Welcome to My Nightmares -Percy Jackson Fanfiction-

Chapter VIII

Chapter VIII                         Wow, This Place is Cool! Now Let's Murder Bitches

Percy tittered around on his feet, at a loss of what to do. He had been sitting around for what felt like ages! Honestly, doing nothing was boring him. He couldn't forever amuse himself within the gruesome visions of his own mind. Okay, that was a lie, his gorey fantasies were rather fun, but still, it got old after awhile. One could only imagine the destruction of the whole world so many ways.

Percy sat within his own mind, sideways in a chair as his legs dangled and kicked and his head lulled over the side. What could he possibly do to entertain himself, and possibly further along his destruction of everything in the process?

Percy groaned. He needed an evil henchmen. One couldn't simply come up with everything himself. Sure, it would still be him coming up with everything, but it was nice to have the illusion of company, something which he hadn't had in a long while. Percy snapped his fingers.

A random satyr appeared on a stool in front of him, munching on a tin can. "What's up man?" He asked, a smile on his face. Percy sat up correctly in his chair, but still slouching on one armrest.

"I'm bored."

"Wanna materialized people to kill and or torture them in various ways?" The satyr suggest casually.

"Been there, done that. I was thinking some way to further progress my world domination." 

The satyr winced. "World domination? You sure about that? Sound's like a lot of responsibility.

"Bored." Percy grunted. The satyr shrugged in acceptance. 

"Uhm..."

"You're useless."

"I'm you, bro."

"I'm useless."

"You could kill a God."

"Okay, not so useless. That sounds fun. Who? Dionysus? He's a pain in the ass."

"He's also useless and nothing but annoy the Gods. If anything, we'd be doing them a favor, killing him off." The satyr countered. Percy frowned in thought.

"So someone who is helpful to the Gods? Someone who they'll need?"

"And someone who would very likely get in our way."

"I'm a genius!"

"Hey! I came up with it!"

"You're me. Get over yourself."

The satyr huffed in irritation.

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Percy landed lightly on the balls of his feet. Black armor adorned his body, hard as steel but flexible for mobility. He crept throughout the extravagant palace, watching as flying books fluttered around the place, some landing on perches, most of which were unoccupied. Little decorative olive trees were scattered about, usually next to some stone statue or fountain or other marble structure. In the dead of night, not much could be seen, but the unblinking, large eyes of owls stared at him in the dark. He stared right back, challengingly. They rested once more, unbothered by his presence.

He held his electrified spear in hand, poised out in front of him to help light the way. He didn't use the spoil of war very much, but it had proven to become handy in the few months he had claimed ownership of it.

Stalking slowly throughout the large, marble structure, Percy wandered around to where he hoped his target would be. If he was correct in his assumption, the resting place of his target would be near the back of the palace.

As he ventured father and father, it became smaller, more crowded. Bookshelves began to adorn walls on all sides, some plain, others in extravagant designs, decorating the walls in swirls. Some of the books were organized by color alone, others were alphabetized, and some seemed completely random.

But he wasn't here to compare literature choices. Slowly, he made his way to where the doors were. He didn't bother attempting to open some of the more plain wooden doors. A Goddess who would spend that much time arranging her books would surely make her bedchamber entrance just as extravagant.

Percy was beginning to get impatient and paranoid. He kept passing ordinary looking doors, some metal and steel, others made of gold and silver, some just plain oak wood, others out of leaves and plants with olives decorating them. He kept turning around, feeling a pinprick of anxiety tickling the back of his neck, until finally he came across what he knew had to be her bedchamber.

The door was massive, towering at least ten feet above him, roughly twelve feet in width. It was a large, impressively carved marble structure decorated with lines of golds, silvers and emeralds, and Percy thought he saw some rubies. He also could have sworn there were hints of obsidian in places. Pictures, animals and several winged books were carved into the massive double doors, but Percy didn't spend any time worrying about architectural design. He knew the palace would be impeccably designed before he begun his journey.

He slowly opened them, holding his breath until he was able to slip in and close them once more. He knew the room within had to be even more magnificent than the doors and the rest of the palace, but he didn't spare it any attention, focusing solely on the massive canopied four-poster bed in the middle of the room.

He crept towards the bed slowly, quieter than a shadow. He thought Nico would be proud of him. Casting that thought aside, Percy diminished his spoil of war, instead taking out his faithful sword, Anaklusmos. It gave off its own golden glint of its own, but that couldn't be helped. 

Percy was finally next to the bed. Athena rested peacefully, face relaxed and neutral and brown hair splayed out around her. Percy smiled a wicked smile. He let his subconscious drift out towards her, entering her mind and rendering her defenseless as he tore down all her senses of feelings, of hearing, of sight, of smell. She was completely oblivious to the outside world around her. 

Percy trapped her within her own, everlasting nightmares. Never to awaken, never to be mercifully freed from the torturous hell her own mind would create and fuel hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second. Percy smiled, and began his departure. A maniacal smirk adorned his face as he sunk into the shadows, watching her too-still form on the bed, eyelids and fingers twitching as she begun the first stages of her eternal hell. 

"Farewell, Lady Wisey." Percy cackled, before vanishing amongst the shadows.

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