed off. Suddenly they were back in the arena. Watching. Demi-gods and heroes being torn apart. Limbs torn form bodies. Heads rolled. Ribs shattered. The horrid darkness and ragged last breaths of their predecessors. Screams of horror, terror, and pain.
All of them. Every last life, every last skull, yelling its story across the ages directly into their ears.
"ENOUGH!" Rachel roared.
The visions cut off abruptly. All eyes were swapping between Rachel staring heartbrokenly at Noir. Tears streaming down her face. Noir's expression was stoic but his eyes betrayed him. For the first time they recognized the ancient sadness that dwelled within him alongside the positivity he lived. They could see the war between the 2 sides raging within him. The display was lost as something closed down on it as he broke eye contact.
"Sorry." Was all he said. He shifted again and padded off towards the wall. He walked right up it, curled up in a giant ball of black on the ceiling, and went to sleep. The images were haunting as Rachel sat down with her head between her knees. Annabeth walked off murmuring about getting wood for a fire while Tyson and Grover joined Noir in the world of Morpheus.
"Is this what it's always like? The life of a Demi-god I mean."
Percy looked up but Rachel still had her head buried in her knees.
"I just- I couldn't believe it. I saw you standing over Antaeus ready to finish that fight after almost getting crushed and skewered and broken. Then suddenly you were about to die all over again." Her voice cracked ever so slightly.
"Don't feel too bad. I'm about to die most of the time anyway!" he got a strangled cough/laugh from her. "But we get used to it I supposed. My mother named me after Perseus hoping I would share the same happy ending he got but it's still a long path. Feels like only yesterday I was fighting the Minotaur and then running off to the underworld to save my mother. We still fight on for the sake of the good of the world. Regardless get some sleep. I'll take first watch."
"Don't bother. You're about to collapse too no matter what you say. That fall with Antaeus took more out of you than you're admitting. Both of you need rest. I'll get Annabeth to join you as well when she gets back. Now rest."
The word swayed them, the influence it had reflected on the force it was delivered with. More than soon enough they both were on the ground sleeping peacefully.
-Line Break-
When they were awoken by Noir, he was back to his normal-ish form. He kept the extra hands after punning that they would, "Come in handy!" they were now walking down the only exit they had. It was long and annoying but it was still the right way. They stopped when they came to a room with three different tunnel entrances. Tyson, Rachel, and Noir froze. Each in front of a different tunnel.
"This one." "This one." "Not this one."
All three voices overlapped and they shared a look.
"There's something down this tunnel. Something we need for the battle. Something that was supposed to have been with you for the battle before I arrived. It would have originally tipped the scales but now it will help us without shifting the balance."
Tyson was looking straight ahead. It smells like oil and fire this way. Like the forges at Camp."
The workshop. Had to be. Everyone looked at Rachel who was pale as could be.
"Not this way. There's something…Ancient. Powerful. Evil." Noir sniffed at the tunnel and wrinkled his nose.
"Lizard. Big one at that. And Eucalyptus." Percy paled as well
"The Garden of the Hesperides." Annabeth nodded in agreement. Noir squinted in the direction but said nothing.
"I have to go down there. It must be Luke's entrance from Mount Orthyrs."
Annabeth shook her head vehemently, "You can't go alone."
"She's right. It might not be a good idea."
Percy didn't back down. "I need to go. Maybe find out when they plan to attack. Cause some havoc. Something!"
Noir sighed knowing they weren't going to win this argument. Annabeth on the other hand glared something ferocious and handed him her cap.
"At least take this. It'll help keep you hidden."
He took it and slid it on his head, vanishing into thin air, "I'll be back soon. Worst case I meet you back here and then we hall ass to the workshop."
Everyone nodded, even though Rachel looked a little scared. Noir on the other hand was squinting down the passage way.
"I'll be back." No one could say anything about it as he took off fast enough for the wind pressure to snatch at their clothes. Annabeth simply sighed as both of their main powerhouses took off at warp speed.
"Boys." She muttered to Rachel. She got no response. She turned. Rachel was gone too.
'Gods damn it'
-LINE BREAK!-
Noir wasted no time whatsoever. He roared down the tunnel at a ridiculous pace. He stopped at a boulder that was wedged in the entrance to…someplace. He didn't know what but there was a pull in his gut coming from the other side. He felt something creeping up behind him and whirled. His hand(s) lashed out, splitting the massive viper that was trying to devour him in half. He winced briefly as he thought of Cosmos but dismissed it just as fast. He had other things to attend to. He turned back to the boulder and placed his hands on it.
His fingers from all hands were splayed outwards. He pressed in and clenched each hand into a fist, crushing the entire rock into powder. He nodded at his handiwork and stepped through the opening. He was in a cell. He frowned at the bars. With a quick motion he cut a square free from the bars, catching it, and setting the cut out quietly on the ground. The tug in his gut intensified as he heard sobbing and a language he had hoped he would never have to encounter again. Using his gauntlets would consume too much power, so he settled for four bronze Claymores. Something just completely right about a Celtic Broadsword.
He stepped out into a cell block and followed the speech and crying. He approached quietly and saw precisely what he was expecting. Kampê stood guarding what had to be the last Hecatonchires. Noir growled low in his throat. He recognized Briares on the spot and readied his claymores. He stalked forwards ready to reduce Kampê to a fine paste (One that would likely go well with chips) before his instincts roared in his head.
He couldn't kill her. Yet at least. Thankfully that didn't stop him from swatting her with four heavy, five foot bronze blades.
While Kampê was learning to fly without using her wings, Noir had already set to work on Briares's cage. He planted his claymores in the ground and grabbed the cage. He shot a wink at a teary eyed Briares before he ripped the bars and their concrete frame clear out of the wall and hurled it a Kampê who was struggling to her feet. She crumpled once again, this time beneath concrete and steel, while Noir hauled his old friend out of the hole he had to call a prison.
Noir didn't have time to back up before Briares's hundred hands all swarmed him trying to hug every bit of him. He laughed heartily when Briares put him down, smiling happily.
"Briares my friend! How long has it been? Centuries? Millennia? Somewhere around there right?"
Briares nodded excitedly, "Very long Archon of the Alchemists!" Noir actually winced, 'I have way too many aliases' he thought to himself.
"I apologize friend. We do not have enough time for a tear filled reunion." The point was further emphasized as Kampê burst from beneath the rubble she had been buried under. She screeched horridly and spread her dragon wings to full width. Noir swung his head and roared a challenge in response, cracking the walls and floors around him. Briares was simply trembling in fear of his jailor.
"Go Briares. It is time for you to fight! There is no room for cowardice in the future child. Reclaim your strength and meet me at Long Island Sound. I have sent word to Poseidon to give you sanctuary in the mean time."
Briares scowled slightly, "How can you be sure-"
"He will or he will lose something he won't be able to re-attach easily."
Briares paled at the thought of his old mentors punishments and nodded quickly. He barreled for the nearest exit while Kampê screeched in outrage. Her attempt to give chase was cut short as two bronze claymores slammed down in front of her, drawing an X across her path. By the time she moved to head around them, Briares was already out of sight and Noir was two handing the remaining broadswords in between her and the door. The heat of Noir's glare could've melted Pluto in seconds from light years away. She flinched but didn't back down.
The feral face splitting grin that followed made her thoroughly regret that decision.
-P.O.V Switch-
Percy P.O.V
I ran quickly towards the end of the tunnel, only slowing down when the scent of the sea and eucalyptus started to become more prominent. I arrived on Mount Tam, 20 yards from a reforming Mount Orthyrs.
"Fool! Didn't you hear me the first time! One cut will sever your soul from your body!"
"I don't think you were talking to me then. Either that or I wasn't there."
"You weren't at the volcano?"
"Wait. There was a volcano?"
"Nevermind…"
I watched as Ethan Nakamura and the Telekhine banter back and forth about the presentation of the scythe to their Lord. Something about Ethan being the last piece they needed for the plan. It clicked. Kronos must have a body formed already.
I gave them a wide birth and sprinted past them, taking the steps to the palace two at a time while Atlas grumbled and groaned beneath his burden of the sky. The doors were open and there were no guards to be seen anywhere. Ignoring it I dashed as quietly as possible up to the sarcophagus. It was as obscurely hug as I remember it. 8 feet tall, much too large for a regular person. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind as I heaved the cover off, letting it fall with a great whoosh!
What I saw inside made my skin crawl and my heart stop. Luke was lying there. Eyes closed and finger interlocked over his stomach. The only thing out of place was the massive hole in his chest, right where his heart should've been. I was too shocked to move and by the time I gathered my wits I heard voices. Invisible or not I hid behind the nearest pillar I could find, just in time to see the procession I had passed amble in.
"We must be- Look! He must be awake!"
The Telekhine dropped to his knees instantly, groveling about his unworthiness while presenting the scythe. Ethan kind of coughed awkwardly when Luke/Kronos didn't even twitch.
"He must be close to waking then…Demi-god! Pledge you allegiance to our Lord that he may rise and smite our opposition."
Without thinking I stepped forward in protest. "Ethan don't! Kronos will not bring recognition or benefits to anyone. He cannot build an empire! All he can do is destroy!"
Ethan sneered, "And what exactly do I owe the gods? What have they done for us when we die constantly for their 'immaculate rule'. What have they done for their children besides abandon them to the cruelty of relatives and death by literal hounds of hell? Nothing! They have done nothing for us just as I will do nothing for them! I renounce the gods and pledge my loyalty to Kronos! May Olympus burn something spectacular!"
I watched in horror as a small blue wisp rose from Ethan's feet and flew into Luke's chest; filling the hole and completing the picture like some sick jigsaw. As if it couldn't get any worse the eyes that gazed upon the room weren't Luke's. They were a hard gold that glowed with harsh light as they surveyed the occupants.
A twisted smile carved its way across Kronos's face as he hopped right out of the coffin. He flexed his finger smiling before he outstretched his hand and the scythe flew into it.
His harsh voice would haunt my dreams for years to come.
"Perseus Jackson. We meet at last."
A/N: Yeah I lied sue me have a cliff hanger. Maybe not the best but still whateva! Thanks for sticking with the story so far and as always hope you's having as much fun with it as I am. Any suggestions are always welcome, I would love to know what you guys think and how this is so far! Till next time CG out!