Return of the Dead King

End of his Journey for Lightning

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Perseus shifted, big mistake. An intense pain coursed through his body, he was barely able to breathe that was how intense the pain had become. He could not see, but he could feel everything around him. He slowly moved his right leg, ignoring the burning sensation in his arm. This movement though stopped abruptly, by something soft and firm. Keeping him from moving his whole body. He swung his left leg, same result. He was imprisoned, unable to move.

And he could not see, he gritted his teeth and with all of his strength he swung his leg, with a loud, audible pop, the barrier around him exploded in a huge splatter of liquid. The contents covering him completely. He forced himself not to gag as he shook himself like a dog, ridding himself of most of the goo that covered him.

Perseus slowly opened his eyes, the little movement hurting way more than it should. His eyes were open but he still could not see, and his senses were dull. He could feel his powers slowly recharging from his injuries. The bullet to his heart had severely weakened him. Where was he? He looked around, trying to at least see anything in the deep, entirely black darkness that surrounded him like clouds.

His eyes started to slowly adjust to the light of the place he was in. The place was a massive cavern that glowed a red haze. He looked around. As he breathed in, the pain now dulling, he could feel the sulfur that inhabited the air of this place. He quickly reached to his right, his hand gripping the hilt of Anaklusmos.

He slowly pulled it out of it's sheath, the blade glowing bronze giving him more of a light. He cautiously took a step forward and something crunched loudly under his feet. Perseus stopped and bent down, the item in question was a large piece of glass, that shattered under his step. He scanned the ground completely, the first layer of the ground was covered in jagged and large pieces of broken glass, adorning the entire crimson red surface of the cavern.

He looked up to see red clouds in the sky of the place, and his heart clenched and his eyes widened.

Tartarus, god forsaken Tartarus.

Perseus was in the abyss. The Primordial god's domain. The place where his father now resided in thousands of pieces. The place where his father and the rest of the Titan's would soon rise from and attack Olympus. And how would Olympus do if he was stuck down here in the pit.

He groaned. Why was his life always so difficult. He could imagine the fates laughing at him, while Chaos was chuckling. It just made him more determined to leave this infernal hell hole.

Perseus looked back at the spot, and almost puked. He came from a blister on the skin. Ugh. That's disgusting. He was still covered in the blisters goo. He shook himself like a dog once again. But the liquid had already hardened onto his skin and clothes.

He would reverse time around and inside his own body to get rid of the goo, however if he did he was afraid the pain from the bullet would return and cause more damage than it already had.

How the Hades did that even happen? How did the mortal even manage to get the celestial bronze? The police officer was completely mortal, he had sensed that. No blood of a god or any immortal anywhere in his body. More questions popped to his head. What about Thalia and Annabeth? Were they alright? He hoped so. Thalia was his little sister and he could not imagine her getting hurt. And Annabeth, while she was immensely annoying and pissed the eldest god off, he did not want the daughter of Athena to die.

His brother better keep his word, even if he is not there. Because if he does not, Hades will have one Hades of a problem.

Perseus took a step forward, trying as hard as he could to keep his footsteps silent. But that as virtually impossible. Not even the sneakiest ninja could move silent through this glassy terrain.