Aftermath

The destroyer

"Not again. I mean come on. Another one. It's the third. Are the fates trying to kill us?" Ares groaned. (Wow the god of war tired of war. You don't see that everyday).

  Unknown POV

  A man with pure white eyes sat calmly on his throne that seemed to be made out if bones watching the Olympians from a ball of energy. A scowl etched into his handsome features. He clothes seemed to be woven from terrified souls. Another male who looked to be but a servant stood in a bowing position not daring to look the entity in the eyes.

  "Master should I get the boy. With this ability you will not need another to have an heir and one not born of him and thus your wrath will be brought on chaos faster" said the servant with a gruff but sly male voice.

  "Break the boy then bring him to me. The titan king mustn't get him first. He is mine and mine alone. Is that understood?" Said a cruel male voice.

  The servant scurried away trying not to let his master loose his cool. He wondered why his Master want the saviour of Olympus. With his perfect look, he could have anyone.

  He had to get the boy fast before his master destroyed something. He is usually calm but knowing the boy might not be his is putting him on edge. In rage, his master could destroy anything. And those who were stupid enough to be near him at that time would also meet their end.

   He wasn't known as the destroyer for no reason. He didn't want to be one of the unfortunate people that would feel his wrath.

   He had his stay on earth already planned out. He needed a potion so he could look like a demigod but the potion needed a god's blood. He also needed to gain their trust before commencing with the plan.

  If he failed he would join the souls experiencing terror in his master's clothes.