The Pit Lord

Prologue

Let's hear a story, shall we?

Once upon a time, there lived a boy who never lacked for friends or enemies, who could always be found in battle with one monster or another. Wars were fought won through him, some before they even started. Fate and her children would look upon his thread and say, "This boy is going through hell and then some and he STILL jokes around? Damn."

But there was always somebody who wanted him dead.

A couple years after his last great war, another son of his father appeared at his home, being chased by three monsters that he knew quite well. Let's call them Beef-Head, Snakehead, and Lizard-Breath.

During the fight, he noticed that the new kid had fainted. Understandable, running from these three, as he knew, was as tiring as fighting them normally.

Not so much for him.

After they were dead, the new kid was announced as his brother, and he was settled in, his life went straight to hell. No one seemed to pay any attention at all to him. Which was certainly better than what happened after that.

One by one, his friends and family all turned against him, calling him a monster and harming him in ways he would never reveal. Eventually, only those who were only rare visitors would even speak to him, much less be friendly towards him.

But they were not there often.

Needless to say, when the god of the dead, the goddess of the hunt, the god of the sun, and the goddess of the hearth arrived and told him of a way he could meet his goal and accomplish something.

His goal?

To die.

The mission?

Hunt down the immortal dragon and slay him.

So for five years he hunted the serpent, fighting monster after monster and demon after demon from his past.

His sword would cut through metal, flesh, and bone like tissue paper.

His powers crushed them like tin cans.

His fury blew them away like a tidal wave.

And when he met the dragon, he said one thing to it.

"I came here to die. I have seen Death's face. I have met War. I have suffered Plague. I have fought Pestilence. And now I have met what my fate is. So be it."

The battle went on for days, magic, fire, acid, poison, scales, and blood fell like snow to the ground.

It was a battle that was heard and watched in the land of the gods, his home, the land of the dead, and the land of the forgotten.

The dragon was impressed by the mortal's strength of heart and saddened by the pain in his soul.

So, as they lay dying together, dragon and man, mortal and immortal, magical and non-magical, it breathed its power into him, making him the only surviving half-dragon, half-man hybrid.

Neither the dragon, nor the man were expecting to be sent to the Pit.

None of the gods were not grieving, believing that he would die under the hands of his enemies who resided in that realm.

To this day, five hundred years later, no one knows if he survived or not.

So, we grieve.

We remember.

We fight.

That heroes name?

Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon, Slayer of Kronos, Loyal Friend, and the Hero Of Olympus.

And the brother I betrayed.

Forgive me, my brother.

I have lost my way.

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Hey, guys, it's Wolfsson, So, yeah, this is a story that is going be based off of a game called Dungeon Keeper, so there might be some creatures you recognize from there. I don't know yet. And I DO NOT OWN PJO OR HOO!!