Dealing with Drama

Fighting a Frenemy

Time: Same Time

"What for?" Percy spoke up for the first time, making everybody look at him.

"Why is that voice familiar?"

"Yes, that voice is familiar."

Whispers broke out following Percy's question. He felt himself sweating bullets in the armour he was wearing.... and which he had not realised he had been wearing. Damn ADHD.

Tartarus narrowed his eyes at him, thinking and calculating, his eyes cold, before a small smile broke out on his face. A small, crooked and creepy smile.

"For sitting on the throne of the Judges." The unknown stranger spoke out, before adding, "I'm Erebus, by the way. People nowadays don't really know my face." He sighed dejectedly, making Percy's eyes widen a fraction when he realised he was on the same rank as the original Dark Deity.

"So, who are you, Dark God, to sit upon the seat of the Judges?" Hades stood up. From the expression upon his face, he had recognized Percy's voice, and his expression was half torn between shock, and pride.

Percy stood up after Hades had retaken his throne. "I am the Fifteenth Olympian, the God of Heroes, War, Darkness, Fear, Horror, Nightmares, Insanity and Time."

There were whistles at his declaration, accompanied by whispers saying that he fed on, or fed them power in the web. "I can see why you are on the Judges' seats," Perses spoke up.

"Your identity." Hades seemed about to burst a vein, being unable to keep himself reined, claiming bragging rights.

"I am...." Percy did not speak anymore, instead taking off his helmet, revealing his face.

He looked up to the ceiling, seeing his reflection in the mirror, not bothering, or caring for their shock or anger at his identity. He noticed with faint interest that his long, raven hair was back, and his tanned skin had regained its normal tanned shade, coming back from the pale tinge it had taken. His sea-green eyes shined with unrestrained power. Cool beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, both from anxiety and the heat within his armour.

"You!" Nyx seemed to finally lose it, lunging across Nemesis to attack Percy, who just tilted his head back, letting her thrust blade pass harmlessly in front of him, the steel cool against his nose.

It was not only a critical error on Nyx's part to attack another Dark Deity, a judge on top of that, but also a display of cool reflexes on Percy's part.

Two birds with one stone.

Nemesis looked horrified at her, grabbing Nyx and forcing her back into her own throne. Percy just lazily lolled his head back, gazing at the struggling Primordial through half-lidded eyes.

Their gazes met, dark meeting sea green, and Nyx stiffened in abject fear as she, and only she, felt the sheer force of Percy's godly power bearing down upon her. Despite her fear, the Primordial of the Night could not help the silver blush creeping up her neck at the dominating, masculine force, just charged with testosterone, that marked Percy as a dominant alpha male.

"Nyx!" She jumped in her seat as Erebus slammed his fist down upon the armrest of his throne. "Have you gone insane! Attacking a Judge!"

Tartarus eyed the exchange idly. "I believe that all of us are shocked at our latest recruit. Nevertheless, it is expected of all of us to welcome him with open arms, and treat him with the respect he deserves as a Judge. Any attempted attack on him, is an attempted attack on all of the Judges." He observed quite apathetically.