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Percy winced his eyes shut, thinking they were dead, but opened them to realize they were going through the earth. For a few more minutes, he couldn't see anything out the magic bubble, then the spheres broke through the ocean floor as the four soared upwards through the water. With a whoosh, they broke through the surface, in the middle of Santa Monica Bay, knocking a surfer off his board with an indignant, "Dude!"

Percy grabbed Grover and hauled him over to a life buoy. He looked around for ANnabeth, but Damian already had her. A curious shark was circling them, a great white about eleven feet long.

Percy said, "Beat it."

The shark turned and raced away.

The surfer screamed something about bad mushrooms and paddled away from them as fast as he could.

Percy wondered what time it was, thankfully Damian took a quick look at the sky and informed them that it was early morning.

Meaning it was June 21, the day of the summer solstice.

In the distance, Los Angeles was on fire, plumes of smoke rising from neighborhoods all over the city. There had been an earthquake, all right, and it was Hades' fault. He was probably sending an army of the dead after them right now.

But at the moment, the Underworld wasn't their biggest problem.

They had to get to shore and get Zeus' Master Bolt back to Olympus.

And Damian and Percy were fixing to have a little chat with Ares.

A Coast Guard boat picked the questers up, but they were too busy to keep them for long, or to wonder how four kids in street clothes had gotten out into the middle of the bay. There was a disaster to mop up. Their radios were jammed with distress calls.

They dropped the questers off at the Santa Monica Pier with towels around their shoulders and water bottles that said I'M A JUNIOR COAST GUARD! and sped off to save more people.

Their clothes were sopping wet, even Percy's. He had willed himself to get wet, so as not to raise suspicion. The hydrokinetic demigod was also barefoot, because he'd given his shoes to Grover. Better the Coast Guard wonder why one of them was barefoot then wonder why one of them had hooves.

After reaching dry land, they stumbled down the beach, watching the city burn against a beautiful sunrise. It was as if they'd just come back from the dead — which they had. Percy's backpack was heavy with Zeus' master bolt. His heart was even heavier from seeing his mother.

"I don't believe it," Annabeth exclaimed. "We went all that way—"

"It was a trick," Percy cut in, annoyed. "A strategy worthy of Athena."

"Hey," she warned.

"You get it, don't you?"

She dropped her eyes, her anger fading. "Yeah. I get it."

"Well, I don't!" Grover complained. "Would somebody—"

"Someone is going to get an ass kicking." Damian growled, pissed that they had been played this whole time.

"Percy..." Annabeth began, laying a comforting hand lightly on his shoulder. "I'm sorry about your mother. I'm so sorry..."

He pretended not to hear her, if he thought back on it, he might actually start crying like some little kid.

"The prophecy was right," Percy continued, ignoring the weight on his shoulders. "You shall go west and face the god who has turned.' But it wasn't Hades. Hades didn't want war among the Big Three. Someone else had pulled off the theft. Someone stole Zeus' master bolt, and Hades' helm, and framed me because I'm Poseidon's kid. Poseidon will get blamed by both sides. By sundown today, there will be a three-way war. And I'll have caused it."

Grover shook his head, mystified. "But who would be that sneaky? Who would want war that bad?"

Damian stopped as he stared down the beach. "Only one person."

There he was, waiting for them, in his black leather duster and his sunglasses, an aluminum baseball bat propped on his shoulder. His motorcycle rumbled beside him, its headlight turning the sand red.

"Hey, kids," Ares greeted, seeming genuinely pleased to see them. "You were supposed to die."

A gunshot went off and the headlight on the motorcycle was shattered.

"Whoops." Damian said sarcastically while lowering the smoking gun.

Ares' jaw tightened as he seemed to glare at Andi under his wraparound shades.

The girl just gave him the finger with a big smile on her face.

"You tricked us," Percy accused with gritted teeth, his hand clenched on the strap of the backpack. "You stole the helm and the master bolt."

Ares turned to him and grinned. "Well, now, I didn't steal them personally. Gods taking each other's symbols of power — that's a big no-no. But you're not the only hero in the world who can run errands."

"Who did you use? Clarisse? She was there at the winter solstice." Percy demanded of his warmongering cousin.

"Doesn't matter. The point is, punk, you're impeding the war effort which I have been trying to set up for a little while now. See, you and your band of merry men were supposed to die in the Underworld but it seems old corpse breath has gotten soft in his old age. Then Old Seaweed will be mad at Hades for killing you. Corpse Breath will have Zeus's master bolt, so Zeus will be mad at him. And Hades is still looking for this …"

Ares dug into one of his pockets and pulled out a sky cap which made the others raised an eyebrow at him think that Ares getting more and more stupid?

However as he pulled it out, the cap turned into a bronze color helmet and placed it between the handle bars on his motor bike.

"The Helm of Darkness." Grover called out, shocked to see it as the others all laid their eyes on the ancient weapon of Hades.

"Exactly." Ares said. "Now where was I? Oh yeah, Hades will be mad at both Zeus and Poseidon, because he doesn't know who took this. Pretty soon, we got a nice little three-way slug fest going."

"There your own family. How can you want your own family to fight each other? What the hell is wrong with you? Do you really want to have to fight your uncles or your brother and sisters?" Damian asked, glaring daggers at Ares.

Ares thought simple shrugged and snorted. "Like I give a damn. The best kinds of wars are family ones. They are the bloodiest after all. Besides I have always wanted to take old seaweed and corpse breath uncle down a peg, not to mention my foolish brothers and sisters. What my father was thinking ever conceiving them is a mystery to me. Nothing like watching your stupid relatives fights, I always say."

"You're fucked in the head, Ares." Damian spat, disgusted.

"You gave me the backpack in Denver," Percy interjected, taking over the conversation. "The master bolt was in there the whole time."

"Yes and no," Ares replied, still glaring at Damian for the comment. "It's probably too complicated for your little mortal brain to follow, but the backpack is the master bolt's sheath, just morphed a bit. The bolt is connected to it, sort of like that sword you got, kid. It always returns to your pocket, right?"

Percy wasn't sure how he knew that, but it was safe to say Ares probably knew everything about a weapon due to being the war god.

"Anyway," Ares continued, "I tinkered with the magic a bit, so the bolt would only return to the sheath once you reached the Underworld. You get close to Hades... Bingo, you got mail. If you died along the way — no loss. I still had the weapon."

"But why not just keep the master bolt for yourself?" Percy asked questioningly. "Why send it to Hades?"

Ares got a twitch in his jaw. For a moment, it was almost as if he were listening to another voice, deep inside his head. "Why didn't I...yeah ...with that kind of firepower..."

He held the trance for one second...two seconds...

The son of the sea exchanged nervous looks with Damian.

Ares' face cleared. "I didn't want the trouble. Better to have you caught red-handed, holding the thing."

"You're lying," Percy argued, a smirk coming to his face. "Sending the bolt to the Underworld wasn't your idea, was it?"

"Of course it was!" Smoke drifted up from his sunglasses, as if they were about to catch fire.

"You didn't order the theft," the boy guessed. "Someone else sent a hero to steal the two items. Then, when Zeus sent you to hunt him down, you caught the thief. But you didn't turn him over to Zeus. Something convinced you to let him go. You kept the items until another hero could come along and complete the delivery. That thing in the pit is ordering you around."

"I am the god of war! I take orders from nobody! I don't have dreams!"

Percy hesitated as Damian's eyes widened. "Who said anything about dreams?" the boy asked.

Ares looked agitated, but he tried to cover it with a smirk.

"Let's get back to the problem at hand, kids. You're alive. I can't have you taking that bolt to Olympus. Either of you just might get those hard-headed idiots to listen. So I've got to kill you. Nothing personal."

He snapped his fingers and the sand exploded at his feet. From the cloud of sand, out charged a wild boar, even larger and uglier than the one whose head hung above the door of cabin five at Camp Half-Blood. The beast pawed the sand, glaring at them with beady eyes as it lowered its razor-sharp tusks and waited for the command to kill.

Percy slowly stepped into the surf. "Fight me yourself, Ares."

"Oh hell no." Damian said, summoning Judgement and taking it off his back. "I'm getting in on this. I've been wanting to punch his face in since the diner, and now I'm getting the chance."

Ares chuckled. "Good boy. Any chance to piss of Arte is okay in my books, so I'll take her first and only son away from her."

Damian's eyes narrowed. "Percy, let's get rid of the pig quickly so we can deal with this asshole."

"Right." Percy nodded and looked at the boar. "Wave!"

Immediately, a wave surged up from nowhere and engulfed the boar, wrapping around it like a blanket. The beast squealed once in terror, then it was gone, swallowed by the sea.

"Lucky shot brat. Now I am kicking your ass big time." Ares declared as his baseball bat turned into a giant sword with a skull at the end of the handle. Ares needed to hands to wield it because it was so large. Damian had to admit, it almost looked like Rebellion... but Rebellion was much cooler.

"Bring it on, asshole!" Both Damian and Percy shouted.

"Oh gods what do we do?" Grover asked as he had his hands on his head. He felt so useless right now.

"We watch and we provide morale support. As much as I hate to admit it, if we fight we will just get in the way. This is their fight. Remember what Percy said. He and another would fight the god that is turned. Well... this is it." Annabeth said as she and Grover stood away from the battle site and prayed that their two friends could pull off the impossible.

"Say goodbye, you little punks." Ares came toward them, his black leather duster trailing behind him, his sword glinting like fire in the sunrise. "I've been fighting for eternity, kiddies. My strength is unlimited and I cannot die. What have you got?"

"We got friends." Damian and Percy said before they dove to the opposite sides to avoid the God of War's sword when he swung it at them. Percy went into the water, getting a surge of power, while Damian went on the offensive in attacking Ares who locked blades with his.

Their blades were almost blurs as they swung them, with nothing but the metallic sound of swords clashing echoing next to the grunts Damian and Ares met out when swinging their weapons. At some points, sparks flew as their swords clashed, before Ares tried kicking Damian back with his boot but the son of Artemis jumped back to avoid only to quickly go back in and clobber Ares in the face, breaking his sunglasses in the process.

Taking advantage, Damian jumped and tried bringing his knee into Ares' face only for the God of War to block with his elbow and shove Damian back.

"That all, brat?" Ares taunted.

"We haven't even gotten started, shitface." Damian retorted as Percy now appeared and swung Riptide at Ares.

Damian got back up and joined Percy in pushing Ares back as the two worked as a team to battle Ares.

As they fought Ares, Annabeth and Grover looked at the two in wonder. They had seen the two do amazing things in their time with them but this was by far the most amazing. They were actually able to fight Ares on even ground by working together.

Ares was backing up as the two demigods moved forward, blocking their strikes with ease. Percy then lashed out and stomped on Ares' foot, causing the god to grunt. Damian rolled over Percy's back and swung his sword, getting a cut across Ares' chest. Percy then came forward and landed a slash to the side of Ares before both surged forward and stabbed their swords through Ares' stomach.

"Little... brats!" Ares roared, punching Percy in the face, then grabbed Damian and gave him a nasty headbutt that forced him back. Ares ripped their weapons from his body, only to grunt when an arrow struck him in the left shoulder and he glared at Damian who smirked at him. Percy took the chance to grab their swords, tossing Judgement to Damian who caught it while shouldering his bow.

Damian leaped fourth, rapidly kicking Ares in mid-air which forced the God of War back even as he tried blocking Damian's kicks with his arms. Percy quickly got around the god and tripped him up, sending him onto his back but he rolled backwards and got straight back to his feet, growling in anger at that humiliation.

"Guys!" Annabeth yelled. "Cops!"

Damian looked over and saw red lights flashing on the shoreline boulevard. Car doors were slamming.

"There, officer!" Somebody yelled. "See?"

A gruff voice, probably a cop, called out, "Looks like that kid on TV...what the heck ..."

"That guy's armed," Likely another cop said. "Call for backup."

Ares swung his sword at the two, making Damian and Percy block with their blades. However, the strength behind was so great it caused the two to be knocked back five meters and land back on the sand.

For the next five minutes, Ares began picking apart Damian and Percy, using his thousands of years of experience in fighting to his advantage. Even Damian with all his training was finding it difficult to fight the god.

He may have hated Ares but Damian had to admit that in a fight, Ares knows his stuff.

Ares was out maneuvering both of them and was making sure to keep Percy away from the ocean since he knew of the strength it gave him while he kept turning to Damian every couple of seconds, making sure the white-haired demon hunter couldn't go for ranged attacks or sneak attacks.

Percy went to thrust his sword into Ares' gut but Ares stepped aside, letting the blade got past him, before he managed to knock Riptide out of his hands and then backhand Percy to the ground.

"Percy!" Damian called out for his downed friend but by doing that he slipped up and gave Ares an opening.

"Bad move, brat!" Ares said and punched Damian in the stomach, causing him to lurch forward, then Ares clocked him in the face, followed by an uppercut that sent Damian off his feet, his sword flying out his hand as he landed on the sand. Ares caught Judgement, and, without hesitation, stabbed the blade directly through Damian's chest and into the sand, causing a lot of blood to gush out onto the sand and stain Damian's clothing.

"DAMIAN!" Annabeth screamed in terror, her eyes wide. Her mind flashed back to the night of Thalia's death and she almost ran forward to go help Damian, but Grover held her back. As much as he wanted to help, Ares would only target them if they interfered.

Percy sat up with a groan and his eyes widened when seeing Damian pinned to the sand with his sword deeply buried in him.

"D-Damn..." Damian grunted in pain as he tried to remove his sword but Ares slammed the top of the pommel repeatedly, digging it further through Damian and into the sand. The son of Artemis coughed some blood out of his mouth but he maintained his fierce glare on the God of War, even as his vision started to darken due to blood loss. The wound couldn't properly heal while the sword was still through him.

"Weak." Ares snorted, raising his sword to finish Damian off with a decapitation, but his blade was stopped by Riptide's.

"Fight me!" Percy demanded, angry at what Ares had done to Damian.

Meanwhile, in Yellowstone Park, Artemis stood and watched as her Hunters packed everything up.

"Do you have everything ready, girls?" She asked.

"Yes, my lady." They all called out. All the hunters were standing in front of her, including Phoebe and Elizabeth who Damian had met back in L.A. When they had returned they had informed Artemis and the others about their run in with Damian.

Artemis was happy that her son was okay since she was aware he had been caught in the trap at the Lotus Hotel and Casino. Though she was happy to have been able to help him for once by helping him see through its trick.

Plus, she smiled brightly when he had called her hunters his sisters since she had been hoping that Damian would see them as such.

While some of the hunters didn't mind and even let a small smiles appear on their faces, others scowled at being called sister by him. Including her lieutenant Zoë who did not take too kindly to being called it.

"Alright, girls, lets head out." Artemis said as she and the hunters began to move away from their previous camp towards their next mission. Her father had sent her a mission to carry to get rid of a drakon that had been causing problems down in New Mexico and that was where she and her hunters were headed.

However, before they could go too far, a bright yellow light appeared beside them causing the hunters to cover their eyes while Artemis stared at it with an annoyed expression.

"What are you doing here, Apollo?" She asked as the hunters scowled at who it was as Apollo appeared in front of them. Although, they were caught a little off guard when they saw he was wearing a serious expression on his face.

"Artemis." he said standing in front of his sister. "The Master Bolt has been found. It turns out Ares was the one that had it all along." He said, surprising her.

"Why am I not surprised. That fool no doubt tried to start a war with it I'm guessing?" She asked as Apollo nodded.

"I and the other gods have been watching and he has done something you are not going to like." He said, unconsciously taking a step back.

"Why? What has that fool done?" she asked getting her and the others curious.

Apollo sighed. He knew his sister was not going to like this. "Ares is currently on Santa Monica beach in L.A and is currently fighting Percy Jackson and...your son Damian."

The hunters gasped hearing their Lady's son was fighting the God of War while Artemis's expression went from a confused one to one full of rage.

"HE'S WHAT?!" She roared out as her eyes began to glow silver with silver wisps forming around them.

She waved her hand making an iris message appear in front of them and told it to show them Santa Monica bay.

They waited patiently as they for the image to become clear to them. When it did the hunters all gasped loudly while Artemis' eyes widened with a mix of fear, worry and anger. Apollo was feeling the same.

They had just tuned into the fight just as Ares drove Damian's own sword through the boy's chest, burying it deep so he was stuck to the sand with Damian passing out due to blood loss.

They all looked at Artemis worriedly and saw her hair was covering her eyes and her whole frame was shaking. "H-He hurt my baby boy..." She whispered furiously as power around her began to pick up. Oh, how she wanted to rip Ares apart right now.

She was about to teleport to that location and beat Ares to death but before she could, Apollo grabbed hold of his sister. The hunters began aiming their arrows at him for touching their mistress.

"You can't." he said quietly. He knew how much she wanted to beat Ares right now because he did too. But he knew they could not interfere.

Artemis gave him a pleading look. "He hurt him." she whispered back with a pleading look on her face that Apollo had never seen in his sister before. "He hurt my baby..."

All she could see, aside from red, was the day Damian had been born. The baby she held in her arms.

"I know but we can't interfere, you know that." Apollo reminded her, even though he wanted to go save Damian before he died.

"Look!" One of the Hunters shouted, causing all eyes to be directed to the image of the fight.

As Ares was manhandling Percy, even nearly hurting innocents just because they might've interfered in the fight, Damian's motionless body began to twitch. His hand started twitchting, then it clenched into a tight fist. An aura of power started to flow, causing Ares to pause in his attack on Percy and slowly turn in Damian's direction with wide eyes, causing Percy, Annabeth and Grover to do the same.

Their eyes widened in relief when they saw Damian was moving.

"Impossible!" Ares shook his head. "You should be dead! Bled out by now!"

They watched as Damian reached up and grabbed Judgement, pulling the sword halfway out of his body until it had been removed from the sand which allowed him to fully stand, the sword still impaled through his stomach. Each breath he took was heavy as a silver and red aura came off his body, he closed his eyes, then threw his head back as he was engulfed in a silver/red light.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

When the light died down, the eyes of Ares, Percy, Annabeth, Grover's, the spectators watching on the sidelines (As well as Artemis, Apollo and the Hunters... even the Gods on Olympus watching) all widened when they saw that Damian had transformed... into a demon.

He very much resembled his father's Devil Trigger, but his body was as silver as his eyes, but with bits of red here and there. His eyes were different colurs, one was red, the other was silver. He had four wings with red highlights yet they were mainly a silver colour.

"What... what is this?!" Ares demanded as he took a step back. "What are you?!"

"I..." The transformed Damian lifted his head, eyes glaring darkly at Ares. Even his voice had changed, sounded more deeper, dark... and demonic. "I'm the one who's going to fuck you up, War God."

"Try it, punk!" Ares challenged and charged with a war cry.

With a boom, Damian went supersonic and was right in front of Ares, backhanding him. The God of War went right off his feet and crashed along the sand with grunts as he rolled. He got to his feet, spitting some sand out of his mouth.

He glared at Damian. "Lucky sho-"

He was cut off when Damian blitzed towards him again, grabbed him by the neck, lifted him off his feet and slammed him repeatedly into the sand before throwing him across the beach again. Damian flew forward at incredible speeds, punched Ares in the face, then slammed him to the sand where he rained down punch after punch on Ares, picked him up then slammed him into the sand again.

Ares groaned but was fighting back to his feet, only to see a pair of legs in front of him and he looked up only to be grabbed and tossed high into the air. Damian then flew up and then delivered one punch straight to Ares' stomach that sent the God of War crashing into the sand. Hard.

Damian flew down and watched Ares crawl out of the hole made from the impact.

"Is... is that it?!" Ares yelled, stumbling to his feet. "C'mon! Where's your big finish?!"

Damian smirked and pointed to Percy, who had moved into the sea at some point. "If anyone's going to finish you off, it's him."

Ares turned and his eyes widened when he saw Percy half submerged in water.

Percy felt the rhythm of the sea, the waves growing larger as the tide rolled in, and suddenly he had an idea. Little waves, he thought. And the water behind him seemed to recede. He was holding back the tide by force of will, but tension was building, like carbonation behind a cork.

Ares came toward, grinning confidently. Percy lowered his blade, as if he were too exhausted to go on. Wait for it, he told the sea. The pressure now was almost lifting him off his feet. Ares raised his sword. Percy released the tide and jumped, rocketing straight over Ares on a wave.

A six-foot wall of water smashed him full in the face, leaving him cursing and sputtering with a mouth full of seaweed. Percy landed behind him with a splash and feinted toward his head, as he'd done before. He turned in time to raise his sword, but this time he was disoriented, he didn't anticipate the trick. Percy changed direction, lunged to the side, and stabbed Riptide straight down into the water, sending the point through the god's heel.

The roar that followed made Hades's earthquake look like a minor event. The very sea was blasted back from Ares, leaving a wet circle of sand fifty feet wide.

Ichor, the golden blood of the gods, flowed from a gash in the war god's boot. The expression on his face was beyond hatred. It was pain, shock, complete disbelief that he'd been wounded.

He limped toward Percy and Damian, muttering ancient Greek curses.

Something stopped him.

It was as if a cloud covered the sun, but worse. Light faded. Sound and color drained away. A cold, heavy presence passed over the beach, slowing time, dropping the temperature to freezing, and making me feel like life was hopeless, fighting was useless.

The darkness lifted.

Ares looked stunned.

Police cars were burning behind them. The crowd of spectators had fled. Annabeth and Grover stood on the beach, in shock, watching the water flood back around Ares's feet, his glowing golden ichor dissipating in the tide.

Ares lowered his sword.

"You have made an enemy, godlings," He told them. "You have sealed your fate. Every time you raise your blade in battle, every time you hope for success, you will feel my curse. Beware, Perseus Jackson, Damian Redgrave. Beware."

His body began to glow.

'''Percy!" Annabeth shouted. "Don't watch!"

Percy and Damian turned away as the god Ares revealed his true immortal form. They somehow knew that if they looked, they would disintegrate into ashes.

The light died.

They looked back. Ares was gone. The tide rolled out to reveal Hades's bronze helm of darkness. Damian walked forward and picked it up, changing back from demon form to human form in a flash of silver-red light, panting exhaustedly.

"Well... that was a fight." He commented.

However, before they could completely relax they heard the flapping of leathery wings. They turned their heads and saw Mrs. Dodds and the other two furies land beside them.

"We saw the whole thing," she hissed. "So ... it truly was not you?" she said looking at Percy

Percy nodded, taking the helm from Damian and tossed it to her, which she caught in surprise.

"Return that to Lord Hades," Percy said. "Tell him the truth. Tell him to call off the war."

"That sounds nice." Damian mumbled, looking like he was about to fall asleep. Fighting a god and unlocking his Devil Trigger had been exhausting.

"Live well, Percy Jackson, Damian Redgrave. Become true heroes. Because if you do not, if you ever come into my clutches again …"

"Yeah, yeah, we go it, we got it." Damian waved trying to get some rest.

The three Furies then took to the skies before disappearing as Annabeth and Grover ran over towards them.

"THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!" Grover shouted as he crushed the two in a giant hug that made them wince a little. It would be a while before they would feel back to normal again.

"And terrifying!" Annabeth said, slamming into Damian in a big hug that made him grunt but he hugged her back. "But you.., what... I mean..."

"Yeah, so did I." Damian said tiredly, running a hand through his hair. "I guess... I unlocked my Devil Trigger."

"Devil Trigger?" Percy asked curiously.

"Well, my dad's half-demon, and he had his Devil power unlocked when he was stabbed through the chest with his own sword by uncle Vergil." Damian explained, causing his friends' eyes to widen. "I may have little demon blood within me due to the human and demigod side, but it seems I too have demon power in my veins... as evidenced by my Devil Trigger awakening. And what do you know, I had to be stabbed with my own sword to unlock it."

"Did you guys feel that... whatever it was?" Percy asked.

They all nodded uneasily.

"It must have been the Furies overhead," Grover said though everyone did not looked convinced.

"We have to get back to New York," Percy said as he held the backpack that had the Master Bolt inside. "We have to be back by tonight."

"That's impossible," Annabeth said, "unless we—"

"Fly," Percy answered, getting uneasy looks from everyone while Damian nodded.

"It's the fastest way back and unless Zeus wants to lose his toy once again then he won't risk blasting Percy out of the sky." Damian answered as Annabeth and Grover contemplated it.

"Come on." Percy said as he began to walk away from the beach with everyone else. "Time to get this back to Olympus."

And that's it for this chapter. Looks like Damian unlocked his Devil Trigger, which I always have happen during the fight with Ares. It wouldn't be a Devil May Cry crossover if the MC wasn't unlocking some kind of demon power, right? I mean, Nero got all his stuff, so it's Damian's turn. Of course, Damian's Devil trigger form is a mix of silver and red, representing his parents.