Rewriting to improve writing.
"Gods are born out of the need of humans but they shall die at the hands of the ones they've wronged."
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The world of demigods has never been a safe one, plagued by monsters, the wrath of gods, and the impending d...
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I cried to the gods, the skies were empty. I cried to the mirror, the reflection smiled back.
༺♥༻ Song- Sonne- Rammstein Tw: Sexual talk, touching. Lots of touching. Dark!Percy makes an appearance.
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By the time the kids realised their powers were held back due to whatever enchantment was in the binds, they were surrounded by fish people.
It would be rude to call them fish people, at least as Percy nervously said. More like if fishes and dogs had a baby which was crossed with a human baby who's finger nails weren't cut in months- yeah, that'd be more accurate. The things were easily 7 feet tall, almost blocking the tiniest amount of light by forming a close circle around the group- similar to how ants surround a prey to kill them using body heat. "Oh we are so fucked," Percy said, his mouth slightly agape as he looked at the Telekhine which had spoken.
They didn't like cursing kids, apparently.
After being stripped of their weapons,which now lay on the stone floor, the group was dragged out of the Templo by the waddling group of weird hybrid creatures. To anyone watching it'd probably look funny- a group of kids, bound at the wrist with their jaw and mouth partially restrained to stop them from screaming, being carried like they were kittens being dragged off to get a bath. Sure it didn't feel funny, but it looked funny.
The nearest Cathedral was too close to their comfort. The mouth binds locked their jaws enough to stop them from screaming sure, but they could still talk/whisper, which meant they had some very interesting things to say to the Telekhines. As they were made to lean back against the pew with their legs folded under them, Percy made one final attempt to try and speak before he let out a hiss of pain.
"Percy..." whisper-yelled Annabeth as blood trickled down the boy's wrist. He was forced to take deep gulps of air as he blinked, managing a forced "I'm fine."
The son of Poseidon was made to shut up as the binds threatened to snap his wrists off, sucking the energy out of each demigod as the seconds passed. Grover, bearing the brunt of the emotional link with Percy, began to lean back against the pew with his eyes almost closing.
"Grover, Grover!" Whispered y/n as she tried to nudge the Satyr. Grover simply groaned and shook his head, blinking some tears away.
This was bad.
The door of the Cathedral opened once more and the sound of someone being dragged in made the demigods shake themselves back to action. Luke, being the one closest to the edge, turned his head to look at who was being dragged in.
"HEY! Hey! Not cool man, I didn't consent to this!" Asael exclaimed as he was dragged down the aisle by the largest, tallest one of the Telekhines- possibly the leader. His lip was busted and he had a nasty black eye, and if Luke squinted, he could swear he saw the way his head looked.
