Zeus

I struggled underneath the weight of the sky. My knees were digging into the ground, and sweat ran like a river down my face. My body was aching, my muscles were burning. I was ready to collapse at any second. But I can't. If I do, the sky will crush me, and there will be no one else to hold the sky in place.

I've been suffering under Atlas burden for years. Perseus himself came by once a week to feed me ambrosia and to taunt me about my punishment and suffering.

It was utterly embarrassing and humiliating. Me, the one mighty King of the Gods, reduced to being force-fed ambrosia from an annoying and irritating demigod. But Perseus is no normal demigod, I hate to admit. Primordial power flows through his very veins, giving him the same abilities on a God-like level.

My muscles felt like they were tearing themselves apart, but I held firm. I haven't given up for years, so I won't give up now. I've held on to a tiny, little spark of hope that my brother, sister or Ares would escape from their predicament and come to rescue me.

But I've also thought about who would hold the sky in my place. Atlas had been murdered by Perseus, and his soul resides in Tartarus along with my other fallen Olympians. Perhaps, when and if I get free, I could force Atlas to reclaim his burden.

I've been using all of my godly strength to keep the sky above my shoulders. I'm surprised that I haven't lost strength yet and the sky hadn't come crashing down on top of me. I do have to give it to Atlas, he must be extremely strong to be stuck carrying the sky for many decades.

My knees were also digging quite painfully into the marble. I don't really know what's going on in the rest of the world, either. Or word about Perseus's rein as King. I've been stuck in this exact same position for years, and news doesn't travel here to the ruins of Mount Othrys.

I grunted as I lost my grip on the sky and it went crashing down onto my shoulders. Pain ripped through me and I quickly pushed my hands up once more, relieving my shoulders of the pain.

I need this to end. I need this to end.

Poseidon

I sat on a pile of dirty rags on the floor of a small, circular room. Perseus had deemed this my room when he first claimed his place as King and forced me to become a slave to him and his Queen. I had nothing in this room but only a pile of rags for me to sleep on.

It's been like this for years. Everyday, I had the same tedious routine. I would be woken up roughly at the crack of dawn and be handed a measly breakfast. Then I would be marched to the private chambers of the King and Queen. Perseus would demand me to do things so humiliating and embarrassing, like give him a foot massage. 

I shuddered at the thought and ran my hands through my grimy, dirty unkept hair. I've been a slave to Perseus and Zoe for many years, and I've been punished several times for failing to do a task. I've been taken down to the dungeons where Annabeth Chase was kept as well. When I first saw her, she'd been bruised, scarred, and bleeding golden ichor. 

I was shocked until Perseus had told me that he had mad her immortal. Immortal, so that his ex-girlfriend could suffer for entirety. 

Thinking on that note, I knew I had been let off easy after seeing the beaten and bloody form of Annabeth. I truly felt sorry for the girl, and tried to ask Perseus if he could lessen her punishment, but I had received a jaw-breaking punch to the face. 

I never tried to ask again. 

I wanted this to end. I've been hoping that somehow the other Gods could escape and rescue me as well, but that hope kindled to almost nothing after years of weighing on Perseus and Zoe's hand and foot. 

I stiffened as I heard footsteps approach my small "room." I guess it was already time for me to start my day of suffering and humiliation. 

Someone please save me. 

Ares

I leaned against the wall of the room Hestia and I shared. Perseus merely chuckled when Hestia and I protested that we couldn't possibly live in the same room. The newly crowned King scoffed at us before telling us that we should shut up before he threw us off of Olympus. 

Perseus didn't even provide Hestia and I with an actual bed, so we had to sleep on the floor with nothing more but an extremely thin blanket. Hestia and I slept as far away as possible from each other. 

 As the years progressed, we got used to it and we've grown as close as we could possibly can. We shared the same fate, as we're being forced to serve Perseus's army, and answer their every order and demand. 

I must admit, it isn't really that bad. The army does treat Hestia and I like crap, but they don't physically harm us on purpose. Sure, this new life of mine is trash compared to the life I used to have on Olympus, but it was bearable. 

I mean, Hestia and I are usually starving, but Perseus makes sure we don't accidentally die of starvation. 

The door to the room opened and I turned just as Hestia entered. She stayed in her 20 year old form for the years she and I have been turned into slaves. Her fiery orange eyes landed on me, and she smiled softly. 

I'm not going to lie, I'm glad she came back. 

Hestia 

I walked into the room Ares and I shared after being called to clean up a mess that some members in Perseus's army had made. I opened the door to see Ares leaning against the wall, his red eyes looking right at me. 

I smiled before closing the door behind me. Ares straightened and said "What did you have to do, now?" I sighed before looking down at the black bracelet I wore on my wrist. Ares had one as well as Poseidon, and that was to keep us from using our godly powers to escape. 

I had tried to pull the bracelet off, but it stayed firmly on my wrist. Perseus must have enchanted it. 

"Some of the demigods in the arena had pushed over a shelf and broken it. I had to clean up, of course. They've been taking us for granted these past few years since they learned they had personal slaves." 

Ares's eyes erupted into flames identical to mine, but he managed to keep his anger under control. Last time, he punched a hole straight through the wall of the room. Perseus threw Ares in the dungeon after that little incident. 

"At least it isn't as bad as when we had to unclog the toilets." Ares said wryly as the flames in his eyes diminished. I shuddered and shook my head. "Please don't remind me of that. I nearly threw up." 

Ares placed a hand on my shoulder, and I looked at his face. It was streaked with dirt and grime since Ares and I were kept in unclean conditions. But his eyes bore into my soul. "We have to get out of here. We have to save Poseidon, and then rescue Zeus from under the sky." 

"Jason Grace already tried escape, Ares." I said wearily. "He was caught and then tortured. Do you want that to happen to us? Because I don't." Ares exhaled angrily before he lifted his hand off of my shoulder. He turned away from me and started to pace, his hands behind his back. 

"Alright, fine. Then what if we had a decently solid escape plan. Then would you try to escape with me?" Ares asked, turning back to face me. I pursed my lips and remained silent for a few moments before I talked. 

"Then what would change the outcome. Yes. I would at least try, if we had a decently solid escape plan." 

A small smile appeared at the corner of Ares's lips. "Okay, Hestia. Guess we have a lot more work to do than we already do." 

I stared at him, before smiling back. A small bit of hope blossomed inside of me. 

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Alright, so I got all of the perspectives out of the way. Now we get to see how our dear Percy and Zoe are doing as King and Queen.