Third Person Prologues Are in Fashion!!

The big, fat man in the Hawwaian shirt looked at the boy infront of him with uncontroled anger.

His eyes glowed purple, and his pudgy fists were clenched.

Dionysius was not happy. And that boded ill for the source of this anger, who was at his knees, yet defiantly looking at the god.

"You killed my son." He growled.

The boy infront of him sneered. "He raised his blade against me, not the other way around. I just skewered him before he did it to me." he said in a british accent.

Mr D's eyes were now leaking the purple energy, that swirled around him, like serpents. "You may not have raised your blade against my son, but you raised it against Olympus... YOU WILL PAY!!!"

The boy smiled crookedly. "In cash?"

Mr D roared. The purple energy struck the boy, leaving his face pale, and eyes bloodshot. He opened his mouth in a soundless scream, and his hands twisted unnaturally.

Dionysius grinned. "You prided yourself on your mind? Well, you have it NO MORE!!!!"

The boy's bloated eyes, shouting with insanity, looked at Dionysius, and he stepped back. The boy grinned hungrily, his pale face twisting as if seen through a film of water. He raised a convulsing hand towards the god, who watched in shock.

Then the boy pounced.

The god willed vines to wrap him, but the boy's bloated muscles ripped through. Then he fixed Dionysius with a look of such evil that the god winced, and then, the boy was running, hard. Only when he crossed the line and exitted the Camp Halfblood, did Mr. D collapse, in shock.

What had he created?