Hey, Long time no see. Sorry for the wait, but I guarantee this will be worth it. Spared no expense, and threw in a bit of action and powers in as well so that it would be worth the cliff hanger I left you folks with. Now, that we got that smoothed over, I won't waste your time any longer. Fair warning, this will be gore filled, so skip if you are weak of stomach or under the age of 12. For disclaimer, check one of the earlier pages.
Nico's Pov.
Why him… why did it have to be Will…
I sob, Thalia and Clarisse defending me and Percy, but I am not the only one in tears. The oldest living child of the war god is also crying as she fights. She fights so she won't destroy Chris' memory with her death. Maybe I should do the same. I rise from my crouched position and raise my Stygian Iron blade into a ready stance. Then the battlefield goes quiet, and all the monsters surrounding us turn to what's behind us.
Orbs… 4 of them. One black, one maroon, one a dark purple and the last a fuse of them all into one. The black hits my chest and I instantly feel it… strength and power that nearly triples my original amount. And unbridled fury.
Three brave Laistrygonian Giants march forward, clubs raised to smash me. Thalia is surrounded by five hellhounds after that purple orb smashes into her, and Clarisse is glaring down a particularly hairy Northern Cyclopes and a Pit Scorpion after the maroon orb sunk into her body. But then I remember I am in the middle of a battlefield and I am about to be turned into a bone meal pancake with a bit of Demigod sunny side up.
I growl and rush forward, and hack out the 25 foot tall giant's knees with ease. They fall down, leaning on their clubs or on their hands and bloody knees. I baseball slide under the first, slitting his throat with my raised blade, then I spin and sever the second's hands off at the wrists so he is face down in the dirt, and I jump and plunge my sword into the collarbone of the third. It screams out as I slide down, cutting through his ribs as I descend to solid ground. The second stares on in horror as I plunge my blade through the top of his skull and out the roof of his mouth to the sod below. But unlike the monsters from before where they become gold dust… these turn into black powder, and swirl around me.
"NICO!" Jason cries out, now finally focusing on us. He sends a bolt of lightning at me, thinking that I was being attacked… that's when I feel it happening. I was, changing.
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What is this? This… strength, this energy…
I look forward, and everything looks smaller, shorter, and inferior to me. They deserve to be destroyed. They deserve to be sent to my father in pieces.
Thalia's Pov
Jason hit Nico with lightning, and out of the smoldering ruins comes something I didn't think possible to anyone, son of Hades or not.
Ok, I have seen many monsters in the hunt, some grotesque and horrific to the point where some inexperienced hunters threw up, or giant and colossal where even if I lifted my head up as far as it went, I couldn't see past its chest, to ravangus and ruthless where they would use any means necessary to fight back, even eating one of their own limbs. But none of this compared to the monster that roared behind us, and I know my cousin when I see him, even if he looks like a giant better looking nightmare that had a brutal and chaotic personality.
The Laistrygonian Giants backed up as they looked like 5th grade bullies on a playground with their tank sized hellhounds looking like beagles going up against the 11th grade older brother of the kid they just picked on, and big bro looks like an long haired emo serious mix of Heath Ledger and Gordon Ramsay in Hell's Kitchen with extreme anger issues. The hag bats shriek in fear and fury as they claw at and away from him, but their talons bounce off his skin or barely nick him. A brave rouge cyclopes rushes at him with two hammers, only to be sent flying with a calloused and steaming fist to its obese stomach.
I clasp my hands over my ears as the behemoth screams/roars out and marches over to the cyclopes, only to stomp in its face over and over till it turns into a mound of golden sand.
'Get up, GET UP! Let me kill you again, and again, and again! I'll make sure nothing will stand in my way!' comes a feral scream, its voice electric and demonic, and over all monstrous. Then his figure becomes clear. Standing at 45 or more feet tall, with shoulder length black hair, black burned and steaming eyes of onyx, with ripped muscles coating him from head to toe, his mouth is segmented into three parts, and his cheeks aren't there, and he is… As a self respecting hunter, I will not get flustered at the fact that because my cousin is now a giant, and his pants no longer fit him, that he is in the nu...de… He doesn't have a penis?! Uh… I mean… Thank gods!
Then the gold dust turns black, and it swirls into his mouth, in which his body steams again, and he turns into a 50 foot tall giant… but one of his eyes is missing. Not in the sense as if it was never there to begin with missing, more like there is now a battle scar there over where his eye should be, making him look all the more deadly. Then, he rears back his head, and another ear piercing scream like howl comes from his throat as his blood that drips from cut over his eye, and one lucky shot from a hag bat on his arm.
Then of course, a penta of snarls breaks me out of my staring. When you face a lion sized Hellhound, you got a skirmish. Against two, it's a one way fight, three is a challenge. But five? Normal demigods would consider this an uphill battle, but I am not normal. I only smirk as lightning seems to cackle around me, giving me a deadly arcing aura of pure electricity in a foot diameter around my body.
"I call her throat!" Comes a haggered voice.
"No no! The legs are better!" Crys a shrill one.
"Would you three stop being complete animals and do what we are told!" Shouts a feminine one with an canine snarl in it.
"Agreed." Comes a deep voice almost like a saint bernards woof.
"Wait, wha?" I said, looking at them.
"HA! She looks daft! Let's get her!" Comes a warbled cry, and a wire like hound lunges at me. Due to static electricity, currents, magnetism, other sciences bullshit, he was turned into a split hotdog.
"Moran." The deep voice rumbles.
"Hold the phone…" I start, only for another wire one to let loose a mix of a cry and a bark and lunge at me, only for it to taste my spear. A bigger one, looking a bit a muscular chubby side, charges, only to leap at the last second.
Bzzzz!
I've said it before, and I will say it again, gods I love being the child of a god.
"Dumbasses! The lot of them!" Crys the female voice, the whin of a dog in the moan.
"Wait, hold up! I can understand you?" I ask, looking at a lean and lanky double stacked bed mattress and spring box sized German Shepherd like Hellhound. It yelps and backs up, its eyes no longer red but now a green with a pink tint to where our whites are.
"You can understand us?" It asks, coming closer, but not aggressively. The other one, that can only be described as black car sized Saint Bernard, also gets pink tinted eyes but they are brown instead of green.
"She smells of Uncle and the sky…" Grumbles the male voice from the Saint Bernard Hellhound. "And she killed the other-"
"They were stupid, they knew she was a child of the Big Three, and they charged anyways. They were suicidal under the influence of him." The female hound sneers.
"Wait, hold it. Me and the other three," I gesture to Clarisse who seems to have also made friends with the pit scorpion and the cyclops, who is bashing away at a drakon as she mounts another and rides it to battle with the scorpion on its head ready to launch off. "Are building a safe haven where both monsters and demigods can work together."
The male hound stares at me, then rumbles. "It isn't a bad plan… nor are demigods all that bad… we have just hunted them for years so it is the only thing most monsters know, besides the ones who have been around for ages."
"Agreed… Well join you." Declares the female.
"Sup sparky, seems you got some pets as well." Calls out the War Spawn, who has the pit scorpion on her shoulder passively, and the giant woolly cyclops stomping in approval to her left.
"Well, we have these powers, but how?" I start my long list of inquires.
"Most of the answers of your questions is one word, miss Grace. Me." Comes a malevolent voice, and in a swirl of flames, dust and darkness, a tall dark figure appears next to a waking Percy. The man is pale, vampire pale, and a white scar crosses his jaw from ear to his chin, his long black hair slicked back and the tips blood red. He is wearing a suit of armor, it silvery black in nature but with red tortured faces of man and monster hammered into the spiked plated armor. A cloak seamingly made from the night billows from his shoulders, and a helm rests in his hands. It is pure black, with blades and small spikes coming from the forehead cover and joining the four spiralled ivory horns coming from the sides, along with a skull face mask that would cover from his nose up, and a pair of covers going down his sideburns with spikes coming out of them. The helm puts Hades' to shame with how terrifying it is.
And the first words that Percy says when he woke up?
"Why are you here, Lord Tartarus?"
Sorry this took so long. But hey, here it is.
Another note… I forgot this was here for about a month… sorry! But enjoy, and please someone give me inspiration to do this still…
