Spartans of Chaos

Chapter 3: Second Chance

Guess who's back! Anyway I'm back to writing now that I have some time on my hands and I got some projects I'm currently working on.

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Hope you enjoy this chapter, this no longer Pipercy as I have a better idea for that pairing.

'I don't remember this anywhere after my last few visits,' Percy thought to himself as he sat up on the bed.

He took a look around the room, but there was nothing to really look at. It was a plain room with tan walls and a bed was the only thing in the enormous amount of space. Percy shook his head and attempted to stand up, but almost fell over after his knees buckled.

"I wouldn't advise that."

Percy shot his head over towards the sound of the voice to reveal a pail man wearing a white button down and black dress pants. He held a glass in his hand as he stared out one of the windows.

"You've been out of it for a few days so your body needs to readjust," the man said.

"Who are you?" Percy questioned.

"Chaos," he responded abruptly. "Primordial of Creation, The First God, Creator of the Universe-"

"I get it," Percy interrupted.

Chaos turned to see Percy in a bow even though his legs were shaking and threatening to buckle once again.

"Relax," Chaos spoke up. "I hate bowing so don't do it and didn't I tell you to not stand up."

Percy sat down on to the bed and plopped backwards.

"You said you wouldn't advise it," Percy said with a smirk.

"Just as sassy as I was led to believe," Chaos replied. He turned to face the boy before taking a sip from his glass. He noticed one of his eyebrows raise up in question to what he was drinking. "It's whiskey. Something your world actually did a good job of creating and my favorite drink for when my grand children give me a headache."

"What did they do wrong this time?"

Chaos mentally face palmed.

"He's dense as well," Chaos mumbled

"I heard that," Percy said as he suddenly jumped up. A small grin crossed his face as he took a few jumps in place. "All good to go."

"You're sitting in a bedroom with the creator of the universe instead of the underworld and you're not questioning anything?" Chaos asked.

"Figured it was just a dream," Percy replied.

"Well it's not," Chaos said as he physically face palmed this time. "The gods who voted against you and the majority of camp are celebrating the death of a traitor as we speak."

Percy turned away from Chaos and his head dropped. "Oh," was all the boy muttered out before taking a seat back on the bed.

"After your death, I transported myself to the underworld and struck a deal with Hades to bring you back to the surface."

"Why would you do that? Everyone believed I was a traitor so what are you seeing that they don't?"

The glass in the hand of Chaos desolved and a chair suddenly appeared in front of Percy. The creator made his way over and sat down with a sigh.

"There are other worlds with different type of species and different sets of gods," Chaos spoke up. "Earth just happened to be the first planet with life so therefore it's people and gods are much stronger than anywhere else."