Assassin of Worlds {Percy Jackson Fanfiction} 🗸

Chapter 33 - Father-Son Bonding

Prophecy: 

Order rises from its chains,

End cannot be restrained,

Heroes of the past face ancient evil,

The cost of life shall stop upheaval.

Allies will be unmasked,

And Death will be tasked.

Previously

Anybody, except Theron. He still stood watching as the fading began to climb up the Titan's stomach, then his chest and then his arms. "Where you are going, you will not bother anybody. When I first figured out that I could do this, I promised myself I would never use it on anybody. Yet here I am, another promise I couldn't keep."

Oceanus wailed as the fading reached his neck. His mouth, nose, eyes soon followed. He was gone. Oceanus was no more, faded away like a speck of dust in the wind. The only thing left behind was a small, blue-green pearl.

A trophy.

The only reminder that Oceanus had ever been on this planet. 

Now

Theron knew one thing as the fighting around him slowed to a stop; He had lost control. He had faded an immortal, a Titan, to be more precise. And now, he was facing his actions. The person who had taught him this had been a friend. He had made Theron promise to only use it for good, if not at all. And he had just broken that promise. His friend, Wyliame, had told him everything he knew about the fade spell or its official name,  Delerortis Felia. The spell translated from the Aeshmi language, a now-extinct species known for their wrath and uncontrollable rage. He had told him its origin, when it was first used, and what it felt like. He had described as numbing. A slow, cold numbing that traveled throughout the body until there was nothing left. Theron thought that that was a mercy. A painless death. But Wyliame cursed at him for it. 

Would you want to die, feeling your body slowly disappear?  Wyliame had said. Would you want to die, feeling your body no longer under your control, knowing you are about to be banished to a place worse than Hades's greatest punishments, or Tartarus's deepest pits?

And he had lost control. He had done exactly that to a Titan.

Theron stared at the pearl, the trophy. He could take it, boast about it to the rest of the world. He could sell it. He knew quite a few places that would buy highly for the Titan of the Sea's immortal essence. He could destroy it, destroy the only thing that kept Oceanus's name on Earth.

"What the Hades was that?!" a voice behind him exclaimed. He turned. Jason stood behind him, pale as a ghost, looking at the pearl that glimmered in the sunlight, taunting them. 

Theron remained quiet as he turned back to the pearl that jeered at him, wishing to be examined and mulled over. The blue-green pearl was extraordinary, it shined with a glassy blue and emerald color. Such a beautiful piece of art was bound to be collected.

"Where's Oceanus?" he heard Jason ask him. Had nobody seen the Titan fade?

"Gone," Theron responded, walking over to the pearl and keeling down. "Faded. Dead forever."

"Did. . .did you do that?" the son of Jupiter questioned him quietly. He heard him flip his coin, his Imperial Gold Sword now pocketed. 

Theron said nothing, confirming Jason's suspicions. The Commander reached down and picked up the pearl. It was about the size of a quarter. Such beauty.