Chapter 1: The temple within nothingness
How long has he been fighting?
How long has he been bleeding?
How long has he been suffering?
How long...?
He did not know, his body was wounded and full of scars, his eyes before a beautiful sea green color, were now red from so much death, so much blood and rage. He really did not know how long he had been walking.
A huge animal with black fur and red eyes was dead beside him, blood running like a small stream from its body. He looked at him with apathetic eyes and continued walking.
He gritted his teeth in pain, each step causing pain to his body. This hell was endless, it was nothing compared to his first time falling into this place, it could not be compared to anything.
It seemed that that bastard was using everything to complicate his existence.
"He... Heahahaha", his hoarse laughter due to lack of water, and hollow due to so much suffering echoed around the vicinity, his body swayed as if he was going to fall with just a small breeze. The filthy and nauseating smell permeated his lungs with each breath, and he felt that with each breath, his organs would completely collapse.
"Ares...", he spoke slowly, full of hatred, rage, shame and desire for revenge.
He was to blame for everything, everything... he was to blame for Zeus falling for his words, he was to blame for his friends betraying him for a lie that he created and was backed by Zeus.
"Bastard..." he said with blood dripping from his mouth. "I'll make sure to pay you back for this suffering, this shame a hundred... No, a thousand times over."
"Heahahaha! I'll make sure to enjoy every moment when I'm torturing your immortal body!" the mad laughter was heard now, his red eyes showing madness. He suddenly stopped when he saw a nearby cave, he walked slowly and entered cautiously.
He sat down carefully so as not to further damage his body, he hugged his sword. It had been with him forever, ever since he entered this damn world.
Viiing~
The sword seemed to vibrate for a moment as it felt all the feelings of its bearer, he couldn't feel it, his eyes had closed and he was resting for the first time in a long time, he barely had the chance to sleep for a few minutes and now that he had that chance, he wouldn't let it go.
........
Opening his eyes, he looked around, scared and paranoid. Slowly, looking around, he sighed carefully as he noticed and remembered where he was. He didn't know how long he had slept, but even in the dream he couldn't find a moment of relief.
"Grrrr!~", his head turned as he heard a growl and he gritted his teeth, there was a Hellhound at the entrance of the cave. He gripped the hilt of his sword with all the strength he had, his hand trembled as he felt the pain in his bones and muscles, but he still didn't want to give up.
He couldn't run, it was dangerous, he knew he could fall because of his weak body. He could only use counter-strength techniques, when the Hellhound jumped roaring, he immediately dropped to his knees and raised his sword.
CRUNCH!
The sword stuck inside the monster's mouth to the beast's disbelief, he tightened his grip on his sword and moved it vertically upwards. The sound of flesh being cut and bones breaking was heard as he slashed its head upwards and the beast's dead body hit the ground.
"Huff... huff... huff...", just exerting a little force bothered him and hurt all over his body.
"How many monsters have I killed?", he asked himself emotionlessly, he had lost count days ago, or was it years?... he didn't know, he had lost all sense of time in this place.
He started to get up, but his body was shaking all over, he gritted his teeth and let out a scream as he stood up.
"Graaagh!... no... I can give up... I still need to make the culprits pay," he growled as tears fell from his eyes from the pain he felt. But, unbeknownst to him, someone had been watching his every move.
..........
"How… interesting."
A man sat on a large throne scowled. Well, he could be called a man from the myths, but in reality he was nothing more than monstrous in physical form. Standing tall he could be considered to be at an immense height, his gleaming purple flesh rippling with muscle. His fingers have razor-sharp black tips. However, his most terrifying and distinctive feature is his face: instead of a normal face, there is a swirl and spiral of darkness inward, and his voice sounds as if it is receding inward rather than projecting outward. The Stygian black iron boots of Tartarus are each the size of a coffin, and his hands are as large as crane shovels. His breastplate has the faces of gorgons, monsters, cyclops, and dragons, all pressing against his armor as if trying to escape.
"It's been 3 years since he was sent and he still hasn't died," the being's voice echoed through the walls of his throne room with his first words, but then they seemed to be heard from afar, as if his voice was absorbed into the dark whirlpool that was his face.
"Really... how interesting, those foolish gods don't know what they're doing," he looked at Perseus' figure carefully and closely. He's been watching him since he fell and learned how he was sent.
At first it was entertaining to see him fall for the second time to his domain, but then it was annoying to see that he didn't perish in the end, the brat managed to demonstrate his power, even if he no longer had the powers inherited by Poseidon.
"I wonder, what would father think if he saw this?" Tartarus murmured thinking of Chaos, his creator or father as some of his brothers called him, since he had no gender, he could be whatever he wanted. He created everything, he was the supreme entity, as his name dictates, he was the primordial chaos itself.
From him other supreme deities were born who created the universe and life together. That is why throughout the world, the Greco-Roman pantheon was left aside by others, not only because of the great arrogance of the current gods, but also because of the great arrogance of the current gods. not also because they were powerful in their own right.
"I wonder..." Tartarus muttered to himself as he watched Perseus. A plan was forming in his mind, and for the first time in a long time he let a part of his face show, his lips curved and showed his flawless white teeth, but it was terrifying, it was a smile that would scare anyone.
"If you manage to live after this, then it is your destiny, I really hope it is that way Perseus Jackson. If you do, you will bring me a lot of fun."
Percy frowned as he saw the state he was in and his current situation.
"Heh... Hahahaha. Damn beasts, they finally managed to corner me," he looked at his non-existent left arm as blood fell from his wound like a waterfall, his face was pale from so much blood loss and the beasts were getting closer and closer.
There was no end, he had killed more than a hundred and they kept coming.
Bodies piled up beside him, in front of him and everywhere around him, blood splashing his face and dirty hair. Right now he had an appearance that would cause fear in many people.
Especially because of his crazed expression.
The worst of all was that he was cornered, in front of him was the endless horde of beasts and behind him, there was nothing. Only a dark void that covered everything was behind him, if he fell he didn't know what would happen. There was no light from that fall, there was nothing.
It was just emptiness.
But he could feel a fog beginning to rise from his feet and take away his strength, the little he had left.
"Since I'm about to die, I'll kill as many as I can... no, I can't die!" Perseus had muttered, but he realized that he couldn't have his revenge if he died. He looked at the void with a complicated look, he didn't know what this void was. In fact, he should have known, but being in this place for so long, caused him to forget some things.
"I'm sorry, partner," Percy smiled at his sword and for the first time he felt it vibrate, he was surprised to feel concern coming from his sword.
"I didn't think I was crazy enough to feel feelings from my sword," he muttered with a smile. He smiled sadly before taking a step back, it was all or nothing.
He took all the strength he could, all the air he could.
He raised Anaklusmos pointing to the sky.
"I swear by the heavens and the Styx that if I get out of this alive, I will have my revenge. Ares and Zeus, I will destroy you!", he screamed at the top of his lungs and heard the sound of thunder before jumping into the void. His long and dirty hair moved with the non-existent wind as he fell at high speed and he closed his eyes.
[ ...... ]
"He jumped...", Tartarus was perplexed, he didn't expect this turn of events. He had planned to help the boy in his revenge if he survived. But this... he had no words, that place was the damn void, there was nothing, absolutely nothing. Anything that fell would never appear again.
But it also had another name, Chaos. Near that place, Hera was hung by Zeus as a punishment. In that place, even the gods would be exterminated without leaving anything behind. Only dust before it is completely annihilated.
"Well, fuck my plans", Tartarus growled annoyed.
[ ...... ]
" .... Uh .... eh .....", three old women looked at each other Blinking, the impossible had just happened. One of their strings disappeared completely, it didn't break or short, it just disappeared. They didn't know what to think or how to respond in this kind of situation, it had never happened before.
"Whose was it?", Clotho asked a little nervously.
"... well... shit," said her sister Lachesis in shock.
"What?", asked Atropos.
"The string was Perseus Jackson's... it's the only one that's not there," the fates immediately paled. That wasn't good, nothing good. He had a special destiny, well, had was the key word, now there was nothing.
"He was supposed to kill Zeus and Ares before taking the throne," said Clotho in panic, the reason they haven't done anything to help Perseus for such a destiny, is because he shouldn't. After this time in Tartarus, he would become more powerful than ever and kill those gods that were doing evil to the pantheon.
"We have to do something," Atropos said immediately, her sisters nodded and the three of them disappeared.
[ ...... ]
"What?" Tartarus asked bewildered. "Perseus' thread disappeared? ... now that's interesting," he commented looking at the fates in front of him.
"What do you mean?" they asked at the same time and with a frown. Tartarus just shrugged.
"I sent him a test... if he survived a horde of beasts then I would help him with his revenge, I need fun. But he was cornered and threw himself into the void.
The three sisters looked even paler and in horror, no one knew what that place was. And now the destiny of Olympus to change disappeared completely, they growled in frustration, they wanted the best for Olympus and Perseus was the best to help raise Olympus.
Zeus had been getting worse, he was going from bad to worse. If this continued, they did not doubt that a civil war between the gods would occur in a few years.
Perseus continued to fall, he did not know how much time had passed, but he continued to fall. When suddenly, he felt his body slowly begin to disappear. First it was his legs, which began to detach and turn into gray dust.
At that moment, a glow appeared in front of him in the form of a thread.
He looked at him carefully for a long time, his vision was blurry, but he could notice the thread and the bright light that began to slowly enter his body.
Crack!
BOOM!
To his disbelief, he had collided with something and broken it before he continued to fall and hit something hard.
"*Cough... *Cough*...", Perseus twisted his body in pain as he spat out blood. He held himself up with his one arm, not even knowing how he was alive. He looked at his wounds, and to his disbelief, they were healed. He didn't have his arm, but his wound had healed.
Unfortunately, he was without legs.
He looked at the place he was standing at carefully.
It was a temple, he was floating in this endless void. The pillars were pure white and void of dirt. There were a few statues on each side and at the end, a throne that was divided into a pure white and an abysmal black that seemed to absorb the light of the place.
Frowning, he sat down cautiously.
He couldn't walk, and although his wounds seemed to have recovered, he didn't have the strength to even crawl. But, at that moment, when he was thinking what to do, a blinding light appeared in front of him.
