Percy Jackson: Betrayed and wants Revenge

Chapter Twelve: Prophecies.

Previously~

Leo ran into me.

"Dude! Why are we in the woods?! Isn't this place like... Full of monsters and all that?!" Leo exclaimed.

I shrugged and took out riptide. "Quick! Leo! There's a monster near you!"

Leo frantically looked around and took out his hammer from his tool belt. "Where??"

"Here."

And then I decapitated Leo Valdez.

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Third Person Point Of View

The loyalties in the room were all scattered. Who were they loyal too? Nobody but themselves knew. They were here to not die. They didn't want to be on the losing side of a war. They didn't want to die.

They all were on Kronos' side. The monsters, rejected gods, forgotten demigods. Most of them were there for revenge. They want revenge on the Olympians. Others were there to live. The rest were there because they were simply dumb enough to be loyal to Kronos willingly.

Kronos knew he might actually have a chance this time. He had Percy Jackson on his side. Perseus. A very powerful demigod.

The Olympians and their children had no chance at winning. Percy was slowly killing possible threats everywhere. Other powerful demigods.

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Hades was more than furious with his siblings. His son and daughter died under the care of Chiron!

He wanted revenge.

Honestly, he didn't care if the gods lost this war. He wanted them to suffer. He also wanted the murderer of his son dead. Nobody knew the murderer. Not Apollo, not the Fates, not Thanatos, not anybody.

The King of the Underworld no longer wanted to be in the Underworld. This title has only brought him misery.

A lot more deaths were going to happen soon. He could sense it.

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Persephone was scared.

She knew that her husband was unstable at the moment. After the death of his demigod children, he has been angrier than usual.

She watched him suffer. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to be with her mother more than ever right now. The upcoming war was going to be huge. Persephone could feel it.

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On Olympus, life wasn't much better.

Everybody was scared out of their minds. At the Greek camp, the spirit of Delphi recently gave them two new prophecies. Two. Two prophecies claiming the same thing.

Apollo was deeply confused. He didn't understand why there was two poems.

'Friend or Foe,
Are thy friends?
Bonds will be broken.
The chariots will carry,
The fallen demigod below.
The chosen shall fall,
The broken bond,
Shall carry not one but many,
To depths down below.'