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Thalia's POV

"No!" I watched in horror as his blade sunk deep into Artemis's throne taking a large chunk out of it. Páthos readied for another swing and before he could I threw my shield slamming it into him and causing him to stumble forward.

He tumbled over the throne with an angry roar as I retrieved my shield. He clambered to his feet and in a swift motion lunged wrapping a hand around my neck. Grunting I kicked and thrashed unable to breath. He smiled cruelly and tightened his grip. Gritting my teeth I gripped his wrist and shocked him as hard as I could.

He roared in pain and dropped me to the ground. Scrambling to my feet I barely managed to dodge his next attack. I was getting slower and weaker and all I could hear were the panicked calls from outside as Olympus was torn apart.

He rolled his shoulders. "How does it feel to be the only one here?"

"I could ask you the same question." I panted and hurled a lightning bolt at him. The strike was slow and he deflected it with ease.

"Pathetic. Your friends are going to die and so are you." He sneered. "Olympus is going to be mine."

"And what will you rule over?" I asked stumbling away from his lazy and taunting swing.

"The world." He growled. "And people like you will not get in the way."

He spun and slammed his blade into Athena's throne but it stuck longer than expected. I took the opportunity to thrust with my spear and stab him in the calf. He growled in pain and reached back behind himself.  In one swift motion he pulled out the spear and broke it in half. I was weaponless. He rose to his full height and forgot his sword.

"You know it's been fun playing with you." Páthos chuckled. "Your defiance was amusing. But now it's simply annoying!"

"You know I hear that a lot, you'll have to try harder in order to break me." I said summoning another bolt of lightening trying to flounder for something anything to just hold him off.

"Go ahead. Throw it." He sneered raising his hand as his palm glowed a violent red. I cried out in pain as my chest exploded in a fire I couldn't quite explain. "You are running off of the simple fact that you believe you can save everyone. But you can't."

"You're...wrong." I gasped falling to my knees and clutching my chest.

"Am I?" Páthos sneered and knelt in front of me. He rested a hand on my face tilting my head up to stare into those fiery and cruel eyes. The feeling only intensified and I felt as though my heart were going to burst. All I could do was nod. "You should have listened to your friend. Stayed put."

"No." I croaked shaking.

"You're a burden you realize that? Your friends can't let you be for a minute because you'll run off throwing yourself to the wolves in the hopes of dying a hero." Páthos said letting go of my face. He studied me and in a moment of pathetic passion I spat in his face. 

His calm demeanor contorted into rage and in a powerful stroke he backhanded me. I yelled in pain as I rolled backwards slamming back against something hard. My head cracked against it and I groaned as everything swam out of focus. I attempted to stand yet again when I felt something tear into my skin, a blade slashing across my chest. Crying out in pain I gripped the wound as blood poured over my fingers.

"How will it feel to die at the base of your father's throne?" Páthos growled. "Spilling your blood over the king's treasured seat of power.  It will be tainted by his greatest disappointment. You."

"Funny. Cause if things go right. It's you who'll be sitting there." I said breathing heavily unable to move except for applying pressure to the wound that was leading to my continued state of bleeding out.