My name is Tyrael not Percy

Angels Revenge

Tyraels P.O.V.

I can feel as my angels die. Their pain and silence ignites my fury. Luke flies over to me as does Zoë. Tartarus starts to laugh. His laughter sounds like nails scratching down a chalkboard.

"Are you ready to join your pathetic friends?" He growls. This makes us angrier, my vision turns red. "Be afraid Tartarus. We are Chaos' angels. We are justice. You have made a grave mistake in doing this. I hope you are ready." I say.

He pales a little. Then we initiate plan 1. Our original plan. The sequence of moves. We call it angels revenge. We never used this move because we all value our lives. It's a plan we designed to destroy an enemy stronger than us. I look to my two best friends. "Ready?" I ask. They nod. "Who's falling?" Luke asks. Though I can tell he knows the answer thanks to the sad look in his eyes. "I am."

He nods. We fly towards Tartarus. "Percy, you don't have to do this." Zoë pleads. "I do. I need to find Thalia and the rest of the angels. We will come back, sooner than you think."

I tilt my wings and rocket up into the sky. "Don't forget about me!" I shout down to the demigods on the battlefield. "Look after my sister Nico." Luke and Zoë start burning a fire over Tartarus' head. "Goodbye." I whisper and fold my wings into my sides.

I plummet downwards, coating myself in a ball of water. "Angels you are all freed from your duty. Live normally my friends." I say. Shocks rupture through my body as I crash into Tartarus.

The flaming mix of golden fire and silverwater causes the area around Tartarus and I to implode. Darkness cloaks my vision and I collapse to the floor.

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The end
There won't be a sequel
Sorry
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