Chapter 26

A/N: …

Percy POV

"We have to help him… He can't do it alone." A feminine voice said from behind me.

"Well, he's going to have to in the end. Ah, our guest has awoken." A male voice responded. I realized I was asleep on the floor of an empty room. The walls, ceiling and floor were made of white marble. To be honest, that was the most comfortable floor I've ever slept on. Granted, I don't sleep on floors a lot.

I rose and turned around to see a man and a woman, obviously gods, wearing all white. The man had a white wizard beard that went down to his stomach and the woman had perfectly straight hair and she was extremely beautiful. Two names instantly popped into my head: "Lord Aether and Lady Hemera." I said and kneeled down. Lord Aether grabbed my shoulders and lifted me back up.

"You did well on Earth, young one. Hemera and I decided to save you from the grips of death and bring you here for a brief period of time. Hemera would like to keep you here for a longer time but I do not believe that would be wise. Although you cannot stay with us, I can grant you your life again. Go back to your world, young one, and save it once again."

He said. I was disappointed that we were not getting any extra help but I was ecstatic I was going to go back to Earth. I didn't even care about the war, as long as I got to be with Artemis again. He waved his hand at me and I felt myself start to dissolve. In my mind, Lady Hemera spoke,

"Help will come when you least expect it." And I blacked out. I woke up outside of the hunters' camp in Atlanta.

3rd Person POV

Percy didn't realize the hunters didn't know he had died and was expecting them to be extremely surprised and happy he was back. He strode into camp and said "I'm baaaack" in a singsong voice, to which he got a "Shut the fuck up!" from Phoebe who was pacing around the campfire at the center of the camp.

"Wait, why are you here without Artemis? Didn't you go to Camp Half-Blood with her?" She asked and it dawned on Percy that they knew nothing of the battle or his death. Before he could respond, he heard a shrill voice from behind him. "PERSEUS JACKSON!" And all of his hair stood on end.

Tartarus POV

Erebus was pretty much dead along with all my puny giant children. All I had was myself, Ourea and that thing Diablo. Neither had their own army but I had one that would have to suffice. It should be enough anyway since it was every single monster in the world, accounting for about 500,000 monsters altogether. It comforted me that this outnumbered the demigods about 500 to one. The only problem now would be the Olympians. That stupid son of the sea god had sacrificed himself for nothing; he was going to lose the war anyway. With him out of the picture, my side's chances of winning only increased.

I was rising and the monsters knew it. They were flocking to where I would rise: Long Island, where Gaea fell. Exactly 21 days from now, my forces will be fully gathered and we will strike, finally bringing down Olympus and i will have complete control.

Ourea appeared at my side from where I was perched at the top of the Grand Canyon, imagining Olympus as a hole in the ground after I had destroyed it.

"Are you strong enough yet?" He asked me. Without moving a muscle, I lifted him in the air by the neck and he hovered in the air, clawing at a hand around his neck that wasn't really there.

"What do you think?" I spat at him and he nodded while rubbing his neck.

"Olympus is gathering allies, we must attack and destroy them as soon as possible. How long do you need for all of the reinforcements from around the world?"

"Exactly 21 days, and where is Diablo?" I said as he appeared next to me.

"Right here." He said in a voice that sounded like it could cut through diamond like a hot wire could cut through cheesecake. Since I was only powerful enough to be in human form, I was an inhumanly well built humanoid with blood red skin. But Diablo looked terrifying to the human eye. Each pulsing muscle on his arms was almost the size of the average human and he was colored a brighter red than me. 20 feet of pure muscle the color of blood. He was the perfect monster to have in my army. If only I had more like him.

I changed my mind. We do not need all of my troops to defeat Olympus, especially with Diablo. We're attacking in fifteen days. The Olympians expect months or maybe even a year of preparation time, something I wasn't willing to give them. We're attacking sooner and we're attacking harder. I informed Ourea and Diablo and I laughed in anticipation of the battle ahead.

A/N: Alright, I have an excuse this time. I've been working on a new story and I'm already 5 chapters deep. I'm going to complete this story and will have the first chapter of the new story up the same day this one is completed. There's probably going to be a maximum of maybe 4 chapters more of this story until it is concluded. Hope you enjoyed, leave a review telling me what you thought.

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