Percy Jackson: The Warrior of Chaos

Chapter 5: The Lost God

"Perseus Jackson," Said Tartarus, forming in front of me, "we've been waiting for you."

All the monsters started to jeer and shout at me. Many of whom I have probably killed before, are wanting their revenge.

"What do you want Tartar Sauce?" I spat at him.

His face shifted, from a swirling vortex of nothingness, to an actual face. It was almost handsome, a broad jawline, a sharp nose like a hawk, a face that you'd expect of a linebacker. But his eyes ruined it, they were pure black. Black corneas, black pupils, black, black, black. His face was in a disgusting sneer at me referring him to a fish sauce.

"We, want you dead, Jackson. You are the only thing standing between us, and destroying those damned Olympians once and for all."

"Fine, let me just get a cure for some drakon poison, then you can kill me in many colorful ways. Deal?" I attempted.

Tartarus just laughed, and monsters being the cronies they are, just joined and laughed with him.

"Okay, looks like I'll have to kill you all first." I said.

So I did something stupid. I charged.

I knew that one way or another I'd have to fight ehm, so I decided to catch them off guard and attack on my own terms. Needless to say, they were surprised by my boldness, or stupidity. They didn't really register I was killing them until about a third of the maybe three-hundred were dead. And I was tiring out, fast.

Before I knew it, I was completely surrounded with Mrs. O'leary at my side, growling so ferociously at the monsters a T-Rex would've been too scared to attack. Apparently a T-Rex had more brains than monsters. The monsters started attacking, and Mrs. O'leary and I were overwhelmed. I got seperated from her and told her to get out of here, she did. So I was alone against about a hundred and fifty monsters, and one of the most powerful gods in the history of ever. The monsters were still coming at me, so I never had time to truly process this. I don't know where it came from, but i felt a surge of power course through me, and I was suddenly unstoppable. Riptide was an arc of pure death and destruction. I was furious that these monsters were trying to keep me from getting the cure for Annabeth. I went into autopilot mode and was a force to be reckoned with.

I killed the last monster, somehow unscathed. I looked at Tartarus, who wasn't looking to happy that I destroyed his army.

"I have many more where that came from, Jackson. I have regiments five times that size. But I cannot rely on them to get here. So I will deal with you myself." He said.

Panic mode, activated, big time! Something I would like to know is how i haven't reacted like I did last time I saw him. Maybe because rage was clouding my fear this time. But I didn't have time to ponder that, as Tartarus summoned his own sword. A 15 foot shadow of darkness is all I can say about it. It looked like a double edged sword, made from smoke. Something told me that it was truly made of pure fear. So, seeing this weapon of death, I charged at Tartarus. I'd like to say it went well for me, but in all honesty, it didn't. I should've realized that when I charged a 40 foot primordial god nearly more powerful than the Olympians combined, who happened to be holding a 15 foot sword made of fear. Hindsight is 20-20, right?

As soon as I got close to Tartarus, his face turned into the vortex of nothingness again, and it was as loud as an FA-18 Super Hornet going faster than the speed of sound. Our swords clashed and I felt a massive jolt of pure pain shoot up my arm, so I held my sword in both hands. Tartarus swung at me and I parried the strike, only to have more pain shoot up my arm. I'm pretty sure my right shoulder joint is currently out of place from it's counterpart socket.

Dear Right Shoulder,

Will you please return to your designated seat and keep all tendons and muscles inside the cart for the duration of the ride. Thank you and have a nice day.

Tartarus kicked me in the chest, and sent me flying back several hundred feet, and landed right on my back and felt a crack. I resisted the urge to black-out from the pain in my ribs and back now. I couldn't feel or move my legs now, I think my back might be sort of kinda fucked up. Tartarus jumped towards me, and held his sword right above my chest.

"Any last words, Jackson?" He asked.

To be honest, I couldn't speak from the pain. But someone else spoke for me.

A booming voice said, "No he doesn't. Because the words he speaks will not be his last."

Tartarus resumed his face face again, and looked scared. He mumbled "No, it can't be."

A pure darkness of light came from nowhere, and formed another figure matching Tartarus for size, maybe even bigger than him. I couldn't tell from me trying to not black-out. This new god looked very human, looked like an early thirties aged man, he had relatively tan skin, some deep blue eyes, long black hair, and a handsome hawkish face. He wore battle armor that was the most friendly color black I have ever seen. Is it possible for black to seem like a friendly color? The only thing inhuman about his appearance were the massive black wings he had. They had an easy eighty feet wing-span. He had a double edged sword that was slightly larger than Tartarus's, maybe about eighteen feet in length. Whoever this guy was, he was powerful, as the god of the pit seemed surprised, if not frightened by this new character.

"Tartarus, you will leave this child alone. If you do not, then I will have to face you in combat. I'll admit, I am more rusty than you. But seeing as I am Chaos, I might still have enough juice from the old days to defeat you in combat." Chaos said.

Tartarus simply disappeared into a purple cloud of smoke, without a word in response to Chaos. Chaos stepped toward me and shrunk to a normal human size, close to about 6 foot 3 inches. He looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I am Chaos, and you, Percy Jackson, are my heir. I will heal you, and take you with me to my domain for the time being while we discuss the matters at hand."

"Annabeth," I croaked out.

"Child, you do not need the drakons blood, I can create a concoction out of nothing and send it to camp that can help her. I am the primordial god of creation after all." He said.

He snapped his fingers and a vial with a purple liquid in it. Then snapped his fingers again and the vial disappeared.

"It has been sent to camp for your Annabeth. I will heal you now." He hovered his hands over me and spoke in ancient greek, much older sounding than anything I have ever heard. I immediately started to feel better. The pain went away, I didn't feel so tired, I felt like I could kill another three hundred monsters and then run a marathon.

"Try to sit up now," said Chaos.

So, I sat up without any difficulties, and then stood up because, you know, reasons.

"Thank you. What did you mean that we were going to 'go to your domain'?" I asked.

"Grab my hand, and I will show you," he said, holding his hand out to me.

I took it and instantly we disappeared in a flash of darkness (happy darkness? Still confused about dark being warm and happy) and appeared in front of a palace/castle that would've made The Palace of Versailles look like a play pen.