Hi.

I hereby renounce my dignity by starting this fic. This is my first fic so be nice.

Uh, the plot? It's like a time travel-ish story with an OP Percy and apocalyptic future. I'm actually unsure of how this story will pan out and the future chapters are under affects of deletion or reconstruction.

Thanks a billion to Skiing-girl (beta) for taking this incomprehensible mess and making it presentable!

Evening in Twilight

Dark shadows loom over the City of New Olympus. Like tortured souls, the clouds crawl around the empire state building, dark faces screaming in torment. The blood red moon has hung unmoving over the sky for years now; it's light bleeding onto the empty streets of the city.

The actual city is silent except for the wailing wind. Giant statues of gold, silver, and diamond stand like sentinels along the streets, proudly representing the heroism of the gods. Stakes posted with the crucified bodies of the titans and despicable traitor demigods line the streets on either side.

Every light, from lamppost to neon signs is turned on, yet there is no chatter of people that typically would accompany such a setting. The ongoing battle between the gods and the titans has dragged on for many years, but the titans are starting to fall, along with the only shred of hope. A soft light glows just over the edge of the horizon, briefly then dies out once more. The gods have become far too arrogant; leaving their Capitol complete unprotected. Of course, they don't need any protection because no assault team can pass the battlefield unnoticed by the gods. Even if someone managed to get to the other side, there was nothing that they could do. No one but the Reaper, the Phantom of Champions, that is.

A dark figure emerged from the shadows' of an office building, flowing down the street like a ghost. Bright colors clawed to sky like lightning. For a brief moment the Reaper came to a halt, looking upward warily. A streak of gray energy dropped down on the empire state building illuminating the night with an indescribable explosion. The figure, shrouded in darkness, stumbled behind a coffee shop for cover. The ringing of the strike stuck with him, making him dizzy and wobbling.

"T-There goes that." the Reaper sighed, placing his hand firmly on the concrete wall of the alleyway. Even after the gods had taken over the city, the empire state building always acted as a familiar reminder of the past days when all was fine and well. But not anymore.

The sky cried again and again like the speeding beat of a war drum. By the dozens the lightning streaked, in all different colors, raining down on the city and demolishing the supreme capitol of the gods. They didn't care for their city, afterall, rebuilding took less than a month. They thought it was worth it to find him.

The Reaper smirked under the thick layers of shadows. Even being a captain of the rebellion didn't drive the gods to such a rage, rather, it was because of he, himself utterly antagonized the "Supreme Lords". Irritation was his specialty.

The Reaper began to run once more, this was once his home and he knew it well. His escape route had already been planned.

The sky erupted in fire of all colors, roaring out their power and hatred. The mere sound could have made a man deaf, like a demonic choir.

"Great. They found me." The Reaper muttered, jumping into a roll, a shot of energy blasting the concrete behind him into the air. The Reaper landed in a crouching position behind a wall that would soon be destroyed as well. Taking a quick breath, he ran into an alley wall, kicking the brick under his feet and lunging for the emergency ladder. In no time he was at the top and running again; just as the deserted alleyway burst in colorful flames.

The Reaper kept running, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Sensing danger, he barely had time to lift his arms in protection as a force tackled him mid jump. The Reaper landed, rolling over the ruins of a shopping store. He raised his head and assessed the enemy.

A man- a demon stood a few yards away. It was a monstrous beast with three eyes, a mouth of fangs, and countless white wings wrapped around his body with the lower layers having merged with the skin. The beast had two hideous bird legs and hands. Two menacing snakes, also wrapped around his body, hung over his shoulders. The blood red eyes and ridged slits offer no comfort.

The monster chirped out laughter. "Well, well. Look at what the birds brought in." Even the voice was fused with inhuman textures; at times climbing high pitched like a bird or growled low to a snake's hiss.

"You need to tone down your bird fetish." the Reaper pushed himself shakily on his knees; he felt the warm ooze of blood coaxing his inner shirt. Had that always been there? Not a big surprise, you often get random wounds in his occupation.

"As always Jackson, making those pathetic jokes. You have no chance to escape with all twelve Olympians here!"

"I feel honored." Percy sarcastically remarked as he tugged on the hilt of his katana. The monster blared, and charged. Percy barely had time to roll to the side and out of the way. Unsheathing his katana, a black and blue Japanese blade. The blue edge of the blade began to burn with Arcane energy.

Hermes gripped both snakes and pulled them like blades. The snakes uncoiled and flatten into curving swords, dripping with acidic green venom.

As Hermes' form suggested, his fighting style matched that of a crazed master swordsman. Percy jerked his blade up with both hands, sparking against the right snake sword, recoiled, then blocking the next.

Hermes stepped back and swung his right blade with extreme rage. Percy smoothly sidestepped the slash but was met by the left sword. They locked swords- which was bad for Percy considering Hermes had two of them- he quickly fixed that by slamming the heel of his boot in between Hermes's thumb and the right sword's hand guard, immobilizing it temporarily.

The Reaper thrust his left feet, forcing Hermes's right arm into a wide swing, then just as quickly, stomping both foot down and throwing Hermes blade to the side. Hermes slashed with his recovered right blade only to find the Reaper slipping through his swing, behind him and slicing a deep cut in the god's right thigh.

A heated roar shook the crumbled ruin of the battleground. Hot gales pushed Percy into a roll, picking the dust from the ground and spitting it in a cloud of smoke.

He pushed himself off the ground, dust and rocks falling from his trench coat. The distant curses of Hermes shaking the ground.

The sun, if you could call it that, broke through the clouds, burning a sick green and red. The Reaper took off, sprinting fast for cover. Swarms of arrows dropped down and like raindrops from hell they consumed small blotches of the ground in fire. Apollo grew devious over the years. Those flames acts like a plague, once they burn through your flesh till you are nothing but a pile of ash on the ground. There was no use in trying to put it out, once the fire is lit, it's impossible to extinguish.

"3.2 meter radius, 3,050 feet per second." The shadowy figure recited hastily as if that actually helped fend off the invasion.

Percy released his katana from its sheath on his back. Feeling an incoming heat, the Reaper sprung to face his enemy. The black blade glowed blue, growling with electricity, with quick, agile swings, the reaper deflected two arrows, then cut through the third. Lastly, the Reaper sends an ark of pulsating blue energy from the swords edge. The sky split in half, the wailing sun dispersed into clouds of fire.

Lights flickered in the silent and somber halls of Yancy Academy. The once regal doors are broken from their hinges and broken chairs and debris litter the floors. The place had been devoid of students for five years, ever since the Chaos War started. Ever since that day…

This was where it all started, the rebellion, the truth, and the Arcane arts. He hadn't seen the school since, yet everything looked exactly as it did five years ago.

Echoes, like cries of the dead, approached the central hall, they sounded like barking of furious hounds.

"Hades!" The Reaper shouted, ending his momentary rest. His surroundings became blurs as the Reaper maneuvered through the halls, around the corners, and up the stairs, all the while hounded by the loudening barks. He reached in his pocket and was glad to find he still had his grenades. As he ran he dropped one on the floor, picking up the pace as he counted the seconds. 5, 4, 3… the hellhounds rounded the corner...2...1. An explosions ripped through the hall and as the flame died all that was left was golden dust gently settling onto the floor.

The floors rumbled as dust and debris fell from the ceiling. The detonation wasn't loud, but the chairs, doors, and other wreckage provided enough evidence of the grenade's effect. The Reaper raced up the spiral staircase and onto the rooftop.

Percy paused for a breather but knew that even though there was no sound of pursuit. He was far from out of danger. The gods knew where he was, and they weren't attacking for a reason.

"Hello, you. It's been a while." The voice spilled from every direction.

Reason found.

"I never thought I'd see you here again, how funny fate is." The body of a woman in her early twenties stepped from the shadows, her pale skin, soft and unblemished; her lips were a light shade of red, and accompanied flowing golden hair.

"I honestly didn't believe you could evade the gods so flawlessly. You've barely had a scratch. The Reaper of the Gods" The Reaper calmed his breath, his green eyes never leaving the girl. "Annabeth." He breathed out.

"Well, are we back on first name bases again, Percy." Annabeth smiled with evil pleasure. "Tell me, do you suppose the gods have finished them off yet? Every single little Titan? Kronos is pretty stupid to have sent all of his forces against the gods at once. And for what cause? Getting you into the Capitol? What will happen now?"

"Will you shut up? Gods, you never had the ability to be quiet, did you? One eye." Percy pressed his palm to his forehead, enough to cover his right eye as a sort of mocking.

"You fucking arrogant, cowardly, prick! I will fucking eat you!" Annabeth wailed, her fingers crawled at her eye patch. Her other black eye burned with purple flames.

"Really? Arrogant coward? Now I remember why I stop calling you Wise Girl." Percy tensed, lifting his shoulders and readying his fingers for the quickest of actions. Despite his taunting attitude, every second Annabeth remained in his view, more and more bitter anger rose from his usually controllable heart.

Annabeth flashed out her dual demonic daggers. Unlike so many times before, this time the blades did not burn. "What? Why isn't it resonating?"

Percy took this chance and jumped off the roof. As much as he wanted to end with a "Big Bang" he knew better than to try and survive by closing his eyes and plugging his ears. Percy grabbed at an iron sphere on his belt and threw it at a nearby lamppost. The iron ball was attached to a wire, wrapping itself around the lamp and swinging Percy safely to the ground.

Once again the assault continued, the skies churn and contorted. Above all of the colors a brilliant blue beast rose in a roar. Lightning and electricity bouncing around the clouds, Zeus has arrived.

All of the gods blended into a chaotic mirage, like a demonic dragon. It's scales lighted the gloomy night brighter than day. It's claws tear the city in half. It's breath, burning the stars above. And it's now chasing after the Reaper.

"Perseus!" A familiar voice called, wise and powerful. In the opposite direction of the dragon beast a sailing vessel flew through the sky, riding the clouds. The Grande Ecstasy; the last battleship of the Titans. And on the bowsprit, a golden champion, old in age, with burning gold eyes and a white fire crown. Kronos.

"Perseus, protect the stone at all cost! You are the last hope for human kind. Stop Chaos!" Kronos rose extending his scythe, the black instrument cracked and melted. Shattering in his hand, the golden dust swirled into a vortex.

"No-" Percy knew what Kronos intended, they, the elites have been briefed on this several times. The ultimate Arcane art. The greatest spell in all of the Archive, one such spells that only Kronos can perform, a spell that Kronos was made to cast. However, at the cost of that spell were the life of both Kronos and the target of the spell.

Time Reaper.

Golden light. Golden mist. Robed skeleton. White scythe. Then Percy was gone, along with the rest of the world.