250My friends. It is with great pleasure, nad yet, with a bit of sadness, that I post this chapter. Because it is the last one. That's right, no cliffhanger. Surprising huh? And let me tell you, I have a tear rolling on my cheak.
And you're so going to hate me for this ending. And I'm soooo sorry, but it was planned like that since the beginning. There won't be plot twist, apart if you litteraly beg for it, and I'm not even sure, because I kinda like how it finishes.
Don't hesitate to comment, leave a review! I want to know how is this ending. I am, unfortunately, not quite skilled with writing large scale fights, duels, sure, but apart from that, not really. So excuse me if it doesn't please your taste. Any way. Reviews!
Gold Testament: Ah! Which one was it? I would really like to know. But Percy is more a support in this one, more a strategic pon. For a good reason. As for Triton, I guess we will never know ;)
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Now, I would like to make some special thanks before the chapter. First, Gold Testament, you were always doing constructive critisms (is that the right word?) so thank you. Then, Pontus, you, my friend, were there until the end, supporting me and I am really, really greatful.
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This is it, the last words on this story. Enjoy it guys.
The small group was Angel and her friends and the lonely person was no one else but Paul.
Elveril and Percy looked shocked, as well as everyone who knew the mortal. Shay frowned and looked at the lieutenants.
"Hey guys? Who's this?" Percy pointed at Paul and stammered.
"That's… That's my step dad." Shay then looked shocked too. Paul finally reached them and smiled.
"Percy! How are you my boy?" Exclaimed the mortal. Percy needed a second before answering.
"Hmm. I'm great thanks. But Paul. What the fuck are you doing here? Just before a great battle for the sake of the world. And how are you still awake?" Paul smiled and took out a rapier, the same he used at the battle of Manhattan.
"Well, Lady Athena informed me and I asked Lady Trivia to remove the Mist from my eyes for the duration of the battle. Do you honnestly think I'd leave the sake of the world in the hands of teens?" Joked the adult at the end.
"No, absolutely not. So, stay with Angle and her friends please, protect her and my sister." Asked Percy as he pointed at the group.
Allison took Lauren in her arms, who struggled to try and escape, with no effect.
"Don't worry, I'll protect her, she is too cute to die." Cooed the daughter of Apollo. Percy made a half embarrassed half thankful face.
"Thanks… I guess. Anyway, you guy remebe the plan right? Each group! Go to you designated bridge." Percy the turned to the new group.
"So where were you? And what were you doing in Dad's palace a few days ago?" Asked Elveril as he walked to them. Angel laughed nervously.
"Well… You see… We kinda created a group called the Flaming Doves. We have Aphrodite and Mom as patrons…" Elveril's stern face melted. He took his protégé in his arms.
"You grew up so quick…. Be careful… Please." She smiled and nodded.
"I received the blessing of Kelp Head senior. I can't manipulate ice, earth quake because of the flames in my blood, but I can heal others with it. And it heals me too." Explained the daughter of the Hearth. Elveril smiled.
"That's great! Thanks Uncle P!" Shouted Elveril. Percy frowned.
"Could you guys be a logistic support? Like a nomad healing and support troop? It would be really useful." Angel beamed at him and nodded.
"Of course Percy! Let us handle this, go with the fighters and kick some monster's ass!" Lauren cheered. Percy chuckled and made his swords spin.
"Alright, let's fight." The assassins seemed to simply disappear, the Fighters scattered and Elveril walked to the Empire State Building. As he entered, he saw the room empty he walked to the entrance and saw the guardian reading a book.
"Hey! Need the key. Can I have it?" Asked the creation with a smile. The guy looked up.
"Yeah, sure." He gave him the key. Elveril smiled sadly.
"You know, I went to Olympus a few time and never bothered to learn your name. I'm Elveril, delighted to meet you." Said the Fighter as he extended his hand. The guardian smiled and shook his hand.
"Jerry. So. The final battle huh?" Elveril smiled a bit.
"Yeah it is. You should leave, it will become extremely dangerous around here. Olympus will need you after the war to protect it." Said the creation of Hope. Jerry smiled.
"Nah, I think I'll stay here. I'll be able to play my role in this war this way." Elveril chuckled.
"Okay! Don't let them pass pal! I'm counting on you!" He opened the elevator doors, put the key card and pressed the six hundredth floor. And waited.
After what seemed an eternity, especially with no music, he stepped on the white marble of Olympus. He headed straight for the Throne room. He embedded his ninjato in the hearth and fire began to swirl around it.
And he waited.
Clarisse was with her cabin, just at a bridge, waiting for the army. Everyone was nervous, even her. And she didn't bother deny it. Why should she? They were facing a Primordial.
But worse than the fight, it was the waiting. The more time passed, the more the tension grew. It was like you were called for an exam and situated at the bottom of the list, each name making your tension grow.
And then, as the sun passed the cap of four of the afternoon, they saw it. The army. They all paled, each demigod of each group.
It was huge, bigger than the army of Manhattan. Monsters of every kind, creating a black swarm.
Percy saw It and frowned. Elv and him expected a huge army, but it was really huge. Probably because Erebus drained Tartarus.
He and is fighters stood ready, weapons in hand. After half an hour, the enemies arrived at the other side of the bridges. Every monsters roared to intimidate the demigods. But Percy growled, and they roared back, soon, every demigods did too. Percy prayed Hestia to amplify his voice and they yelled.
"Demigods! We have our problems, our grudges, our fights. But today! We don't! Today, we have one enemy! Today, we are a family! So, brothers and sisters! Figth! Fight for your lives! Fight for your family! But, my friends! Fight! For Olympus!" Roared Percy as he rushed to the monster, followed by his friends. And the two armies clashed in a fury of metallic sounds.
Percy was hacking and slashing his way in the sea of monsters before him. His blades becoming arcs of pure destruction. He could often see flashes of gold nearby, indicating the shots of his archer friends.
Said archers were on a nearby roof.
"Gods! There is so many!" Cursed Dan as he chained his shot in the arm, expertly avoiding his fellow fighters. Troy nodded.
"Yeah! If only we could reduce the… Wait! We can!" Dan smirked. They went back to back and both readied a shot, thankfully, one was a lefty and the other not So they aimed in the same direction and chanted.
"Father, god of Sun, god of LLight and god of Truth. Aid me in my task, grant me power so we can illuminate their soul. Han Kami no jutsu, hidden technic, Ray of Heaven!" Said in perfect synchrony the two archers. Their arrow glowed bright blinding gold and they released them.
Two powerful lasers shot the army and exploded in a deafening detonation.
Percy took this break to rest for a bit, he looked around him and his friends didn't seem hurt, out of breath, yes, but not hurt.
The Hunt was firing arrows as fast as they could, creating a rain of arrows on the monsters of all kind, none of it passed the barrage. The only one who wasn't using a bow was Thalia who was launching bolt after bolt to the lucky monsters who managed to pass through.
"Hahaha! What do you say now! Huh? Not so tough!" Was screaming the daughter of the sky. Phoebe, who was a bit farther away, shooting arrows with her sisters, only shook her head and sighed.
"She is impossible!"
The romans, at their position, were in perfect lines, shields close together, creating an impenetrable barrier while their archer was decimating the enemy ranks. Obviously, the minor gods, heroes of the Second Giant War, weren't there due to the ancient laws. Batista, the son of Pluto, was on the side, calling legions of undead warriors and spears of metal with the help of Nico.
As for the Flaming Doves, they were running everywhere, helping and tending on the wounded and the tired ones. Using the combined abilities of Angel, Lauren and the Dawn twins while Katie, Lacy and Paul were protecting them, creating in this way a powerful medic team.
Elveril, him, was waiting, eyes closed. He was waitng and watching, using his powers to feel heat down there, he felt his troops holding the ground, with some difficulties, yes, but they were holding. Suddenly, the temperature dropped. And he smirked. He opened his eyes and saw the shadows gathering in the throne room before him, then, the shadows took a humanoid form and then precised.
A man was left there, tall, taller than him by half a head, with pale skin, two globes of swirling shadows at the place of eyes, pure black hair. The man was wearing a high class black suit, he had a pure black sword with gold carving in his right hand. Elveril smiled.
"Erebus I assume." The man stared at him.
"Who are you insect?" Elveril arched an eyebrow at the unconcerned voice.
"Whoa. Talk about arrogance. Anyway. I'm Elverilae Réng, son of Hestia. And I'm sorry. But I'll have to kill you." Answered Elveril as he took Blaze and his handgun.
Erebus' gaze hardened and he dashed to Elveril. He slashed downward but the protector leaned on the side, purposely avoiding the blow by nothing. He spun and kicked the Primordial away. He then pushed on his legs and tried to slash horizontally at him. But a black sword parried his white one. He blinked. It was like the weapon teleported in front of his blade. But he aimed and fired a bullet with a feral smile. But the smile vanished as he saw the bullet simply go through the deity without injuring him. Like if he didn't exist. The deity smiled evilly.
"You stand no chance insect, you can't cut the shadows." Elveril frowned.
"Va te faire foutre" Swore Elveril (Fuck you) He snapped his fingers and a flash of flame engulfed the god. And he smirked when he saw the grimace of pain mixed with annoyance of Erebus. Elveril took a step back and readied himself.
"You know. You really look like your son. Oh! And I have a message from Nyx." Erebus raised an eyebrow with interest. As Elveril caught his attention, he didn't notice the slight yet important change in Elveril's stance.
"Oh? And what does my dear wife want?" Asked the Primordial.
"She divorce from you. Sorry." He disappeared. Erebus' eyes widened in pain. Silver blood dripped from his side. He managed to avoid a lethal wound but the ninjato cut deep in his side.
"Ansatsu no jutsu, Quick Strike." He whirled his weapon a bit, cleaning the blade in the proess and took another stance, facing the god. But as he was about to dash again, Erebus flicked his wrist, and a pure block of shadows sent him in a pillar.
"I had enough! You are good demigod, but I am tired of this. Look at your friend as they die." Growled the god of darkness and mist. A misty shadow hardened in a plate in front of him. He saw the war from above. Slowly but surely, the demigods were retreating in front of the huge army of monsters. Half of the monsters were Hellhounds, which was to be expected since they were Erebus' children.
Elveril saw this, but what shocked him was the real size of the army. He compared it to the description of Titan War and estimated it to be twice at thrice the size. He gritted his teeth. Erebus saw this and smiled twistedly.
"And let's look at the gods shall we?" Rhetorically asked the Primordial. He waved his hand. The scene changed. He saw the different gods, fighting at full power against the army of Titans of all sort, minus Kronos and Altlas, and minor gods who decided to use the war to gain power. He gritted his teeth harder, but then, a twisted smile grew on the protector's face. He raised on his feet, with difficulties as his muscles screamed in pain. But he stood up, and took a fighting stance.
"Put the two scenes." Ordered the Fighter. Erebu looked confused but shrugged. He did so and the two scenes were side to side. Elveril then smiled.
Gods Shay! I hope you succeeded. Thought the protector.
Far away, in Hell, near the pit of Tartarus, Shay was facing a huge Hellhound, near twice higher than Cerberus. It was the Alpha of the Hellhound. And Shay was glaring at it fearlessly.
"You wouldn't kill a son of Erebus brother?" Asked the demi-primordial, insisting on the word brother. The monster growled and Shay growled back.
"Han Kami no jutsu, Demonic Strength." He jumped above the monster and punched it on the nose.
"Stand down mutt." The monster growled harder and tried to bite him. But Shay called on all his powers and increased his strength. And caught the two jaws. He kept it like that. But soon, he began to tremble a bit. He knew he couldn't hold any longer. So he jumped back. Wedged his foot on a rock and pushed. He called on his spear and in a flash, pierced the Alpha's head, reducing it to golden dust, and claiming his rights. He then closed his eyes, breathing in and out slowly. And he gave only one order.
In the Throne room, Elveril watched as the Hellhounds all ran in the shadows, leaving the battlefield. An evil smile grew on his lips.
"Wh-what? What are they doing! Come back here this instant!" Roared Erebus at the attention of the fleeing hounds. But Elveril smiled wider.
"Didn't you notice your son was missing from battlefield? You should have suspected something. Now, it seems all is in place, just as I planed." Erebus glared at Elveril.
"What nonsense are you spouting, There is still too much for your army to fight. And as time pass, it gets darker and my power increase! You have already lost demigod!" Exclaimed the primordial as he raised his arms to show his power. But Elverilae's grin didn't flatter.
"Tell me Erebus, do you know what happens when a demigod graps the symbol of power of his genitor?" Asked the non-living fighter. Erebus frowned. And Elveril smirked.
"He access god like powers for a short time." Answered Elveril. At the same time, a shining object flew from the sea in direction of Percy, who was standing alone, hood up in front of the army of monsters, his troops behind him.
He outstretched his left arm and at a perfect timing, caught the now falling metallic spear, which revealed to be Poseidon's trident. The son of the Sea twiled it and in a swift and powerful motion, embedded the three points in the ground. Elveril smiled harder.
"From the beginning, you did as planned, making my troops retreat until Percy was at this exact point." Erebus began to pale. "Because at this exact place, is the biggest meeting point of mater pipes in Manhattan." And as he finished his sentence, water tendrils destroyed the concrete, sprouting from everywhere in the streets.
The water then began to wrap above the army. The monsters became nervous, extremely nervous. But suddenly, the water disappeared. Erebus began to smile but was interrupted as Elveril pointed down, I direction of the city under them.
"Bang." Said the warrior. And small spark of orange flame flickered above a drakon. And then, a tremendous shockwave shook everything, sending the demigods to the ground as an unrivaled explosion of blue flames engulfed two third of the monster army.
Percy, who was sstill standing tall, spoke coldly.
"Han kami no jutsu, Rage of the Burning Ice." Erebus paled. And Elveril smiled as he raised his hand. The flames down in the mortal world began to swirl. Elveril's ninjato began to glow.
"You know, my weapon increase my control over flames. But I need to activate it, when it does, it glows white. But my control is increased tremendously, even if it consumes more energy, I regain energy from fire." As he spoke to distract the deity, the flames raised straight to him, and he absorbed them, exactly like a sponge would do with water. As the flames entered his body, a shiver ran on his back, he closed his eyes at the pleasing sensation.
"Now, you are waiting because when it gets darker, you are stronger. But you forgot one tiny yet really embarrassing little detail. When the sun sets, all shadows becomes night."
As he said that, Erebus felt a burning sensation inside his chest. He felt like losing control over shadows.
"No… no. It's not possible, how did you do?" Asked Erebus in a panicked voice. Elveril smiled.
"I didn't. Nyx did, she is the Primordial of Night after all. And she is older than you, making her stronger." Shrugged Elveril with an uninterested face. Then, his face became blank.
"No to the real matter. You put angel in danger with this war. So it's time for retribution." As he said those words, his eyes changed to two pure globes of golden flames. He dropped everything, guns, ninjato, leaving him bare handed as he walked toward the Primordial.
Said Primordial was on one knee, he was trying to stand up despite of the pain he felt from losing a domain.
"I… am still… a First Born." Grunted Erebus. But Elveril slammed his fist on his head, sending him in the ground with a loud bang.
"Silence!" Roared Elveril. "As I already said, anyone who threaten or hurt my protégé, must it be mortals, demigods, gods, Titans, Monsters, Primordial or Chaos, it doesn't matter. They have to fade." Growled the protector. He grabbed the god by the throat and punched him again, sending him in a column. He wasn't in control anymore, yet, he was, it was like he merged his usual personality with his protector's one.
He walked to the god who stood up. Said god fired a pure godly energy beam but Elveril leaned on the side, so much it seemed gravity didn't exist, like he wa the possessed protagonist of a horror movie.
"You may have weakened me! But I am still a Primordial! The difference between us is too great!" Roared Erebus as he summoned his sword. Elveril smiled insanely.
"Ha. But I am no demigod. I am pure godly energy in the form of a body. Which means I have god-like level. Then, there is Percy, who is fighting down there, his simple presence on the battlefield make the army feel hopeful. And my creator passed onto me the ability to nourish on hope. Which send me to a Titanic-like level powers. Plus, the fire I just absorbed, sending me between a Titan and a Primordial. Which means… I have a way to kill you." Said Elveril with an insanely happy smile. This face sent shivers in Erebus' back. Elveril took another step and disappeared. Only to reappear in front of Erebus, a hand on his throat.
Elveril glared at his enemy.
Sorry Angel. Thought the Fighter.
"HAN KAMI NO JUTSU! FINAL BLAST!" This was the roar every demigods heard as it reverberated in the streets of Manhattan, stopping the combats and silencing everyone.
Percy just finished slaying a dracaena when he heard it. He turned around and shook his head.
"No. no no no no no!" Said Percy as he began to run. "Not that idiot!" Continued the hero as he dashed to Mount Olympus.
Angel was treating a minor burn a demigod received after the show of the two demons of a demigod she had as friend and brother when she heard the voice of Elveril shooting the name of a technic. She suddenly had a very bad feeling. She asked to Allison and her twin to take care of the patient.
"Of course, if you must go, I'll take care of him." Answered the daughters of Apollo in synchrony.
So she ran to Mount Olympus, as she entered the lobby, she caught up with Percy, who was accompanied of Shay who just walked out of a shadow.
Elveril just souted the name of this technic. The one he swore to never use.
Erebus arched an eyebrow and then noticed something. Elveril began to glow, in a bright orange color. And the Fighter smiled.
"See ya." And he exploded. The flames running on the marble, slightly melting it, eating the space of the godly city at an exponentially increasing pace.
Clarisse heard the cry as well, but she didn't seemed concerned. Until she saw bright flames shooting from Olympus. She had already saw those flames, they were Elveril's.
"This can't be good." Muttered the daughter of Ares. She saw the hunters a bit farther away, shooting restlessly, apart from Thalia who looked worriedly at the godly city.
"Nope, not good at all."
When the trio arrived at the Throne room, they stooped, apart from the Thrones, everything seemed partially melted. It was a strangely scary and beautiful scene at the same time. Plus, they were no sigh of Erebus. They then noticed Elveril, outgunned, looking straight in the hearth of Olympus, wich was still strong.
Percy, Angel and Shay walked to him. And as soon as they arrived, the gods flashed in. Percy, who still had his father's trident on his back, gave it to his father without breaking his staring on Elveril.
Then, said person spoke.
"I guess you'll have to cook now Perce." Breathed Elveril. A tear rooled down Percy's cheek as he nodded. Engel looked confused.
"Wait. Why are you saying that?" Elveril made a sad smile, and it didn't comfort anyone.
"I used everything Ang. That technic is a last resort. I couldn't have won in any other way. I used all my energy. I have nothing left. It is just thanks to the Fates that I can bid my goodbyes." Explained the protector. He then raised his look to his protégé.
"Don't be sad okay? You are an amazing girl, you'll do fine without me." Smiled Elveril. Angel jumped at his neck.
"No! Don't say that! We could still save you! Maybe with…" But Elveril shushed her with a tighter hug.
"It's okay. Percy will take care of you… I love you, don't forget that." Then, He saw Khione sitting next to him. He smiled.
"He ice-cube. Guess it is the end huh? It was great." Chuckled Elveril. He was only slapped.
"I… I… I love you Elv! Why did you do this! When I finally found someone to love…" Sobbed the goddess. Elveril smiled and pulled out something from his pocket. It was the silver snowflake he was creating in secret.
"Take this… It will protect you." It was a magnificent snowflake, made in silver, on the material seemed to run blue flames in reflections. She noticed a button at the center, and the sculpture transformed in a sword, a magnificent blue and silver sword.
"I love you Khione.." The goddess only nodded, tears never stopping from falling. And Elveril smiled softly. Then, he looked at his creator, he was feeling weaker by each seconds.
"My Lady…" Breathed Elveril, his voice was considerably weaker. Hestia kneed next to him, pulling his head on her lap.
"My Lady. Did I accomplish my mission?" Asked Elveril, despair in the voice. Percy realized how important it was to him. His only goal, and he heard the fear in his voice. He feared that he didn't succeed in it. Hestia began to cry to, nodding.
"Yes. Yes Elverilae, you did a magnificent job." Answered the young looking goddess as the ran her hand in his hair. Elveril smiled and then looked pained.
"I'm sorry milady." Hestia looked confused.
"I'm sorry I couldn't make you proud. I know you hate violence…" His voice was trailing, the tip of his limbs became transparent. He was fading. Hestia sobbed.
"You made me proud Elverilae. So proud!" Elveril let a smile grow on his lips.
"Thank… you." And in a last burst of flames, the oddity leaved the world. At his place was a pure black ninjato with written in glowing letters
Blazing Sacrifice.
Percy saw this and fell on his knees. Shay stayed up, face blank, but a single tear was falling.
Artemis was the next to speak.
"He was a great man, a few would willingly go to the void in order to save another." Commented the Silver goddess as she hugged her boyfriend.
Every god nodded, they didn't want to intrude. Percy slammed his fist on the ground. Shaking the whole room. He stormed out, not caring about the gods calling him. He got in the elevator. Caught up at the last moment by Artemis. Once the door closed and the elevator began to go down, Percy began to sob. He cried, like he never did apart when he lost his mother.
Artemis was hugging him tightly, whispering smotthing words.
"He knew it! He knew from the beginning that he would die! From the moment he planned the battle!" Cried the demigod in Artemis shoulder. The goddess only hugged him tighter, not knowing what to say.
A fem minutes before arriving, Percy stopped drying his face with his powers. The doors opened and he stepped out of the Empire State Building, facing the army of demigods.
At the front was the Fighters and the Assassins, and just behind, the Flaming Doves and the Hunt.
"We need a shroud." Said the son of the Sea, nearly sobbing once again.
"Who died?" Asked a Hermes demigod. Percy flinched.
"The Son of Hestia."