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Octavian's Revenge
Octavian's POV

"Join me," I plead to the young adult in front of me. "You fought against the Olympians once. You sided with Kronos. But you realized that Kronos was worse than the gods and you destroyed him. You sacrificed everything for the gods. And what do you get in return? Nothing. Nothing but an endless life of pain and torture. You should have made it to Elysium, but the gods took that from you! Now join me. We will strike back. We will end them. And then we will inherit our parent's thrones. I do not seek power like the Titans or the giants. I don't seek to destroy like Gaea. The opposite, in fact. I wish to preserve the world. To save it."

I can tell my words are getting to him. I can see it in his face. He struggled under the weight of the sky. Or more in fact, a replica. The punishment they gave him even after he saved the world. I continue with my speech against the gods.

"They are terrible. They kill. They murder. And they never are punished for it. Zeus swallowed his first wife, Metis. Just like his father did to his brothers and sisters. Hera threw her son of a mountain because he didn't fit her version of perfection. Apollo killed those who even tried to compete with his skill. He ravaged entire nations with plagues. Hermes stole from the gods right after he was born and then continued to for the rest of time. He went unpunished. Ares kills and murders and raids for his own pleasure. Athena is vengeful and commits that revenge without mercy. Artemis kills men or has them killed because she views them all as inferior. Exactly what Hitler did. Killed without any reason besides prejudice. I could go on! They have outlived their rule and now the must be overthrown. Just as the Titans overthrew their father. Just as the gods did to their father. It is now their turn. Fight with me, Luke and you can live without suffering."

Castellan looks up, straight into my eyes and croaks out one word. "Y-yes."

I reach down and touch his temples. Golden energy and lightning flash from my fingers. He gasps as the power runs through his body, up to his arms and... BOOM!

Golden light flashes and the whole Underworld lights up as Luke stands up, free from his prison. "T-thank you."

Before he can say anything, I grab his arm and the Underworld fades away in golden light. We appear in a clearing with twelve tents in a circle. They are eight-people tents but each of them will only house one.

"Welcome back to the world," I say to the blue-eyed boy next to me. His smoky spirit floats an inch above the ground.

"Just one last thing." I lift my hands and wind swirls from the sky, in a small tornado. It surrounds him and flows into his lungs. Luke steps out of the cyclone, fully mortal again. I smile. ''The messenger lives. ''

His mouth opens to speak, but I beat him to it. "Welcome to the Second Olympus. Your tent's the black one."

I turn to walk away but Luke calls to me. "Wait. I never got your name."

I look back at him, "I was once called Octavian. But that was before. Call me Augustus."

I take one look at my camp I've made. It fades into blinding light and I am gone.

Luke's POV

I feel stronger. Stronger than when I first lived. I feel freer than I ever have. But that makes sense when you put in the fact that I was holding the weight of the sky on my back for the last year. I sigh. Did I really want to overthrow Olympus? What would Annabeth think? I shrug the questions off. I'll deal with them later.

I jog to my tent and after struggling with it for a few eternities, I get it open. I step inside to find the tent is a freaking house! It was a large tent, yeah. You could see that from the outside. But the inside was inchanted somehow cause it turned into a one-story house on the inside. I walk through my new home. I find the bathroom, that has a whole room dedicated to showering attached to it. But instead of showerheads, it's filled with dark clouds that collect on the ceiling.

I find the kitchen that has a hearth instead of an oven. Along with a small cupboard and a small fridge. The dining room has a simple feel to it. Mostly. It has a normal table but surrounding it are twelve thrones. Literal thrones! They kept changing in design. One of them seemed to attract me like it had its own gravity. I walked up to it and sat down. Nothing happened for a second. Then it started to take shape. The armrests became twin snakeheads made of wood, with obsidian for eyes and fangs made of silver. The rest of the seat became the same kind of wood as the armrests and the back shaped itself into wings.

After a few more minutes of admiring my new throne, I went and explored the rest of the house. The rest was simple. Until I came to my room. The room itself was simple, but not what was in it. I walked in to find a golden apple on my bed. An actual golden apple! I knew it was one. I had seen them during my first life. My scar seemed to throb at the memory.

I lifted it up to my mouth and hesitated before taking a bite. It somehow tasted better than ambrosia. I didn't even think that was possible, but apparently, it was. I was about o take another bite when the apple turned to golden smoke it entered through my nostrils and mouth. Most of the time, I would start coughing like an old man if I took a blast of smoke down my thought but somehow it didn't affect me.

Suddenly, a light appeared in front of me. At first, I thought it was that Augustus kid but the next two flashes of light proved that to be false. Three old ladies surrounded me.

"Will this one prove himself worthy?"

"No. His body will reject it like all the others."

As soon as she said that I fell forwards. Crashing to the floor I started to cough and wretch like crazy. The only movement that I could seem to make was spasming.

"See! It has already begun."

One of the old ladies continued to talk but I couldn't hear what she was saying. ''I'm going to die. Again. ''

''No! I am not going back to the Underworld. I will not die. I will never die!''

My vision clears. I feel... different. I look up to the face of one of the ladies. "What is going on?"

"You, Luke Castellan, have somehow managed to obtain godhood."

The three start speaking in unison. "Luke Castellan. Son of Hermes. We, the Fates, welcome you to immortality. We name you now the god of betrayal, love, swordsmanship, speed, and time. For you have betrayed and been betrayed. For you have felt love and you have been loved. For your power with the blade. For your father's blood in you. And for you are the one who truly defeated Kronos. Rise, Amoris.