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Chapter 47: A Hero's Torment
Percy's Point of View
Pain.
It had become a constant, a steady pulse through his body that never faded. Every breath, every movement sent fresh waves of agony crashing over him.
He had lost count of the days. Maybe weeks. Time had no meaning in Tartarus. The darkness stretched forever, an endless abyss of suffering and torment.
And he was trapped.
Percy dangled from chains of celestial bronze, his arms stretched above him, his body raw from countless beatings. His wrists bled where the shackles bit into his skin. The stone beneath him was slick with his own blood.
He could barely lift his head anymore.
The Titans had made sure of that.
A deep, echoing chuckle rumbled through the cavern, sending vibrations through the jagged walls.
"You look worse than the last time we saw you, Jackson," a voice sneered.
Hyperion.
The Titan of Light stepped forward, his golden eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. His once radiant form was still scarred from their last battle, his armor cracked from the blow Percy had dealt him years ago. But here, in Tartarus, he was stronger. He thrived in this place.
Percy didn't have the strength to respond.
Not that it mattered. They didn't need him to talk.
They just needed him to suffer.
A second figure emerged from the darkness. Krios. His black-and-gold armor glistened in the dim, hellish light, his expression cold and calculating. "Still alive. I'll give you credit for that, boy."
Percy managed a weak smirk, his lips cracked and dry. "Gonna have to try harder."
Hyperion's eyes darkened. His fist slammed into Percy's ribs, and something cracked. White-hot pain exploded in his side, forcing a strangled gasp from his throat.
Krios sighed. "Hyperion, don't break him. We still need him."
Hyperion scowled but stepped back. "Fine."
Percy coughed, blood dripping from his lips. He let out a weak chuckle. "What… do you need me for? Another punching bag?"
"No," Krios said smoothly. "We need you broken. Truly broken."
Hyperion smirked. "See, we know something Olympus doesn't. They think they can just lock us away. They think we'll stay forgotten." He crouched down, gripping Percy's chin in an iron grip, forcing him to look into those burning gold eyes. "But Tartarus is not just our prison. It is our home."
Percy jerked his face away, but Hyperion's grip tightened, his nails digging into Percy's skin.
"We are patient," Krios added. "And we have been planning."
Percy's vision blurred as pain flared through his body. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. "Yeah?" he rasped. "Let me guess. Another great Titan war?"
Hyperion laughed. "Oh, no. We learned from our mistakes. No grand armies. No declarations of war."
Percy frowned. "Then what?"
Krios knelt beside him. "This time, Olympus will fall from within."
Something cold and sharp settled in Percy's gut.
Hyperion leaned in close, his breath hot against Percy's ear. "And you are going to help us."
Percy forced out a laugh, even as his body screamed in protest. "You're insane if you think I'd ever help you."
Hyperion just smirked.
"You will."
The shadows behind them shifted. A new presence slithered into the cavern. The air grew heavier, suffocating. Percy's heart pounded as a towering figure emerged from the abyss.
Kronos.
Not the fractured, golden-sand version Percy had defeated in battle. No, this was the true Kronos. Reformed. Whole. And more powerful than ever.
Percy felt his throat go dry.
The Titan King stepped forward, his golden eyes like molten metal. His aura radiated power, pressing down on Percy like an ocean trench.
"Hello, Perseus," Kronos purred. "Did you miss me?"
Percy didn't respond. Couldn't.
Kronos smiled. "I must say, you have been… resilient. It is impressive." His voice was smooth, almost amused. "But I wonder… how long can you truly endure?"
Percy clenched his jaw. "Longer than you think."
Kronos chuckled. "We shall see."
The Titan King raised his hand, and the shadows swirled around Percy like living tendrils. Cold fire seared into his flesh, twisting through his bones.
Percy screamed.
His vision darkened. The pain swallowed him whole.
And then there was nothing.