Hey guys, was sup?!
This is my new story, A Demon's Wrath, all original... Well, as far as I'm concerned it is anyway. So, yeah, let's get on with this story!
It will be either Pertemis or Perzoë, you guys can decide. You can even decide for there to be no coupling, I don't really mind. It's up to you folks.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot line, nothing more.
Enjoy guys!
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No point of view:
Deep thunder rumbled across the dark, cloudy night. It was November, and as per-usual, the hunters of Artemis always decided to go on an expedition hunt that stretched on for a few months, right before they had to go back to Camp Half-blood.
And right now, they were hungry for blood. The blood of monsters… Well, anything evil or male, that is.
A splash was heard throughout the silent forests of North Dakota. Rain poured down from the sky, but that didn't stop a young boy from his trek through the woodland.
The boy was dressed in torn clothes that were coated in a layer of dried mud. His fingers and hands were smothered cuts, as was his face and arms.
His each of his hands were wrapped in bandages, enough padding to make it look like something a professional MMA fighter or boxer would wear.
His eyes resembled burning coals, and his look was made more evil by how his hair drooped low over his face. It was quite long, as it nearly reached his shoulders.
The boy then shivered before readjusting his hood to cover more of his face, and then shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his tattered metal combats.
The young boy couldn't be any more than eleven, as he had not started to grow facial hair.
Images began to fill his mind.
His father chanting at him, repeatedly shouting insults like "you dump prick!", and "you're the biggest mistake ever imagined!" The one that stung the most was "your mother will be ashamed of you! No wonder why she abandoned you!"
He just wanted all of the pain to stop.
On his ninth birthday, he was exiled from his home, apparently because his horns hadn't begun to grow yet.
"Perseus Jackson, son of Astaroth. You have been trained under the wing of both Amon and Satan, but failed all of your tests... Not to mention that your horns and wings have not begun to grow... You are hereby banished to Earth, and may only return when you have grown your horns and wings, and mastered your abilities...!" The judge had bellowed, and that night he was tossed out of his homeland.
Percy looked up at the crescent moon, which glared a hole through the pitch black clouds.
Mother... Where in the devil's name are you? He asked himself, looking back down when his eyes began to sting from the rain.
Being a demi-demon was hard, especially when you have to follow every single bloody devil law.
Like for medicine, there was something that looked and smelled like someone's ordure. Then they had to drain a human dry of blood once a month to keep them alive - a lot like a vampire.
Percy tried it once, and he threw up after a pint or so.
He felt the corners of his head, which was little above the temple.
Still no horns... He mentally sighed. He was a young kid who was starving hungry, has no money, no family or anyone who loved him.
He trudged through yet another puddle. The only noise that rung through his ears, was the diamonds of water tore downwards and through the demi-demon's clothes and muddy water getting thrown into the air by his feet and the rain.
The intensity of the downpour seemed to increase, making Percy's vision much worse than what it already was.
He punched a nearby tree in a fit of rage.
It cracked, and seemed to fall down. A scream was heard from the tree, which caused the demi-demon's head to snap in the direction that the scream came from.
He ran over there, and saw a girl crouching there, dusting herself off.
Percy remained silent as he crouched on the fallen tree trunk. He analysed her, but could already tell that she was involved with one of the Pantheons; (not to mention a hunter) because a silver bow hung loosely over her shoulder and a quiver of silver arrows was strapped to her back.
With his extremely enhanced sight, the son of Astaroth managed to notice that the feather on the end of each arrow was black, other than a few which had a tag on them. He managed to make out one: Tranquilizer.
Uh-oh... Percy paled considerably. Knowing this girl, there was enough of that stuff to take down a horse on steroids (and that's a lot).
He slowly crept backwards, careful not to make a -
SNAP!
Crap... Percy cursed mentally. He had trod on a branch that he could've sworn that was never there beforehand.
The hunter turned towards him, her obsidian eyes narrowed.
Not even a second later, she had an arrow nocked and aimed right in between his eyes.
"What do thy want, boy?" She hissed. An evil glint was in her eyes, which said 'if you value your life, you will NOT tick me off any more than you already have'!
"To walk away, and pretend that we never met." The son of Astaroth shrugged his shoulders.
He just hoped and prayed that this wasn't a hunter of that Greek goddess of the Moon… What was her name…? Anyway, he was mainly worried because she would kill him; slowly and most painfully.
The fog began to clear up, and he noticed that there was a silver tiara nested on the top of her head. She wore a silver ski jacket with cameo jeans and combat boots.
Oh... Sweet devil's armpit...
He was screwed to high heaven.
"Zoë, where are you?!" A distant voice called out.
The girl, Zoë, turned her head to the direction of the voice. Using his time wisely, the demi-demon jumped off of the fallen tree and ran in the direction he was originally heading in.
Give him another eleven or so days and he would reach Manhattan.
And that was with only four hours of sleep per night.
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He sighed in exhaustion. He kept on running into the same creatures that used to try and kill him when he was younger - Hellhounds.
"Stupid Astaroth; can't tell the difference between his ass and brain..." Percy grumbled, and the ground shook a bit.
"Can it, will you? Calm your tits... Jeez..." Percy rolled his eyes at his grandfather's retarded behaviour.
It had been a week since his run in with that Zoë girl, whatever her name was. He couldn't really care less to be honest.
Anyway, he was currently getting extremely bored with all of the running around. He had just entered the state of New York earlier that morning, only to get attacked by Hellhounds.
But, seriously?! They are from the Greek pantheon, while he was from some demonic pantheon that kills more people in a week than even a terrorist did in his / her life time!
Well, maybe not that much... But they did kill quite a lot.
A silver arrow shot out from the trees, narrowly missing the demi-demon.
"Really, you have to freaking stalk me?" Percy just cursed, and the same girl he met a week ago – Zia was it? Zoë? Yeah, Zoë was her name.
Then again, on the inside Percy was like oh crap, I'd be damned to the darkest pits of hell where the devil resides.
"Not stalk; hunt is a much more accurate word, thou dumb boy." Zoë sneered, pulling the string of her bow back, and a silver arrow shimmered into existence.
"Eh, my dick of a father gave much worse insults." He folded his arms in a disappointed method.
"Then again, you aren't from the depths of Hell." Percy added from out of nowhere - and then the arrow was released.
He only cracked a ghost of a smile and side stepped the arrow so it soured behind him and hit another huntress in the shoulder.
The huntress grunted in pain, and suddenly twenty girls jumped down from the trees, all ready to turn the boy into a pin cushion.
Then, one last huntress jumped down from the canopy above them, landing on front of Percy and in between him and Zoë.
Long, auburn hair fell down below her shoulders and piercing silver eyes caught anyone's eyes with their beauty. A silver hunting knife was strapped to each of her thighs, and a bow was in her hands, most likely slung over her shoulders like they did in the ancient times.
"Now the entire party is here! Am I the guest of honour or something, as I have all the arrows pointed at me other than the unnecessary friendly fire from Zoë behind you?" Percy remarked, only to get a sharp dagger tip digging into the bottom of his chin. A spec of black blood slithered down the knife, and onto the silver eyed girl's hand.
She instantly recoiled, clutching her hand as her knife clattered to the ground. She was hissing in pain, proving her to be a goddess.
"Lady Artemis, I thought you would have known - to any being with any form of ichor running through their blood, the blood of a demonic being is very acidic." Percy held his hands up, to show that he won't do anything rash.
Artemis only glared at Percy. "Your kind has been extinct for centuries... So don't lie to me."
"Why would I do that, Lady Artemis?" Percy retorted, letting his arms fall down to his sides. A tingling sensation crawled up his back, which he usually got right before something bad was about to occur.
"Because you're a disgusting male." Artemis spat, and lunged for the demi-demon, ignoring her injured hand.
"Damn it..." Percy cursed, only left with the option of fighting.
KOO-KIE!
The sound rung through Percy's ears.
He focused on where the sound came from, dodging Artemis' numerous strikes.
He could hear ragged breathing of a male, and his teeth grinding together.
The light scraping sound of the gun being readjusted, meaning that it was most likely something along the lines of a sniper or assault rifle.
He snatched up Artemis' dagger from the ground, and threw it towards the man's hiding spot.
A yelp of pain came from the trees, and the sound of someone running away faded away.
That was his mistake.
A sharp kick to his side drove the wind out of the demi-demon, sending him sprawling across the forest floor.
Percy growled in pain, regaining his composure.
Arrows rained down on the son of Astaroth, adding to his level of annoyance.
Artemis kicked him to the ground, and raised her dagger to stab him, but then the sky rumbled with thunder.
"You're lucky, boy." Artemis spat, and Percy closed his eyes as the Greek goddess of the Moon flashed away along with her hunters.
Percy just lay there for a few hours, groaning in pain every time he made even the slightest bit of movement, pain erupted all over his body.
Remind him to never piss off Artemis and the hunt ever again, unless he wanted to be killed.
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And that's a wrap! Now, I plan to hit Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief within chapters 3 or 4, as I plan to go through the entire PJO series in this one story, and hopefully hit HOO in a sequel.
Anyway, I don't have much to say other than drop a review to give me a boost of inspiration so next chapter makes way to your computers quicker, it comes more awesome AND… Well… Just review for crying out loud!
So yeah, see ya next chapter!
~ The Prince of Souls (Soul Rebirth)
P.S: Don't forget to drop by a review of your chosen shipping! Percy/Zoë or Percy/Artemis! Or just my life easier and just vote in the poll on my profile (should be up… NOW)!