A/N: Okay, okay, I kind of fell off the face of the earth for a few months... Let's just say I went traveling with Doctor Who. Okay, I forgot my password and was lazy... BUT I am back now, and guess what. Today is my 1 year anniversary of my fanfiction account! *Cheers* so I am now crying, because this will be the VERY LAST POST on this story. I'm giving up my baby. So please, enjoy, and leave the death threats for later. See you at the end!
Disclaimer: If I owned either of these two amazing stories, would I REALLY be writing fanfiction?
Nico was painfully aware of how loud his footsteps were. He shuffled, ashamed at what he had done, down the obsidian halls of his father's palace. Oh how he wished Persephone was home. Unfortunately, it was spring... Why did Demeter always have to butt in? Always trying to make him eat more cereal, and taking the only person holding back Hades' wrath away for six months...
Nico was too lost in his thoughts to realize he had reached the end of the hall. He had reached the occupied throne of his father, who was full of demeaning looks.
Nico kneeled to the throne.
"You took long enough." Hades bluntly said.
"Forgive me father," Nico replied.
"Bianca would have done better..." the god murmured. Nico silently took the blow, "No matter, I have another task for you. There is this Egyptian ghost that has been very naughty..."
Nico tuned his father out. "Where is my reward?" Nico interrupted.
Hades looked startled. "Reward? Well I haven't blasted you to Tartarus yet, now have I? Stop being an ungrateful peasant, and listen to your task!" he exclaimed.
"I killed an innocent man!" Nico protested.
"You killed a stray soul!" the god was getting angry. He strode from his throne, changed to human size, and smacked his child. "I should smite you right now!"
"Go ahead! Do it! I'm tired of being your slave!"
The following months were war ridden. The demigods turned against their parents, and the result was total, and utter hell. The Mist had been discarded like tissue paper, and mortals were painfully aware at what was going on. Wizards joined the war as well. Their spells were gratefully used in the battle.
Few bystanders survived. The fury of the devine beings ripped landscapes apart, made weather horrid, and had released the demons of the world. It was a world nobody wanted to live in.
"ENOUGH!" Zeus roared.
Professor Trelawney broke her trance and shakily looked up at the angry god.
"Y-y-yes my lord?" She asked him.
"I see now that our two races can never meet. Go, go now, and speak to no being of this encounter." Zeus ordered.
The Seer hurriedly left the throne room of Olympus. Zeus leaned back in his throne, and hoped to any and all divine beings that nobody knew of these wizards. Complete and utter destruction would follow if that happened.
He hoped that the deed of death, the l'atto di morte would never, ever, be carried out.
He hoped.
A/N: *SOBS* My final closing address... I want to thank everyone who followed, favorited, reviewed, or even read this story. The journey has been amazing. I hope you enjoyed my short and not very sweet epilogue, and remember; CC wanted, Flames=S'mores, and REVIEW!