59Perseus.
The Destroyer.
He goes by many names. The most famous one? ... The Devil.
The Prince of Darkness and King of Tartarus.
Champion of Nyx.
The torturer of the damned.
As the youngest son of Kronos, nobody took him seriously. Many weren't even sure whether he was their sibling at all. He was shunned from Olympus, not being invited for anything. Not being included in anything.
It didn't take long for mortals and even some lesser gods to assume he was evil. They started calling him the devil. The one who encouraged evil. But that wasn't him. That was his father, Kronos. Kronos had a domain of evil. His full title was 'Kronos, Titan of Time and Evil.'
The Olympians were proud, arrogant fools. He hated them. Not for any personal reasons of course. He didn't even bother talking to half of them. But he knew them. He knew them better than they knew themselves.
He disliked the way they ruled. He despised the way they pinned all the blame on the ancient laws. Ancient Laws? Please? He knew the ancient laws word to word. And it certainly wasn't written anywhere that you couldn't raise your children! What sort of law would that be?
Perseus knew they were made up laws. Most of them anyway. There were only three laws which held importance with regards to the Olympians.
Firstly, no god can enter another god's domain without being given an invitation or permission.
Secondly, no god shall attack a mortal without being provoked.
Thirdly, no god can steal another's symbol directly.
These were the three ancient laws. Nothing more, nothing less.
Perseus sighed as he felt power course through his veins while sitting on his throne. The throne of darkness. It was a gift from his patron, Lord Tartarus himself.
His throne room resembled a very big art gallery. A wide one too. Rows and rows of statues depicting torture scenes were lined up along the sides of the hall, making his guests shudder when they entered. Not that he got many guests anyway.
The walls and ceiling were a mix of black and blood red. Sparkling red chandeliers hung from the ceiling and torches made of bones lit up the place. A red carpet was spread all the way from his throne to the entrance, like a sort of personal pathway.
The throne itself was a beauty. A deadly beauty. It was so black it sucked all the light around it, so you couldn't really tell what it was made of. Carvings etched on it seemed to shift and move depending on the king's mood.
A demon entered the room, looking slightly nervous. Her hands fidgeted at her sides and her eyes were trained to the ground as she walked.
Perseus frowned. They didn't get like that unless and until something went wrong.
"My lord, a prisoner escaped."
Perseus's eyes narrowed, suspicion seeping into his mind. "Which one?"
"Kronos."
A hiss escaped from his mouth. His hand clenched tightly around his symbol of power. δεὰὀλετήρ. Godslayer.
Kronos had been stirring for a long time already and Perseus had really hoped that it was merely another of his father's tantrums. Unfortunately for him, his father really did get away this time.
He looked at his servant. "Who did this?"
She hesitated, as if she didn't want to give away the traitor's name. "It was ... Leviathan."
Perseus stood up abruptly. "WHAT?!"
The demon servant flinched unnoticeably. Perseus's temper easily sparked these days. Normally he would be calm, but he absolutely loathed traitors. Those kind were given the worst of the worst of punishments.
Perseus stepped down from his throne, his blood red cape fluttering in a non-existing wind. Dark black gauntlets and a sleeveless black breastplate adorned his body, fitted so perfectly that his muscles could be made out from the armour. A thick belt was around his waist, with an omega symbol in the middle. Flowing designs were etched on his black pants and combat boots covered his legs up to his shin.
He held δεὰὀλετήρ and lightly tapped it to the ground, but the sound reverberated around all of Tartarus, insinuating that the king summoned his subjects for a meeting.
The demon servant scurried out of the throne room before she could anger her master again.
Minutes later, bright flashes filled the room simultaneously, indicating the new presences in the throne room.
Perseus looked at the present company.
Astaroth. Check.
Asmodeus. Check.
Azazel. Check.
Leviathan. Perseus's eyes narrowed. He took a step forward. The four princes of hell got on their knees.
Perseus felt guilt coming coming from Leviathan. So he was feeling guilty eh?
The king of Tartarus delivered a swift kick to Leviathan's face, sending the prince tumbling to the hard marble floor.
Leviathan looked at Perseus fearfully. "M-My lord. I-"
"SILENCE!"
The other three beings nervously took a step back.
Perseus's eyes turned red briefly as he snarled at the traitor. "You think you can betray me! You think you'll get away with this?"
"WHY!" He shouted. "What possible reason could you have to release the most dangerous prisoner of hell."
Leviathan resembled a deer caught in headlights. He prayed that Perseus wouldn't come to know. At least until he got out of hell. In fact, he was already leaving, but the sudden meeting had forced him to attend.
"I-I j-just"
"Mazikeen!," He called. "Take him away."
A tall, black haired woman just a little shorter than Perseus entered the room. She wore nothing but black skin tight pants and a black blouse that showed her skin below the breasts and certainly showed an ample amount of cleavage. Something that Asmodeus didn't miss. He stared at her form as she bent over to drag a kicking and screaming Leviathan.
Perseus looked at the others. "Find a replacement for him. Maybe Abaddon. I will be leaving for a while. Do not try anything, or else you will end up like Leviathan."
He slammed his spear to the ground and his form flashed. The next moment, he was gone, leaving a scent of fire.
Perseus appeared in the woods of the famous Camp Half-Blood. It was the one good thing the gods did for their children. He looked around, looking for the energy trail left by his father. Hopefully he'd be able to subdue Kronos in his weak state.
Sadly he found none. He was about to leave the area when a rustle was heard from above him. Without looking, he flicked a curved dagger to where the sound came from.
His efforts were not in vain, as a cloaked figure came crashing down onto the forest floor, the dagger embedded in his head. Perseus kicked the figure so he could see it's face. Before he could do so ...
ZIP!
An arrow came hurtling towards him. But his superior reflexes allowed him to snatch the arrow out of the air before it even hit his neck. He looked at the arrow. It was a black coloured arrow with some weird metal he didn't recognise.
He was about to discard the arrow, but suddenly the tip of the arrow sprung forward by itself and embedded itself into his stomach. He suddenly felt the connection to his domain weaken and he dropped to one knee, panting with exhaustion. Whatever material that thing was seemed to weaken him greatly.
Out of nowhere, a sharp pain appeared at the side of his head. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Another cloaked figure holding a bow appeared in his vision. The figure, which Perseus assumed to be a man, stalked around him in circles, as a last minute check to whether the god was incapacitated or not.
Just when the cloaked figure stopped walking, Perseus swung his right arm as hard as he could, catching the unsuspecting figure in the back of the legs, sending the cloaked man crashing to the ground.
Without wasting time, Perseus used both his hands and grabbed the man's head, with his fingers curling in such a way that his thumbs were pressed to the man's eyes. He brought his hands right above himself so that the man's entire body was above him, with his face inches from his own. Once this was achieved, Perseus used the last of his energy and pressed as hard as he could. His thumbs pushed the man's eyes deep into the socket, dislocating it from it's normal position.
The rest of his fingers crushed the man's skull until the head exploded in a shower of blood. With a last yell, Perseus then flung the bloody, headless carcass aside.
He stumbled along the forest, but the metal seemed to moving inside him by itself, as if it were programmed to do so. It seemed to be trying to reach his heart.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
After counting to three he shakily took a special blade. One that could actually cut his skin. Not celestial bronze. That couldn't affect him for shit. This blade was a Stygian Iron dagger forged inside Tartarus itself.
While lying down, he plunged the blade to where he metal was and dragged the blade around it in a circle. He closed his eyes and pulled out the chunk of flesh that was cut like a play dough. The metal inside the pound of flesh once again jumped at him, but this time he was ready. Before it reached him, he caught it with one hand and willed that hand to burst into flames. Slowly, but surely, the metal melted in his hand and then turned into vapour.
He thought it was over but he clearly overestimated his own body. Stabbing yourself and essentially removing almost a whole pound of flesh and then using your powers seemed to push it. Also the fact that the metal drained him of nearly ninety percent of his power anyway.
As he lay on the forest floor, he raised his hand upward one last time before even that too fell limp to his side. He felt himself lose consciousness and the world turned black.
Sensing a massive energy surge in the woods, Chiron ordered the campers to return to their activities and cancelled the capture the flag game for the night until the matter was resolved.
He took his most experienced campers into the woods. Annabeth, Thalia, and Nico, who was merely visiting.
The four demigods plus centaur entered the woods warily, weapons in hand. Chiron had his bow out and an arrow was notched, ready to be fired in a moment's notice.
Annabeth was invisible and had her dagger out while Nico had his Stygian Iron sword in hand. Thalia wore her shield Aegis on her left arm while her spear rested in the palm of her right hand.
Chiron led the way as he was the one who seemed to know where the energy surge came from.
They crossed a stream and when they got to the other side, it wasn't pretty.
There was a man lying there on his back. His armour was splattered with a mix of red and gold blood. A few feet beside him, a spear lay, it was pulsing with power, energy surging from it dangerously every few seconds.
A dozen feet beside it was a mangled corpse. The head of the corpse was completely crushed, as if it were crushed paper in a garbage can.
They looked back to the man. His armour was mostly untouched, but there was a huge chunk of his stomach missing. Their eyes followed a small trail of gold and nearly puked. There just in front of him, the missing pound of flesh lay, golden ichor all around it like an island in a sea.
Annabeth gasped, covering her mouth. Thalia and Nico lowered their weapons, staring at the sight before them with mixed feelings. While Thalia was astonished by the sight, Nico felt dread creep into him. He knew exactly who the man in armour was, and he wasn't willing to be present when he woke.
Chiron lowered his bow. "Oh dear ... "
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Dear Readers,
As you may have guessed, this story basically is a sort of alternate take on my other story. This one will feature a much more darker Percy and generally a more feared one. Unlike the other one, he isn't lost in the history books here. Just imagine that myths about him do exist and campers have heard about him. But not much.
While the Percy in my other story resembled Lucifer from the T.V series, this one does not. This one is darker and more violent (he did crush the guy's skull).
The personality of this Percy is of my own design, unlike the other one.
Thx for reading anyway.
Updates are unsure. They may come next month, or they may come even tomorrow or in an hour. I can't tell.
Sincerely,
thebestofall
