Jercy - - Oneshot #46

"Stop!" Hephaestus demanded, right before Percy's blade was going to be through Jason's skull. Percy froze, as did Jason.

"What's the meaning of this Hephaestus?!" Luke demanded, "You said I could play with them and get my Percy back and away from that wretched Roman! What's the deal?!" Luke demanded, sounding a tad bit like a 2 year old having a tantrum.

The god sighed, "I demand you to stop, you must play, not kill the Roman! Now, before I do anything rash, Luke. For the love of Gaea–"Percy and Jason flinched slightly. Remembering those times on the Argo II and the quest in general that. . . Wasn't so happy.

Hephaestus paid no attention, and continued. "– obey. Or I might have an accidental slip about you to Thanos. You know, how you've escaped your death sentence!" The god bellowed.

Both Percy and Jason looked at Luke now. "You made me! You can't take me back! No one can! I am no longer attached to my soul!" Luke shouted at him, by now Jason's hand was reaching for Percy's.

Percy gladly took Jason's trembling hand, glancing at the teen.

Percy was panting, and sweating profusely. Meanwhile, Jason's breaths were jagged and sharp, his eyes having an alerted glint to them. His glance switching from Luke to Hephaestus then finally to Percy, tracking their every move.

"You promised me a new world! I will make this my world, no matter what I have to do!" Luke yelled, Hephaestus's eyes glowed red. Then faded to black, then to its normal mud brown.

It was pretty ironic (Hehe. Iron.), his eyes slightly resembled cooling, hot coals.

"Luke Castellan, you time? Your time is done." The god told him, staring at him with a hot, blazing, heck even fiery glare.

"My time?" Luke asked, laughing. "My time has just begun." He said darkly, Hephaestus looked at the son of Hermes in terror.

"You can't." He gasped, his hand inching toward a pocket in his oil covered smock. "Oh yes I can." Luke teased, his voice held a certain. . . Feel.

Jason couldn't help but feel nervous, and Percy's grip on his hand was bone-breaking. (Literally, he heard a few cracks!)

"Well, come on Percy, take my hand. Since I have no soul. Ha! That fool of a god!" Luke trailed off for a minute, then caught himself back up. "Were was I? Oh yeah! Since I have no soul, I am not linked to the underworld." Luke explained, Jason was getting slightly confused, but he still listened.

"Which means. My current crimes? They mean nothing! I am now the ruler of Tartarus! After all Hades promised me." Luke explained, Percy gave out a weak laugh.

"What are you laughing at, love?" Luke asked, his cruel voice forced out a romantic tone. Percy cringed, "Um, don't mind me." He muttered, Luke sighed. "Percy, if you'll be my prince, we have to be honest with each other!" Luke said, "As if you'd care who you take as your 'prince!' You probably have no clue what Percy's laughing at." Jason muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?" Luke asked Jason coldly. Jason froze, "Nothing. Nothing that'd you'd get through your peanut sized brain! Plu-Hades doesn't make promises!" Jason snapped, Hephaestus looked at them amused.

"Jason." Percy whispered, his hand in the boy's, gripping on it for dear life.

Luke's eyes gleamed, changing from its normal harsh winter blue color to a dark brown, almost like a wine red. He the groaned, clutching his head, and attempted to balance himself.

Hephaestus chuckled, "Seems my plan treated you well." He said, Jason was even more confused. "What'd you do to me?!" Luke screamed, teeth clentched.

His chest started to jolt violently, his skin peeling– revealing blood and moving gears– not the best combination in Jason's opinion, and his legs fell from under him.

Luke's body crashed into the ground, his arm gave a loud 'pop.' And Luke looked up, his eyes were now definitely a wine red, his pupils were black with golden, round, edges.

"Welcome." Luke's mouth moved as he said this, revealing nuts and bolts that had been breaking up into his gums. Leaving them blood and swollen. "Time to ha-ha-f-u-Per-Ja-ght." The voice said, glitch in gas Luke's eye twitched.

"What did you do to him?!" Percy had, uncontrollably, screamed. The god just smiled at him. "I let you meet Castellan, now meet the new Luke." He simply answered, glancing at– Jason guessed– 'Castellan's body.'

"But there's still a few bugs." He muttered to himself, and gave Luke's body a swift kick in the head. Percy gasped, Jason's arm was now aching, and Percy's grip didn't seem to want to loosen any time soon.

Sparks flew out of Castellan's right eye, making Percy cringe.

"P-ea-Sto-He- Ahh!" Castellan screamed, it took all Percy's self control not to scream his name and attack.

By now Jason's arm was throbbing, in some places there was even small cuts from Percy. Hephaestus gave out a chuckle, looking at them all. "Don't worry, you're in my play house now." Percy couldn't help but feel disturbed by the way Hephaestus referred to this situation as being in his play house.

Jason couldn't breath.

Hephaestus chuckled again. "Once again, let's continue our game." He said calmly, as if he wasn't an evil psycho path.

Hephaestus then opened his left hand, which was clenched shut, and revealed a small metal egg.

The eggs shook, cracks started to form from the top down.

"Marondlia egg." Jason whispered, Percy's body tensed.

A/n:
Hey guys!! Bridget here! So, quick question. . . How would you like if I made the last oneshot (Love Me More Than You Love Ice Skating) into a book? I really want to continue it, but I kind of just want it to be in one place. Like, I don't have to scroll through every one shot to find the last chapter. Cool? Cool.

-Bridget 🐙