After the previous content heavy part. I felt something light should follow. However, I won't call this a filler chapter. I do think it has elements that are important.
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As Percy's excruciating pain ebbed away, he blinked open his eyes to a sight that shattered his expectations of where he might have ended up. No longer amidst the once reassuring familiarity of Olympus, he found himself standing in a throne room of unparalleled grandeur, a place that dwarfed even the majestic abode of the gods. The walls, cloaked in a hue of deep, soul-absorbing black, seemed to possess an insatiable thirst for light, drawing it in with an almost voracious hunger. This stark backdrop enveloped the chamber, casting an aura of both awe and trepidation.
The atmosphere in this primordial space felt charged with a peculiar energy, as if the very essence of the walls themselves were attuned to the secrets Percy harbored within. Standing amidst such unearthly splendor, Percy experienced a paradoxical sensation-utter exposure and a profound sense of liberation. It was as if the obsidian walls were not merely passive observers but active participants in his journey, pulling at the veils of his being with a gentle insistence, encouraging him to shed the burdens he carried.
In this enigmatic throne room, Percy felt a weightlessness that transcended physicality, a freedom born from the release of all that tethered him to mortal concerns. The walls, devoid of adornment yet pulsating with an ancient power, seemed to invite him to surrender to their embrace, offering a sanctuary where his vulnerabilities could be laid bare without judgment or consequence. Amidst the solemnity of the space, Percy found himself strangely at peace, relinquishing his grip on the complexities of his existence and embracing the profound stillness that enveloped him.
The room stretched before Percy, lined with thrones of every conceivable make. To his left, amidst the impressive array, a throne crafted from seashells and sand caught his attention. Resting upon it was a woman whose sea-green hair flowed in tangled waves down her shoulders, mirroring the turbulent depths of the ocean. Her eyes, the vivid hue of a tempestuous sea, bore into Percy with an unwavering intensity that sent a chill down his spine. Wrapped in a gown that seemed woven from the very currents of the ocean-shifting shades of azure and aquamarine-the woman exuded an aura of serene power that commanded respect and reverence.
Opposite her, an imposing figure sat upon a throne as dark as the abyssal walls surrounding them. His muscular frame blended seamlessly with the obsidian seat, casting him as a shadowy silhouette against the room's dark backdrop. The deity's skin tone, as dark as the throne itself, rendered him nearly invisible save for the faint outlines of his piercing eyes. Glowing with an inner fire, these eyes betrayed his presence with a captivating intensity. This deity exuded an unsettling aura of danger and unpredictability that made Percy instinctively tense in his presence.
Yet, it was the trio of thrones to his left that stirred a storm of conflicting emotions within Percy.
A female deity with raven-black hair cascading like a waterfall of shadows down her back sat upon a throne woven from the very fabric of the night sky. Her form was shrouded in a gown as dark as the shadows, her penetrating gaze filled with ancient knowledge that sent shivers through Percy's soul. The room seemed to darken in her presence, as if the very essence of night itself had coalesced around her.
Beside her, a male deity of unearthly pallor and crimson eyes lounged upon a throne fashioned from pulsing veins and muscle, its surface stained with dried blood. The very sight of him brought back memories of harrowing battles and sacrifices made in the darkest depths of Tartarus.
Lastly, a figure of serene earthiness and warmth sat upon a throne of hardened clay and mud, her skin kissed by the sun, eyes sparkling with maternal wisdom. Her moss-green hair adorned with blossoms seemed to breathe with the vitality of the earth itself. Percy recognized them instantly: Nyx, Tartarus, and Gaia-primordials of darkness, abyss, and earth, respectively.
The memories flooded back, memories of Nyx's relentless pursuit in her dark palace, the haunting sacrifice of Bob the Titan made in the depths of Tartarus to seal the doors of death, and the bitter war against Gaia's forces. A swell of anger surged within Percy, shaking the very foundation of the chamber, the floor quivering beneath his feet.
"Perseus," a voice called softly, resonating with a blend of masculine and feminine tones that defied categorization. Percy turned, drawn by the voice's gentle allure, and his gaze fell upon a central throne bathed in a soft, radiant light. Seated upon it was a figure of transcendent beauty, radiating a warmth that enveloped him like a comforting embrace. Their voice, neither distinctly male nor female, held a timeless grace-a testament to the primordial essence they embodied.
Their complexion, a blend of celestial hues, shimmered with a luminescence that rivaled the stars. Eyes of the softest brown, touched with a hint of gold, gazed upon Percy with a depth of understanding that spoke of eons of existence. Cascading waves of blonde hair, imbued with the brilliance of cosmic light, framed their face in a halo of radiance. They wore a gown of ethereal fabric, woven with threads that whispered tales of creation and order, its hues shifting with the ebb and flow of unseen energies. As he focused on them everything else seemed to fade away. The once void walls seemed to be bathed in gold light.
Percy felt a surge of empathy wash over him as he beheld this figure, a profound sense of connection and understanding that transcended mortal comprehension. Tears welled in his eyes as he felt the weight of his burdens ease in her presence, the maternal compassion they exuded washing away the bitterness of betrayal and loss.
"I am Phanes," the figure spoke, their voice a gentle melody that resonated through the chamber. "Primordial of Light and Life, bringer of structure and order to the universe."
As Percy stood transfixed by the radiant presence of Phanes, the Primordial of Light and Life, he felt a profound shift in his understanding of the cosmic forces at play. Their voice, a harmonious blend of alluring tones, resonated through the chamber, carrying with it a wisdom that transcended mortal comprehension.
"You see, Perseus," Phanes began, their gaze piercing through the fabric of his being with a gentle intensity, "the beings you encountered on Earth were but mere reflections of their true selves. The primordials you now behold are the essence of their domains, untouched by the distortions of mortal perceptions."
Percy listened intently, the weight of Phanes' words settling upon him like a revelation. Memories of battles against Gaia's forces, Nyx's relentless pursuit, and the harrowing trials in Tartarus flooded his mind, each instance now reframed in the light of Phanes' explanation.
"The corruption you witnessed-the pollution of Earth, the chaos wrought upon the skies, the monsters cast into the abyss-it has tainted the very essence of Gaia, Nyx, and Tartarus," Phanes continued, their voice carrying a sorrowful undertone that resonated with the echoes of ages past. "They are not inherently malevolent, but rather reflections of the turmoil inflicted upon their realms."
Percy felt a pang of empathy stir within him, a newfound understanding blooming where resentment and anger once held sway. The realization that the primordials were victims of circumstance, their true natures obscured by the scars of external influences, filled him with a sense of poignant clarity.
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I feel no matter how much Percy is hurt what the others did, he is not going to let the Demigods sacrifices go in vain by siding with the ones who were responsible for their death or the deaths of their loved ones. So I believe the first order of business was to make it clear that the Primordials he is currently with and those he had previously fought with are two similar but different beings.
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