Percy Jackson and the Fall of the Gods

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"Ah Percy Jackson." Zeus pats my cheek slowly walking around me. "You should have known, you would fail."

"I'm going to kill you." I grit my teeth.

"Ah... the growls of a captured weakling." Zeus smiles meeting my eyes. "I should thank you, Percy Jackson."

"Why?"

"Because you killed all my competition my boy!" Zeus peacocks around the room. "You killed most of the 12, the only ones left are weak!"

"Hehe... You sound crazier than me." I laugh. Zeus gets in my face and grabs it squeezing tight.

"Why do you still talk!" he yells in my face. "You failed Perseus Jackson!"

"That's where you're wrong uncle... I didn't fail, I'm just taking a break."

Zeus looks confused, Hecate burst into bright blue hell fire breaking the spell. As Zeus looks back at her still griping my face, I reach into my pocket and uncap Riptide. With an upward slash Zeus's hand gets severed from his body. His hand still grips my face even though I cut it off, I pull it off and toss it away.

Zeus pulls out his master bolt, and aims it at me. BOOOM!

I manage to barley dodge it, my shirt singeing. My faded Camp Half Blood shirt barely hanging on now, I reach for the collar and tear it off completely.

I reach up and clench my fist at Zeus, "Sand coffin!"

A Zeus gets buried in sand and it turns rock hard crushing him inside, golden ichor steams out in random places of the sand.

"Cant believed that worked..." I mumble to myself.

I walk over to the still burning and screaming Hecate and I remove her head from her body. I look over to the rest of the gods now hiding behind Hermes. I smile and slowly walk to them.

As I walk to the group I stop at Hephaestus as he crawls on the ground. I look down at him and meet his terrified eyes, and I cut his arms off. "Stay."

I walk to the forge, and I take my shoes off. After a bit of tinkering, I walk back to the downed god of fire. I raise my shoe over his head, his eyes widen in fear as he see the glowing red on the bottom of my shoe. I stomp on his head, over...and over...and over... and over... and over again... and over again.

I shake the godly mashed potatoes off my show, and I keep walking to the group. I reach Hermes,

"You are just like Luke!" He yells at me.

I shove my sword through him, my hilt almost going in him.

"Luke was a creep and a failure with daddy issues." I look in Hermes eyes as he starts to die. "I have succeeded in my goal... I am the destroyer of gods"

Hermes falls, the rest of the group stare in horror.

"We now enter the Age of Perseus Jackson..." I smile at the group.