34"For he will walk among us, and he will smite the evil from this earth. For he who comes in our time of need is not of mortal breed, he is the Destroyer, the right hand of our Creator and the one who brings fear where there is no hope." - Ancient Roman Tablet, AD 225
The quiet night was shattered when in the Garden of the Hesperides, a shotgun was pumped. Of course, this noise normally wouldn't have changed anything but it was millena of legends that were supposedly forgotten that reminded them of who this was. Landon, the great hundred hydra that guarded the Golden Apples of Hera, recoiled in utter terror. The Hesperides backed away in fear as a single young woman watched as the figure stepped forward.
Covered in green armor, his upper arms showing his bulging muscles as his right hand held a shotgun. Zoë Nightshade was frozen in place before the armored figure put his left hand on her shoulder, turning her away from Landon. She was pushed/led up the path towards the castle that had been home to the Titans on Mt. Orthys. The figure let go of her shoulder before walking through the doors of the obsidian palace, the daughter of Atlas followed as she put an arrow into her bow.
She saw her Mistress, pale and stuck under an eternal funnel cloud as she looked up and gasped. Zoë noticed it wasn't at herself, but the male. Her Mistress's eyes showed something that belied millennia of history she thought she knew, as Artemis looked at the being with love, hope and joy.
"S-Slayer…"
The being was at her Lady's side, kneeling besides her before his weapon vanished into nothing. The Slayer used his hands and lifted the sky off of Artemis, who rolled onto her feet as the being stood, his arms not shaking. He never faltered in holding the torrent of the sky that pushed down as he motioned his head towards the darkness. Her Mistress nodded and then pulled out twin silver daggers.
"M'lady-?" Zoë Nightshade tried to ask before Artemis was lunging at the darkness, pushing a figure out of the dark.
Her father, Atlas, the Titan of Endurance. Zoe started firing arrow after arrow into her father, as the rest of the Demigods that came on this quest were too busy focusing on the traitor, Luke Castellon. Zoe couldn't help but watch her father be beaten back until he was kicked in the face, sending him flying, only to land on his chest besides the Slayer. The Slayer looked at Atlas before he unceremoniously dropped the sky on top of him.
Atlas bellowed but was now stuck under his punishment again, the Zoë realized that the prophecy wasn't complete. The last line of the prophecy didn't make sense until she saw both the Slayer and her Mistress have matching rings on their ring fingers, making Zoë understand immediately what it meant. The Slayer would have to survive Zeus's hand it would seem, as Leto was still stuck on her island.
The lieutenant of the Hunt gulped, realizing this wasn't something she wanted to be stuck in between when it came to blows.
Artemis hugged her long lost husband tightly as he pressed his faceplate against her head gently, as she felt his power ripple in the air around them. She pulled back reluctantly as he held her at arm's length, looking her over before putting a finger to her cut cheek. Atlas had nicked her, a lucky strike, nothing more. It was clear her love didn't like that the titan got her, she wasn't impressed at herself at all but she whistled and her chariot appeared.
Her husband walked up and gently pet the twin silver deer that pulled at the moon chariot, both very pleased to see him again. Artemis had everyone get aboard and took off, as her husband stood besides her, looking at the stars. Artemis glanced behind her at the questers that had come to save her and their friend. Thalia Grace, Sophia Jackson, Grover Underwood, and Zoë Nightshade looked worse for wear, but at least Annabeth Chase was fine.
Her love stiffened before relaxing as they landed on Olympus, stepping off and helping all the women down, making her smile. She led them all into the throne room, as she grew to her godly height, as did her Husband, walking over and standing beside her throne. The other Olympians flashed in and noticed her love, his arms over his chest as he watched them all. His ring was on display, as was her ring as well.
Aphrodite, the nosey Goddess that she is, instantly took notice of this and squealed in delight, "I can't believe it! You finally tied the knot, Atry!"
She was about to reply with Slayer, bless his heart, fired a warning shot next to the Goddess's head. His pistol had fired a powerful energy blast that melted a hole into her throne, the only warning the woman was going to get. Her father appeared then his scowl deepened as Slayer glowered right back at the King of the Gods, his grip tightening on his weapon.
"Why is that monster," He spat the word out like it was some toxin, "in this throne room again?"
"Because he is, Father," Artemis hissed right back at him, making Zeus flinch, "not only that, he came back to me because he swore he would."
"What do you mean, he swore that to you, Sister?" Athena, the bookworm Goddess, asked questioningly.
Slayer showed off his right hand, the hand that had his wedding ring on it. The ring glowed in the torchlight as Artemis showed off her own ring, silver with the same mark that his helmet had, the Mark of the Beast. Zeus was stunned, Apollo looked horrified while everyone else had expressions of shock, amusement or surprise. Artemis smirked and looked at her Husband, who looked back and nodded. His hands lifted up and he took off his helmet, showing his face to everyone in the throne room.
Unruly black hair, sea-green eyes that glowed with power, and a very handsome face. Artemis stood and her throne vanished, allowing them both to stand, hand in hand.
"This-" She started to say before the Fates appeared and did the announcing for her.
"All hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of Posiedon and Neptune; God of Rage, Destruction, and the Hunt. Bane of Tartarus and all Monster that spawn within, the Marked Beast, Husband of Artemis and Diana. He is and will forever be the Eternal Doom Slayer."
The Olypmians looked at Perseus in shock as he put his helmet back on as the Fates said something that chilled them all to the bone.
"Against all the evil that Tartarus can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce, we will send unto them... only Him. Rip and tear, until it is done."
