tolakshay1 - My uniqueness is what gives my stories charm. In terms of whether the confrontation between father and son has a continuation or not, I plan to since it would be boring if there was nothing to do after Zeus' theoretical defeat. Although if he lives or dies is something you'll have to read to find out about.
LongLiveTheAncientKing - Appreciate the follow, king! Well, I'm glad to see that I've managed to scratch that proverbial itch you've been having for a while now. Since I figured realistically, the King of Gods would not tolerate a threat to his rule under any circumstance, it was the most likely way that events would unfold.
It also makes for an entertaining plot!
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You know what's fun about being a pigeon?
You can give people shit without consequence.
"Hey! You feathery piece of shit!" A scream of discontent was heard from the ground as I pretended as if I hadn't done anything outside of what nature intended for the pigeon race.
A sharply dressed businessman had some white excretion on his head, a sign that the airborne citizens of New York had gone to the mile-high restroom.
"Argentos, no defecating on mortals." My mother's knowing tone pulled me out of my bathroom humor.
"It was one time!" I whined. "It happened just now!" I justified.
Come on, who wouldn't at least consider doing this if you could transform into a bird?
You're pigeon-shitting me.
"You are not twelve, my son." Mother chided me, not willing to hear my excuses.
It's not my fault bathroom humor is freaking hilarious. But I could comprehend the image us to maintain.
"I understand." Relinquishing my entertaining pass time, I returned to the real priority at hand.
"We have managed to escape Olympus, but we need a place to hide from the gods." She promulgated our current situation as we flew over many manmade structures.
"Yes, hide from all twelve Olympians. This will surely be a cakewalk." Sarcasm dripped from my voice.
"No one said it would be easy, but neither did they say anything about it being impossible." My mother told me as we flew through the sky,
"Hmm... You think we can lay low by your side of the family?" I pondered. "The Oceanides aren't too bad, and I'm technically their nephew because of you." I brought up my watery relatives.
"That does sound like a decent idea. We could even stay by my parents for a while." Mother suggested. Since I never met my grandparents, It'd certainly be a pleasant experience.
"That's assuming I can breathe underwater." I reminded my mother.
Sure, I can hold my breath for long periods of time thanks to using my aerokinesis to expand my lung capacity and minimize oxygen consumption by diffusing the collective conversion rate of CO2 in my body, yet it was still a finite amount of air supply nevertheless.
"Just shapeshift." A solution was offered.
"I'd like to not be a cast member on Finding Nemo while I'm underwater." A counterpoint was returned.
"Oh please, you loved that movie. Little Mermaid as well." She cooed at the memories.
"Yes, because watching through Dad's nose was one of my fondest memories." Rolling my eyes, I scratched my nose in remembrance.
"Well, would you rather go to Camp Half-Blood?" Her avian eye looked directly at mine.
"Order no. Going to the place where all of their children are to hide from them? Terrible idea. The slightest fuck up and I'm overwhelmed by them from sheer numbers." I denied it to the point I swore. Mother cringed at my coarse language, causing a ping of regret for my loose words.
"Sorry about that." I looked away.
She took a breath (cooed) before continuing.
"It's alright. But we should move to the ground, now. The gods should be tethering themselves for a search by now, and the skies are the last place we want to be." Mother forgave my curse before reminding me of the time.
"Right. That trick isn't going to last long. Let's move to the ground." I told her before I folded my wings, increasing dramatically in velocity.
I felt my mother's presence close behind me as we descended from the skies, their cloudy visage becoming thunderous.
Swooping into a tree, I spread my wings before flapping to slow myself down. Unfortunately, I could not completely stop in time before smashing into a branch. This made me spiral out of control and land into a shrub below the tree entirely.
"Argentos! Are you alright?!" I heard the frantic voice of my mother, as she approached me.
The world was spinning, as my head swam. But with a quick shake of the noggin, I regained a grip on the situation.
"I'm fine, mother." I consoled my mother's worried heart.
Retunring to my normal state, the spinning quickly subsided. My head and legs stuck out of the bush as I looked around.
Trees populated my sight, with green grass, pathways, and sidewalks. Benches and lamposts could also be spotted with some pedestrians walking around.
"We must blend in to not draw any attention to ourselves." My mother instructed as I nodded.
First things first was dealing with my eye color. Mother told me about gods being able to change their features, so this would be a great idea to put it to the test.
I looked at the first mortal that my eyes scanned.
A lady was jogging by, and her eyes were a coffee brown. Using that as my basis, I focused to get her exact shade onto my own irises as I felt my ocular organs shift at the mental suggestion.
Next was my hair. I passed my hand through it, altering its shape. Originally longer than before, I let it recede to my nape, although it retained its somewhat wavy look. the sides and back of my hair were shorter as it developed in what mortals would describe as an undercut manner.
After was the selection of clothes. Time had changed what was fashionable, so to not look out of place, one must be decently dressed.
Looking around, I saw some people walking by. Their attire was certainly modern and used them for inspiration for my own style.
My chiton became a plain white t-shirt that clung onto my shredded torso, some definition present. Dark grey jeans that were slightly baggy with black shoes with white tips on my feet.
A black hooded jacket was tied around my waist, a metallic digital watch clung onto my left wrist with a silver necklace that had the symbol for omega hung around my neck.
Getting up from the shrub, I dusted myself off from the leaves and grass, walking into plain view.
"Oho~. I never knew I had such a handsome son." Mother teased me, the feeling of embarrassment heating up on my cheeks. "Just don't let those ladies eat you up, you hear me!" She warned me playfully, to my expense.
"Moooom." I drawled in bashfulness, failing to meet her eyes. "You're just saying that because you made me." Compliments from mothers don't count.
"Then why are you blushing?" She questioned my actions, the slyness in her voice as clear as can be.
"Leave me alone!" I snapped, putting my hands in my pockets. Her giggling did NOT help me ignore her sweet words.
"You look good, Argentos. Just don't let those young ladies distract you, lest you end up like your father." Her voice could project the distaste in her mouth from the past infidelities of Father.
"Isn't it time for you to transform?" I asked, annoyed at her teasing.
"It is time indeed, my child," Mom responded.
My mother grew into her human state before her robes transformed.
Her torse was adorned by a long-sleeved purple blouse, with the fabric tucked into black jeans that hugged her figure which I would not be describing for respect to my mother.
Although she did look really pretty in it.
She wore some leather flats that matched her brown hair and looked into my eyes before her irises shifted to match them. Her hair was shortened to about shoulder length and made a distinct and shiny black to match mine, with some earrings and a necklace appearing as additional accessories.
"How do I look?" She asked for my opinion.
"Like a nice lady that may or may not be my mother." I smiled.
"How thoughtful." She mused with an eye roll.
"It's about time we made our move," I told her before she nodded to which we started walking through the park.
Looking around, I noticed the stares of random persons whilst passing by.
Women took in my looks far more than I originally thought they would. From glances to stopping and gazing, they took the opportunity to look at my face as I passed by.
This did not go unnoticed by Mother either, who had a particularly satisfied look from all the female attention that I garnered.
"It doesn't count when I say it, hm?" She grinned, bringing up my former words.
"We popped out of nowhere. Anyone observant enough should be able to notice us." I justified, muttering my reasoning.
Not going to let supernatural beauty take credit for that one. No siree.
"Just admit you're good-looking." She told me, as I gazed in her direction.
"Beauty and intelligence is quite the deadly combination." Further words of praise were given to me.
"..." It did make me think, though.
Perhaps my attractiveness could be used to get us out of here.
"You may have a point, mother." I conceded.
"I do have a point. How did you think your father took a fancy to me?" She eluded.
"Yet you bent over backwards for him, and he swallows you like a piece of food." I reminded. That caused her face to be sullen as she scowled.
"Well no more. I won't bend over backwards any longer." She fumed.
"Likely because you got tired bending over forwards for someone like him as well-." I mused before feeling the burning heat of my mother's glare.
To which I persisted in avoiding eye contact.
"Argentos..." A motherly tone of disapproval was heard, the sensation of her dull glare just shy of unbearable.
"You make one sex joke..." I grumbled.
"Have some decorum. You'll end up like your less dignified brothers if this continues." Mother warned as I found the courage to look at her stern eyes.
"Who? Me? Never. I'm as pure as can be. Still a virgin, after all."
That line earned me some snickers from a group of teenagers that walked past us.
"You get zero bitches, bro!" One of them screamed before they burst into laughter.
My cheeks burned as I felt the embarrassment return, its electric boogaloo in the form of shame rather than bashfulness.
"Ok, maybe I shouldn't say that out loud." I cringed, self-conscious of my virgin status.
"Don't be ashamed. Better a virgin than a man whore." She rubbed my shoulder with sympathy before we both laughed at who we referred to.
We managed to reach outside of the park, and onto the street, with the name of the park catching my eye from its corner.
'CENTRAL PARK'
So we landed in Central Park. That isn't too far from where we were, considering the Empire State Building is where Olympus lies.
We crossed the road from the park and began to walk.
At this rate, it'll rain soon. I got the just of our location from the many signs and cars that passed around us, as well as the park sign since there was only one state we could be in that would have all of these things.
New York.
That in itself meant that we were somewhat close to the Canadian border.
Although I'd rather stay in America for the time being, despite the gods having no power over the border for the reason that there'd be much more benefit in the form of possible learning experiences.
By that, I meant that some practical scenarios would do well for me, even with the gods on the prowl for my head, most definitely.
As we walked down the streets of the concrete jungle, the mortals that passed by became numerous as opposed to the sparsity I experienced before.
The concentration did well to mask ourselves amid many humans, blending into the riff-raff quite easily. If you hang around forgetful faces for long enough, your face becomes indistinguishable as well.
There were several people that maintained eye contact with us longer than expected, my suspicion arising as a result of it.
"Mother, some of these people don't feel... Like people." I muttered to her.
A businessman in a fedora glared at me, as I not only maintained eye contact but sent a sharp gaze back at him.
"Is that so..." She looked at the person that I was talking about, before the person looked away, blending into the crowd as he too became lost in a sea of faces.
As I looked around, more of the individuals that had their eyes on me started to disappear. Within a moment's notice, all the peering gazes were no more, as the pedestrians were nothing but the ordinary.
"We're being watched." She surmised. I didn't need to look to her side to see that she gained a level of seriousness to her demeanor.
"By who?" I asked. The man's presence had completely faded, something very unnatural for mortals to achieve.
"Monsters." She responded.
That response shut me up.
Sure, monsters by themselves were nothing to be afraid of, but it wasn't their strength that made me wary. They also had a habit of prolonging processes such as quests and journeys.
Not to mention, getting in a fight would surely make our presence known to the gods, being the exact thing we were trying our hardest to prevent.
Our trek continued uptown Manhattan, as we approached the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
The longer we moved, the more uneasy I felt.
It seemed that the monster's presence disappeared, yet the sensation of danger hadn't left me to my devices.
Which meant we could not rest; monsters were nearby.
"Mother," I told her.
"Yes, Argentos?" She answered.
"I can't shake off this feeling of dread. The monsters are aware of our presence." I deduced.
Normally, gods would have a powerful enough presence to ward off the denizens of the supernatural.
But that would come with its slew of problems in this context. But since we dramatically suppressed that with our disguises, they sensed us as delectable mortals.
No different than a mortal who could see through the Mist. That was a meal no monster could resist.
"I'm going to have to deal with them if we want smooth travels," I told her, as she turned to me with disquietude.
"Are you sure about this?" She asked. "If you fight them, you risk alerting the gods of your location." She warned me of the consequences.
"Just give me something to locate you, and I'll find you. It'll take longer for the gods to find both of us if we split up and in case I expose myself." I told her.
She hesitated before digging into her pocket. With some magic, she was able to give me a marble.
Its color was a mix of cerulean and like green with some streaks of sky blue. It was about the size of a small grape.
"This will provide my location. Once you place it on a flat surface, it will roll in my direction. The brighter it glows, the closer you are to me." She quickly explained.
"I'll catch up. Be safe, Mother." I bid her farewell.
"You be safe as well, my son." She gave me one last warm look of care before quickly walking away from where we were as I stopped right in front of the art museum.
The monsters' presence reappeared in droves, with a multitude of dastardly entities detected as I managed to pinpoint many faces that looked at me.
Some of them started to increase their pace and approach me.
"Get him!" One yelled.
That was the queue to book it.
My mad dash began, as it took no time to reach speeds that put me a few meters ahead of my pursuers.
Yet they kept up with me, fedora-wearing businessmen running full sprints in suits, which was kind of surprising considering the difficulty of doing that.
"What the hell?!"
"Hey, watch it asshole!"
"The fuck's wrong with you!?"
"Get some better clothes if you're gonna act like that!"
"Respect the drip, Karen!" I shouted back.
People stood in my way as I continued my evasion, having to push some bystanders to the side, avoiding collision in the process despite their cries of discomfort.
Using the air, I could feel the monster's presence behind me and close the gap between us, my adjustments to the pedestrian traffic creating a straight line for them to pass through.
I quickly approached a crosswalk, with moving traffic on a four-lane road. Despite the odds, I was determined to get distance from the persistent beasts.
I kicked the ground hard enough to leave an indent on the sidewalk, catapulting my body into the air.
As I floated in the middle of the jump, I leaned forward and kicked behind me, the wind solidifying and acting as a platform that boosted me ahead with impressive leg strength on my part.
Diving into the concrete on the other side of the street, I rolled a couple of times before sliding and getting up, continuing my dash.
Unfortunately, that didn't stop the businessmen. They were more persistent than the IRS, that's for sure.
Is it tax evasion is you never paid taxes before?
Anyways, I tried something else.
Taking a sharp turn into an alleyway, I hid there, waiting for them to reach my position.
When the first one arrived, I lunged without hesitation.
My hand gripped his neck, my fingernails digging into his jugular and drawing blood. I swung his head a hundred and eighty degrees into the brick wall next to me, with enough force to cause blood to splatter on the wall.
His blood wasn't red, as I expected but somewhat golden dust that caused his entire body to dispel into the same material.
There went the thought of these guys being anything normal. Monsters for sure.
A few more monsters appeared after that, with the intuition to lean back being heeded just before one of them could grab me by my shirt collar.
Falling on my back, I stretched out my hand and sent a blast of lightning in one of the monster's directions.
The intensity of my lightning was to the point he was lambasted into golden dust upon contact, a pseudo-smiting.
Rolling out of a stomp to the head, I grabbed my attacker's ankle and crushed it under my tightening clutches, dust exploding from the broken bones that resulted in the wound.
Capitalizing on the staggering monster, I twisted my body and chucked him into the adjacent wall on the other side of the alley which caused him to splatter upon impact.
That left a lot of gold dust in its wake.
I pulled myself up with the wall before crouching to avoid a punch that was strong enough to send some bricks flying out of the surface. But since my assaulter missed, that was prime time to send him back where he came from.
Grabbing his arm, I punched him in the armpit before breaking his sternum with a jab that practically turned invisible from speed before ending his life with an uppercut that sent his head spiraling onto a rooftop on one of the buildings next to us.
More monsters started to crowd the area hence crowd control was needed.
And with a mighty thunderclap, no less!
"ARGH!" The group collectively screamed as I brought my hands together with inhuman strength that was powerful enough to send ten monsters flying. The pressure that they were put under was enough to turn them to dust in moments, easing up my pursuer-to-target ratio immensely.
Using the diversion to my advantage, I ran down the alley to the other side before continuing in my evasion.
Even though my clap did slow them down, more people in suits came to replace the defeated and they soon replaced their destroyed brethren in a matter of seconds.
Just my luck. But that's the price for suppressing my godhood inside the shell of a clear-sighted mortal.
Running would just delay the inevitable, my scent was borderline irresistible with the conditions. I had to deal with them.
All of them.
And away from the mortal limelight.
Someplace discreet. But the question was where?
Underground would keep me away from many prying eyes. And an isolated area would allow me to get as ruthless and effective as possible.
So I looked for the nearest subway.
According to what I could recall from my days in Dad's nose, that would be around six blocks down, at the Grand Central Terminal.
I couldn't afford to run the long away and rack up a hefty trail of monsters behind me, so I improvised.
Using the wind, I ran up the wall of a building.
In actuality, I just applied a vacuum underneath the soles of my shoes to stick onto the side of the wall, preventing myself from falling.
At this point, the men in suits started to morph into their more mythological aspects to keep up with my aerial antics.
Some of them outright transformed into harpies, flying to catch up with me. This prompted my feet to hit the wall, launching me ahead in a boisterous lunge, the colors around me becoming blurred.
The harpies behind me didn't falter, with some of them able to keep up with my agility as I traversed the buildings, jumping every now and then to clear a gap between alleyways.
To make matters more difficult, they started hurling gusts at me to try and snatch me off the side of the buildings I ran on. Luckily, the vacuum was the antithesis to them, as they just pulled really hard on my body instead.
Still hurt, mind you.
I grew tired of their wind shenanigans and decided to deal with them.
Jumping off of the side of the building, I floated in the air momentarily. Using this window of opportunity, I pointed my finger at one before a ray of lightning zoomed from my fingertips.
It sent her tumbling violently before hitting a car and turning into golden dust.
Next were her colleagues, to which I repeated my attack twice more as one smashed into a store window and the other fell into a manhole before dusting away as well.
I landed back on the wall before persisting in my path.
If I wanted to reach there faster, I had to accelerate my current speed.
Channeling static across my body, I concentrated on the direction ahead. Calculating the distance from my current position to the terminal was the easy part, about 4 blocks equating to roughly 322 meters, subtracting the margin of error being my current movement speed from my point in time of reaching the fourth block.
SDT equation aside, I'd put about a fraction of the energy necessary to reach the subway terminal.
Digging my foot into the ground with a hefty stomp, I ceased my vacuous stepping with it as my other foot moved forward and anchored briefly with the wall.
Utilizing the potential energy now invested in my back foot, my body was pulled ahead with the kicking off of my leg as a ring of static was left in my wake. My body left a long trail of lightning in its wake as I traveled at massively hypersonic speeds, with the wind roaring behind my ears.
My field of view was pulled back before it reset itself in moments, suddenly floating in front of a large building that...
Wait, Hermes was on top of it?
Be it as it may, it was indeed my divine UPS delivery man brother. Although from what I remember it was actually Mercury, with 'Hercules' and...
Pfft, Minerva.
Athena would loathe that name given her history with the Romans, but I found that feud amusing.
With that being said, that meant that I was indeed in front of the Grand Central Terminal.
The impressive architecture was on display for my eyes to absorb, having made exquisitely for a human-designed structure but that was beside the current point.
I had ops on my ass, for lack of care for a better term.
With one look down, I affirmed my assumption as many people were coming out and going inside the station.
I fell from the air and grabbed onto a ledge, in a manner that'd be a good cover for a superhero comic with the wind making my hair and clothes sway at just the right angle.
To get inside discreetly, shapeshifting into an animal at the moment to get into an isolated area was difficult, to say the least.
Even a rat, NYC's most famous animal would do nothing but draw attention to me the instant someone saw me would be everything but useful for my predicament.
Perhaps an object was the better bet.
A drop like my Mother? No, water vapor.
I concentrated on that mental image I had, humidity being the word of focus. My physical form became intangible as I felt light yet solid as my frame became a watery mist. I became nigh-invisible right as the suited pursuers took notice of my position.
I floated down from the air, and into the building, as the lights of the fancily designed halls illuminated the path ahead of me. The suited assailants soon followed.
Moving through the terminal, and bypassing people was much, much easier due to the fact that his body automatically moved around the crowds instead of bumping into them and slowing him down.
My vaporous form moved about the main concourse, with the monsters in suits quickly following me. These guys don't know when to quit, do they?
In the corner of my eye, I spotted the bathroom.
Yes. The perfect place for a shitstorm of ass-whooping.
Returning to my mortal state, I beelined for the restroom. At this point, about a couple dozen monsters had located my position with more from the concourse locating me as well.
This is where the fun begins.
Running into the deposit of relief, I skidded to a stop on the wet floor, hopefully from the sink and not from what I thought it was. From the smell, I was mistaken.
Damn New York Subways.
The monsters soon blocked my exit, appearing in droves as they clogged up the one way to freedom.
"You will make for a great feast. Rarely do we get such a delectable snack." One of them said.
"Well, I'm off the menu, mutt. I hope you're ready to taste all the shit you've been talking!" I slightly lowered my legs, opening my stance to become more agile.
"You have nowhere to run. Prepare to die." It assured before transforming into a hellhound. Its monstrous form snarled at me with the intent to maim and mutilate.
"None of you monsters seem to understand. I'm not stuck in here with you... You're stuck in here with me."
The hellhound charged at me, its mouth foaming in anger before it was swiftly kicked in the maw with such strength that it dissipated into dust as its body vertically cartwheeled through the air.
I beckoned the crowd with a come hither motion with my hand, to which they obliged.
More hellhounds appeared and tried to crunch my bones with their teeth.
But a stomp to the head each sent them to the ground with an unnerving stomp, flattening their skulls completely before fading into dust.
Another monster appeared, a drakon yet premature in appearance. It attempted to breathe fire in my direction yet I raised my palm and used a vacuum to not only disrupt the triangle of fuel but suck the oxygen out of its lungs, causing the monster to suffocate.
Balling my hand into a fist, I rocked it in the maw, its bloody teeth scattering across the room like a bag of beads. It turned to dust moments later.
Then, another monster transformed into a harpy, yet I grabbed her by the head and smashed it into the glass, causing it to shatter and her body to go limp, dusting into oblivion.
At this point, my enemies realized one-on-one ended in certain death, so two hellhounds, two harpies, a minor chimera, and an empousa.
The hellhounds were light work, dying from a knife-hand strike each to the neck which caused dust to spurt out of their lifeless corpses.
A 270-degree back fist clipped a harpy in the side of the neck, crushing her windpipe as she crumpled to the ground before perishing, with her partner succumbing to a palm that impaled her through the chest.
With my dust-covered hand, I quickly mustered a ball of electricity and fired it at the chimera, who flinched upon contact and staggered from the shock. Pulling my hand out of your mom- I mean, the harpy, I took advantage of the stunned monster by dropkicking it into a bathroom stall, destroying the door, and breaking the toilet in the process.
"DIE!"
A powerful gust of wind was projected from my hand and hit the monster with such force, the golden dust of its innards painted the walls yellow as the entire room was pushed back from the winds.
I turned my eyes to the imposta- Whoops. I meant, the empousa.
My mistake was due to the fact she looked like a woman, but as I blinked, she was a monster.
"Come a little closer. I can make it worth your while, mortal." She batted her eyes, her fiery hair swaying hypnotically.
My mortal shell was more susceptible to Charmspeak than my godly body, but my divine will persisted.
More specifically, Mother instructed me to create a contingency for this exact situation.
It worked like this; I blinked.
Underwhelming, sure. But to understand, we must go deeper. That's what she said.
I designed a mental IF-THEN function, so to speak. With help from my mother to imitate the effects of Charmspeak, the audial stimulus is memorized and once triggered, my brain activates a soft reset of sorts, clearing my mind and nullifying its effects.
Which happened just now through the action of a blink.
"How about it, big guy?" She shot me a playful smile, but it was already too late.
My body had resisted.
And it was time to activate my father's genetics.
The man-whore genetics.
Putting my hand through my hair, raised it up at an angle, and turned my good side slightly to the bathroom light. Half-lidded eyes and a discreet smile, with my eyes softening at her gaze.
She quickly reeled, her face slightly reddening at my actions.
"Well, if you're willing to listen, I'm trynna get em-that-pou-say~" I breathed out using my stomach, projecting my voice much deeper than usual, with a husky and rough rumble.
That enticing sound mixed with the borderline corny yet humorous line was enough to cause the monster to lose herself in her words, the red on her face spreading a clear sign of such.
"J-Just hold on a s-second!" She stuttered as she was thrown off her game.
"Second? What do you mean? Ladies first." I nearly laughed at the juvenile wordplay. "I always come second." A smug grin was offered.
"Y-You're quite the perverted one, aren't you?" She tried to regain her bearings but ultimately sounded like an amateur.
"I may or may not get it from my father." Rolling my eyes, my charming continued. "But I'll definitely be your daddy." And with a raised brow and a lip bite, her fate was sealed.
Damn, really gotta reign in the Zeus genes there. Don't wanna get in somebody's pants too quickly.
The empousa was left sputtering, never before having experienced a mortal capable of reverting her into the headspace of a high school girl.
Which was the perfect opportunity to...
Grab her by the chin with my index and thumb, staring deep into her glowing red eyes. She practically dropped her guard, too nervous and fluttery to focus.
"Just close your eyes for me, would you?" My voice cooed, to which she complied.
Before lifting her chin and cocking back my free hand, and sending a piercing chop through her neck, decapitating her.
"Sorry, but you're not my type." A dull glare emerged from my flirty facade.
Her shocked expression was the last thing she felt before her head dissipated, another one bit the dust.
A hand reached to slice my throat, being from the claws of a hellhound. I sidestepped as the beast smashed into the bathroom wall before my hand grabbed its legs and raised the underworld creature above my head, ripping it into two from the ass up with a pained outcry as its last yelp.
Gold dust flew everywhere, covering both myself and the remaining monsters who wore infuriated expressions.
"Enough games." Stretching out my hand, I created a vacuum between the nearest monster and my palm.
It was forcibly pulled as I changed hands for a swift elbow strong enough to bash its skull in with gory glory.
Suddenly, the presence of a basilisk made itself known, slithering through my feet in an attempt to flank me by spitting some flames.
It'd be cooler if it were a mixtape, but oh well.
However, I simply turned around and sent a wave of continuous gusts, causing its own attack to be sent back tenfold in a fiery blaze, disintegrating it in the process.
Since I was preoccupied, a muscular man who transformed into a cyclops attempted to grab me from behind. My body was raised off of the ground as pressure was applied to my ribs.
My mortal shell couldn't afford to take too much damage at this point, so I had to off him quickly.
Using the wind, my body rose off the ground with the cyclops. Then I pressed my body weight to make the both of us flip laterally before kicking the air with both feet like a springboard, slamming into the ground.
Spit flew from the monster, releasing me in agonizing pain with a crack on impact. Spinning rapidly from the bouncing impact, I generated electricity before directing it to my hand.
Delivering a fatal blow to his chest, dust spiraled out of the cyclops, the life fading from his eyes before his body collapsed into dust.
Rolling counterclockwise in the air, I heaved myself up before stepping back.
The charging of the remaining monsters was simultaneous and perceivably overwhelming, as one was a lot for a mortal, let alone fifteen.
But I was no mortal.
I was simply built differently.
Time slowed as blue electricity exploded from my body, my perception speeding up once more as the inverse occurred for my enemies' movement speed.
My first victim was a basilisk, who was grabbed by the tail of an isolated hand covered in wind before being swung into a sink faucet which destroyed both the plumbing and the monster's head.
Next, a cyclops was struck in five select pressure points with my fingers, as his delayed reaction proved rather humorous to observe.
After, A group of hellhounds was dispatched with a sweep kick, a back kick, an axe kick, and running up a wall before kicking off of it to execute a double piston kick to kill the last one.
Two more cyclopses were vulnerable and defeated by a jumping split kick to both of their eyes before my foot was indented into their heads.
A harpy was the nearest target, before it was kicked repeatedly in the face as gibberish escaped my mouth, stepping on her skull around twenty times before flipping off of it on the twenty-first.
I then directed my sights to a juvenile drakon, before grabbing it by the neck and sticking it into the ground. Then with a swift low kick, it was turned into a piñata without remorse.
Another basilisk was stomped into a golden splatter, followed by a hellbound's end being met with two hands ripping its mouth open, snapping it completely and insta killing it, next to a cyclops whose eye was pierced by a stream of condensed lightning that originated from a finger for a brief moment.
The last two monsters were brutally executed, an empousa's lungs being filled with air to the point they exploded not that much different to a punctured balloon, and its minor chimera colleague being slayed with a snap which caused a pillar of highly destructive lightning to fulminate the monster completely.
And with that, I returned to the realm of normal moving time.
Most of the corpsed that weren't completely destroyed exploded into dust immediately, with the exception of the cyclops who had been pressure pointed and continued to rush at me.
I did nothing but smile, taunting it further as the beast screamed at the top of his lungs.
Before he could even lay a finger, his sole eye became lifeless with all bodily function ceasing. Sidestepping, his corpse fell to the ground, before dissipating in dust.
With that, the monster horde was defeated.
The mortal had emerged victorious.
"Imagine losing to a mortal. Good luck explaining that to your boss, assholes." I snorted at the humor of the situation.
Cleaning myself of the remains left by the entrails of my enemies, I, unfortunately, discovered that nothing of value had dropped from their lifeless bodies. Either Ares was still heated about that humiliation, or my luck was just that bad.
Either way, it was nothing short of a wasted effort.
Sighing, my objective held precedence over all else.
But before I stepped foot out of the bathroom, a flushing toilet was heard.
Snapping my head, I honed in on the sound that was made from the less-than-sanitary toilets.
The middlemost door opens, and a child no older than eleven steps out of the stall.
He had tanned skin, and messy black hair that looked like he took one of those long walks on the beach. His sea-green eyes were distant with his ears plugged into what seemed to be an MP3 player.
A light blue hoodie covered his shamrock T-shirt that sported a wave pattern with some dolphins riding on the lines of his print. Denim jeans that were slightly baggy at the cut with some light-up Sketchers sneakers that stepped in the gushing water yet remained dry were definitely a cause for suspicion.
But his demeanor was oddly amateurish, willingly letting his senses be tuned out despite his situation.
Perhaps I was overthinking it.
His eyes bulged before he stepped back, looking up and seeing the damage to the bathroom, the monster remains, and then my slightly dinged clothes.
If he was truly human, he'd be seeing a hysterical scene right about now.
But what he did shocked me.
Redirecting the path of the faucet spraying water, the stream became linear and attempted to blast me off my feet.
But I erected an invisible dome of air to surround me, preventing a drop of water from touching a single fabric or hair on my body as I stood there, motionless.
Realizing my dryness, he changed his attack strategy.
Dividing the water's properties, he sprouted two tendrils of water from the busted pipe in an attempt to overwhelm me. Even going to the lengths of a sporadic pattern to disorient me from either stream.
Unfortunately for him, the windshield persisted, and all he accomplished was making the bathroom look like someone took a really long piss.
He even went to the extent of using the urine on the floor to try and ambush me, which admittedly was ingenuitive for a child of his age.
Alas, my shield did not allow him to get into the first hit club.
Realizing that his hydrokinesis was all but useful, he took out a pen and tried to thrust it through my spine.
Only for the blade to harmlessly pass through my back and out my stomach, to his horror.
"I know the Greeks invented backstabbing, but how do you mess up that badly." I turned around and faced the shocked child, his blade looking more holographic than deadly.
"I didn't know they made holographic swords. Got it from a convention?" I further questioned.
"Who are you!" The boy stepped back, defensive as he raised his useless sword.
"I am not inclined to tell you that, son of the Squid God. Also helps that you were recognized as a terrorist at some point." It was rather simple to tell whose child Barnacle Boy was.
"How do you know my dad? You're mortal!" He assumed the ignorance of my race.
"Not every mortal you come across will be unknowing of the workings of the supernatural order." I sagely gave advice, with my hands folded behind my back, akin to a kung fu master.
"No powers? No sword? Without your crutches, how will you ever defeat me" I taunted him, to which his brows furrowed and body language tensed.
"Don't act so high and mighty just because you have the advantage." The piss water bender told me. "I've defeated worse than you." He brought up.
"And who might that be?" My curiosity was perked.
"The God of War." He stated proudly.
Wait.
Was he serious?
"You think beating Casualty-of-War is an achievement? You're not the only one who did that." I folded my arms, unimpressed.
"You did too?!" It was astonishing for the boy, to see someone else, let alone a completely 'normal' human being capable of emulating his feat.
Good thing I left out the fact I felled him in two blows.
Or that I indirectly T-bagged him.
"You're trash, kid." I told him the unpleasant truth.
"But I found the Lightning Thief!" The boy pointed at himself to emphasize the importance of his achievement.
"And?" I raised a brow.
"I returned the Master Bolt!" His list carried on.
"Oh, you mean Man-Whore of Olympus' electric dildo? My bad, I thought that was up his ass the entire time. Sorry 'bout that." I joked, to which the preteen became visibly embarrassed by my choice of words.
"And the Helm of Darkness too, right?" I predicted his next feat.
"So you know about me." His flustered self faded, as he regained the seriousness of the situation.
Considering how Father complained about his existence with Uncle Poseidon so often, it would only be natural to already have the knowledge of him and his feats in my mind.
"It is harder to find someone who does not know you, Perseus Jackson." The mere mention of his full name was enough to make him grip his blade's handle tighter.
The tension between us was thick enough to cut through, which meant yet another battle was brewing...
Just what I needed.
A/N:
Chapter complete!
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