Avengers Initiative: Percy Jackson

This Is Where It All Begins (The Battle Starts Now)

Note: prepare yourselves. You're about to get rekt son.
No One's POV
Tartarus sat on his throne, his head propped up on his hand, gazing into his seeing stone- looking as Perseus slept, tossing and turning and writhing. He smiled gleefully.

"Delicious. Glorious. And mine for the taking, aren't you?" Tartarus murmured, sitting up straight. Raising a hand, he stroked the image, almost lovingly; his nails tinkling across the glass surface. He tore his gaze away from orb and called into the darkness surrounding him. "Erebus. Come."

The shadows shifted and bubbled, coming together before the Primordial, and a man kneeled before him. He was nude, save for a dark loin cloth, his skin was darker than his shadows, raised scars decorated his body and a shimmering cloak of night was draped around his shoulders. His bow was traditional for his status- one knee up, one knee to the ground and fists on either side of them with his head down. Tartarus grinned maliciously.

"My lord." Erebus murmured, keeping his head down. "What do you request of me?"

Tartarus clasped his hands together. "I need to stir up a little trouble. A little... chaos. I want you to go to Camp Half-Blood and... take it out." His voice was dripping, gushing with venomous intent. Erebus glanced upwards at his Lord and almost groaned in lust at the utter hatred and darkness in his eyes. The floor hummed and thumped underneath him, glowing a deep, desirous red.

Erebus grinned. "I will do it with pleasure, My Lord." With that, his shadows pulled towards him and wrapped around him, like one lover to another, and he was gone from the depth.

Tartarus leaned back against his throne and smiled, his gaze back on the orb where his former prisoner lay. "Everything is coming together." He raised a had and stroked the image. "What a wonderful world I will create when I kill you, Perseus. What a wonderful world, indeed."

~Give me Attention, For I separate one paragraph from another~

No One's POV
Erebus glided through the trees, sweeping across the ground silently. He grinned at the site of the little camp of godlings, his minions cackled behind him. Torches were lit around the perimeter of the camp, the demigods strolled and watched, guarding their safe haven.

Not very actively. Erebus thought as he watched on of the demigods- a child of Ares- sheath his sword and sit down, yawning as a wave of tiredness washed over him.

Erebus looked back at his minions, their red and white eyes glowing harshly in the darkness, and smiled. "Tonight, we dine on the flesh of demigods!" Erebus raised his arm in he air, his fist clenched as he looked out at the camp. The shadows shifted in anticipation, waiting for their master's command. Erebus dropped his hand. The shadows moved to devour. And the stars winked and laughed.

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Chiron felt it when they entered the camp grounds, the wards wavered and flickered and then were overtaken. They crashed down around camp and Chiron grabbed his horn and blew- two short burst followed by one long and repeat- alerting the campers that they were under attack. He jumped up and grabbed his sword, sliding his bow and arrows over his shoulder as he made his way out the door. Once outside, he froze, horror seeping into his bones.

Campers screamed out of fright, when the shadows bared their teeth and tackled them, and out of fierce protectiveness and out of anger, when they charged the shadows and fought them with their weapons. Chiron gasped at the sight, his heart breaking for those he saw dead and those whose eyes burned with the fire of the gods. He shook himself and tightened his grip on his sword and ran forward towards the main mass of darkness in the area. He slashed his sword, cutting down what demons crosse his path.