War Within the Depths (PercAres)

ep 1.

Author's note:

Hello, everyone. I wrote this fanfic a few years ago, and it was pretty successful, so I decided to translate it into English.
It was supposed to be a pilot, but i am just enjoying it so much! so I'll continue translating the rest of the chapters.
Please note that English is not my native language, and I haven't read the original books in English, so I relied on online resources and general knowledge, and I hope it suits your expectations.
I hope you enjoy it and I look forward for your comments!
Rachel Stark.

Chapter One:

Percy gently closed the door behind him, careful not to disturb whoever was sleeping inside. For a moment, he leaned his forehead against the cold door, took a deep breath, then straightened up and turned away.

The night air was pleasant, but the touch of that person burned into his skin, sending shivers through him each time. Percy rubbed his lips with the back of his hand, trying to shake off last night's events from his thoughts, hastening his steps toward leaving this glittering place behind.

"Need a lift, Loser?"

The voice froze his steps, and Percy could feel anger coursing through his veins.

"Ares," he hissed through clenched teeth. And indeed, the god stood there, leaning against one of the tall marble pillars in his black attire and long leather coat. Dark sunglasses hid what Percy knew were empty, black holes with only flickering flames in them.

"What are you doing here?" Percy asked, his fingers tightly gripping the pen that was actually his sword, Anaklusmos, in his pocket.

"Why would I miss the chance to see the acclaimed hero sneak out like a girl from Apollo's private chamber? No way! I would've filmed it directly to Olympus and given the guys there some entertainment, if I hadn't been in such a hurry to see it myself first," Ares chuckled, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.

Percy took a deep breath. He knew his blood boiled mostly because he was in the presence of Ares beyond the fact that Ares was a stupid, worthless thug who was worth imagining suffering at any given moment. But Percy realized there was no point in giving Ares what he wanted, so with great effort, he let go of the pen and withdrew his hands empty from his pockets.

"Don't provoke me like a child, Ares. I'm not in the mood for your games tonight," Percy resumed, moving toward the exit.

The sound of metal being drawn filled the air. Ares' sword suddenly appeared under Percy's chin as the latter passed by.

"Consider your words carefully, punk. Don't forget who's standing in front of you. You might still think you're a hero, but look at yourself now, a toy for the gods," Ares taunted. Percy's hand was already tightening again around Anaklusmos and his body was shaking with anger. "Draw your sword Ares and face me like a man. How despicable of you to threaten me when I'm empty handed."
Ares laughed loudly, the sound of his voice filling the air until Percy feared Apollo would wake up. He quickly dismissed this feeling from his heart.

Ares lowered his sword, but before Percy could draw Anaklusmos, Ares' hand grabbed his hair and forcefully pulled his head back. The half-blood's hands jumped to grab Ares' hand but the god did not release his grip.

Ares leaned into Percy's ear, his fingers tightening around the black hair of the green-eyed boy.

"Not today Perseus Jackson, but soon my sword will be at your neck and that time you will be mine."

Then Ares began to glow forcing Percy to close his eyes tightly and turn his gaze away, feeling Ares' grip disappearing and knowing that a direct look at the original form of the god would turn him into ashes.
Ares was gone.