Chaotic Angels

Chapter Thirteen: Breaking Down & Breaking it Off

Flashback

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Then I flashed to the ceiling of the Olympus throne room, and flew the rest of the way down.

"Before we get started, I would like to say something." Apollo leaned forward.

"Yes, little brother to Artemis?" Said Goddess snickered, covering her face with her hand to hide her smirk, and Apollo looked outraged, but didn't say anything. He heaved a giant sigh, clenching his fists, then let out a deep breath.

"I'm gonna let that one pass, and say wh-"

"Excuse me? I am the Prince of the Universe! I can say anything I'd like, and you can't do anything about it. And a matter of fact, Artemis is older than you. She helped your mother give birth to you, so stop with the 'little sister' nicknames." I snapped, my wings flew out to there full glory, and lit up with Dark Fire, scaring the shit out of the Gods. I even let Annamariah out, so she flew out, around the top of the throne room, then came back down, and landed beside me, and since she was my bonded, she also lit up her pitch black scales with Dark Fire. She stood beside me, wings out, lit with Dark Fire, and me in the same position. I don't have to guess when I say someone crapped their pants, or toga, whatever they're wearing.

"I-I'm sorry, Prince Void." Apollo stuttered, coming off his throne, and kneeling in front of me. I motioned for him to stand, and he returned to his throne.

"Don't do it again. That goes for everyone of you." They nodded. We slowly extinguished our flames, watching the Gods with wary eyes. I stood beside my Queen the entire time, stroking her scales, where she liked it behind her ears. She laid down, wrapping her body around I'm a circle around me, so I couldn't, wouldn't leave.

'Comfy?' I smiled at her, as she stared into my eyes. She closed her eyes, and nudged her head into my legs, leaving it there.

'Very.' She sighed. I rolled my eyes, forgetting that the Gods were in the room

'Well, I'm so glad I'm comfy.'

'I am, too. I don't know what I would do it you weren't comfy!' She cried, and I laughed out loud, forgetting to disguise my voice, so I sounded alot like Percy Jackson.

'I don't either. How would I cuddle with my favorite ladies?'

'I don't know... I don't care... I'm going to sleep... You... comfy... pillow...' She muttered, as she slowly fell asleep. I sighed, as I felt her completely fell asleep.

"What am I gonna do now, huh? You tell me I need to be with my so-called family back into my life, my dad tells me I need my so-called friends back into my life. But how am I supposed to do that when they betrayed me, over that stupid, self-centered, egotistical, bastard son of Zeus. I really wish how you guys could know how I really feel, but you think that the old Percy Jackson is gone, so you don't notice the little piece of him falling apart in the corner every time you don't notice him..." I whispered, laying my forehead on Annamariah's stomach. I heard someone clear their throat, and froze, remembering that I'm in the throne room, surrounded by the Gods.

"My Prince, did you just say Percy Jackson? As in yourself? Are you Percy Jackson?" Hestia said, and I heard her, and several other footsteps coming towards me. I shook my head, to wake Annamariah up, and to answer the question. Her head snapped up, and she looked at me inn confusion.

'I was speaking about what you said, forgetting that they were here, they heard me, and asked me if I was Percy Jackson, but they sensed the lie. Stand up, and light yourself with Dark Fire.' She nodded her head, while following my directions. I stood up after her, and that's when I noticed that all the Gods were walking towards us, but we stopped them before they could get close, by lighting ourselves with Dark Fire.