Heir of a Titan - Book 2 PJO

Chapter 46: I Feel All the Feels

I actually screamed. And then I laughed hysterically. Everyone looked at me like I had lost it, which, I probably did. But I knew.

The enemy forces stirred uneasily. Then the strangest thing happened. They began to part, clearing a path through the street like something behind them was forcing them to.

Soon there was a free aisle down the center of Fifth Avenue. Standing at the end of the block was my giant dog, and a small figure in black armor.

"Nico!" I called.

"Nico?" Percy asked.

"ROWWF!" Mrs. O'Leary bounded toward me, ignoring the growling monsters on either side. Nico strode forward. The enemy army fell back before him like he radiated death, which of course he did.

"Ha. That over dramatic little shit." Raph chuckled. I looked up at him and smirked.

"Would you expect anything else?" I asked.

"Nope." His cloudy eyes cleared for a moment. "I missed your voice." He said quietly.

"I missed yours too." I smiled up at him for a brief moment before looking back at our saviour.

Through the face guard of his skull-shaped helmet, he smiled. "Got your message. Is it too late to join the party?"

"You didn't stop for coffee along the way?" I asked with a frown.

"You can talk again."

"Thank the Lord of Time. It won't last forever."

"Son of Hades." Kronos spit on the ground. "Do you love death so much you wish to experience it?"

"Your death," Nico said, turning towards him, "would be great for me."

"I'm immortal, you fool! I have escaped Tartarus. You have no business here, and no chance to live."

Nico drew his sword- three feet of wicked sharp Stygian iron, black as a nightmare. "I don't agree."

The ground rumbled. Cracks appeared in the road, the sidewalks, the sides of the buildings. Skeletal hands grasped the air as the dead clawed their way into the world of the living. There were thousands of them, and as they emerged, the Titan's monsters got jumpy and started to back up.

"HOLD YOUR GROUND!" Kronos demanded. "The dead are no match for us."

"Your so fucken dramatic." I mumbled with a roll of my eyes. He glanced at me and smirked. "I'd expect nothing else."

Raph stepped up beside Nico. Nico could summon the dead, and if they were the loosing side in battle they pledged their allegiance to Ares. So, the commander and general, facing Kronos with their army of dead.

The sky turned dark and cold. Shadows thickened. A harsh war horn sounded, and as the dead soldiers formed up ranks with their guns and swords and spears, an enormous chariot roared down Fifth Avenue. It came to a stop next to Nico. The horses were living shadows, fashioned from darkness. The chariot was inlaid with obsidian and gold, decorated with scenes of painful death. Holding the reins was Hades himself, Lord of the Dead, with Demeter and Persephone riding behind him.

Hades wore black armor and a cloak the color of fresh blood. On top of his pale head was the helm of darkness: a crown that radiated pure terror. It changed shape as I watched- from a dragon's head to a circle of black flames to a wreath of human bones. But that wasn't the scary part. The helm reached into my mind and ignited my worst nightmares, my most secret fears. I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, and I could tell the enemy army felt the same way. Only Kronos's power and authority kept his ranks from fleeing.