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"Daddy!" I scream as my ather's body crumples to dust in my hands "Tartarus, help him!" I curse myself for not looking before I stabbed.
"I cannot. I'm sorry, child."
"He's my father!"
"I know. But he cannot be saved. I'm sorry."
"Will he achieve Elysium?"
"Had he died outside of my realm, yes. But if you die here, you stay here. Your soul is forced to wander the pit until it collapses, which, if Chaos rises, could be next week."
"Fine. I need... I need to find the gods."
"With that, I cannot help you."
"Then what can you do?"
"I can promise that you will not die while you are in my kingdom."
"A lot of good that'll do."
"Very well. I revoke my help. You are on your own, demigod," Tartarus vanishes.
"So back to square one. Not that I ever left." Another aura jumps at me. I stab it and feel a sharp stabbing pain right where I stabbed Dad. Okay. So I can't curse myself anymore. Good to know. I feel blood trickle from my cuts and slowly grow until I'm gushing blood. When Tartarus abandoned me, so did his gift of impenetrable skin. Good to know. I concentrate and feel water nearby. I force myself to stumble into it. Bad decision. It burns, trying to pull me from my body. I'm tempted to give up and die. But I can't. Luke is counting on me. And the entire world, of course. I force myself to swim upward and leave the river. But I can't. Then a hand reaches down to me, and like any sane human being that values life, I grab it. I recognize the feel. It's Luke. Before I can completely register this, I'm on the shore.
"Luke," I manage, before I pass out from fear and pain.
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