Chapter XX Well That Was Easy. You Wanna Kill Your Wife? Go For it Dude! Less Work For Me

Percy paced wildly in his cabin, on the verge of smashing things. How dare she give off another stupid prophecy, at this time? He still had so much to do! And she was going to ruin it! And just as he was about to recruit his first God, dammit! This was sooooo not the time to be fucking up his plans.

Angrily moving about his cabin, he picked up a random vase. He wanted to smash it, to throw it against the far wall as hard as he could, but instead he set it back down. No. He wasn't going to take his rage out on some inanimate object.

He was going to take it out on the person who threatened to fuck up all his plans. But it was still before curfew, and he huffed in frustration. He didn't want to wait. He wanted to tear her into shreds now. Maybe she was already asleep. Didn't having the job of Evil-Plan-Ruiner tire her out? Maybe he could go now, and just make sure he wasn't spotted. She lived in a weird cave off the edge of camp, like a hermit or a hobbit or something, didn't she?

Rage clouding sense, Percy stomped off. It was so obvious! Now that Annabeth was dead, maybe he had more time before people started figuring it out, but regardless, he would have to move his plans along more quickly. He slammed the door to his cabin shut, and just barely remembered to breath and not look like a sociopath before he took a back-track around the cabins. He came as far as the pavilion before he stopped. Campers were milling about, shuffling along on heavy feat, faces grim.

He couldn't do it now. Not so soon. And certainly not in broad daylight. That was like having a giant arrow pointing at him, stating Prophecy Boy on it. He sighed, and went back to his cabin. He was still so furious. Maybe he could vent in the lake?

He ran over to the beach, throwing off his shirt on the way. As soon as he was on the edge of the deck he jumped off. He sank into the water, and propelled himself to the bottom of the ocean. God damn fucking redheads. He stayed there, at the bottom. A few water nymphs swam up to him, expecting him to converse with him as he always did.

They stayed away after he suffocated one of them in an air bubble.

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The cool veil off night had fallen over the camp. Darkness shrouded his surroundings, the air licking his skin for the first time in hours after he finally resurfaced. He smiled thinly. He was dry when he got out of the water, the wet sand sticking to his dry converse.

Now he could do it. The water had calmed him, but as soon as he was released into the air's dry arms, rage surrounded him again, clouding common sense and any completely rational thought that may have occurred to him.

He walked straight to where he could remember her secluded cave being. Maybe if it was far enough, he could finally enjoy making one of his victims scream.

Alas, though it took him several minutes to find the thing, he didn't deem it far enough to let her scream. A curtain of beads served as a door, and upon entree, he noticed paint splatter covering the walls. Random paintings and canvasses were all over, with scattered bean bag chairs and-was that a TV? Lucky bitch! There were various other things, but he didn't pay them much attention. It was a literal woman cave. He rolled his eyes, stepping further into the cave.

Now he could see her, still passed out in one of the bean bag chairs, laying spread eagle, drool dripping out of one corner of her mouth as he snored loudly. Wasn't that an attractive sight? He sneered, uncapping Riptide. Twirling the sword around, he wondered how he should kill her. There were many ways, after all.

He finally shrugged, and let the cool metal of his sword rest gently on her neck. Her eyes fluttered open. Rachel didn't see much besides a twisted, vengeful smile, before she was choking on her own blood.

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Jesus, waiting for a God to come back home to his palace was boring. Here Percy was, sitting in a chair seven sizes too large for him, practically falling asleep, for hours now, and Hephaestus didn't even have the decency to show up before he forgot his speech? How rude! It wasn't as if he had ages to just wait around. He would like to get back before he was found missing and Rachel was found dead. He kicked his feet idly. He couldn't leave now, he wanted to get this done before Hephaestus decided to leave him because he killed Rachel. And wouldn't that be horrible? He couldn't have that.

He was actually starting to doze off when the bright flash had him sitting upright in the throne he sat in. It took him a mere moment to fix his smirk onto his face, to clear the fuzziness out of his eyes and to righten himself, but he did it before Hephaestus turned around and realized he wasn't alone.

The God stood still, eyes narrowed. "You're the Jackson boy." He said, his scarred face twisting as he spoke. Percy's smirk grew.

"Indeed I am."

"What are you doing here, within my palace walls?" Hephaestus slowly walked up to him. In his current state, he towered over Percy by several feet, his broad frame blocking the light from hitting Percy's face. But Percy wasn't scared. Even if he was, showing intimidation right now would ruin all his plans. And now, he couldn't afford another setback.

"Several reasons. You may have heard the rumor that Oceanus has been possessing me?" Hephaestus nodded. "Yes, well, that's a lie."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"Percy sighed. "You're boring. Simply said, I am here because I am on a mission, and I need your help, as much as I loath to admit it." Hephaestus raised a shredded eyebrow. He stood directly in front of Percy now, though standing up in the throne allowed Percy to be eye level. A giant hammer rested casually in his right hand, the whole thing the size of Percy's leg.

"What mission?" Hephaestus' tone portrayed no emotion. Percy could only help he was considering his offer and not getting as much information as he could before smiting Percy on the spot for fun. Maybe he wouldn't do it because Percy was in his throne and he didn't want to get it dirty? Whatever the reason, Percy continued to talk quickly.

"Overall, my mission is to rule. But to do that, I need help. I've already enlisted the assistance of the monsters, promising them a position of power under my rule. And, I also need the help of a few Gods and Goddesses, such as yourself."

"What do you need me for, exactly?"

"Weapons. Armor. Ideally, I was hopping you could upgrade Riptide to have the power to kill the Gods, and if not something similar that could."

"Who do you plan to kill?" Now he was just getting on Percy's nerves. He didn't know if he was making any headway at all. He could just be spilling all his plans on Hermes TV for all he knew! Trying to fight the growing instinct to fight and then flee, Percy forged on, fingers twitching. He could feel Nightshade under his skin, within his mind, ready to attack and defend him. But he held off.

"I've already eliminated Ares and Athena. There are various others, but my end goal is to get rid of Zeus." Percy mentally cringed. He hated stating his plan out loud, so casually, like he didn't have anything at stake. But it had to be done. He would probably need to do it again, to get the rest of the Gods he wanted on his side.

"Wasn't a prophecy given just earlier tonight? I believe it was describing you?" Percy frowned.

"Unfortunately. True, it is forcing me to speed my plans along, but no matter. She is disposed of, and won't be making another prophecy again."

Now he just admitted to murdering a mortal. Great. This was going so well. Percy was ready to have Nightshade attack when suddenly, Hephaestus smiled. "I'm in."

Percy blinked. "Just like that?" Hephaestus nodded.

"I'm tired of Zeus treating us like toddlers with no privileges. Besides, I've been itching to try something new to make. One request, though." Percy drew back, eyes narrowing.

"What?"

"I get to kill Aphrodite."

Percy gave a wicked smile. "Done and done. Now, I have a quick favor to ask of you."

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WOOOO BIG XX YEAH BABY LET'S DO THIS SHIT

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I'm so excited. Really, though, I haven't a clue how much longer this thing will go on for. I know what kidna stuff I wanna put it in, and I know how it's gonna end but I haven't the slightest idea on what I'm actually gonna be able to use and what't'll happen before it ends. *Sigh*

Btw, this story is at 26,982 words. Holllllyyyyyy shit. That isn't including little author notes/chapter titles.