Dealing with Drama

Losing the Light

AN: Okkk.... so for those who cannot follow anything till now, here's a short summary. Actually, there is nothing much to say.

Annabeth died during a final battle in ToA, showing in Prologue Part 1. In Prologue Part 2, I show their relationship a few years before. Now, after Annabeth's death, Percy takes a fatal injury, which almost kills him. To save him, the gods give him immortality, and to help him deal with his loss (but really to keep him under his thumb) Zeus gets him a harem. Percy is OP, obviously. However, due to complications during the rituals to get him harem, Percy falls into a coma, which he wakes up from six months later. After recuperating for a few weeks, he learns of Annabeth's death, because he forgot it in the trauma, and attempts suicide. After surviving the attempt, he meditates to find his godly side, and becomes a Dark God.

Follow me so far? Here is the next chapter to scramble your brain. Try to cram all the information I'm dishing out in this chapter, and you are a genius.

Time: Same Time

Percy woke up with a start, jumping up and wielding the newly christened Doomslayer. Anaklusmos held firmly in his other hand, he surveyed his surroundings, thankful for the armour still covering him.

The pain in his shoulder, and the exhaustion weighing him down, were gone, and so was the overwhelming, intoxicating energy he felt under the Sea of Chaos. The power that he had gained as a Dark God still lingered, but most of it was locked away in his mind, for him to use as he saw fit. After concentrating for a minute, he saw the same connections he had felt, and was reassured. None of that had been a bad dream.

More proof was the armour he was still wearing, and his transformed weapons. Percy thought of how to reduce them, and immediately, as if responding to his thoughts, the armour shrunk back into his skin, his weapons shrinking to two rings. The rings were simple, yet elegant. One was gold, for Doomslayer, the other bronze for Anaklusmos. Both had black streaks running through the band, and a spattering of tiny emeralds, sapphires, black diamonds and rubies that fitted perfectly like shiny sand on the band of the rings.

He was under the ocean, again. The soft sand and rough coral feeling oddly familiar, yet alien to his bare feet. The waves tousled his long, raven hair, lightly pushing him about and tugging at his clothes. He could see perfectly even in the darkness of the ocean. Small nocturnal fish swam about in search of food, flocking towards him when they felt his aura as a god, and a son of Poseidon. Soft seagrass and weeds swayed in the waves, the little sunlight filtering through the waves forming beautiful patterns on the ocean bed.

The shark which had been nuzzling him obediently like a lost puppy, jerked upwards with joy, the underwater equivalent of jumping. It rubbed its soft, smooth scales affectionately against the god, and even went to nibble him lovingly, but Percy resisted its advances, not being so sure if it was safe even for children of Poseidon to be 'nibbled lovingly' by a full-grown tiger shark. Its stripes, though, looked beautiful as it reflected the sunlight, and Percy rubbed its dorsal fin affectionately, as if he was giving his puppy ear rubs.

'Nice shark you got there.' Percy jumped out of his skin in fright at the voice that appeared out of nowhere in his mind. Did he now have schizophrenia, too?

'Scaredy cat.'

'Dark deities do not get such puny diseases.'

He faintly recognized them to be his four, hot and sexy, female subordinates.

'He thinks we are hot and sexy.' Nyx spoke, a lingering touch of satisfaction and desire in her voice.

'Hmm.... are the admissions to your harem still open, Dark God?' Nemesis' voice floated over.