They Call Me Evil

Entitlement

Entitlement: the belief that one is inherently deserving of privileges or special treatment.

Percy walked through the castle of hell aimlessly, feeling more alone down here than he had in years. But I guess that was to be expected when you just had your first interaction with actual people in years.

Anger was boiling his blood as he remembered everything they had said. Did they seriously think that they could just waltz in to Tartarus and he would help them win the war?

Did they seriously think they deserved him?

He could feel them entering his domain. Annabeth, Piper, Hazel, Thalia, Nico, and Leo. So many powerful demigods.

So many stupid ones.

Percy walked into the throne room, greeting his new father and sitting down next to him. "Father, I have news,"

"Yes son?" Tartarus appeared behind him, walking in through the shadows. His blood red eyes matched Percys, a bond you got from so many years in the pits of hell.

"As I am sure you know, Father, the demigods have arrived. The ones we have to watch out for is Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace, and Di Angelo. Though the others could provide trouble."

"I have confidence you can handle them. Would you like to send anyone else with you? Kelli seems to enjoy you well enough."

Percy shuddered. "I'd rather turn to their side then take Kelli of all people to me. But I will be fine. The demigods are going to be arriving soon, I will go."

Tartarus watched as his son went to leave but stopped him when the ex demigod walked through the doors. "And remember; the loyalty might be trapped but it could still come out. Be careful."

"Aren't I always?"

Across the pits of hell, six demigods finished their landing, already dreading the journey to come. Nico and Annabeth had already been there, but that seemed to only worsen their fears.

Pulling out a piece of paper, Annabeth looked at the prophecy scribbled onto it, trying to making sense of the twisted words of fate.

Six shall journey to the pits of hell
But then one will wish them fair well
When they arrive to the one that was lost
They will see their is a great cost
Two shall make a final choice
In hell there will be no rejoice
What started as six shall end as three
From the pits of hell they shall flee

What did it mean? No prophecy's were ever this clear to her, which just worried the young blond. The six of them had traveled here, that part was obvious.

But one will wish them fair well? Was Percy the one that was lost? And what 'final choice' would two people make?

Questions swarmed her mind, and the rest of the gathered demigods had noticed it. But Percy smiled as he watched, knowing full well no one would try to help.

That had always been the way things were, right? Percy would always be the one to comfort her, while everyone else just stood by.

Demigods were disgusting.

As the six demigods started their journey to the soul of Tartarus, Percy smirked at the idea he had. Quickly, he changed his clothes and what he looked like (a power he got from Chaos) and moved the rocks of hell and made a situation.

Percys clothes changed back to a shredded camp half blood shirt and jeans, and he added fake scars to his body as he hung over lava.

A rock grew and pulled Hazel out, mimicking his position and causing the rest of the demigods to turn and look.

"Hazel!" Leo screamed and raced forward, taking over the group as they realized Percy was there as well.

"I'll get Perseus! You get Hazel!" Annabeth yelled and separated.

Percy shook his head, trying to act like who he used to be. "It's no use! You can only get one of us! Just let me die!"

Annabeth had a hard decision. Her mission, or her friend. But loyalty never had been her fatal flaw. "We have to save you. Hazel, I'm so sorry."

For a moment, the old Percy tried to shine though as he realized they chose him. 'It's just for a mission, they don't care about you' he reminded himself.

Percy climbed onto the ground, and the five remaining demigods circled him. Annabeth spoke first, her voice hard and cold. "Come with us. Fight our wad."

Percy smiled, what used to be a lopsided grin now crooked. He turned back to how he used to be, his sea green eyes morphing back to a blood red.

"Sorry, but I'm already fighting in it."

"You—you were the one who killed Jason?" Piper was starting to get angry. "You are the reason Hazels dead!"

"And you're the reason he came here." Thalia stepped in front of Percy, defending her ex friemd. "So in a way it's your fault too."

"You didn't stop us."

"I wasn't there!" Thalia exclaimed. She turned to Percy, "but I'm here now. Is your offer to join still open?"

Something within him stirred, a loyalty to her he used to have. Percy gave a smirk, "anytime Sparky. Anyone else want to join?"

"None of us would ever join someone like you. You're a monster." Nico growled

"Says the guy who saved him over his own sister. Plus, you made him the monster, Nico. So I don't think you have any room to speak." Leo walked over to Percy. "If you'll have me, I'll join."

"Anytime. But of course, we will have to take all loyalty or—well pretty much everything you had that could go against us. Or else we kill you."

"Go ahead, I want to get rid of any love I had for them. How do we do it?" Thalia asked.

Two pendants appeared around their necks, and a faint glow came from their chest and into it. Both gave a small smirk as they felt all power truly soak in.

"You won't beat us," Annabeth said. "You never could."

Percy turned towards her, snarling with anger as his two new friends did the same. He looked at Annabeth, her grey eyes making him angry.

"I never tried."