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"No." Hermes backed away slowly. "This can't be. You're not Percy!" Percy laughed coldly, his one black iris glittering menacingly.

"Oh, but I am. Hermes. It was all due time the gods' reign ended." He stopped abruptly. "Wow. I sound like some dignified evil villain." Hermes facepalmed.

"Seaweed Brain." He muttered.

"Bet ya thought I was dead, but I'm not. I've been hiding under your pretty little noses all this time, a double agent for Kronos." He sneered. "I'm honestly not surprised none of you found out, dumbasses."

"You lied. You lied to all of us!" Hazel said accusingly, her golden eyes wide with fury.

"And you fell for it." He retorted. "Your fault, mostly. It's better to be underestimated than to be overestimated, because the minute you underestimate your enemy, you lost the fight. And in this case, your pathetic short lives. And now I sound like that cold, calculating villain. Awesome. Thanks a lot, Kronos." He grumbled.

"Kronos will kill you, Percy! Don't listen to him!" Frank shouted, who was also covering Hazel's ears. "He'll lead you to a trap!"

"It's too late, Franks." Percy's eyes glowed bright golden, no pupil in them. "There is no hope for Olympus now."

"Don't!" Hazel choked out, getting free from Frank's grasp. "Percy, please! Don't let him take control!"

"And when I kill the gods," He continued. "Neither Elysium nor the Fields of Punishment, and even Tartarus will be waiting for them. Because they made those to imprison us." His eyes stopped glowing, but they were still bright golden.

"Stop!" Hermes looked at Percy desperately. "Perce! I thought you were my cousin!"

"And we still are." Percy said, his eyes now back to their normal colors, a sickly sweetness lacing his words. "Just not the same cousins we were." He made a fist, and the water froze to ice, trapping Frank and Hazel in.

"You can't trap us that easily!" Frank growled—literally—as he turned into a polar bear and headbutted the ice walls. It started to crack, blue fissures spreading all across the ice like it was growing.

"Percy! Stop!" Hazel cried as he held out his hand once more. "This isn't you. It's not too late, you can still fight Kronos!"

"Why would I want to do that?" He snorted. "Kronos just wants to help me with a little revenge. And it's working just as well."

"Get away from them!" Hermes managed to whack Percy on the head when he wasn't looking.

"Hmmph. I taught you better, Hermes." He weaved around the god and slashed his arm. Golden ichor spilled out of the cut, and Hermes' eyes widened at the wound.

"I'm not afraid to hurt a god, Hermes. Not even you. Although, I do have an exception for the ones I'm ok with. You either die painlessly and go to the Void, or you can struggle and die painfully. Your choice." He smirked.

"You have to catch me first!" Hermes flew up to the ceiling with his winged shoes, a blur of yellow and brown.

"Oh, we're playing tag! Fun!" Percy summoned some water and molded it into a water Pegasus. "I'll catch you no problem." The Pegasus went up into the air, close on Hermes' heels.

"You're gone!" Percy slammed the hilt of Sicarius onto the back of the god's head, and he plummeted to the ground, unconscious.

"You'll pay for that!" Frank roared as he morphed into a dragon. "You'll never kill us!"

"Oh, I think otherwise. Also, I didn't kill him. Yet." Percy disappeared into mist and reappeared right next to Hazel, his blade at her throat.

"Stop!" She screamed. "I will hurt you. I'm not afraid to use the Mist, you monster."

"I'm sure you're not, Hazel dear." Percy said serenely. "I just don't want you to open your little innocent mouth and let the world know who I am." He glanced at Frank, who looked torn between saving Hazel, letting her survive, or killing Percy right then and there.

"And now that I claimed the most powerful demigod there is, my powers are stronger than ever." Kronos' sarcophagus swung open and a black essence that looked strangely like water wrapped around Percy.

"No!" Hermes, who regained consciousness, shouted, lunging forward. Hazel let out a piercing scream as Percy let her go. The air somehow seemed to darken, and the room dropped at least ten degrees colder.

"Just playing with you bitches." Kronos cackled. "I could destroy you with a snap of my fingers." 

Percy's POV—

Letting Kronos take control is sort of like watching a movie in your head.

A very entertaining movie.

Although, I gotta say, Hazel and Frank aren't really my enemies, they're just in the way of my grand plan. Same with Hermes. Reference!!

I still get headaches, though. How on earth can you get a headache inside your head?! That's just plain weird, and I'm Percy Jackson. Sort of.

Welp, being in Tartarus didn't change my ADHD. Oh well.

"I will destroy Olympus!" Kronos roared, holding Sicarius at Hermes' throat.

"Percy wouldn't have fallen for you that easily, Kronos." He growled back, his eyes glowing with godly energy. 

"He came to me of his own free will." Kronos shot back. "I didn't even have to ask! He just came. Your little hero is dead."

Well, he's not wrong. But it was Prometheus' fault anyways.

"You tricked him! I'll never believe that!" Hermes' eyes seemed to explode like how I explode most schools, a light that was so bright I thought my eyes were on fire.

"You can't kill me that easily, grandson." Kronos said gleefully, holding out his hand. The air thickened like syrup, freezing Hermes in place.

"To Tartarus you go, blasted Olympian!" He thrust the sword into Hermes' chest, and he disappeared in a flash of gold dust. "And to the puny little godlings...I'd prefer if you would go to Elysium and stay there. Both of you." Tears were streaming down Hazel's face as Frank turned back into human and wrapped his arm around her, some of his own tears breaking free.

Well, Hermes was a good cousin, but he's in the way and I don't want him to die in some other horrific way that I know of. I'll maybe rescue him from Tartarus later. Maybe.

"We might die today, Kronos, but sooner or later someone will destroy you!" Frank yelled. Kronos chuckled.

"How cute. Two little godling relying on hope. Bah! Hope is just an illusion, a screen that filters the true world from our minds." He growled, circling them like vultures. "The real world is ruthless, more horrifying than you could ever think. Most have died from the terrors of it, but a select group have learned to embrace the power. Percy Jackson is one of those few."

Uh, not really. I still get nightmares. Get your facts right, Kronos.

"He would never agree to this!" Hazel insisted. "Percy's still in there. I know he is!"

"Percy Jackson is dead." Kronos said icily. "He even said it himself. The godlings at Camp Half-Blood have killed him slowly, the gods of Olympus had made his soul perish. His consciousness made the right choice, and now I rule over his body." 

...that sounded a bit wrong?

"Don't listen to his lies, Percy!" Frank cried. "Get back your control! You can't let him do this!"

"I can, Frank." I smiled, taking the reins for now. "In fact, I could just kill you both and Kronos wouldn't be controlling me. I wouldn't be so evil that I would separate you two, though. Frazel is an awesome ship, change my mind." I crossed my arms.

"Don't let him take control. He killed Hermes." Hazel whispered. "Please. What about Annabeth? Don't you want to see her as Percy again?" My mood instantly darkened at the sound of her name.

"I let Kronos kil Hermes because I don't want him to die in a more gruesome way, believe me, you don't want to know." Rage started to boil in my veins as I thought about that bitchy little daughter of Athena. "Annabeth is nothing to me, just a constant nuisance haunting my mind." I gritted my teeth. "She chose to obey the stupid gods with loyalty, breaking my heart in the process. Now I've come back, and she'll regret it. Everyone will. Don't you understand, Hazel?" I asked softly. "This is the way of the world, balance. I'm only doing what is right. Injustice to justice, and justice to injustice. That's how people work."

"That's not how the world works." Frank spat. "You're just twisting the ways of good, making it sound like you don't have a choice. But you do. We all do. Percy, you can still join us. You can still fight for what's right." His voice dropped to a whisper.

"Dear Franks, I feel your pain. I know how it's like to be betrayed. It broke me, and it's driving me insane. Insane but logical. Funny how that works, huh?" I shrugged. "I'm not fighting for what's right. There is no right or wrong, there's a reason behind everything. Actions never tell the whole story. Good can be done for the wrong reason. And bad can be misunderstood." Frank was silent.

That's a KOTLC quote up there btw :)

"I can still give you a chance. You can fight beside me, get justice for all the pain the gods inflicted." I offered a hand. "Please. It's not too late to turn back, Frazel." Finally! A chance to use their ship name to address them both!

"I—we can't. We could never." Hazel whispered. "No. Not like this, Percy. Never like this." A pang of regret hit my heart, a small thorn that would probably never leave me.

"Well!" I clapped my hands together. "Sorry for that rant, there aren't any therapists in Tartarus, though there totally should be." I flicked my hood back up, feeling a bit exposed with the monsters watching me. "Since I'm not that evil, how would you two like to die? I specialize in drowning, impaling, slitting throats, freezing you to death, or stabbing. Choose the painless one, if you will." Frazel exchanged knowing looks. They surprised me by saying, "Fighting."

"Fighting, eh?" I raised a brow. "Of course you're going to die a so-called 'hero's fate.' Fair enough." I swung Sicarius around. "Please give me a challenge because it's not fun if you don't try. Give me all you got, Hazel and Frank. I hope you guys have been practicing, because you'll need it." I gave them a twisted smile as I slid my finger gently down the edge of Sicarius.

"Kronos, stop!" A voice shouted behind me. Familiar. An image of Poseidon appeared in my head, and a wave of bitter feelings washed over me.

"Poseidon! What a surprise!" I said mysteriously, because what fun would it be to just deadpan? "Just in time to join the party. I was just about to kill these little godlings, and you're next."

"You will not harm those half-bloods today, Kronos!" He thundered. I let the walls from my seventh sense fall. His godly blood was running in a certain pattern so that I knew he was pointing a weapon, probably his trident, at my back, ready to throw.

"Oh, you've got the wrong person, Sea God. I'm no titan." I turned to face him, pulling down my hood. "No, not Kronos. Hello, father." 

And that's when Poseidon knew he fucked up.

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Edit: yeah i read over this, sorry i'm not good at writing deep stuff so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯