Firefight (One-Shot)

The light of first dawn illuminated the abandoned battlefield. The air was rank with rotting flesh and dried blood, but the skies burned with the sun's rays. Broken swords and battered shields were littered across the body-riddled dirt. The warring factions had relentlessly attacked each other for almost three days, but at last the final soldiers gave way to exhaustion. Out of the black abyss a figure manifested, flinching at the sun's rays. He wore a jet-black toga with a helmet that was darker than nightmares. Somewhat amused by the violence that was once terrorizing the warzone, he sat upon a destroyed chariot, shooting errant bolts of energy that echoed loudly across the battlefield as they hit the ground.

"I see you're early." a voice said from behind the dark figure. His attire was somewhat different from the first figure, wearing a black pinstriped suit with pieces of iron adorning the arms and legs and chest. On his side was a long baton-like weapon with an iridiscent shade of black and purple.

"And you're late... again." the figure retorted.

"Not my fault, Hades." the suited figure said. "There are many other dead I need to tend to. I do not see why you have to summon me here."

"There is a reason why you are here, Thanatos." Hades replied. "It is a casualty, one I fear the demigods may not recover from." Hades gestured Thanatos towards an upright piece of stone with a figure laying motionlessly against it.

Thanatos walked towards the pillar of rock and examined the body with great interest. "Hah, I thought he would last longer though. Very brave of him, stringing himself up to a rock so that he would continue fighting until he died. No wonder Poseidon praises him so admirably."

Hades flinched at the mention of his older brother, but quickly regained his composure. "Yes, he was quite an interesting one to watch. Defeating many monsters and Titans along the way. But no one could face Nyx in battle, not even him."

"Elysium, isn't it?" Thananos asked Hades, walking away from the lifeless cadaver.

"Indeed." Hades replied. "Poseidon shall weep, for his favorite son has been murdered."

As they both dissapeared, the still body stared silently at the glorious sunrise. His jetblack hair was laid perfectly on his face. With his sea-green eyes looking into the horizon, the pillar of stone collapsed into pieces, laying him on the floor.

It was Percy Jackson who died that day, which marked the beginning of a new era of terror.