Return of the Dead King

Altered fate

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Perseus' eyes snapped open, revealing his midnight purple eyes that shone weakly. Unless you looked very close at the elder god, then you couldn't recognize him. His usual raven black hair was splatted gold with his very own blood. His face was covered in ichor and his Greek chiton seemed to have two layers. On top of the real gold his golden ichor flowed down the chiton and dripped to the floor.

His half open droopy eyelids looked around the room. But he couldn't tell where he was. With a huge groan the god pushed him off the ground and stood up weakly. His legs wobbling after taking the gods energy pulses, that he didn't even think a Primordial god could take all at once.

Perseus heard three chuckles in unison reverberate around the room he was in. Perseus reached for his sword, until he realized he dropped it in the throne room of Olympus, where his younger brother was now King. Usually he could summon his blade immediately, but his powers either seemed to be gone for how weak he was or some super powerful being or beings were stopping him.

Instead he reached up and checked his hair for Anaklusmos. He pulled the hair clip out from his blood-splattered hair. He concentrated on willing the blade to become a sword. The clip elongated into a three foot shining bronze sword.

Perseus looked around the room for an exit, but it seemed there were none at all. His midnight purple and gold eyes scanned the room, nothing at all. This was peculiar. Did the assault fail? Was he now in the prison of Olympus?

"No you are not in prison," Three voices spoke in unison behind him. Perseus turned and saw the three fates. His eyes widened and he dropped into a bow.

"Lady fates, what do I owe the pleasure of the visit, to the exiled King of the gods?" He asked through gritted teeth.

The three fates chuckled. "Well Lord Perseus," He winced but the fates continued. "You are in the Void. Where immortals go when they fade." Perseus' eyes widened as he stared at the fates in shock. Perseus opened his mouth but they cut him off. He shuddered, did they always have to talk in unison.

"Yes Perseus, your family destroyed you." The middle of the fates snapped her fingers and a midnight purple and gold interlocked thread appeared in her hands. The thread was completely whole and looked like the color of his eyes. "This is your string of life, all immortals just as mortals have a string of life that the fates wield and decide when it is your time to move on from Earth. For mortals, when the string is cut they go to the Underworld and the judges decide upon if they are guilty, innocent or neutral, for immortals, you go to the Void, where Chaos decides if you are innocent or guilty.' The finished.

"If you decided it was my time to fade, then why is my string whole?" He asked confused. The fates even scowled in unison.

"You were not supposed to fade son of Kronos." This just made him even more confused. "Your fate was altered, the Protogenoi you spoke to before your demise altered your fate and broke the ancient laws. You were supposed to live and flee from the throne room of the gods and return when they needed to you to save them." Perseus scowled angrily, but all three ladies held up a wrinkled hand. "Enough, let us continue," Perseus grudgingly nodded. "Not even the Primordial' are above the ancient laws, however the four powers together was enough to overpower fate and destroy you. They cut off your power so you could not escape your brothers lust for power and wrath."

Perseus nodded. "If I am in the Void, where is Chaos? You said he judges the souls for goodness or evil. So why hasn't he judged me yet?" he asked the fates. They smiled showing off their white teeth.