Tortured Warrior

Chapter 1

Percy's POV

I woke up with my face on the floor wondering where I was and what had happened. Then it all came back to me: Annabeth's death, my staged betrayal, and seeing Gaea run through by Athena's spear before succumbing to darkness. I slowly sat up and tried to cradle my injured arm only to realize that I was bound by big Celestial Bronze cuffs and links.

I looked around my area of confinement to see thick celestial bronze chains on my hands, feet, waist, and I could subtly feel the metal around my neck. I looked around further to see Apollo in the same position as me. Then had to close my eyes as the light from the gods flashing in almost burned them from my skull.

"What's going on here?!" I yelled at them and then I noticed the campers, Roman and Greek all watching me with frowns, "What did she tell you?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe that you got my daughter killed and were a traitor all along." Athena roared with tears in her eyes, and I remembered the last moments of Annabeth's death.

"I tried--You have to believe me when I say that I tried to save her!" I looked into Athena's eyes hoping to see understanding, but all I saw was seething rage.

"No, you were bound on your knees like you are now telling us of the things that you have done. That you staged this to happen and that you got my daughter involved with your schemes, even if you loved her. Now she is dead, dead because of you!" Athena pointed her finger accusingly at me and I looked at the floor in partial shame, partial regret at how that was partially true. I did get her killed, it was my fault for not being there to protect her when Gaea rose. I turned to me father who had the same look as the others, anger.

"Dad plea—"

"Dad?! No I am no father of yours, and you are no son of mine." Poseidon growled and then he chanted something, something I didn't even knew I could feel a worse fear over than death, "I Poseidon, Lord and God of the Oceans and Seas, disown Percy Jackson and strip him of his title as my son, my heritage, and his powers over water."

My world shattered. The combined forces of losing Annabeth, my father, my purpose, and my family were too much for my mind to bear. The only thing that I didn't feel change was my connection to my element, water. I hid it hoping that Poseidon wouldn't notice, and that everyone else wouldn't sense the absent lack of power I shouldn't had.

"Now what!?" I turned on the gods, "You've disowned me, you've cut me down, accused me of betrayal. Nothing else matters anymore, just kill me" I said, a small flare of hope that Zeus would and my suffering could end.

"We are going to kill you Percy, eventually, but first you need to be punished. Apollo can wait. Every demigod here is going to whip you ten times each and you will be forced to endure the pain through a curse." Zeus chanted for a few seconds, and I saw Apollo struggling to do something, but then it stopped, and I felt no fatigue or tiredness at all.

"This will keep you awake while the process is done, now begin!" I looked around and saw a Reyna grab a whip from a standing podium. Then I realized this was actually happening, and there where at least a hundred if not more demigods still alive and in this room.

The first crack was heard and I ground my teeth to not let out a scream as I felt the cloth and flesh of my back being torn open. For every strike the pain increased tenfold and the pain eventually reached to my bones. This process lasted for what felt like, and may have been hours. I had lost count after the first couple hundred or so.

Then it stopped and I looked up at Apollo to see him looking at the floor defeated and helpless. Then all of the Demigods that had lashed me were flashed back to wherever the gods had sent them to, and I was left behind, alone, and in-front of a council or war-angry gods that wanted revenge...Except for Hestia and Hades who weren't present. They were never given a seat among the councils free all.