AN: Slowly being Revamped.
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Prologue:
Tartarus.
A true hell of suffering and pain.
Beneath the sky lay the earth; beneath the earth lay the underworld; beneath the underworld lay Tartarus, and beneath Tartarus lay chaos, the end of the universe leading to the unknown.
Tartarus was the Pit from which monsters are reborn endlessly and the prison that holds the oldest of beings condemned to an eternity of damnation.
A place of pain and suffering beyond mortal comprehension, designed and built to break the divine.
With acidic air that burned with every breath, blood-red clouds that rained artic blades of ice, rivers of suffering liquid tempting prisoners to quench their thirst, the ground littered with broken glass like blades of grass, and to the very space that seemed to want to instill despair into any being who existed within its territory.
Despite being a pit, the ceiling was invisible from the ground, stretching for miles and miles to plunge into darkness in the form of plateaus. Multiple pointed snow-capped mountains and volcanic chasms adorned the landscape. Thin long black trees grew in the flatter areas, and monsters emerged like worms from blisters that formed on the ground endlessly.
The main wall of the Pit was made up of multiple precipices and obsidian cliffs, where the rivers that flowed through Hade's realm descended to continue their path.
The landscape of the Pit descended to the most dangerous area, where the heart of the god himself was found, beating in tune with the very Pit itself.
The lowest points of the terrain lost the composition of black gravel to exchange with a skin-like appearance, with a dense black mist.
Taking the source of the rivers and the obsidian cliffs as the North, the direct South direction led to a forest with a cold climate with tall, black, and branchless round trees.
Tartarus was not simply the Pit or a realm but the true body of the primordial god who fathered the race of giants with Gaia. A being of unimaginable power only made vulnerable by the act of taking a physical human form.
An act of arrogance that gave the group fighting for their lives a fighting chance.
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At the heart of Tartarus, where the land beat with the steady pulse of the primordial, the Doors of Death stood in the form of an elevator chained to the Pit surrounded by hordes of endless monsters. Chains keeping the primordial of Death from performing his sacred duty.
Percy Jackson; son of Poseidon, and Annabeth Chase; daughter of Athena, managed to break those chains against all odds and open up a chance at escape from the divine prison.
Unfortunately, like most things that deal with death, the doors required a sacrifice. Someone had to push a button for a full twelve minutes from this side for the elevator to ascend back to the surface world.
And that willing sacrifice came in the form of two beings that the demigods owed their lives to tenfold.
Ieapus, the titan of mortal life span, pain, and violent death. A titan who was submerged in the waters of the River Lithe and had his memories swept away by Percy himself.
He was befriended by another demigod by the name of Nico and subsequently learned how to be kind and helpful while trying to figure out who he was.
When asked by Nico, Ieapus, who now goes by the name of Bob, went to help Percy and Annabeth in their journey across Tartarus. During the journey, he managed to recover portions of his memories and, in the end, chose to stick to his newfound friendship with Percy and help him despite knowing it was Percy who caused him to lose his memories in the first place.
The second being was Damasen, the giant born to be the bane of Ares, the god of war. As the opposite of Ares, Damasen ended up being the only peaceful giant among his brethren and heavily disliked combat.
This did not mean he was weak, for when one of his mortal friends was slain by a Drakon of all things, a beast that predates dragons, he hunted it with a vengeance and took its life.
However, for slaying a powerful war tool of his mother's armies, he was cast down into Tartarus and had a curse placed upon him. Every day, the Drakon he had slain would rise and force him into mortal combat. No matter how many times he killed it, it rose the next day and forced the only peace-loving giant to fight for his life, even under the strain of living inside Tartarus.
Percy met Damasen when he was poisoned during his journey across Tartarus, and Bob, unable to heal him, took Percy to Damasen, a healer greater than apollo, for help.
Within their short stay at Damasen's home, Percy and Annabeth struck up a friendship with the reclusive giant. Unfortunately, he couldn't offer much help other than letting them rest and giving them supplies since the Drakon would hunt him no matter where he went, and they would be caught in the crossfire.
So, it was to Percy's honest shock when Damasen came charging in riding on the Drakon, his millennia-old foe, to aid Percy and Annabeth in their escape.
Unfortunately, the assistance would only lead to their demise with the entrance of Tartarus himself in a manifested body.
While Damasen held off his father and did everything in his power to drive the primordial god of the abyss away from the doors, the Drakon and Bob's pet saber tooth cat were the only thing keeping Bob safe from the endless horde of monsters while Bob would press the button for Percy and Annabeth to escape.
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In one timeline, Percy would look upon the sight of Damasen fighting off his father, the Drakon and saber tooth cat fighting off the horde, and Bob smiling at him while Annabeth pulled him inside the elevator despite her pained sobs, shaking hands, and tears falling down her face and not fight it.
But this was a different story.
This was the story of Percy's fatal flaw, his loyalty towards his friends being more important than the fate of the world, and how it drove him to his death.
A death worthy of a hero.
A death full of sacrifice.
And a death, that birthed a legend.
The legend of Perseus, The Hunter.
Chapter end.