They Call Me Evil

Eloquencity

Eloquent: clearly expressing or indicating something

Percy knew from the moment he was about to jump that something was off. He knew it by the way the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something was off.

He whirled around, The rest had already fallen down to Tartarus, but he hadn't made it yet. Percys blood red eyes flared as he walked forward, eyes locking on the son of Hades.

"Why'd you do it?" Nicos voice was wavering, but Percy could tell he was trying to keep it steady.

"Do what?"

"Why did you kill Jason and Hazel?" Nico said, clenching his fist tighter.

"Oh I had fun while I killed Jason. But Hazel?" Percy laughed. "That was all Annabeth,"

"What?" Nicos voice was barely a whisper.

"You heard me, Di Angelo. I killed Jason and I laughed as his body fell lifeless to the ground. But when given the chance between saving me or Hazel, Annabeth chose me,"

"No, no she wouldn't,"

"Oh but she would. Funny, isn't it? You lost both of your sisters to those you trusted. Not much has changed since Bianca, had it? You were helpless to save her then, and you were helpless to Hazel now,"

Nico sprang forward, his sword inches from Percys neck with Percy just sighed and caught the blade. Percy smirked at the confusion. "I've been through hell, made it my home actually. If you really want to beat me, you'll have to do better than that,"

"How did you overcome your loyalty?" Nico whispered. "It was your fatal flaw, the one thing that kept you human,"

"Oh I thought you knew by now, Neeks. I'm a lot of things," Percy laughed, "but human isn't one of them,"

"How?"

"Fatal flaws, Nico. We're all blinded by them. Blinded by our own flaws, it's the way the world works. But after being betrayed, well loyalty doesn't really count anymore, does it?"

"What are you?" Nico whispered, looking at who used to be one of his closest friends with fear. He wasn't the same, Nico knew it going into this mess, but it still hit him harder than he thought it would.

"I'm whatever I want to be." Percy threw his arms up. "Look around you, Nico! The gods can't rule, and neither could the Titans. It's our turn to take over, it's our turn to get it all!"

"You already had it all!"

"And look how quickly that changed! In the blink of an eye, it all changed. But here, with this power, with the river Lethe, and Hecates magic, and nothing to hold me back, it will never change! I can be whatever I want to be, and there's no fatal flaw to stop it!"

"Percy, listen to yourself! You sound like a madman, like some sort of—some sort of monster!"

Monster.

It brought him back to the memories he had stored up, of getting betrayed. Of how Annabeth had called him a monster for a crime he didn't commit.

And then he was brought back to the first months of Tartarus. He remembered the whispers he headed, the reasons.

"Why help him?" They had said. "Why put him out of his misery? Keep him there, they had said. Keep him there and watch as he loses his sanity, as he turns into one of us."

Keep him there until he becomes a monster too.

And Percy did, but it wasn't the monsters fault. No, they didn't send him down there. The gods did. The gods and their infuriating children.

Nico Do Angelo helped, and he would get hell for it.

"Maybe I am a monster. But do you want to know what's the best part of that? I don't have to feel any remorse when I do this,"

Percy brought his sword down and sliced Nicos arm, aiming for his chest next when Nico shadow traveled away.

"Damn it!" Percy yelled as he turned back to the cliff awaiting him. He knew what Nico was doing. He could feel it.

The son of hades was at Olympus right then, telling the gods everything Percy had done and how Hades had betrayed. He knew it.

Percy numbed down to hell. "I'm going to get you, Nico Di Angelo. I'm going to rain down hell on everything you have. Camp Half Blood will be stained red with blood,"

And he meant it, too. He meant every last word. He wanted to see them dead, each one of them. He wanted them to be dead and out of the way, or fighting for him.

He wanted to make them pay for everything they had done. It was his only mission, the only thing he wanted to do now.

And he was going to succeed.

Unlike popular belief, I have not died. I am just here, with writers block. So it sucks. But nothing I can do about it.