Darkest Hour

Percy Jackson. Friend. Lover. Demigod. Hero of Olympus. Dead.
And like the Phoenix rising from the ashes.
Perseus is born. Betrayed. Soulless. Vengeful. Dark-Hunter

We are Darkness. We are Shadow.

We are the Rulers of the Night.

We, alone, stand between mankind and those who would see mankind destroyed. We are the Guardians.

The Soulless Keepers.

Our souls were cast out so that we would not forewarn the Daimons we pursue. By the time they see us coming, it's too late.

The Daimons and Apollites know us. They fear us. We are death to all those who prey upon the humans.

Neither Human, nor Apollite, we exist beyond the realm of the Living, beyond the realm of the Dead.

We are the Dark-Hunters.

And we are eternal.

A/N Disclaimer I don't own anything Percy Jackson related or Dark-Hunter related. They belong to Rick Riordan and to Sherrilyn Kenyon.
I'm also going to put a warning here this is going to be a very messed up.