Well.

Hello, it's nice to see you're all still alive…

I am extremely shameful about how long it's been. Seriously. So Sorry…

Anyway, I've been getting back into writing recently – though in Marvel fandom – and decided I do not want to leave this story sitting all alone forever. I've written a complete plan for the final 10 chapters, and it's just a case of writing it all down! Updates will be every 1 - 2 weeks, though reviews may entice me to prioritise this story more : )

Thanks to everyone who has reviewd over the years I've abandoned you all, and any of you who do bother to come back for this update, know that you have my ABSOLUTE GRATITUDE. Seriously, I love you all, every follower, favouriter and loyal reviewer. YOURE AWESOME.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's for every one of you personally ;)

With all the best wishes, ChrysosAurum xxx

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The day after the ambush that had so gravely injured Sol-leks was the day that Omega returned to camp. Gina knew that Luke had sent a message to inform their leader about the Lupet's injuries- and the Mother of Rome's saving of him, but the Commander had been very tight lipped on his reaction to the news. When the latherid saw Omega, she understood completely why he had not said a word. He was furious.

The assassin's anger was a tightly controlled thing. Like a stormy ocean, the full might of his rage was not felt unless you were immediately in front of him. From a distance there seemed to be only an increased energy to his form. He was wearing his full uniform, a dark hood obscuring his face, but Gina was always intuitive when it came to emotions, and did not need to see his face to garner his feelings on their team-mates injury.

It was almost the end of lunch when Omega arrived, taking a moment to greet Sol-leks, where he lay at the end of their table in his wolf form. The still healing wounds on his back meant it was best for him not to return to his human visage until they were fully healed. After a moment, the assassin stood up, aware of all eyes on him and turning to stand where all of the beings of earth and small collection of the army could see him.

"Full meeting, in the amphitheatre, after lunch." He said shortly, before grabbing Luke by the shoulder and nearly dragging him after him as he stalked off to the ship. The gathered people started to talk as soon as he seemed to be out of earshot, the low buzzing of their talk filling the open air mess hall. Chiron left – presumably to gather the other leaders of the demigod groups which occasionally ate in the 'Big House'.

In barely two minutes the entire gathering of people eating lunch had filtered out to gather in the arena stands, still talking curiously amongst themselves. There hadn't been a full gathering since the introduction of Chaos' Army when the Lambda ship had arrived. Gina stood with the other Alpha members, all of which had only glanced at each other after Luke and Omega had left to confirm their opinion of the mood their leader was in.

Sol-leks took a moment longer to stand, and the team moved much slower than was usual on account of his weakened state. Thankfully the walk to the amphitheatre was not long. The whole of Chaos Army (nearly 20,000 beings) were gathered on the huge grass field surrounding the arena, which was also open air. Gina led her team into the stands nearest the door, taking a seat on the lowest row, next to where Luke had already saved their seats.

"Know what this is about?" asked Aruval of the commander, receiving no reply but a nod and a smirk. The Axeman was not impressed with this, letting out a huff.

"Let him have his mystery, Aruval" Gina told her surrogate brother, nudging his knee with her own. She looked to Omega, where he stood leaning against the barricade that separated the stands from the sand fighting arena in the centre. The lower half of his face which was exposed from his hood looked emotionless, but it was still clear to Gina that he was anything but. Their leader cared a great deal for each of them, she knew, and Sol-leks' injuries were likely a personal affront to him.

Look out Tartarus, now he's coming for you. . She thought.

Once the last few people entered – the immortal counsellors that had once been Omega's friends - he walked to the centre, pushing his hood down as he did so. He walked a small circle, gaze drifting over each and every person in the arena.

"I've had enough of sitting back and waiting for the fight to come to us, haven't you?" the assassin asked the crowd, in a loud, carrying voice. "A few patrols, scouting parties and fighting back when they come to this camp is all well and good but I think it's time we take the fight to them!"

There was a lot of talk at this, the gathered crowd murmuring amongst themselves all at once, but it was clear from the tone of voices that they were for the most part in agreement.

"Protecting this camp is crucial," Omega continued, "If the source of the Olympians power is threatened, then annihilation is possible, I'm not denying that. The majority of our forces have to remain here, a defendable base from which we can attack." Their leader started circling again, continuing to address the crowd which seemed unable to stay completely silent.

The beings of Earth had had hope, since the arrival of the Army, but it was undeniable that there had been a tension, a fear, in the air. Many of them were not much more than children. The idea of taking the fight to their enemy was enthralling, filling them all with even greater hope.

"What I'm suggesting will be dangerous, it could very well lead to the deaths of those who take part, and so I want you all to be absolutely certain before you step forward." He paused, taking another moment to stare hard at every person in the crowd, impressing his point upon them. Gina knew that he didn't need to say this to the Army gathered outside, listening too. They were all willing recruits, but the young men and women of the demigod camps, hunters and amazons did not have that luxury.

"My spy has given me information on two bases of Tartarus' Army on Earth. I'm asking for volunteers to take part in raids on these bases. Let's wipe their forces off of this planet all together!" There was a great cheer following his words, and Gina smiled. She agreed with Omega's words. They'd done quite enough sitting back and waiting for their enemy to strike.

The latherid glanced at her fellow Alpha teammates, before standing. "We're going to need subtlety, Omega." she said, loudly. "As the resident expert of our little group, I'd like to volunteer myself."

The assassin smiled, nodding. "I was going to ask for you," he replied. Gina leapt lightly over the barricade, stepping up next to him. She felt movement behind her, and with slightly less grace her surrogate brother followed her into the middle.

"You're not what I'd call subtle!" Luke called from his seat, to general laughter of the Alpha team.

Omega looked like he agreed before sighing, "I suppose we'll need someone to bring doors down once we've done the sneaky bit." He said in acknowledgement, receiving a clap on the back from Aruval.

"Why do I get always get stuck with the boring stuff? You get to go out on raids and I get to stay here and train." Luke complained loudly.

"That's because you're the side-kick." Omega quipped back, smirking at him.

Luke looked affronted. "I am NOT your sidekick!" he declared, looking scandalised.

Omega looked blankly at him. "You are."

"This is completely unfair. I never used to be the sidekick!" the commander complained. "Gods, I knew I should have stayed on the dark side." Everyone froze, looking unsure how to respond. Even Luke looked shocked at his poorly chosen words.

"Are we joking about this now?" Omega asked, looking confused. "We never make jokes about this…"

"I normally just think them." Luke admitted. "That one just sort of, slipped out."

Omega smirked. "I'd suggest not letting them 'slip out' in front of Blackjack. He might take you seriously."

Luke shuddered. "Yeah, probably best I don't." The awkwardness was obvious still, and Gina sighed loudly, before speaking up the break the silence.

"Anyone else going to volunteer? Or are we taking on Rapacia with just the three of us?" she asked. Instantly the campers started all taking over each other again.

"I'll come," said a quiet, but nonetheless clear voice. The immortal son of Hades stepped down the rows of seats and crossed the arena to stand with his cousin. Omega nodded at him, looking satisfied. He was quickly followed by Commander Fleetwood, the great winged Angelus who led the Gamma division. Then a daughter of Ares called Sophie, who was the new cabin leader, and then soon 50 other beings of earth. Some hunters, two amazons and a mix of Greek and Roman demigods. All of them were 17 or older, skilled enough to make it to such an age in such a dangerous lifestyle.

Then a hundred of the best of the Beta Platoon, many of them also demigods in their second life. Fleetwood pledged 100 of his own division. Another 40 of mixed groups from the Army joined them, making a full 300 people. Omega nodded at them all, looking pleased.

"Excellent. We'll begin planning our attack right away, and then Tartarus's Army will get a taste of their own medicine!" another great roar of approval followed the assassins words as every member of the Earth Alliance shouted their agreement. Gina could hardly wait to show the enemy what resulted from hurting their own.

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Nico di Angelo stood alone on the crest of the mountain range that surrounded the base they were about to infiltrate. While the other two groups were Percy and a group of four men and Gina with a group of four women, Nico had chosen to take only four undead warriors with him. With the understanding that this was an extremely risky mission, the others had agreed it was the best option.

The other 300 volunteers that made up their raiding party were by the entrance to the valley in three groups, waiting for the signal that the security was down and they could storm the building. Aruval was leading one group, Fleetwood a second, and the final group were led by Sophie, the daughter of Ares. The plan was simple; the three strike teams would each enter a different sector and disable the alarms for the entrance on that section. Then, each of the larger groups would storm the base from the outside, and clear the building, working from the outside in.

Nico heard Percy give the signal through the specially designed anti-monster-attracting earpiece that he wore, and shadow travelled into the building. It was immediately clear that the base was active, there were monsters of every type moving throughout the hall, along with several more human looking beings. They seemed surprised at the son of Hades arrival, freezing for a moment before turning to him as one and attacking.

With his four warriors – Achilles among them – behind him, he charged. Thankfully, his swordsmanship had improved over 5 centuries, or he would be in real trouble. He was soon surrounded and desperately hacking his way through the horde. He lost two warriors before he broke free of the group, darting down a corridor and heading towards the control room.

The spy had given Percy some very detailed maps of the base, and Nico had memorised them completely, knowing this was the fastest way to it. It took two more skirmishes with monsters – leaving only he and Achilles still standing (there were protections around the base that stopped him from summoning more) he finally made it too the room. Once he had disabled the locks on the outer door he radioed through to Sophie, telling her to hit the base now, before barricading them into the control room and preparing to defend it until his sector was secure.

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Percy Jackson did not have quite as easy a time of things. Knowing from Gade that the western sector of the base was the most heavily guarded, he had chosen to hit it himself. Teleporting his four companions in had been difficult, but manageable. A large group would have been impossible however. It was quite in this part of the building, but those they did come across were difficult to subdue and eliminate.

Geario, a carn who had volunteered from the gamma division was the first loss to their team, taking a bullet to the throat and dying instantly. Omega managed to take down his attacker with a dagger to the eyeball, and they moved on in a much tenser fashion. In the next room Yarnad of the Beta too was gunned down.

"Which way?" asked Colin, a son of Hermes as they came to a fork. Omega gestured the left, taking point as he lead them through the twisting maze of corridors. They made it through another corridor before he felt it. A primordial being was in the next room. There was no doubt about that. Waves of power rolled over them, bringing the group to a stop.

Speaking in a low voice to the two still behind him Percy instructed, "Take the other door at the end and then two rights - that should take you to the control room. I'll distract them. Send in the rest of them as soon as you can." Colin and David, a son of Apollo, nodded as one, before scurrying off in the direction he had indicated.

"So you have chosen to face me alone, Assassin." Said the being that stepped into the corridor. He was tall and solidly built, though not bulky. Even without the power that seemed to ripple through the floor, he was intimidating. "I've heard so much about you from mother."

"Funny," Percy responded, readying his swords. "I've heard nothing about you."

The dark haired primordial grinned madly, flashing perfect white teeth over red lips. "I am Moros, he primordial of Doom!" he declared, pulling a long, thin, silver chain out of the air. He whipped it once, before stepping forwards.

Omega lunged, slashing out with Riptide and nearly cutting off Moros' arm. The god leapt to the side, looking unconcerned about his near maiming. He cackled loudly, thrashing his chain in the air and making Percy roll to dodge. Moros soon had him on the defensive, the long chain giving him an advantage in the narrow corridor, as he whipped it around mercilessly, backing the assassin in a dead end.

"You don't really live up to your legend, do you?" the primordial commented, looking disappointed. "It's a shame really, but that's the trouble with fighting me!" he winked. He'd be charming, if he went clearly psychopathic. "I am Doom. Yours, mine, everyone's. And you are really due some tragedy!" he looked joyful at the thought.

Percy made a desperate leap, plunging Riptide down on an arc that managed to leave a deep gash the length of Moros' left arm. He paid for it, however, as the primordial struck him around the torso, the thin chain ripping through his light armour like tissue paper, and biting into his flesh. He gasped in shock as the chain was dragged back, pulling out chunks of muscle with it, leaving a trail of crimson across the floor.

The assassin dropped down heavily to a knee in shock, the white hot agony searing through him. He gasped, feeling as though he might be sick. Moros tutted loudly, as he stepped closer, leaning down. "Such a disappointment. I really don't see what mother see's in you." He said with a sigh. The Doom-god reached out, placing a hand on Percy's shoulder, almost in comfort.

He looked up at the primordial in confusion. And then Moros dug his thumb into the scar where the Soul-Catcher's blade had lodged in his torso. It was like his soul was being ripped apart. Though there was no wound, the area felt as though Moros was peeling back his skin. It felt as though Percy would split in two and drift away into the void. The primordial twisted his thumb and the assassin could only gag, eyes streaming, as he felt his very soul rip open a little more where the blade had left a wound.

In the darkest parts of Percy's mind, where he could still think more than horror-agony-revulsion-fear-OhGodsI'mGoingToDie-help-please-pain-terror the assassin understood. The blade had done more than break open his flesh, it had ripped right into his soul. The damage was irreparable. The odd weak feeling that had clung so long after the attack had nothing to do with the wound. His very life-force was seeping out into the air. It resembled most closely the feeling of Kronos' Scythe on the Princess Andromeda, but orders of magnitude worse.

Moros laughed, a mad cackling that seemed distant, until he released his hold. The area still throbbed, making the fresh wound in his side seem like nothing. Omega couldn't move for minutes, shaking on the floor at the primordial's feet.

"You're barely holding it together, aren't you? There's a gaping hole in your soul and you're such a mix of power from so many different beings that your splitting at the seams! I'm going to have such fun with you."

Percy managed to push himself upwards, staring up at the primordial. "I've killed beings far worse than you." He said.

Moros cackled again, true madness dancing in his eyes. "You know what? I'd love it you killed me! If only I could see what happened to your body even afterwards. You have no idea what it would do, do you? I wonder how long you'd last…" the Doom-god looked intrigued by the idea, and Percy felt confused. Chronus had implied killing a primordial of Tartarus or Erebus' strength would destroy him, but Moros was no stronger than his brother Oizys, whom the assassin's blade had reaped centuries ago.

Moros glanced over his shoulder. "Ah well, we'll have to leave this talk until another time, hmm? You're friends are here." He smiled at Percy. "I'll see you again, very soon."

And with that, the primordial of Doom disappeared from view. Not a second later, Aruval came sprinting down the corridor, his namesake weapon raised high. He came to a stop when he saw that Omega was alone, before lowering his blade and rushing forwards. "What happened?" he asked, ripping a med-kit from his belt and pulling out a bandage. He pressed hard on the still bleeding wound at Percy's side, causing the assassin to gasp and gag again, nearly vomiting on the floor. The pain rippled through him and caused the scar on his shoulder to twist again. "Where did they go? The primordial?" he axeman asked again.

"Disappeared when he heard you coming," Percy gasped out, trying to breathe evenly through the sharp pain. Aruval nodded in response, dragging Percy up and along the corridor.

"Come on, base is nearly secure. Gina, Di Angelo and Fleetwood are handling it. We need to get you back to camp. Umbra's going to kill me, he wanted to come with us. Said he was sure something was going to happen. I didn't know shades were psychic."

"They're not." Percy managed to struggle forwards with most of his weight on his team-mates shoulder. With the new damage Moros had done, the assassin could feel the split in his soul more fully, impossible to ignore. Every step felt like fear. Part of him thought he would drift away if he moved to suddenly, as though the rip would split further and all that was him would fall out.

But what was left of him? Moros was right when he said that Omega was a collection of other beings power. Percy Jackson had died the day Annabeth Chase did, but Omega wasn't a complete being either. Whatever he was it was a hollow shell filled up by other beings. Would it be so bad if he did drift away? He scolded himself for the thought. He couldn't. He had responsibilities. He had to fight or the safety of Earth, and all his friends; old and new.

Aruval must have noticed his weakening steps, because he hauled the assassin over his shoulder and carried him just in time as Percy slipped into unconsciousness.

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End of Chapter 11.

I'm going to try to keep updates every week/2 weeks until I finish this, amidst writing other things. There's actually only about 10 chapters left, its just a case of getting it down!

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