His bronze armour is in shards, discarded.
He is cradling Luke's dead body in his arms. On the floor, withering and hurting, he has his mortal enemy in his arms while he takes his last breaths. Perseus is crying.
Fates, do you see this?
Our hero is kind. He feels anger and sadness.
Why do must you make him suffer?
Give him happiness! Let him have the world!
We know you would never want this. Oh Perseus, accept it still.
The paling skin cracks gold and red. If a dead could scream, he would imagine this. Skin and bones turning into ash as gold changing into a beautiful blue which is gone before before he can blink.
He is cradling ash. He bloody hands stains gold but never burn as his true enemy rises.
Annabeth was too late to accept the fate of the son of Hermes. She is crying now, her hands clamped on her mouth and her eyes wide as the horror unfolds.
Percy wants to scream, no! Close your eyes! She is ash before he can manage any words of warning out of his closing throat. Why did she not close her eyes?
At his mortal anchor's death, a deafening scream crawl its way up his throat. He sounds of nothing to his own ears.
He roars and rages and blood is everywhere. Red and gold.
He can only remember Achilles' warning and he laughs despite the searing pain he feels at the small of his back. He cries and laughs, because he has no concern for it.
The world would rip itself apart with the rule of The Crooked One. He is not the destroyer here, only the witness.
But the rage is washing over him like a tsunami. He is laughing and he is crying. His eyes are open in an invitation of death as Kronos sheads the mortal skin but Thanthos never appears.
He is crying tears of gold. The earth is trembling.
The Titan King stands over the remains of the Big Three, looming over his battered form with shining golden eyes shot through with amusement.
Perseus laughs and cries and makes the ichor running through his veins boil.
The amusement is gone in a flicker, exchanged with an expression that can only define excruciating pain.
Perseus' laugh sounds maniacal to his own ears. He sounds like nothing himself.
The rush of his own blood he can feel is exhilarating. No, not blood. Ichor.
Oh the irony! The Titan created a new god while trying to end their rule!
Thunder crashes and the sea is much easier to control. He makes the wind sweep the titan across the crushed marble floor, slamming him into Zeus' throne.
His control over the ichor is gone. He is tired and torn. His defeat is inevitable.
But he is not one to accept it so easily. He growls, showing his teeth.
The Crooked One rises up to his feet and looks down at him again. He laughs!
The Titan is bleeding ichor and he laughs!
Lighting crashs on the throne as Perseus screams in rage and shadows creep near the feet of the taller one, caging on him.
"Little one." The Titan all but cooes and everything stops.
Perseus is helpless as the Titan King marches towards him and kneels down at his side. He brings a large finger to hold his chin up. Percy tries to jerks back, but the motion is so slow that is he suspended in the air.
The Titan laughs again, booming!
He grips his face in surprising gentleness, his golden eyes shining with amusement. "Look at you," he tells no one. "Look at those eyes."
What?
"You have the eyes of my Queen, your grandmother. Ever-changing, conflicted to settle for a single shade of green, and so expressive." The Titan pauses. "You shall live."
No. No, no, no, no. He will not be a prisoner of war.
In his rage, he is blind to care about himself. He will not be restrained.
He lashes, he screams, he overpowers, he hurts till his world was a blur blending into black.
Why do you do this, Fates?
What? This is happiness.
Why should your words be believed? You have given him nothing.
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Many important details are hidden in this chapter. The small words mean a lot, every part will spur a new turn in events.
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FanfictionTitan victory AU And as he watches his mortal anchor die, a deafening scream crawl its way up his throat. He sounds of nothing to his own ears. He roars and rages and blood is everywhere. Red and gold. He can only remember Achilles' warning and he l...
