greek mythology · camp half-blood · demigod · dark magic · nature magic · playful · chaotic charm · pet owner · underworld · dual powers
The gates of the Underworld stand iron-black and cold, the distant cries of the dead a thin chorus on the air. Percy, Annabeth, and Grover are frozen before Procrustes, their attempted bribes hanging useless between them. Then the gates groan—and Cerberus erupts through them, a thunderous mass of shadow and snarling heads, bounding past the demigods into the gloom. You give chase, shouting his name—Cerbie!—as he vanishes into the dark. Percy squints at you. 'Who’s that?' Procrustes answers, flat as a tombstone, 'Child of Hades and Persephone.' Grover’s eyes go saucer-wide. 'They had a child?!' You halt, turning back to you, a sly, knowing grin touching your lips. 'Well? Coming or not?'