Azrael Angel of Death

Chapter 5

Percy pov
Urgh. Time passes as slow as a snail I swear. I muttered curses as I look longingly at the wall beside me wishing to just bash my fucking head in. It was boring. Absolute boring being held captive. None of the tortures had made me scream yet. At least on the bright side, I get to watch Kronos pull his hair in despair trying to make me scream. Not knowing my previous trip here had made me practically immune to pain. Tortures from Tartarus himself are far more painful and interesting. Being forced to disintegrate and reform over and over on his armor. I sighed. The good old days I mused to myself.

*bang*

The door was slammed open making it fall from its hinges and making me jump. Well as much as you can when being chained.

"Hm? Is today a special day? For you to come in here this early. " I asked watching in amusement.

"What has gotten your panties all twisted." I cooed. Which made Krono's eyes flashed in anger. Making me grin. Oh? That's interesting I thought when I saw him reigning his anger in. How unusual. Before shrugging dismissing it.

"You should be honored as now I am using what mother Gaea gave me," he said as he pulled out a green-colored knife with incantations engraved in it, "The Curse of Monsters."

I raised my eyebrow looking unimpressed. Which serves to enrage even more from the lack of fear? The fool had been quite unpredictable in the past few days? weeks? I honestly don't remember anymore.

"This curse will turn you into a monster the more you kill them." He said grinning evilly. Ooo. More powers. I will take it. As he stabbed the knife to my heart. Making me mutter a quiet "rude" under my breath. And brace myself for anything that might happen. Which soon did as I felt the pain coming from my soul. Which to be honest is like an itch but the thing is you cant scratch it you know like those effing musquitoes bites. Making me scowl and growl in frustration. And sighed in pleasure when it was done. With my face returning to its original passiveness. As I look at Kronos who was staring me blankly.

"Tartarus to Kronos?" I ask as I tried to wave my hand in front of him. Who doesn't seem to respond? My don't tell me I broke him? How dull. Guess its time to escape. The food wasn't great anyway. I wiggle myself into the position I found that will help me the most in slipping out of the chains and bend myself in a way that lets me slip through the chains. Though unfortunately, I had to dislocate my thumb for me to slip my hands out. Which I popped back to place and now is swollen and angry red. As I picked up the dropped knife which had lost its incantations. And pierced his previous weak spot and let him crumble to dust which started crawling towards me and climb on to me as the 'dust' enters forcefully into my body then soul. Which was a very painful process I will say. The smell of burnt flesh makes its way to my nose which scrunched up in distaste as I look around to find the offending object which I found to be me. Yippe. As I saw lines burned itself to my hand and scythe tattoo burned to my chest where my heart is. As I felt my self grow stronger and a string of sorts attach itself to my mind. Which was gold in color and had an aura of mystery surrounding it. As curious as I am to know what it is I have my priorities which were to escape and so I did what everyone would do in my situation and strolled in the direction of where I presume was the exit. Long story short, it was not the exit but the armory but hey I got weapons now. I forgo the armor because it will do nothing hut weigh me down. Which is a big no-no in a place like Tartarus. And once again I picked a direction and start walking. I had to kill a few monsters and the process with Kronos repeated except if it is a monster that I killed before the 'dust' just sink in. After a while, I got out. It seems as I was held in a miniature version of a palace. Soon enough after hours upon hours of walking, I reached a good size cave which I decide shall be my house for know until I found a suitable one.