Perseus The Disgraced Archangel

Final Battle Part 1

      Percy and Zoë walked into the throne room of Olympus. The gods were chained to their thrones, pieces of clothing were in their mouths, acting as gags. The hearth had been from the middle of the room, and over to Artemis' throne. Chained to the heath, was Hestia.

     What had taken up residence in the center was a massive downgrade. A giant black throne with embedded gems rose, with steps leading up to it. The top of the throne surpassed the heights of Zeus' throne, and he looked pissed about it. Luke Castellan's possessed body sat on the throne, looking around at his doing with maniac eyes. Hermes looked sad at his fallen son.

     Surrounding the throne were recently dead body's, all hosting a demon. They were all standing, as if waiting for orders. One seemed to be the leader. Dromos.

     Zoë unsheathed her knives, but made no move to attack. This was Percy's party, and she didn't want to intervene.

     Kronos looked at the newcomers. "Ah! How are you liking my redesigns? I think they really make the place pop, don't you?"

      Percy looked around once more. "You know, I'm no stranger to BDSM, but this seems a little... What's the word? ...Excessive."

     Percy turned to the demons, specifically Dromos. "You know, I came up here and got some pets, to... you know, maybe help work production. But then I find out you are all up, wrecking havoc, following him." He said, pointing at the Titan Lord. "So, I think it's time, that you all go home."

     Dromos smirked. "Make me."

     Percy scoffed. He took off his suit jacket, and hung it on the door handle of the throne room. "Very well."

     Kronos made a noise, some sort of command. The demons rushed forwards. Zoë threw one of her knives at one, but the demon dodged, and the knife stuck into a marble column.

     Percy growled, and all the demons froze in their feet. The sight was one to behold. It was one that one upped the performance at Mt. Othrys. Percy was in full Devil form. His shirt was ripped, revealing the scorched skin of his chest. Massive leathery bat-like wings reached up to the sky. It was amazing, and apparently turning Zoë on.

     He ripped off the remnants of his shirt, not liking how constricting it felt. And the shirt was already ruined, so, what the Hell?

     "YOU WILL BOW DOWN... TO YOUR KING!" The demons instantly kneeled at his feet.

     Kronos looked on with fear and awe at what Percy was doing. Dromos very reluctantly, (and pissed off that he had to) kneeled.

     "YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE. GO HOME!"

     The possessed bodies fell down to the ground, becoming dead once more. Percy was breathing heavily. Zoë looked at him with a small smile. Percy turned around and put in his suit jacket.

     Kronos stood up from his throne and looked down on Percy. "Ladies and Gentleman, we have the Devil in our midst! PURE EVIL INCARNATE right at the steps of my throne!"

     Percy scoffed lightly. He looked amused. "I'm not evil. I Punish EVIL. And you, you have been unpunished long enough. I'm going to make you fade."

     Kronos picked up his scythe. "So be it."

     Kronos jumped off the throne, and raised his scythe with both hands over his head. He fell through the air, the scythe sharp enough to split oxygen atoms in half. Percy sidestepped to the left, and Kronos landed next to him. The scythe sank into the marble floor.

     Kronos pulled it free and faced Percy who had backed up. He charged at the Devil, only to be pushed back with 2 fingers. He was sent flying into the throne , causing it to tumble on top of him. While Percy pushed him back, he used his other hand to grab the scythe straight from his hand.

     Percy took the scythe and snapped it over his knee like it was a fucking twig. He tossed the side that held the blade to Zoë and nodded at her. He held the blunt side as a baseball bat.

    Kronos rose from the dust and rubble. Golden ichor trickled from his mouth and nose. He stood shakily. His skin seemed to have golden undertones. He ran at Percy, hoping to catch him off guard. It didn't work though, as Percy swung the stick up, hitting the Titan Lord in the chin. Kronos went flying up. When he came back down, Percy cracked the stick at the side of Kronos' head, sending him speeding into the wall.

     While this was happening, Zoë was using the scythe blade to cut the celestial bronze chains that bound the gods. Artemis was first, then Hestia, then she just went down the line.

     Zeus and Ares wanted to fight, as they had been humiliated, but Zoë warned them against that idea. This was Percy's fight. Kronos had turned his demons against him; this was personal.

     That didn't stop them, but a threat to cut off their manly parts with the scythe certainly did.

    Kronos stood back up. More ichor was pouring from his face holes, and the golden undertone was definitely more prominent now. He limped to the center of the room, Percy watching him.

    "I'm in a weak vessel, how about I even the odds." Kronos said, smirking.

    Luke Castellan then blew up. Blood and gore covered the walls, and floor where he had been standing. Percy was pretty sure he spotted a whole ass lung next to the hearth.

     In Luke's place stood a golden glowing orb. It shifted into the form of a tall man, with bronze skin, and black hair. Golden eyes were still there, and the hair was braided into a small ponytail. He stood at about 14 feet. At least, he did, because then he shrunk to the size of a normal man, if a bit on the taller side. He probably shrunk because of the loss of the weapon of power.

     Kronos looked angrily at Percy, and foolishly charged. He threw a punch at Percy who caught it, then turned his wrist. He turned enough to flip Kronos' whole body and have him land on his face on the floor.

     Kronos rose on his hands, only to be kneed in the face. He fell on his back. Percy took a step back. He raised his arms out. "Where's this 'SO BE IT' attitude that you had earlier, old man?"

     "You're older than me." Kronos said weakly.

     "Yeah, but I'm not the one laying on his back like I don't have a walker." Percy taunted.

     Kronos growled weakly, as he rose shakily. He ran at Percy, only to be punched on the right side of the head .He fell to the ground, but Percy was already waiting for him and kicked him right where a bruise was starting to form.

     Golden ichor stained Percy's trousers, and the floor. Kronos was covered in his own ichor, while Percy had not a scratch. 

     "I'M A DEVIL OF MY WORD!" Percy said. 

     Percy motioned at Zoë who walked over to him and handed him the scythe. Percy crouched above Kronos and looked down mockingly. He ran his finger along the edge of the blade. He was surprised when it cut him.

     "You got some demonic steel on this thing? Smart." Percy said, before plunging the blade into Kronos' chest.

     Kronos' face stilled into a silent scream, before he faded out of existence. Percy stood up and started messing with a button on his sleeve.

     "You know, for a being that raised himself from perdition, he was kind of weak." He looked up. "Wouldn't you agree.."

     Percy turned around to see an exact copy of himself, except that one of his shoulders was fucked up. He had a scar running down from the top of one of his eyes, down his nose, and under the other eye. His whole demeanor was... off.

     "... Michael."