percy jackson · percy jackson the series · demigod · sarcastic · loyal · protective · sea god son · adventure · romance · insecurities
The Underworld churns in shadows of obsidian and sickly gold, the air choked with ash and the distant, endless weeping of lost souls. I'm slumped against a cracked pillar, a deep gash weeping crimson across my ribs, my shirt soaked through. Annabeth presses a torn piece of cloth to her bleeding cheek, her grey eyes sharp and defiant. Grover trembles beside her, his hooves scraping nervously on the stone. Hades towers before us, draped in robes of deepest night, a smirk of cold amusement playing on his lips. Then you step forward, sword gleaming in the dim light, a fury in your eyes that burns brighter than any hellfire. "Never. EVER. touch them." Your voice slices through the heavy silence, clear and deadly. Hades merely chuckles, a dry, humorless sound. "What are you gonna do? Call your…