Percy Jackson: Protecter of Cosmos

Prolouge

Omega's POV

I was currently running after Katryion Surafd, a governor on planet A.7276, Faorm.

It was 2:37 AM Earth time but on Faorm, it was pitch black as always and the only way you could see where you were going is by sound. I admit, when I started as an assassin 772 years ago, it was difficult to travel to other planets and learn their ways and how to navigate but now, it was like I could see. I've memorized every passageway of every planet in every solar system. Except Earth. Don't want to be involved with that planet anymore that I have too.

You're probably wondering what I mean when I say 'when I started as an assassin 772 years ago'. I would tell the story but that's for later. As for me being an assassin, That's pretty self-explanatory if I do say so myself.

After about 2 minutes of chasing Govoner Katryion Surafd I got bored and sped up. I caught up to him and shoved him into an alleyway. I lit my index finger on fire to shed some light on my face.

The man was wearing a purple cloak with dark brown pants. He wasn't wearing shoes (on most planets wearing shoes is an act of offense to the planet itself) but he was wearing purple fingerless gloves. His hair was brown and grey and his eyes were black. He looked as if he had just showered due to the fact of his clothes sticking to his body and his hair practically dripping sweat.

I was the exact opposite. Being an assassin for 772 years is hard and you need specific clothes to work with. With the clothes from Earth don't work that well just because they aren't very durable and the colors sometimes can be offensive to other races of creatures. Over the years I've acquired several outfits that work for my current profession of being an assassin that kills people. I typically wear a black tight muscle shirt with black pants, a black coat, and black combat boots.

"W-why are you d-doing this? P-please I didn't do anything w-wrong! " Katryion exclaimed. He fell to his knees and begged for his life while gripping my cloak.

I stared down at the man emotionlessly before lifting him up to eyelevel. I slam him into the stone wall and recite the speech. "I, Assassin Andreas, hereby sentence this man, Governor Katryion Surafd of Faorm, to death for his crimes committed." I pause and look into the man's eyes.

He glared at me angrily while shaking like a leaf. His hands were balled up and I could tell he knew what was coming.

I take a deep breath before reciting his crimes. "The crimes this man has committed are treason against the intergalactic council, plotting against Cosmos, rape of 92 women, murder of 3 children, torture of 63 men, and lying while under suspicion."

"Kill me then!" Katryion shouted and pressed his face an inch from mine. "Go ahead you heartess assassin! Kill me!"

My eyes bore into his face and I kept reciting, unaffected by his shouting. "You attempted to run under the apprehension process. Under the protocol of assassins, these crimes add up to death sentence and torture for 100 years in the void. Katryion Surafd, do you have anything to say for yourself under defense or a confession?"

The man looked at me and I could tell he was getting paler and even shakier the longer I held him up. "Go to hell."

I smirked under my assassins hood. "Oh no Katryion Surafd of planet A.7276 Faorm. You're going to a place worse than hell." I leaned closer until our eyelashes touched. "As for me, I've already been to hell, and trust me, it isn't bad."

His eyes widened until they were saucers. "It-it can't be you. You-you can't be alive, i-it's not p-p-possible," he whispered, staring at me as if I were a ghost. "You died 770 years ago..."

I licked my lips before pressing my hand to his heart. "You've got it all wrong my man, I never died." He stares at me in fear. "And it wasn't 770 years ago. It was 772."

Before he could even blink or utter a single word, my hand was thrust into his chest. I grabbed his heart in my hand and let his neck go. He slumped to the ground, lifeless and unmoving.

I used his blood on my hand to draw a symbol on the stone wall, above his head. It was just two squiggly lines. Representing a riptide.