Perseus The Disgraced Archangel

Let There be Light

      Percy arrived at the Williamsburg bridge almost immediately. It was after midnight, but the bridge glowed brightly. Cars were lit on fire, as well as flaming arrows and spears flew through the air.

      The Apollo campers would take shelter behind cars, then peak out and nail a monster in the head. They would set off explosive arrows, making holes in the asphalt. They made flaming barricades, all the while taking sleeping citizens and dragging them to safety.

     It was all for naught though. The army just kept approaching. Dracaena came forward with shields locked. Hellhounds leaped forward pouncing on unsuspecting children. And leading them on a horse made of bones was the Titan Lord himself, Kronos. What was a mindfuck was that he was in the body of Luke Castellan. His golden eyes took in the scene hungrily, watching the chaos.

     Percy turned to Michael. "Get everyone off the bridge, I'll take them."

     "You can't possibly-"

     "I can, and I will." Percy said.

     Michael sighed. "Be careful."

     "When am I not?" Percy said teasingly.

     Michael went back, yelling. Percy looked at the approaching army, and smirked.

     "Nice dogs!" Percy said.

     "They are quite magnificent, aren't they?" Kronos said.

"Yeah, sadly..." Percy stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled. Thunderous footsteps shook the ground as an enormous Hellhound came into view, just narrowly missing the buildings. Her head was above the rooftops as she stepped onto the bridge. She eyed the opposing army hungrily. "Mine's bigger."

     Mrs. O'Leary barked once. At the same time, as if planned, the Hellhounds in Kronos' army stood up straight. Mrs. O'Leary growled once. The Hellhounds eyed the army, before pouncing and ripping monsters to shreds. One would jump on the back of cyclops, while another would pounce on the front and tear it's throat out. Another would tear through the armour of a dracaena, then impale it with it's large claws.

     Kronos watched as his intimidating army was torn apart within seconds. He really should've used less Hellhounds. Seriously, half of his army was made out of Hellhounds. What an idiot.

     The minotaur tried to fight back with his new axe, but missed as the hounds of Hell dodged. To leapt up and bit onto his horns. The unexpected weight pulled him off balance. Using their weight to pull, they pulled him around the bridge. The Minotaur was swinging wildly as he tried to hit something, anything. And he did. Kronos.

     Kronos took this as a sign of defeat and fled upon his horse.

     Percy took out Riptide and motioned for the hounds to leave. He flipped Riptide in his hand and struck the ground. Cracks spread from the entry point, and spiderwebbed across the bridge. The bridge collapsed, only remains being the concrete from the supports.

     Percy spread his wings and flew back to the side of the campers. He took a headcount. Less than they had started with which he expected, but strangely, there wasn't a certain head counselor.

     "Where's Michael?"

     Will spoke up. "He, uh, he never left the bridge."

     "You mean he-" Percy asked, looking at the destroyed bridge.

     Will nodded.

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     The Plaza was nice. Of course it was with the chandeliers and passed out rich people all put in a pile in the corner. The demigods and Hunters had taken over the top floors. They were strewn about on couches and even a couple on the floor.