Summary: Annabeth died in the fall, leaving Perseus alone in Tartarus. But before one he meets someone who's very interested in him, setting off a whirlwind of crazy with no end in sight. They ask only one thing of Percy: to Conquer. On Hiatus, a very long one. No big clffhanger at the end so you can read if you want, but don't expect updates anytime soon.
Link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12162600/1/Perseus-the-Conqueror
Word count:196k
Chapters:61
Chapter 1
They had been falling into the Pit for hours after their encounter with Arachne. Percy didn't regret his decision to fall with Annabeth at all. The same could not be said for Annabeth. As they were falling, Annabeth was sobbing. So Percy tried to help.
"Hey don't cry Wise Girl. I am so sorry I got us into this but I promise I will get us out"
Annabeth knew what Percy was trying to do, and as Annabeth Chase, she loved him for it. But as a daughter of Athena she was outraged.
"What were you thinking Seaweed Brain? Now you are going to Tartarus! You were the gods' best chance at saving the world and you know it! None of the other five matched your power; they have no chance without you! And don't even think of taking the blame for me falling I won't let you" she yelled through tears
"You know there is no way I would let you go like that! My flaw would not allow it. But I will find a way out of this."
Annabeth sighed, "I know you will Percy. But I won't. You are the one with the luck not me. So as much as it may hurt, when we reach the bottom I will be gone."
Percy's face turned to anger as the wind rushed through his wild hair. "Don't you dare talk like that Wise Girl I won't-!"
"Just shut up and think for a minute Percy! We are falling into Tartarus the deadliest place in all of known creation! There is no way I am going to survive… because I don't need to." Annabeth's voice softened at the end.
Percy was beyond confused, "What do you mean you don't need to!" he asked incredulously, "You need to survive Annabeth you are part of the prophecy just as much as me. I need you to survive!" He nearly screamed.
"No Percy you just want me to and I love you for it. But it is too late. My part of the prophecy as been played I knew I was in danger the moment I found the statue. The Fates don't need me anymore. "
"To hell with the Fates Annabeth! I do need you. And I want you. Because I love you."
Annabeth started to cry. "For now can you just… hold me?" she said trying to hold back her tears.
Percy reached out to her and pulled her into a tight embrace. Annabeth began to cry into her boyfriends' arms, never wanting to leave them.
"Percy… promise me if I die you will move on."
Percy put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes as they fell. "I won't have to Wise Girl"
"Just promise. Swear on the Styx you won't keep yourself from happiness because of me."
Percy sighed and nodded. He swore the oath and pulled her close again. Praying to the gods that he would never have to let her go.
As hours passed they began to reminisce about their past adventures. They thought back to their adventure in the tunnel of love ride during their first quest together with hardy chuckles. Back then neither of them knew what their destiny together would be.
They then thought of Tyson. Their adventure with him would always be remembered.
"You were a really cute guinea pig by the way"
"Is that so?" Percy chuckled as they continued to plummet.
"How else do you think I figured it out? Only you could make such a cute rodent." She said with a laugh.
Percy snickered "Oh really! Well it's hardly surprising. And might I also mention you looked quite good as a clown with all the makeup they put on you."
Annabeth narrowed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him, which he responded with a booming laugh. They then both thought about their kiss at Mt. St. Helens and they smiled warmly.
They fell (ha-ha sorry) into a comfortable silence after that. Just holding on to one another not wanting to let go. They stayed like that for hours, waiting to reach the bottom.
All of a sudden they saw a light heading towards them rapidly. They began to get ready for what was on the other side.
Annabeth took one last look at Percy and said, "I love you Perseus Jackson."
"I love you Annabeth Chase." He replied as they entered the light. Only to come out falling in a Sahara desert sized wasteland of screams and torment. There were gigantic black mountains that seemed to be made out of obsidian. The calls of the monsters residing here could be heard at all times.
Percy saw the rapidly approaching ground and cheered internally when he saw a great solution. A river. He reached out to the river to try and use it to rescue the two. He felt the familiar tug in his gut, but nothing happened. He tried again and again but it didn't work. He took one last look at the love of his life before they both fell into the river of misery.
Percy felt all the effects of the river, but managed to ignore them. The river had protected his fall because of his parentage, but that seemed to be the extent of his power over the river. He quickly hauled himself to the shore of broken glass. Ignoring the blood and pain. He was panicking because he couldn't see Annabeth in the river. At the speed they were going from the fall, hitting water would be the same as hitting solid ground, resulting in instant death.
Through his tears he called out "Annabeth! Please! Answer me!" he searched the river shore for hours hoping to find her before he finally sat down in realization. His feelings were numb. He didn't know where in Tartarus he was; he didn't know how he was going to survive in the toxic environment. And the girl he loved was dead.
Percy stared at the river, feeling completely numb, before he raised his head and let out a wail of ultimate suffering. His scream was so loud it reverberated across the entire cavern if the subterranean world could be referred to as such.
He finally finished his cry as he broke down sobbing. He thought back to their conversation and Annabeth's prediction. He thought, "Why couldn't you just let me be right for once Wise Girl."
Percy POV
Why?
Why did the fates take her?
Annabeth had done nothing but work and suffer for the fates and this is how she gets rewarded?
Well I am not having it.
I finally rose from my knees after screaming my broken heart out. I hadn't even noticed the ground of broken glass until know, and my shins were suffering because of it.
I winced as I pulled the bits and pieces out of my legs. It hurt, but nowhere near as much as I felt already, I felt as if someone had forced their hand into my gut and ripped out all the happiness, leaving at throbbing, aching hole.
As much as it hurt though, I know what she would have wanted me to do. She would want me to survive. She would want me to find happiness again. But I didn't want happiness. I wanted revenge.
I wanted to kill the Fates.
I set out from the shore of the miserable river. It probably had a name, Annabeth would probably have known.
As I walked, the terrain changed from broken glass beach, to plains with clumps of boulders and random tufts of grass with black blades. And when I say black blades, I mean knife blades, growing from the ground. I walked through the pointy plains of pain (I like alliteration) careful to avoid the blades.
I walked for hours through the plain, seeing no end to it. In truth I had no idea where I was going, I just knew I wasn't going to stay still for the monsters to come and get me.
I noticed that every breath I took seemed to burn in my throat, it seemed the air was poisonous. As if this gods forsaken places wasn't trying to kill me enough already.
All of a sudden, I heard a low growl, and turned to see a hellhound the size of a car leaping straight for me. In my surprise I held riptide forward with both hands and threw myself on my back, allowing the monster to leap over me, opining its stomach and covering me with its blood as it did, before it disintegrated.
I tried to stand up only to fall on my ass in pain. I looked at my left calve and saw one of the grass blades sticking out of it; apparently I had fallen on it when dodging the hellhound.
All things considered it could have been worse. I had a few squares of ambrosia on me, one of which I consumed to heal the wound. The rest I saved for later, I didn't know how long I would be down here.
I finally managed to stand on my leg with a slight limp, due to the work of the ambrosia. I set out again.
A few more hours past, during which I ran into a few more hellhounds, and a couple sea demons. I slew them all with ease, as I was more vigilant after the first.
As the hours went by I could feel myself weakening. Every factor of the environment was working to bring me down. I was also hungry, and ambrosia could substitute for food, as I would be disintegrated.
As I was trudging along, hoping to find some source of food, I heard a sound behind me. I spun around, Riptide uncapped and ready to go, only to see unarmed man.
He was 6'2", had long flowing hair, as black as black can get. He wore simple jeans and a tight black t-shirt that showed a slightly muscled and well-toned body. His face was eerily symmetrical. But the weirdest part was his eyes.
The stranger's eyes were almost impossible to look at because when I did I started seeing a strange string of images that went by too fast to comprehend, which was accompanied by a throbbing headache. He couldn't make out a specific color.
I held up my sword, ready for anything, "Who the hell are you? If you're here to fight, I don't recommend it, I am not in the greatest of moods." I said with a sharp edge in my voice.
The figure just smirked "Such fire. I believe I have made the right choice." His voice was deep and velvety. It would have sent shivers up my spine if I were able to give a shit at the moment.
The man walked closer to me, I tensed and got ready to fight when the man got with in three feet of me, I swung riptide at the man, only to have it bounce off harmlessly. I was surprised to say the least.
The man laughed at the effort "That won't work on me boy." He said through his chuckles.
I was angry now. "I'll ask again: who are you? And if you don't answer this time I'll shove this thing down your throat and see if you're invincible on the inside."
The man continued to smile at me, "Don't worry I'll tell you soon enough, but first, I want to know what has made you this upset."
My eyes widened as my face went to a surprised look, followed quickly by rage. " Why am I upset? Maybe it's the fact that I am in the literal hell beneath hell. Maybe it's because I don't know where I am or where I need to go. Maybe its because the girl I have loved since I was twelve is dead, and I wasn't strong enough to stop it! Why don't you tell me?!" I screamed
The man just nodded his head in understanding, "You're angry."
"Gasp! Say it isn't so!" I mocked
"You use sarcasm and humor to make your self feel better. But what if I told you that I could provide a better way for you to feel better?" he said with a knowing smile."
"What do you mean?" What was he talking about?
"I am going to give you a way to defeat the Fates themselves." He said.
I almost started laughing. Sure I wanted revenge, but I never thought it would be possible. "Oh yeah? How are you going to give me that?"
"Quite easily actually. Considering I am Chaos, the Creator."
Link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12162600/1/Perseus-the-Conqueror