Yeah, so I am back. Got another chapter ready for the public today. Once again, I am not SonofNyxHades, I'm his older brother, Dragon Slayer of Nyx and Hades. And I hope your ready for my 4 AM, Red Bull induced Chapter. Sorry it was so late, my beta was a little slow, and I needed to edit it some more for you. That, and funerals.
Not sponsored by Red Bull, sadly. Nor am I Rick Riordan. Sorry, but I wish this was true.
Anywho, on with the chapter.
Percy Pov.
"Only if you answer my question first. Why am I here, Lord Tartarus?"
"Straight to the point, eh? I will, in due time, but first, have a seat, then we can talk business." He rumbles, his voice similar to the echoing winds I heard in his pit.
The primordial gives me a grin that looks similar Loki from the Avenger and Thor movie series. He motions for me to take a seat in a black wood chair with a red padded seat. I slowly walk toward it, my eyes never leaving his eyes, they look the same as the braziers around him. I pull back the seat by the solid back rest, my fingers digging into the red plush cushion only to meet resistance against the wood. I walk around it and seat myself on the dark chair that I would also probably find in Hades dining room.
"A few primordials, such as myself, have taken an interest in you, young Jackson. You are doing something the gods think that is unthinkable. Taking monsters and making them allies, something similar to that of your pet, Mrs. O'leary, correct?" He chides, poking his fork into a slice of beef, his eyes giving me the chills as they flicker like flames that isn't even a glare, but still is putting Ares' death stare of hell to shame. I only meekly nod, not wishing to become the enemy of the Lord of the Pit.
"Well, I'm here to give you a gift my friend." He says with a grin, showing gleaming teeth with pointed fangs, "My blessing no less."
But I know how these gods work, he wants something from me for this reward. I stare him down and I asked like a mouse to a lion, "What's the catch?"
The Primorial of the Pit frowns, and I feel the black and dark purple and maroon flames flicker. He sighs out and brings a small bit of beef to his mouth and rips through it with ease from his Hellhound like teeth. He swallows the ribbons of meat.
"I should have known you played this game too long to know my alternative motives." He mumbles, setting his fork down next to his plate. He gets up from his throne like chair, and walks over to me, pulling a silvery black disk from his coat, the disk no bigger than a Ipad Mini. He taps it and a girl's face appears, and I am actually startled.
The girl has long, blood red hair that's even deeper red than blood. Her pale, olive complexion is nearly flawless, besides a zig zagging scar where a man's sideburns would be. Her eyes catch my attention. Their inverted, black sclera, purplish red iris, and a white pupil. She is grinning, showing off her teeth. If her eyes didn't betray her origin, her teeth did. They had four fangs, two up top, two down below. They are about 28 mm long each, and seem dangerous. But she seems happy in the image, almost like she was laughing and bubbly. Kinda odd for a child of the lord of the Monster Underworld.
"Who is she." I ask, trying to keep my face straight, and succeeding.
"Her name is Raven, and if you didn't see the obvious differences from people, or even demigods, you will notice she is my daughter. I want you to take her under your wing and help her, as she is unwelcome to any of the camps otherwise she would be executed." Deadpans Tartarus.
I freeze up, hearing his words. A child of the primorials is something you don't kid around with, no pun intended. In retrospect to what I am referring to, let's compare gods to primorials. Let's put my dad up against Pontus, Primorial of the seas, for example. I will be the comparison in power levels, ranking in as one. My dad has the power of almost seventy five of me, while Pontus has the power of seventeen of my dad, or one thousand two hundred and seventy five of me. But demi primorials are weaker than the seventeen to one ratio of gods, but are still superior to demigods. It's more like a three to one ratio, her being three times stronger in powers than me. Past the power thing, this kid could be a risk to us, but… It's a girl in need, and my noble side is saying we should help her in any way we can and her dad is giving her his blessing to join us…
"Ok, where is she." I sigh out, knowing I probably can't leave without agreeing either way.
"She should be in Brunswick, Maine. Close to where you are actually." He says, "But I would make haste. Gaia found out about her and sent a minion to kill her before she died. I ask that you help her before the Child Eater makes it to her."
Before I can question him, a black orb with crimson and deep purple swirls flies into my chest and I feel pain and black out as I feel myself getting stronger. For those of you who don't know what instant strength feels like, allow me to explain. It's basicly you hyped up on over two gallons of Red Bull and Mountain Dew, but all the time and it never goes away. And no, not the crazy kind of energy, more like the Superman kind of energy where you feel like you can do so much more. Add the feeling of your kidneys being ripped out and you know how I feel.
I pass out from the power and the pain surge, because I'm a mere mortal receiving the blessing of a thing that is almost 17 times in power to that of my dad, so I'm basically receiving four times my normal power capacity all at once, and even if his blessing expanded my capability to hold more power in me, I would still go into a coma for a few hours.
Clarisse Pov (Didn't see this one coming, did ya?)
Damn Prissy.
Couldn't keep his fat nose out of other people's business. At least he got what was coming to him, seeing him ragdoll on the pavement.
Oh gods… he didn't see what I was drawing, did he? No, I hid it faster than Hermes delivers mail. I'm sure he didn't see it. But if he did… who would he tell. Thalia? I would never hear the end of it from that punk. Leo? Gods, I don't want to sink down to his level… He may be a hero, but the kid still is… weird. How about that goth kid, the son of Hades… he had an Italian name… Vito? Sounds about right. He would probably shrug it off, but it would still be embarrassing no matter who he told, the dense moran.
Wait, why am I thinking like this! We are in the middle of a fight!
"CLARE! Standing near the cart Percy is on does nothing, PUSH THE DAMN CART BRICK BRAIN!" Shouts Thalia, who wasn't leaving her cousin behind. Princess Prick…
Then her younger brother lands next to us, sword impaled through a weird bat like harpy creature that attacked us. Vito has some skeletal vanguard around us, to protect us. Like me and Spark Plug need help fighting off monsters.
"BEHIND YOU!" Thalia screams, and I turn in time to see two bat like harpies bearing down on me. I can already see the Isle of the Blessed… Then a black trench coat and a Stygian Iron sword come out and behead two 65 miles a hour flying bat monsters. The boy turns, his pale face in a scowl that paired with his glaring onyx eyes, could chill even Thanatos.
"You ok, La Rue?" He asks, spinning his sword once for show.
"W-whatever." I grumble, turning and stabbing another bat woman out of the sky. Then the kid drops to his knees, looking off into space. Huh, maybe he has lost i- Why is he crying?
Thalia turns "Nico? You alright?" She whispers. The boy opens his mouth, and his next words chill me to the bone.
"Will and Chris… They… they passed into the underworld. Their dead."
Cliff hangers. Sorry, but I need to keep you guys on your toes. See you next week. Now I'm going to go back to my nap.
