"Lies!" Zeus boomed aboard the Argo III, his master bolt crackling within his grip as he glowed golden in his rage.
"You are nothing more than the next monsters needing to be destroyed and banished to Tartarus! Not only do you go against the throne but you've even revealed us to the mortals. To follow you is to bring chaos itself to this world!"
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Zeus's words got some agreeing murmurs as more demigods leveled their weapons and gazes on Umbra, even though the demon didn't look bothered at all, instead his attention focused on Zeus with his eyes become more frigid if that was possible.
The stare off continued until Umbra shifted, his right hand almost lazily setting on the left of the two hilts at his hips. Somehow they could all hear the sword being drawn, another icy chill going down Annabeth's spine as a katana of all things came into view. It radiated the very same darkness as his wings but there was more, almost like a hunger coming from the sword as well.
"I hope each of you comes to terms with your choice," Umbra said almost softly as he held the sword at his side.
"Begone!" Zeus nearly roared as he thrust his master bolt forward.
An explosion of lighting raced from the tip towards Umbra, covering the space so quickly that even with her godly eyes she barely tracked it but just before it could hit Umbra there was another blur. Annabeth's jaw dropped as another angel or whatever they were suddenly appeared before Umbra and caught the bolt almost lazily. The yellow bolt then condensed into an orb within the hand of this new one before it crushed the attack with little more than a spark of fanfare.
Everyone was at a loss again as they took in the sight of this new angel. At first glance it was obviously female with the sort of curves to put most goddesses to shame. Dressed in a dark grey chiton that cut off at the mid-thigh, a sleeved coat with the hood drawn up also hiding her face in shadows aside from the glowing dark blue eyes and long braided, black hair reaching near her waist.
'Is that grey lightning in her eyes!?' Annabeth thought in shock as she narrowed her eyes to try and see better. What's more her legs were covered in some sort of knee-high boots that seemed to be made of oddly colored wind and blue lightning soles.
During her observations the angel gently glided to Umbra's side as a bow made of some sort of glowing white metal appeared in her hands with a draw string made of lightning as well. Just looking at that bow gave Annabeth all kinds of warning signs but that didn't seem to be all of it as another one appeared and this one Annabeth could definitely call demonic.
While Umbra had raven-like wings of darkness and the female had grey ones with blue lighting crackling through it, this new one looked like he came from the Pit. Large black trench with hood pulled up to display glowing red eyes and mostly black leather clothes. However, it was the wings made of black-charred bone and red torn membranes with purple fire that really got the attention. Oh, and he had a huge claymore held over his shoulders made of a purely black metal and red runes running the length.
"Are you truly sure you want to fight?" Umbra asked as he leaned forward and all got into position, the angel holding her bow at the ready with a bolt of lightning already drawn and the hellish angel hefting his claymore.
"We have no reason to believe you!" a minor god shouted from his chariot, his bronzed helm hiding his face so Annabeth couldn't identify him.
"Really now?" Umbra asked as his free hand went up to his hood. "Not even if I used to be one myself?" he asked, his voice still retaining the depth and growl but now far more … human.
Several shocked gasps followed as Umbra raised his head again, this time without the hood to reveal a face she once knew. Wild raven hair nearly reaching the back of his neck with new, icy blue tips. A lighter tan and well-set jaw. And the new eyes formed of writhing black flames with icy blue pupils looking at them with an otherworldly air but at the base it was someone she recognized.
"P-Percy?" she asked, her voice carrying unusually well for all to hear as the younger demigods came up short at the sight.
His eyes found hers and she suddenly felt as if she'd been slugged in the gut. His eyes looked at her with a resigned sadness and hint of anger. It made her feel both dejected and guilty so she turned her gaze away, unable to meet his eyes and the feelings they brought to her even as she took a shuddering breath. She instead looked at the other angels only to have her throat catch.
They had changed just like Percy but she recognized them. Thalia and Nico were also looking down on them and she could hear Artemis actually stumble back as if she'd been struck by the acidic look directed at her from her former lieutenant while Nico almost looked bored with them.
"I guess a reintroduction is in order," Percy said in a near amused voice as his cold eyes drifted over the shocked demigods and gods alike.
"Hello, my name is Perseus Jackson, Primordial God of Darkness, Shadows, Night, and Cold, the Lord of Wolves, as well as king of the new Primordial Council," he stated while radiating a near sinister darkness around him, his sword in hand pointed at Zeus as he pinned the Olympian king under a frigid glare. "And I am the executioner of the Olympians."
As he said that Annabeth could only shake her head, unable to match what she was seeing with what she knew. This wasn't Percy.
Her unfortunately ex-boyfriend, the savior of Olympus twice over, greatest demigod in near millennia, the hero that set the precedent for an entirely new generation. Yet that once warm and familiar aura around him was gone as well as that near naïve kindness with just a bit of temper was missing.
Now was a steely sight, with a cold anger and palpable bloodlust in it when looking at Zeus or Artemis. And that was without adding his claim to be a primordial god off all things. Just that alone brought up dozens of questions and he didn't seem to be in the mood to answer any of them.
"Just to clear things up," Thalia spoke up as she keep a level glare on the god that she once called father. "I'm Thalia Grace, former lieutenant of the Hunt and now Primordial Goddess of the Sky and Storms."
"Nico di Angelo," Nico picked up as his dark crimson eyes scanned the demigods. "Primordial God of the Pit, Evil, and Judgement," he said, the aura of sheer malevolence causing demigods to back up with just a look at him.
'B-but that isn't possible!' she screamed as she kept switching her gaze between the three, unable to add up their claims or how it could be true. She knew of the other primordial beings, the elder siblings of Gaea and Uranus, beings that were stronger than them.
To be brazen enough to make such claims, it was nothing short of blasphemy and practically suicide. Hell, she'd met Nyx, and she didn't even want to think what would happen if that particular goddess appeared on this plain rather than stay in the Pit. A quick glance around showed her that she wasn't the only one having a mild breakdown as the reality they knew was hit with the metaphorical sledgehammer.
Tense silence then filled the skies again as the rain buffeted them, seemingly ignoring the three winged beings. Then, another crack of lightning passed right between the former demigods and the ships before all three blasted into motion. Annabeth could barely gasp before the three were on top of them, each rapidly attacking what was in their vicinity.
Annabeth blinked just as Percy appeared between two chariots and spun around, cutting the actual chariots themselves in half as his wings struck out, knocking over the six minor gods that had been on them before he dived under the arrow fire of the closest ship.
Thalia raced over the Argo III, easily weaving past any lightning bolts tossed at her by her enraged father. The rest of the chariots and demigods got into motion, firing at the three beings as they moved about.
Nico landed on the Argo IV, lashing out with a kick at Apollo that the god managed to block. That did nothing for the actual hit though as her husband was sent flying into a crowd of demigods while Nico spun around, his massive claymore moving with surprising speed to swipe away some volleys of arrows.
"Hunters on Port side!" Artemis ordered as her new hunt set up quickly, ignoring the worsening storm around them as lightning crackled all around and the temperature dropped even more.
Annabeth wasn't sure what to do while being stuck in the air though so she quickly ran towards a ballista and got in, dropping her sword to the floor at her side as she took the controls.
The sight was misted with the cold but she had to make due, even adjusting as the ships tilted in and out in the wind. She watched as some chariots gave chase but were ineffective at catching up. Percy moved like a living shadow, slipping in and out of reach while taking turns too sharp for the chariots to have any hope of following.
Boom!
Annabeth jumped as she looked back to see a smoking crater on the deck with flecks of green fire and a burning corpse while other demigods shouted in alarm or grief. She looked across from them and saw a smoking ballista aimed their way as it tried to follow Percy.
"Hold, friendly fire!" she shouted, hoping whatever fool was in the other ballista would hear her. Sadly it seemed that whoever it was, was too panicked to hear or think on it.
She watched as another bolt of Greek fire was shot at them, this time coming towards a cluster of hunters trying to shoot at Percy overhead between the two ships.
"Watch out!" she shouted as the bolt closed in.
Suddenly in a blur of motion her mother appeared before the bolt, her shield already primed. The bolt exploded against the shield as Athena grunted from the hit but suddenly she stopped as if her feet had found solid purchase in mid-air.
"What the Hades," she muttered to herself, having never seen her mother simply stand in mid-air.
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