Heyyyyyyyyy… so, um, remember what I said about posting story's faster and that were longer? Um, yeah, sorry bout that. I do have pretty good reason why though, so don't come marching to my place with pitch forks and torches. So what happened was on march break vacation, I got sick, like, REALLY sick. So I was in no mood for writing, and my phone didn't have internet on the flight so I couldn't write the story, and when I got home school decided to take a shit as big as Jupiter on my schedule with homework and tests, so no time for writing. But here's the new chapter! Hehe. I would really like if you guys criticized what I write, what's wrong with it, if it makes no sense or just sounds stupid, all that stuff. Also, I want to know if you guys would like to hear Percy's journey to kill his god, or if Daithians journey is enough. Last thing, if you guys can think of anything that you would like to see in this story, like a quest or event, tell me now before the glue drys and I have the entire story made up. Please review.

Rick owns most (so does Quebec)

Daithians POV

The cool, winter air touched my face as Kronos sent me on my mission. I landed in the snow. It melted to my touch. I looked up to find myself right outside the capital of Quebec. Quebec City. The castle loomed in the centre of the city, casting a shadow on all buildings.

I stood up. Looking around, I saw that I was surrounded by trees in the thick forest. I felt a grin form on my cold face.

I started walking to the city limits. Within a few minutes, I was at the bridge to enter the city. I looked down to my right hand, where the sword with so much power, was held in my grasp.

"This is gonna cause a commotion if any mortals see this." I spoke out loud. If this sword was forged by the great Cyclops', then it must be able to morph into another shape, right?

I closed my eyes as I imagined the sword changing, from its beautiful form, into a modern day smartphone. I opened my eyes as I no longer felt the cylindrical shape of the hilt, but the shape of an IPhone.

"Awesome!" I exclaimed, causing some mortals next to me to jump. Eh, who cares. Soon they will be under the control of lord Kronos.

I started my trek towards the castle, where my mission sat, waiting. Mortals parted in front of me, as they saw my blood soaked tattered clothes, and the scar that was branded on the left side of my head.

As I was walking, I passed by a police station, where they sat like lazy oafs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two of them run out of the building and start coming towards me.

"Eh! Monsieur, est ce-que tu es d'accord?" One of them asked behind me. I stopped and turned around, as their eyes widened at the site of my scar. This time, the other one, who was a girl, talked.

"Qu'est ce-que à arriver à vous?" She asked, worry evident in her voice. I smiled.

"It's quite simple, my lady." I said nonchalantly. "It's called being betrayed."

"Who has betrayed you?" She asked, a thick French accent in her voice.

"Well, some people would call them the heroes of Olympus, but I call them cowards." I responded. I had decided to humour them.

She looked confused. Her partner next to her elbowed her, and pointed to my right hand, where my concealed weapon laid.

"Monsieur, we are going to help you, oui?" She asked, slowly walking towards me.

"That won't be necessary, madam." I replied, as I noticed that the man had put a hand behind his back.

"I believe that it's for the best." She said. "We are going to get you warm clothes, food, and your head checked."

"I assure you," I said as I imagined my weapon turning back into a sword. "That it won't be necessary."

Her yell was cut short as my blade separated her head from her body. Oh, it was beautiful! Her blood painted the concrete in a thin coat of shiny red. Her partner took out a pistol and started firing at me. I blocked the bullets easily with my sword. They ricochet off and hit the nearby police station, causing the people inside to yell.

Once he had run out of bullets, I quickly jump forward, impaling him with the weapon. A scream escaped his lips, as I pulled the weapon back to me, taking him with it. I put my hand on his chest as I ripped the blade from his stomach, causing his guts to rain on the the blood of his dead partner.

I stood there for a moment, enjoying my work. But I was interrupted by the sound of shouting. The lazy oafs from earlier were running towards the scene of my artwork. Now, I could've taken care of them, but I had a deadline. I turned around and started sprinting towards the castle, as bullets whistled by me. Turning a corner, I jumped into an alleyway. I hid behind a garbage dumpster as the sound of footsteps echoed down the alley way.

"Vien! Vien! Il a aller ici!" One of them said, as they ran by my spot. I stayed there for a minute, staying completely silent. Once I knew for sure that they were gone, I willed the blade to shift back into a IPhone. I stood up and exited the alleyway, checking to see if any police officers were there to see me. When I saw that no one was there, I continued my walk to the destination.

The walk was rather uneventful. Except for the few times I had to hide from cameras or the passing police car, nothing happened. I was kinda disappointed.

I breathed in once I was in front of the castle turned hotel. The tower loomed over the city, like a beacon of everything wrong with mortals. The rich live in lavish homes, dining on only the best food and drinks, while the poor dig through the garbage in search of something so they can survive. It made me sick to my stomach.

I looked around, trying to see an entrance to the hotel that did not take me through an area with security, but I had no such luck. Of course, I could just kill them, but that would alert Boreas of my presence, and the last thing I want is to fight a god who was prepared.

I then remembered a story, what's his name, had told me. How they entered the top floor of the tower from an opening on the roof. So that only gave me one option, to climb.

I made my way around to the back of the building, where there was no cameras that could alert Boreas of my presence. I willed the IPhone to return to the sword. The spike on the front made it perfect for climbing the stone walls of the fortress.

I jammed it into the rock, and the spike broke right through it. I pulled myself up and tried to grasp the brick slabs with my other hand, but the surface was too flat, and I fell back onto the ground.

"Dammit!" I yelled. How was I supposed to get to the highest point of the structure, if I can't even get one meter up? I needed something for my left had, so I could hold onto it when I needed to push the sword into the rock again. It needed to be sharp, so it could get far enough into the stone that it didn't fall out when I put my weight on it, and strong like metal, so it didn't snap when I…put my…weight…on…it…

"If I was only lighter, than I could use a stick to get up there!" I joked to myself. I started looking around. Through the garbage piles that had accumulated at the back of the building. After a few minutes of searching, I put all my possible tools in a pile.

"Okay. So, a spoon, fork, steak knife, a broken shovel, an inch of rebar, and a stainless steel pan. You idiot! None of these work!" I shouted, startling a group of people passing by. I needed something new, industrial grade. Like an axe or even a pick axe…

I turned around, looking down the street. There! A hardware store! I sprinted towards it, pushing mortals out of the way. I bursted through the door, looking for what I needed. The store was empty, except for a startled cashier. I made my way over to him.

"Good day, mortal!" I said happily. He looked confused, but he put a smile on his face.

"Hello, sir." He returned. "What can I help you with today?"

"I was wondering if you had any axes or metal stakes?"

Again, a confused look appeared on his face. "Why, yes. I do believe we have a few stakes in the third aisle."

"Thank you! I will make sure lord Kronos knows of your assistance." I said over my shoulder while walking away. I could practically see his bewildered look. Once I was in the aisle, I searched for what I needed. After a minute or two, I found a stainless steel stake. As I was picking it up, I heard the door to the store open.

"Bonjour, officiers. Comment est-ce que je peux aider vous aujourd'hui?" The cashier said. I froze. I imagined my phone turning into the sword. But after a few seconds, nothing in my hand had changed. What the…

'You absolute IDIOT!' I told myself mentally. 'You left it in the wall of the hotel!'

"Est-ce que vous avez vu cette homme?" One of the officers said in return. The store went silent. I peeked around the corner and saw the little traitor pointing towards my aisle. The two officers turned around and took out their guns. I hid back behind the shelf, waiting for my time to strike. I could hear their boots hit the floor. In 3…2…1…

The police officer rounded the corner. I leapt forward as two bullets flew over my head. I took the stake and stabbed his heart, killing him instantly. I grabbed his body and faced the other officer, who was frantically shooting. The body of the other officer acted as a meat shield as I threw it at him. The cashier yelled when he saw the corpse, and he hid under the counter.

I walked over to the officer, who was trying to push off his dead friend. I pulled the stake out of the corpse and lifted it up. I smiled down at the officer, fear evident in his eyes.

"Say hi to your friend to me!" I said happily, before jabbing the stake through his skull. The room became eerily quiet. I looked to the metal rod in my hand which had already caused so much damage.

Oh yeah, it was perfect.

I started walking towards the door, but then a whimper behind the counter reminded me that I wasn't the only one in the store. A grin touched my lips.

"Sooo… about me telling Kronos about your assistance?" I said. I could practically hear him crying as I went around the counter. "Yeah, I'm gonna have to take that back."

Now, I'm not going to get into detail, but let's just say that the white walls of the store weren't really 'white' anymore.

I walked out of the store, feeling quite refreshed. Jogging over to the sword, I jabbed the rod into the stone. Grabbing onto it, I checked if it was strong enough. Low and behold, it held. I grabbed the sword, and started climbing.

After a gruelling 15 minutes of climbing, I had reached the edge of the roof. I didn't want to make to much noise, and considering that the roof wasn't that steep, I put away the sword. I climbed onto the roof, using the stake as a type of ice pick, carefully taking light steps. I noticed a little groove where the copper split, and I knew that I had found the entrance to the penthouse suite.

I put the stake in the groove, and using it as a lever, started pushing down. The metal let out a loud creak, but not loud enough to alert the inhabitants inside. With a groan and a snap, the door opened a tad. Just big enough for me. I slipped inside.

I landed onto carpet with a soft thud. The room I was in seemed to be the foyer. The sound of footsteps alerted me of an approaching figure. I dived behind the nearest couch as a man with pale blue skin, black eyes and a red hockey helmet on his head entered the room. He held a bronze sword and a slice of pizza.

'I like this guy already,' I thought to myself. Hey, what can I say? Hockey is the best sport in existence. Maybe when Kronos rules the world, he can make a version of hockey where one team is monsters and one team is demigods. Full contact, if you know what I mean.

"Noise?" He said. I could see multiple missing teeth from his mouth. He looked up at the ceiling with a confused look on his face.

"Calais! What was that noise?" A voice said in a separate room. The man, who I could only guess was Calais, turned around and I could see a pair of purple angel wings on his back. Another man entered the room. He had icy white hair, black eyes, purple wings and pale blue skin. He too, had a sword in his hand, but no hockey equipment.

The man looked up to the roof. His eyes widened when he saw the little crack of light in the roof.

"I must tell father." He whispered. Well, shit. They know something's up.

The man and Calais ran out of the room. I silently followed. After going through a hallway and passing a few weird ice statues that looked all too real, we arrived at a pair of shut mahogany doors, and shouting could be heard on the inside.

"Zeus has everyone on high alert after what happened in Tartarus today! Do you know what he is like when he is angry?" A male voice yelled. "He has us wind god's working overtime! I have not been able to even leave this room! Yet you barge in here like it is an all open clinic today!"

"Yes, but father—" A feminine voice with a french accent replied. She was cut off.

"Yes! What is it!" The man said.

"A man with the left side of his face scarred and white hair killed 2 mortals today! One was decapitated and one had its guts pulled out! That's what I have been trying to tell you!"

Well, shit! Now they definitely know something's up, and I've got a pretty good feeling they know who it is.

The shouting in the room stopped. Calais and the other man looked at each other with shocked expressions on their faces. They bursted into the room as I saw the god I was supposed to kill. Boreas.

And guess who was standing next to him, whispering? Khione, the goddess of snow.

"What is the meaning of this!" Boreas shouted.

"I'm sorry father. But the roof hatch was opened!" The man said.

Boreas' eyes widened. If possible, his white skin got even whiter. "Zethes, Cailas, go to Olympus and warn Zeus that Daithian Kaldo is here!"

Welp, the gig is up. I guess it's time to make my presence known.

"But if you do that, you'll ruin the surprise." I chuckled, while walking around the corner. They all turned around, looking at me with shocked faces.

"Daithian Kaldo…" Khione growled. Her cold eyes were boring into me, like icicles.

"The one and only!" I said while bowing. My tattered clothes felt like pieces of cloth sewn together as they drapped off of my body.

"Cailas, Zethes, go. We will take care of this." Boreas said to his two sons. They both moved to get past me, but I stepped fully into the hallway, my sword now fully visible.

"Out of the way, mortal," Zethes growled.

A mortal. A mortal? A mortal!

I let out a low, primal snarl. He dare insult me? I will make him suffer!

"Raaaahhh!" I shouted, as I lunged forward, trying to cut Zethes' useless head from his disgusting body. He easily rose to the air, causing gusts of wind that made me stumble. As I passed under him, I spun wildly, as a last ditch attempt to save the world from his ignorance. I missed Zethes, but I still heard the satisfying sound of a sword cutting through bone.

"Wa…?" The sound barely escaped Cailas' lips before it was replace with a scream of pure agony.

"Cailas!" Boreas and Zethes said in unison. Zethes landed as Boreas sent a massive gust of freezing wind down the hallway. I was lifted into the air before I hit the wall at the opposite end.

Cailas was withering in pain as Zethes tried to comfort him. The Ichor on his back pouring off like waterfalls of liquid gold. "It's okay little buddy, it'll heal," Zethes said, patting his back as if he just needed to walk of a big body check. Instead of quieting down, Cailas' scream became louder. A surprise expression covered Boreas and Zethes' faces, while Khione looked rather bored. I watched in utter fascination as the Ichor that was coming from his wound, started slithering across the floor towards me. The Ichor coming from Cailas was slowly changing into a brownish colour, like soil.

"What have you done?" Zethes muttered. When I didn't answer, he turned to me and yelled. "What have you done!"

I didn't answer because, frankly, I didn't know what I had just done. The Ichor on the floor continued on the carpet, not leaving one drop behind. It reached the tip of my sword, and it started covering it. Once all of it had collected, a dim blue glow could be seen on the hilt of the weapon. With a sheesh, the Ichor was absorbed into the blade.

I looked back at Cailas, and instead of the of the normal golden colour of Ichor coming from his wound, it was replaced with a deep red. My eyes widened as a massive grin formed on my lips.

"It works! Ha! It's blood! Real, mortal blood!"

Cailas was mortal.