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Mortals, they really are weird beings, only accepting their own reality of things. Then again, Hecate really did do some amazing work, it seemed, with the Mist.
According to the L.A. news, the explosion at the Santa Monica beach had been caused when a crazy kidnapper fired a shotgun at a police car. He accidentally hit a gas main that had ruptured during the earthquake.
This crazy kidnapper (a.k.a. Ares) was the same man who had abducted poor little Percy Jackson and three other adolescents in New York and brought them across the country on a ten-day odyssey of terror.
The Grey Hound incident? Merely an attempt to get away from their 'captor'. People were wondering how they could not remember seeing him. The blowing up of the Arch? Why, the crazy man of course! Then that waitress in Denver had seen the terrible man threaten the young abductees outside the diner she worked at. Finally, brave Percy Jackson (Damian jokingly said that was a bit of a stretch of the word) and Damian Redgrave had each stolen a gun from their captor in Los Angeles and battled him in a gunfight on the beach. Police had arrived just in time. But in the spectacular explosion, five police cars had been destroyed and the captor had fled. Thankfully, no fatalities had occurred, and Percy Jackson and his three friends were safely in police custody.
The reporters fed the questers the whole story. They just nodded and acted tearful and exhausted (which wasn't hard), and played victimized kids for the cameras. The crowd was eating out of Damian's hands as he spoke to the reporters.
Especially his claims of the crazy man being too interested in them. Percy couldn't stop laughing which he only just managed to muffle and so keep up his 'victim' persona. It wasn't that funny, it was just Damian paying her uncle back for the comments about his parents and stabbing him with his own sword.
Percy gave a moving speech about his gross step-dad and said that the man would give free appliances if enough people raised enough money for them to get a plane ride back to New York. It worked, and within the hour, they were on a flight back to New York City.
Takeoff was a nightmare for Percy and the turbulence during the flight was just as bad. After about three bouts of it, Damian (who was trying to sleep as he was exhausted from fighting Ares and unlocking his Devil Trigger) told 'Grandpa Zeus' if they didn't have a smooth flight, he'll either toss his nightlight off the plane or flush his boom stick down a toilet.
It was smooth sailing from then on until they touched down safely at La Guardia. The local press was waiting for them outside security, but they managed to evade them thanks to Annabeth, who lured them away in her invisible Yankees cap, shouting, "they're over by the frozen yogurt! Come on!" then rejoined them at baggage claim.
They split up at the taxi stand. Percy told Annabeth and Grover to get back to Half-Blood Hill and let Chiron know what had happened as Damian called for a cab. They protested, and it was hard to let them go after all they'd been through, but this last part was for them, getting Zeus and Poseidon to stop their bitch fit.
So they hopped into the taxi and headed into Manhattan.
Thirty minutes later, they walked into the lobby of the Empire State Building.
They must have looked like homeless kids, with their tattered clothes and their cuts and bruises, well Percy had those while Damian's wounds had healed qcompletely, though the dried blood stains made up for it. Plus, they had barely slept in at least twenty-four hours.
"Percy, there's something off about the guy at the security desk." Damian whispered to Percy as he eyed the guard suspiciously.
"Monster?" Percy asked warily.
"He doesn't smell like one. Follow my lead, ok?" At receiving Percy's nod, the son of Artemis walked up to the security desk.
"Wassup, Damian Redgrave, son of Artemis, grandson of Zeus," He said, then pointed to his friend, "and Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon. We're here to see my old man about his nightlight."
The sky boomed.
Damian ignored it as Percy said, "Six hundredth floor, please."
The guy was reading a huge book with a picture of a wizard on the front, it looked like Lord of the Rings."No such floor, kiddies."
Damian grabbed the top of the book, and threw it over his head. The guard was about to say something, but was silenced when Damian put a finger to his mouth, "Listen pal, I'm tired, I've barely managed to sleep because grandpa is so stingy about his nephew being in his domain."
The sky boomed again but Damian ignored it.
"So, you're going to let us go up to the top floor where we can get to Olympus, and you'll do so without complaint or I'll drag you up with us and toss you off from the very top of this building. And if you survive that, I'll come back down, I'll bleed you, real quiet, then leave you in the gutter." Damian said with a blank face. "Got that?"
"…Can I see the bolt?" he asked with a gulp.
Percy slung off the backpack and opened it, showing the Master Bolt.
The man couldn't hand Damian a keycard fast enough. "Insert this in the security slot. Make sure nobody else is in the elevator with you."
And so they did, as soon as the elevator doors closed, Damian slipped the key into the slot. The card disappeared and a new button appeared on the console, a red one that said 600.
Percy reached over and pressed it, which made Damian groan jokingly. He wanted to press the red button. And so they waited, and waited.
Muzak played. "Raindrops keep falling on my head..."
"They should invest in better elevator music." Damian commented. "Like Heavy Metal or some shit. Maybe AC/DC, Metallica, or Disturbed."
Finally, the elevator dinged and the doors slid open. They stepped out and Percy almost had a heart attack while Damian was whistling in awe.
They were standing on a narrow stone walkway in the middle of the air. Below them was Manhattan, from the height of an airplane. In front of them, white marble steps wound up the spine of a cloud, into the sky. Their eyes followed the stairway to its end, Mount Olympus really was here and it was beautiful beyond words.
From the top of the clouds rose the decapitated peak of a mountain, its summit covered with snow. Clinging to the mountainside were dozens of multileveled palaces - a city of mansions - all with white-columned porticos, gilded terraces, and bronze braziers glowing with a thousand fires. Roads wound crazily up to the peak, where the largest palace gleamed against the snow. Precariously perched gardens bloomed with olive trees and rosebushes. They could make out an open-air market filled with colorful tents, a stone amphitheater built on one side of the mountain, a hippodrome and a coliseum on the other. It was an Ancient Greek city, except it wasn't in ruins. It was new, and clean, and colorful, the way Athens must've looked twenty-five hundred years ago or something.
You'd think something like this, a mountain palace anchored to the Empire State Building would be impossible. But here it was…and it was absolutely stunning.
It left the pre-teens in a daze, walking through Olympus that is. They passed some giggling wood nymphs who threw olives at them playfully from their garden. Hawkers in the market offered to sell them ambrosia-on-a-stick, a new shield, or a genuine glitter-weave replica of the Golden Fleece, as seen on Hephaestus-TV. The nine muses were tuning their instruments for a concert in the park while a small crowd gathered; satyrs and naiads and a bunch of good-looking teenagers who must've been minor gods and goddesses. Nobody seemed worried about an impending civil war. In fact, everybody seemed in a festive mood. Several of them turned to watch the demigods pass, and whispered to themselves.
They climbed the main road, toward the big palace at the peak. It was a reverse copy of the palace in the Underworld.
There, everything had been black and bronze. Here, everything glittered white and silver.
Damian realized Hades must've built his palace to resemble this one. He wasn't welcomed in Olympus except on the winter solstice, so he'd built his own Olympus underground. It was then the girl felt sorry for her uncle, to be cast away from his family? It must be painful, no wonder he seemed so bitter.
Steps led up to a central courtyard. Past that, the throne room.
Room really isn't the right word. Massive columns rose to a domed ceiling, which was gilded with moving constellations.
Twelve thrones, built for beings the size of Hades, were arranged in an inverted U, just like the cabins at Camp Half-Blood. An enormous fire crackled in the central hearth pit. The thrones were empty except for two at the end: the head throne on the right, and the one to its immediate left. They could already tell who they were, and they made no motion or anything, no doubt awaiting the preteens to come forward themselves.
The gods were in giant human form, as Hades had been, but you could barely look at them without feeling a tingle, as if your body were starting to burn.
Zeus was the first they laid eyes on. His face was proud and handsome, but grim, with eyes glowing a stormy grey; his well-trimmed beard, marbled grey and black like a storm cloud, hid his mouth from view, though Damian guessed that he was frowning. Sitting stiffly in a throne of pure, shining platinum in his crisp, pinstriped suit, Zeus fit the stereotypical image of a stern, authoritative ruler.
As the demigods got closer to the god, the air crackled and the twang of ozone began to fill the air. It felt incredibly oppressive to the girl, like just being near the man made the power she herself had seem so tiny, so insignificant. It was frightening to say the least.
The god sitting next to him was his, without a doubt, brother; but he was dressed very differently. He seemed like some regular beachgoer, someone who would just go out and enjoy the scenery the ocean gave. He wore leather sandals, khaki Bermuda shorts, and a Tommy Bahama shirt with coconuts and multi-colored parrots all over it. His skin was deeply tanned, his hands scarred like an old-time fisherman's. His hair was black, a family trait it seemed. His face was set in a brood that made him seem like a rebel. But his eyes, sea green just like Percy's, were surrounded by sun-crinkles, like he smiled a lot, too.
His throne was a deep-sea fisherman's chair. It was the simple swiveling kind, with a black leather seat and a built-in holster for a fishing pole. Instead of a pole though, the holster held a bronze trident, flickering with green light around the tips and smelling faintly of sea salt.
The gods weren't moving or speaking, but there was tension in the air, as if they'd just finished an argument.
Unable to resist, Damian shot Percy a wink and announced. "Wassup Grandpa Zeus?"
Percy had to stifle his laughter and turn away at the surprised expression that came onto Zeus' face, while Poseidon did not bother restraining himself and chuckled in amusement.
Zeus inhaled deeply then exhaled. "Grandson."
Percy bowed to his father. "Father."
To his left, Zeus spoke. "Should you not address the master of this house first, boy?"
Percy kept his head down, and waited.
"Peace, brother," Poseidon finally said, "the boy defers to his father. This is only right. Your grandson addressed you first, did he not?"
"At least he knows who to address first." Zeus countered, causing Damian to roll his eyes which Poseidon noticed and smirked at internally.
"I have spared him once already," Zeus grumbled. "Daring to fly through my domain ... pah! I should have blasted him out of the sky for his impudence."
"Then you would not only have lost your toy, you'd have Artemis angry at you." Poseidon said with a smirk as Zeus glared at him. "And we both know you don't like having one of your princesses mad at you. She's always infuriated with Ares and paid him a visit."
'Kick his ass, Mom.' Damian thought with a proud smirk.
"Perseus," Poseidon said. "Look at me."
Percy did so.
"Address Lord Zeus, boy," Poseidon instructed. "Tell him your story."
So that's exactly what they did. Percy told the main part of the story with Damian chipping in when it was necessary of when Percy forgot something. They explained Ares' treachery and fooling them into carrying the bolt without knowing it.
When the story was finished Percy handed the Master Bolt back to Zeus, back to where it belonged. Zeus looked it over to make sure it was the real thing before he smiled. The bolt then changed into a javelin like weapon that was raised to about twenty feet high and the power that came of it made everyone's hair stand on end.
"I sense the boy tells the truth," Zeus muttered. "But that Ares would do such a thing ... it is most unlike him."
"He is proud and impulsive," Poseidon said. "It runs in the family."
Zeus glared at him.
"Lord?" I asked.
They both said, "Yes?"
Damian snorted in amusement, getting a glare from Zeus and an amused look from Poseidon.
"Ares didn't act alone. Someone else—something else— came up with the idea."
He described his dreams, and the feeling he had on the beach, that momentary breath of evil that had seemed to stop the world, and made Ares back off from killing him and Damian. The young demon hunter nodded, saying he had felt it as well.
"In the dreams," Percy said, "the voice told me to bring the bolt to the Underworld. Ares hinted that he'd been having dreams, too. I think he was being used, just as I was, to start a war."
"So you are accusing Hades?" Zeus said but both boys shook their head.
"No sir." Damian said. "Although Hades' presence is pretty scary to say the least, the feeling we had from whatever it was was much worse. A lot more evil and older."
The two elder gods looked at each other and began to speak in Greek with each other. Although neither boys had studied much of their Greek language yet since they left the camp pretty quickly they did recognize just one word.
Father.
That word alone confirmed what Damian and Annabeth had been thinking and would be mentioning it to her later.
Poseidon made some kind of suggestion, but Zeus cut him off. Poseidon tried to argue. Zeus held up his hand angrily. "We will speak of this no more." Zeus said. No doubt the king was going to be stubborn about this.
Zeus then stood up from his throne "I must go personally to purify this thunderbolt in the waters of Lemnos, to remove the human taint from its metal."
"I do not trust you, Perseus Jackson. Damian Redgrave, I do not like what your arrival means for the future of Olympus. But for the sake of peace in the family, I shall let you live."
The others nodded. Thunder shook the palace. With a blinding flash of lightning, Zeus was gone.
"What a drama queen." Damian commented, getting a chuckle from Poseidon.
"He's always had a flair for the dramatics." The God of the Sea nodded.
"Sir, what was in that pit?" Percy asked after an uncomfortable silence.
"Have you not guessed?" Poseidon asked.
"Kronos, the King of the Titans." Damian said seriously.
Even in the throne room of Olympus, far away from Tartarus, the name Kronos darkened the room, made the hearth fire seem not quite so warm on Damian and Percy's backs.
Poseidon gripped his trident. "In the First War, children, Zeus cut our father Kronos into a thousand pieces, just as Kronos had done to his own father, Ouranos. Zeus cast Kronos's remains into the darkest pit of Tartarus. The Titan army was scattered, their mountain fortress on Etna destroyed, their monstrous allies driven to the farthest corners of the earth. And yet Titans cannot die, any more than we gods can. Whatever is left of Kronos is still alive in some hideous way, still conscious in his eternal pain, still hungering for power."
"He's healing," Percy said. "He's coming back."
Poseidon shook his head. "From time to time, over the eons, Kronos has stirred. He enters men's nightmares and breathes evil thoughts. He wakens restless monsters from the depths. But to suggest he could rise from the pit is another thing."
"That's what he intends, Father. That's what he said."
Poseidon was silent for a long time.
"Lord Zeus has closed discussion on this matter. He will not allow talk of Kronos. You have completed your quest, child. That is all you need to do."
"But—" Percy stopped himself. Arguing would do no good. It would very possibly anger the only god who he had on his side. "As ... as you wish, Father."
A faint smile played on his lips. "Obedience does not come naturally to you, does it?"
"No ... sir."
Damian looked between them before he smiled, knowing Percy needed to speak with his dad. He patted Percy's shoulder. "i'll wait outside for you. You two need to seriously talk."
Percy nodded while Poseidon sent Damian a grateful look. The son of Artemis walked out of the throne room, the doors shutting behind him, and he exhaled as he figured out what to do next. He was tempted to go searching for his mother, but he didn't want to run into another god that wouldn't take kindly to his presence.
Deciding to leave it for another day, he went to wait for Percy by the elevator.
He didn't have to wait long as Percy came rushing towards him. "We need to go to my home! Now!" The son of Poseidon said hastily
They exited the Empire State Building, only to come to a halt when they saw a man waiting for them outside, one Damian instantly recognize and his face lit up with delight.
It was his father.
"Dad!" Damian rushed forward and met his dad in a hug.
"Hey kid." Dante smirked as he held his son tightly. "Have a lot of fun in your few weeks at camp?"
"Well, I'm really not sure whether or not to punch you for not telling me about mom." Damian said with a frown. "But all that can wait until later, we gotta go see Sally."
"Right." Dante nodded and waved down a taxi. "C'mon boys, let's go."
"Dude." Percy said to Damian as they got into the taxi with Dante. "You're dad looks cool."
"I know." Damian smirked.
They took the cab to Sally Jackson's apartment and made their way up the stairs until they came to the door. Damian nudged Percy, who took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few minutes later, it opened and there stood none other than Sally Jackson.
"Mom!" Percy all but shouted as he lunges towards his mom and wrapped her in a hug as Sally did the same. She whispered soothing words into her son's ears as Percy got a little upset and finally getting his mom back. It just showed how much Percy had truly missed his mom.
Damian and Dante stood off to the side, smiling at the reunion. Dante put an arm around his son's shoulders, silently reassuring him as he knew Damian had yet to meet his mother. However, Damian knew they'll meet one day, no matter how long it takes.
Sally broke the hug with her son and smiled at Damian before she looked at Dante and blushed a little. "Hello."
"Sally Jackson, I take it?" Dante smiled as he shook the woman's hand. "Name's Dante, Damian;s father. I thank you for looking after him before... what happened."
Damian frowned at him. "How do you know what happened?"
"Your mother." Was all Dante had to say with a smug smirk. "She paid a visit not long after she claimed you and... well, that's between me and her."
"...Oh you dirty-"
"Watch your mouth." Dante pointed at him warningly but was still smirking. Hey, he hadn't seen his wife in years, things just... escalated until they were in the bedroom, making up for lost time.
"Hey, Sally! That meat loaf done yet or what?"
Coming round the corner was none other than Gabe, looking fat and filthy just as always and he stopped just in front of the small group. His face morphed into one of anger when he saw both Percy and Damian. No doubt he had already forgotten about Damian's little threat to him.
"You got a lot of nerve coming here, you little punks. I thought the police—"
"Gabe just let this go please. What's done is done and let's just put it in the past." Sally said, getting raised eyebrows from Gabe.
"Put it in the past? Do you expect me to forget all the trouble those two brats have caused me over the last few weeks?" gabe reminded before he spotted Dante. "And who the hell are you?"
"Name's Dante, I'm Damian's father." Dante said with narrowed eyes. Oh, he had watched the news and read the papers over the last few days, and he did not like what Gabe had to say about Damian. Hell, Lady and Trish had been ready to go hunt for him themselves and teach him some manners and not to insult their surrogate nephew. "And I don't appreciate all the crap you've said about my son on the news."
"Well, maybe you should've raised him better." Gabe retorted. "Or did your parents mess up in raising you and you passed it onto him?"
"Oh shit..." Damian's eyes widened, especially when seeing his father's expression darken a little.
"Gabe, please-" Sally tried to step in but yelped when Gabe raised his fist towards her.
However, he didn't get the chance to strike her as a fist was buried in his face, sending him off his feet and crashing through the wall of a bedroom. Sally opened her eyes to see Dante standing there with his fist outstretched. He lowered his arm, then casually turned to Sally and Percy as if he had not punched a adult man through the wall.
"Hey, you two want to stay over at mine and Damian's place until you can get yourselves a new apartment here? We've got the room." Dante offered with a smile.
Sally and Percy exchanged a look before Sally nodded. "If-if you don't mind."
"Oh, we don't. Go pack, we'll keep an eye on fatso over there." Dante said, gesturing to Gabe.
Percy looked at Damian and mouthed. 'Your dad is awesome!'
Damian just smirked and mouthed. 'I know.'
After fifteen minutes, Sally and Percy came back with packed clothing. Dante told them to go wait downstairs as he and Damian had some business with Gabe. Plus, Damian had noticed a familiar package and mentioned it to his father while they had been waiting.
The father and son approached Gabe's groaning form and Dante crouched down while Damian stood.
"Hey, fat boy." Dante said, lightly smacking Gave;'s cheeks until his eyes opened and he looked at the Legendary Devil Hunter. "Now, Sally seems like a very nice woman so I wonder why she would waste her time with a piece of shit like you. I don't tolerate men beating on women, something I've always hated even before I met my wife who's had a low opinion on men until I came along and charmed her-"
"Dad, don't start talking about how you met mom." Damian cut in.
"Kid, shush." Dante said lightly and then pointed to the package, causing Damian to smirk and walk over to get it while Dante turned to Gabe. "But... we can't let this go. But see, humans are a pain in the ass to deal with, even more so than demons, but you, well, you deserve what comes next."
Dante stood and stepped back as Damian opened the package, reached in without look. And the last thing Gabe saw before darkness was a served head with snakes for hair. The head of Medusa...
Oh yeah, Dante showed up and taught Gabe a lesson! In the original, I didn't have Dante show up but I figured this time he should. Lesson to learn here; don't fuck with the Sparda family.