A PJO/MR Crossover (Sidenote: I wrote this story when I was 16. It is kind of cringey and cliche, so read at your own risk)
During a date with Annabeth after the Giant War, mysterious men kidnap Percy Jackson. Injured and near death, the two are ca...
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Percy POV I was completely stunned, seeing the face of Nico, battered and beaten. There were rumors going around that he and Will Solace had a huge fight, leaving him to shadow travel away. Which wasn't a surprise, considering how he always stayed in the Underworld, away from Camp Half Blood and everyone in it. Although, no one knew or suspected that Tartarus had captured him.
"Nico!" I said, unable to control myself. "Oh my gods... What did they do to you?"
The son of Hades either refused to make a response, or didn't have the strength to. His frame showed only bony structure, displaying ribs under his shredded shirt.
"He hasn't been very compliant, this one," Tartarus told me, looking down at Nico as if he were some small child. "This piece of Hades scum came for his father, only to be met by Persephone. It was easy using her as a bargaining chip; seeing that she hates everything about her stepson."
The dark look on Nico Di Angelo's face gave me nothing but guilt. It crushed down on my shoulders, as if I was holding the sky all over again. My wings throbbed against my back, in need of an extension to release the pressure of this painful emotion. I tried stretching them out, wanting some sort of relief. Only, my cuffs wouldn't allow it, shining brightly against my will.
Raven stared at the ground, refusing to even glance at Nico. Her chin quivered, and I could make out the wideness of her eyes.
"It's time to begin," Tartarus started, snapping his fingers before I could recover from my shock.
Tables lined with tapestries and fruits became known. They were lined up in front of the god's throne, separating in the middle so we could still see his face. Figs, avocados, mangoes, papayas, and pineapples were all lined up in delicate rows on plates. My stomach grumbled at the sight, knowing in the back of my mind that eating any of it would be fatal.
At the same time, a dozen black candles appeared in a perfect circle around Raven and I, smelling of death and decay.
"These fruits aren't like the ones in the Underworld. They hold no curse for ingesting them,"Tartarus told us firmly, as if reading our minds. Not that I would be surprised if he could.
"Why are you doing this?!" I shouted; shock and guilt turning to anger. "This is about me. Take Raven out of this!"
Abruptly, Tartarus drew a dagger and sunk it into Nico's foot, drawing a scream from him. Dark blood burst out, becoming a small pool around the goth demigod in seconds.
"Stop! He's not a part of this!" I exclaimed, feeling completely helpless.
The god pulled the blade out of Nico, who let out a pained yelp in turn.
"Keep your mouth shut," Nico said to me venomously, applying pressure to his wound.
"This isn't about you," Tartarus grumbled. "This isn't even about me!"
