Return of the Dead King

Blood is Powerful

Midnight purple eyes swirled with an unknown power as they stared at a golden sarcophagus. The man with these eyes was in a bow, his eyes though were never wavering from the golden coffin that radiated a cold and evil atmosphere. The man's face formed a scowl, which did not ruin the looks of his face. He cleared his throat with a loud retching noise. He dropped his gaze to the black marble floor of the half- built palace.

"Luke Castellan failed, father. The members of the quest are almost here to free Artemis from the weight of the sky. I am unable to do anything do to the ancient laws that bound the gods. What can we do?" He asked, his voice seemed nervous, as if he did not want to upset the coffin.

A blast of gold flew from the coffin. The beam of power blasting the man off of his feet. He slammed to the ground, hard. He got up groaning. Before he could do anything a voice growled at him. Radiating pure evil, and pure destruction.

"You think I do not know this, Perseus. Then you are a fool. Luke Castellan may have failed, but he will be here for the final battle. Artemis will not be freed. And if she is. You will regret it. And you are not bound by the ancient laws. You will stop them. Understood?"

The ancient voice growled. Perseus nodded his head. "Yes, father. I will not let you down."

"You better not. And one more thing, before they arrive, put your hood up. And whatever you do. Do not let the blood of the huntress touch you."

Perseus shifted nervously. His eyes held and immense amount of confusion and anger. Many emotions swirling in the multiple colored eyes. He shook his head and swirled around, and pulled up his pure black hood. Shadowing his face and eyes from anyone's sight. His right hand gripped the blade sheathed at his hip.

Perseus turned and looked at the half a dozen dracaena. "Guard Kronos." He growled fiercely and demanded in a ton that radiated enough power for anyone to listen. The monsters obliged, shaking from fear as they sprinted to the golden coffin.

Perseus turned to the giant figure by the weight of the sky. Underneath the weight, was the goddess of the hunt Artemis. And Atlas was mocking her. Perseus for an unknown reason felt pure fury run through his veins at the sight of Atlas mocking Artemis.

"Atlas." He roared. The earth shaking dangerously. The giant Titan turned around, his obsidian black eyes wide as he flinched at the expression Perseus adorned on his face, one holding an unknown amount of rage. "Stop mocking the goddess and prepare for battle." He snarled. The Titan's eyes narrowed as he glared at Perseus.

"You cannot think we need to prepare for weaklings such as those who went on the quest." Atlas said, his voice dangerously calm. Perseus shook his head angrily.

"We must not underestimate them. If we do, we are signing ourselves up for our own destruction. We might as well be ready so we can ensure our victory." He turned his attention away from Atlas. And looked at the entrance to the garden. Nothing, absolutely nothing still.

Until a streak of blonde caught his attention. When the streak stopped. A young teenager was breathing heavily. His blond hair was greasy, and sweat ran down his pale white face. His light blue eyes showed exhaustion and fear as he placed his hands on his knees. At the boy's hip was his four foot long sword. A mix of celestial bronze and mortal steel.

Perseus raised an eyebrow at the son of Hermes. "Castellan, you failed your duty." He said in a stoic tone. Luke turned and paled when he saw the hooded figure. His day was going be a whole lot more complicated.

"Yes, but the members of the quest are here. Where is Bianca Di Angelo and Annabeth Chase?" Luke asked the god. Perseus narrowed his eyes under his hood, despite Luke not being able to see them.