Percabeth Oneshots

Facing The Abyss/ Tides Of Vengeance Pt.3

Prompt Credit: Aumplayz
Written by me.

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Percy trudged through the murky wasteland of Tartarus, the air thick with malice. Suddenly, the ground beneath him trembled, far more violently than before.

The air seemed to still, and the oppressive weight that had been growing for hours became unbearable. A deep, guttural voice echoed through the abyss, shaking Percy to his core.

"So... the mortal boy who dares to defy fate has arrived."

Percy froze. He turned slowly, his eyes widening as the shadows around him shifted and twisted, coalescing into a massive, towering figure.

The very essence of the pit itself seemed to rise and take shape before him, the darkness forming into a physical being-a giant, malevolent entity whose presence made the ground shudder.

It was Tartarus. The primordial god. The abyss itself.

Tartarus's form was monstrous and indistinct, his body made of swirling darkness, faces of the damned momentarily appearing and vanishing in the shadowy mass. His eyes glowed with a sickly red hue, locking onto Percy with an intensity that made his blood run cold.

"You think you can escape me, boy?" Tartarus's voice was like a thousand screams layered over each other. "I am the pit. I am eternal. And you are nothing."

Percy gritted his teeth, tightening his grip on Riptide. His entire body ached, and he could feel his strength waning, but he had no choice. He had to fight.

"I've faced worse than you," Percy growled, though his heart pounded with fear. "And I'm getting out of here."

Tartarus chuckled, a sound like a thousand souls crying out in pain.

"Arrogant. You think yourself a hero, yet you stand in the heart of my domain. Here, I am invincible."

Before Percy could react, Tartarus struck. A shadowy tendril lashed out from the swirling mass, slamming into Percy's chest with the force of a freight train. He was sent flying across the jagged terrain, crashing hard against the rocks. Pain exploded through his body, and he gasped, struggling to pull himself back up.

The ground around him seemed to ripple as Tartarus advanced, his form towering over Percy like a god surveying a broken mortal.

"You are nothing here," Tartarus hissed, his voice cold and merciless. "You are but a grain of sand in my endless expanse."

Percy groaned, his vision blurring, but he pushed himself to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth. His body was screaming at him to stop, but he couldn't.

Not now.

Not when Annabeth was still out there.

"I'm not leaving her behind," Percy spat, his voice hoarse but defiant.

Tartarus laughed, a sound that made Percy's skin crawl. "Your love for the daughter of Athena is admirable... but futile. You will never see her again."

With another wave of his hand, Tartarus sent a crushing wave of darkness toward Percy. This time, Percy was ready. Summoning all the water in his surroundings, he formed a protective barrier around himself. The shadows clashed with the water in a deafening explosion, but Percy stood his ground.

"Not... giving... up!" Percy shouted through gritted teeth, his entire body trembling with effort.

Tartarus's eyes narrowed. "You think your water can protect you from the void? Foolish child."

Before Percy could respond, Tartarus's form shifted, and his shadowy figure lunged at Percy. Percy barely had time to raise Riptide before Tartarus slammed into him, his dark, suffocating presence engulfing Percy in a cold, crushing grip.

Percy struggled, slashing at the shadow with Riptide, but the blade seemed to pass through Tartarus like smoke. The primordial god's laughter echoed in his ears as Percy felt the life being squeezed out of him.

"Feel the weight of the abyss, mortal," Tartarus hissed. "Feel what it is to be nothing."

Percy's vision darkened. His body was screaming in pain, his lungs burning for air. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't fight.

But then, in the midst of the suffocating darkness, something flickered in Percy's mind-something that had been nagging at him ever since he fell into Tartarus.

Tartarus was the pit. He was everywhere, and yet, he had taken physical form to confront Percy. Why?

In that moment of clarity, Percy realized the truth. Tartarus, despite his overwhelming power, had a weakness: when he took form, he was vulnerable. He had made himself tangible. And tangible things could be hurt.

Summoning every last bit of his strength, Percy focused on the water within him-the water that surged through his very being. He closed his eyes and let it explode outward in all directions, the pressure building until it was an unstoppable force.

The water surged forward, a violent torrent that slammed into Tartarus's physical form, tearing at the shadows that made up his body. Tartarus roared in fury, his form flickering and distorting as the water lashed at him.

"You dare!" Tartarus bellowed, his voice filled with rage.

But Percy wasn't done. He saw his chance.

With a roar of his own, Percy drove Riptide forward, plunging it into the core of Tartarus's shifting form. The blade connected, and Tartarus let out an ear-splitting scream as his body unraveled, the shadows dispersing in every direction.

The moment Tartarus's form disintegrated, the ground beneath Percy shifted violently. The swirling mass of darkness parted, revealing a faint light-the Doors of Death.

Percy's heart raced. He had done it. He had found the way out.

With a final burst of energy, Percy sprinted toward the light, ignoring the pain and exhaustion that wracked his body. He pushed through the swirling darkness, his eyes fixed on the glimmering portal ahead.

The Doors of Death groaned as they began to open, light spilling through the widening crack. Percy could see freedom just beyond the threshold. He was so close-so close to Annabeth, to his friends, to the world above.

But as the doors opened fully, Percy's heart stopped.

On the other side, he saw them-Jason, Piper, Leo, Hazel, Frank, and Annabeth. But they weren't waiting for him in victory. They were bound, captured, held by shadowy chains that seemed to drain the life out of them.

And standing over them, grinning with malice, was a figure Percy knew all too well who it was.

The figure met Percy's eyes, and his grin widened.

"Welcome back, Perseus Jackson," the figure sneered. "You're just in time to witness the end."

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Here's the question for this oneshot:

6. What book did Rachel Elizabeth Dare hit Kronos with in the Battle of Manhattan?