Their Demon

To Sail the Storm of Tartarus

Previously on Their Demon...

"Ahh..... me, Why I am Tartarus, the man himself," said the man in an amused tone

to say Percy was shocked is an understatement, he bowed "Lord Tartarus"

"None of that, I come here with an offer. I know of your conquest to destroy and rebuild Olympus. I ask if you would like to be the champion of the Pit"

"w-why me," asked a shocked Percy

"you are the only person to come here last a year, fade 4 immortal Titans, gain their domains, and not go insane."

"Who would I be to decline more power," Perseus asked amused

"That is a yes I take it? Now, in order to become the champion of the pit, you would have to defeat the current champion in the Arena of Tartarus. But before that you would have to defeat 9 other opponents leading up to the champion to prove your worth "

"do you still accept"

"Without a second thought,"

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Percy trailed behind Tartarus. Tartarus was currency explaining how the Arena worked. "There are 10 stages, with 10 extremely strong enemies," Tartarus said. He looked Percy in his eye to see that they returned to normal. He smiled. It was nice to finally look someone in the eyes. He could sense the locked-up power in Perseus and knew if trained properly he could be something more. "Each stage gets harder," Tartarus continued. Percy nodded. "I didn't think I would get a dracanae then get an empousa," Percy said. Tartarus stopped walking and looked at Percy in shock then he laughed. "Is that what you think this is?" Tartarus asked. "Some of these monsters have never been heard of. This is their eternal home, some possess the power to take down the strongest olympian," Tartarus said. Percy's eyes widened. "Take down the strongest Olympian?" He asked himself in a whisper.

Tartarus smirked and walked away. Percy jogged to catch up. "Where are we going," Percy asked. "You need training. If you were to enter the Arena like this you wouldn't make it past the first round," Tartarus said amused. They walked until they arrived at a cave. They ventured into the cave and finally, they got to a place with light, though Percy could see perfectly well. "Lord Tartarus," They heard a voice. Percy immediately uncapped his sword. He had heard that voice before. "No need for the sword Perseus," The voice said again. "He is right Perseus, you do not need your sword, for now, after all, your trainer is Prometheus," Tartarus said. With that, he dissolved into dust. Percy still didn't lower his sword.

"Smart," The voice of Prometheus echoed through the cave. "A true swordsman does not lower his sword until the enemy yields or is addressed," Prometheus said. A knife flew to Perseus, but he spun around and deflected it with his sword. He realized that the knife was going to the exact spot he was injured, during his first encounter with the manticore. His eyes widened but he had no time as he had to dodge a knife flying to the back of his head. He looked in the reflection of his sword to see it coming and rolled out of the way just in time. Medusa he thought. He was still in defence position when a ball rolled over to him. Suddenly it sprung into a bull and Percy jumped out of the way in order to avoid getting run over. He was about to attack the but when he noticed that something was off.

The bull ran into a wall, just like the minotaur. With the exact form, the exact sound, everything Percy could remember about that incident was identical. He then looked closer to see a little blue light from the bull's eye and then he finally let his guard down. The bull then disappeared and with that, Prometheus appeared. A smirk on the scar-ridden face of the titan of forethought. "H-how?" Percy asked. Prometheus smirked even more. "A hologram, how else would I have a bull replicated as well as the great minotaur?" Prometheus asked. Prometheus went over to a torch on the wall and inspected it. Within a second Prometheus threw the torch at Percy.