The Son Of Asclepius, Doctor of Divinity

Ave Mi Amor.

By the time he got to the elevator the doors to Kronos' one were already closing. 

"You tyrant!" yelled (Y/N), watching the titan smirk just as the doors shut on the son of Asclepius.

He slammed his shoulder into the doors just as Kronos and Ethan escaped. Grimacing, he pressed the button to call the elevator down as fast as possible. He didn't stop till it returned, jumping in as soon as he could. 

Standing in that elevator, he tapped the floor with his foot. It felt like he had been in there for hours already, was it taking longer than usual? 

Fed up with waiting, he mustered his strength and threw his fist at the ceiling. A hole big enough to fit him was created, and he took no time jumping through. Now on top of the elevator travelling at some insane speed, he crouched down before leaping once more.

He practically flew with the speed of Hermes. Little did he know that he was flying with the speed of Hermes, the god of messengers throwing his power at his friend in hopes he could stop his son.

Barrelling through the doors he came to the white marble bridge that connected the mortal realm with Olympus. It shook as he ran across it, the connection crumbling with each step he took. He sprinted through the city, and wherever he went he was met with destruction. 

Altars and temples lay wasted, obvious scythe marks from the mad titan. Homes devastated, parks torn up, statues hacked apart and in total absolute chaos. Olympus was burning.

And to make it worse, this was the last stand. There would be no second chance for the Olympians, or the rest of the Greek pantheon for that matter. No second seat of power, no moving to a new country. And he had to slow down the inevitable destruction.

Reaching into the air next to him for the third time now, he made a little prayer to Lady Fortuna and attempted once more to summon Nightshade. Third time's the charm, he succeeded and drew his blade from the air, shifting it into its stethoscope form. He hung it around his neck and made haste to the council room.

The doors to the throne room had been ripped from their hinges and tossed aside, leaving a mound of rubble for him to climb over. When he got in, the two traitors where admiring the Olympian thrones.

Kronos stood in the middle of the throne room, his arms wide, staring at the starry ceiling as if taking it all in. His laughter echoed around the room.

"Finally!" he bellowed. "The Olympian Council—so proud and mighty. Which seat of power shall I destroy first?" 

Ethan Nakamura stood to one side, trying to stay out of the way of his master's scythe. The hearth was almost dead, just a few coals glowing deep in the ashes. Hestia was nowhere to be seen.

The Ophiotaurus swam in his water sphere in the far corner of the room, wisely not making a sound, but it wouldn't be long before Kronos noticed him. But it didn't matter if he was noticed, for sacrificing him now would grant little power to that of Kronos' true form.

"Stand down Luke," demanded the son of Asclepius.

The titan and demi-god turned to face him.

"Look who it is, the slave of Olympus. I must admit now that we're alone our little fight was rather fun. It really is a shame though that you'll never get that eye back," he mocked, laughing like crazy. "Though, you look like Nakamura with one eye and all that. But I recommend covering it up."

(Y/N) clenched his fist.

"How about we spar? No powers, no levelling buildings. Just good swordsmanship."