Return of the Disgraced Archangel

Tartarean Hospitality

A/N. Reviews!

"lol haven't read the chapter yet, but, hiiii, glad we finally got a chapter kinda thought u had given up tbhh

also, are you gonna do one for trials of Apollo aswell?" -allisonj1008

Nah, I hadn't given up. Just working on something else, that's all. No, I'm not going to do one for Trials of Apollo. I don't think I can relly do anything with it, and I'm also kinda of tired of the Disgraced Archangel universe. I have other ideas I wanna use.

"The last line in the a/n about Sandman Death is completely true" -Guest

Right! I'm so in love with her. She's just the best.

"okay, read it, loved it, need more of it-

on a serious note lol

loved the chapter, kinda had to reread the last one to remeber what was happening buuuut, overall a nice chapter!" -allisonj1008

Thank you. Here's more right here. I get it, having to reread, I have to do that sometimes whenever there is a long break between chapters of a story I'm reading.

Now, onto the chapter!

Tartarus's castle loomed in front of Percy. It was a massive testament to architecture. With a huge keep surrounded by the walls and guard towers, it was a sight capable of arousing dread from even the bravest warriors.

Each brick was made of black stone, with the mortar in between made of cooled magma. The outer wall stood at about fifty feet tall, taller than any gigante. A moat surrounded the castle, with the five Underworld rivers racing around in it, only separated by a thin layer of rock. A drawbridge provided a safe passage into the castle's walls. The portcullis was made of stygian iron, with the ends of each bar sharpened into a wicked point.

Percy stepped one foot onto the wooden bridge. He raised an eyebrow. How did Tartarus get the wood down here? From that forest that was miles away, maybe?

Percy walked the rest of the way across the bridge. When he stepped into the entrance through the wall, the bridge quickly raised by itself and slammed shut, trapping him inside. At least, the illusion of it. He could just punch through it and fly away if the need arised.

Inside the walls was a surprising site. A forest of glowing mushrooms grew in a meadow of black grass around the castle keep. Each mushroom glowed with a different color. Some were purple, others red, others blue. There were orange mushrooms, yellow mushrooms, green mushrooms. There were even a couple of mushrooms that slowly shifted colors, as if visiting a rainbow and making a stop at every color on the way.

There were big mushrooms, ones that made Percy feel small, and there were small mushrooms that were no bigger than an ant. Most were in between the two extremes.

As Percy walked through the garden, he noticed something else in the garden. Gemstones. Lot's of gemstones. Taking up the role of rocks, large collections of gemstones sparkled in the light made by the mushrooms. Ranging from diamonds of different colors to ruby's to emeralds, they all made an appearance in the garden.

Percy reached a hand out and touched the stalk of a blue mushroom that was taller than him. From underneath, he could see that the gills of the mushroom glowed, as well as the dots on the cap of the mushroom. The stalk was a nice black color, matching the grass it grew on.

"Greetings." A voice said from behind.

Percy took his hand off of the mushroom and turned around. A small alarm bell started ringing when he saw the owner of the deep voice. In all honesty, he shouldn't have been surprised. It was his castle after all.