Heir Of Shadows {A Percy Jackson Fanfiction}

The Prologue, or, Sorry for the prank call, bro!

Somewhere deep in the earth, a demigod screamed in pain. His wails carried into a hallway connected to the torture chamber, where a certain deity smirked morbidly. Still smiling to herself, she open the heavy iron door and stepped inside.

The room was a nightmare that even Jason (not that blonde Jason) would be scared of. Craved from the dank, living soil, the walls seemed to be absorbing any light that happen to grace this hellhole. A half goblin, half man frolicked around like a child at Toysrus, except that he was looking for items that would cause pain, not joy. Countless tools of mutilation littered the ground, as if a butcher had had a fit of temper. The air was so heavy with the smell of blood you could actually taste its metallic tang.

Chained by heavy iron bolts to a grey granite block was a man in his mid-thirties. He had a head of dark brown hair, a pair of defiant chocolate coloured eyes and the complexion of unrefined sugar. Or at least he had, thought the deity to herself. He was more of a greyish yellow tone now. Five whole days in the dungeon had drained the colour out of him, but sadly, not his spirit.

"Pain, misery, anguish. Such fine and wonderful feelings, don't you think so?" She asked, pushing the misshapen torturer out of the way. It yelped and scampered off.

The demigod squinted at her. "They are, but only if it happens on you."

"Oh Damien, you're such a spoilsport!" complained the goddess. "I must punish you!"

He blanched and swallowed nervously. It wasn't the first time she had did it to him, but every time, it felt as painful as the first time he experienced what can only be described as true pain at the her hands.

She laid an arm on his chest and immediately, a wave of pain flashed through his system. His head arched back and he opened his mouth in a silent scream. It was as if his whole body was being decided to mutiny at the same time, pushing against themselves, splitting his body apart.

It was true agony.

Before he knew it, the process ended. His nerves still tingled from the aftershock, but the painlessness felt so good, so natural. He had almost forgotten how great it felt to be living without being in pain all the time.

Two long, lithe fingers tilted his head back and forced him to stared into the irritatingly beautiful, golden eyes of the goddess. "Will you cooperate with us?" She questioned sweetly.

He pretended to ponder about it for a moment, taking the time to catch his breath. "Maybe... not."

She gritted her teeth. "Very well, you forced me, darling. Bring her in," she ordered the monstrous guards outside of the room. The iron doors creaked open and a large ape like creature stepped in, clutching a struggling figure in his hands. He set the figure down and retreated respectfully.

The person sat on the floor, plucking strands of brown gristle from her dark hair. Then she looked around and saw the demigod tethered to the rock. "Oh my goodness, Damien!" She gasped and flung herself at him. "Why... How... Oh gosh, what did they do to you?"

"Chiara?" Said the Demigod in surprise. "Why are you here?" His graze hardened as he took in her blood soaked dress, the numerous gashes, and the missing fingers on her hand.

"Who did this to you?" He demanded angrily. "I swear, I'll..."

Standing by a side, the deity giggled maniacally. "Oh, I'm afraid that you can't do anything, since I'm the one who did it. There is nothing you can do to save her, not a single thing." As if to emphasize, she grabbed the girl by her hair and dragged her away violently. She swatted haplessly at her arms, causing nothing more than an irritation to the goddess. With a bored huff, she threw the girl across the cavern, where her limp body crumpled into a heap.