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Jason Grace woke up to a cold bed. That was the first red flag. He frowned, blinking the sleep from his eyes and fumbling for his glasses.
“Percy?” He called, voice deep and groggy, “Pers? You there, love?”
The silence that greeted him was cold, eery.
“Jackson, come on this is not funny.” He stepped into the kitchen, expecting to see a head of black curls pop up behind the counter and scare him.
What he found was worse. There on the kitchen counter, glinting against the grey morning light was a silver dagger, and underneath it, a note.
His blood turned to slush, the temperature of the room plummeting. His hands trembled as he picked up the paper.
hello my hero,
my, my it has been a while. we have a boy with gorgeous green eyes and the darlingest curls. i think he belongs to you. but that can change if you don’t hand over the key.
see you soon.
—C
Jason ripped the paper in half. And then flung the dagger across the room. It landed in the middle of the wall, inches from a framed picture of him and Percy. He would kill the motherfucker with that dagger. Would smile as he felt the blade go through skin and bone. He would slaughter him.
His fingers sparked, burned with the need to summon lightning, to harness electricity. He flexed them, rolling his neck, but kept the power inside. Let it simmer. The time would come to use it.
He stalked down the stairwell, slamming the door open hard enough to crack the wall. He didn’t notice, didn’t care.
“Where is he?”
Blue eyes dancing with fire locked onto a hooded figure standing on the opposite side of the street. With unnatural speed he moved towards them.
The figure chuckled.
But Jason was not in the mood to dance. This was not a game of tag.
He growled, grabbing the stranger by the throat and smashing them against the brick wall.
“Where the fuck is he?”
The stranger, who finally looks up, smiled, “You didn’t think it’d be this easy did you?”
“Cato.” He spat, “Of course. Ever the lackey aren’t you?”
The demigod gurgled, throat still caught in his grip, “You always were jealous.”
“Just fucking take me to him you son of a bitch.”
“Make me Grace,” And before he could blink Cato was slamming their elbow into his face and kicking their leg into his stomach.
Jason bowed over, gasping for breath.
“Stand up and fight Grace, these Greeks have made you weak.”
He didn’t bother to reply, instead pulling in lungfuls of air, feeling for the currents running through the air and under his feet.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Please,” Cato sniffed, “Your little lover boy was so easy to kidnap I could practically do it with my eyes closed.”
“Where is he?” He yelled.
“Walk with me.”
Before he could argue the demigod was slipping into the alley and jumping over a fence.
“What the fuck does Cor— he want anyway?”
“You asking me what your karus wants?”
His voice was hard, “He isn’t my anything.”
“Mhm yes I suppose since you have a new beaux now.” Brown eyes glinted, “It was great fun this morning. He is very pretty, although he did not take kindly to us threatening you.”
Jason sucked in a sharp breath, “You what?”
“Yes,” Cato mused, “He looked like he wanted to tie our organs together and feed them to a hell hound when we threatened to kill you if he didn’t come with us.”
He bared his teeth at the casualness in their tone, “I’m going to kill all of you.”
“You can try little one, but then you’ll never see your lover boy again.”
He had heard enough.
With a low, sadistic growl he summoned electricity from the power line above them. Watching as it crackled at his fingers, dancing from one tip to the next. He looked at his escort, smiled coldly and threw it straight into the demigod’s gaping mouth.
Cato didn’t have time to blink before their insides turned to ash. Jason left them burning from the within and prowled down the streets. He could hear Percy’s voice like a soft caress at his ear.
I am here, my love. I am with you. They will suffer, drown, burn for ripping us apart. We will decimate them for what they have done.
He would find his boyfriend himself. And then he would make bonfires of their bodies for ever thinking they could take his love.
It didn’t take long. The instincts Lupa had taught him to use, lead him to a warehouse on an abandoned street. Power thrummed under his skin, rolling through his core.
He knocked at the door, holding in a laugh when the slot opened to reveal pale blue eyes and a freckled nose.
“I’m here for collection.”
The bolt clicked and he slammed into the door.
“Where is he?”
The girl, with her wine red hair and full leather outfit, pointed to the stairs with a sickly sweet smile, “He’s been waiting for you.”
“I should have killed you when I got the chance.” He gave her a feral grin and ripped the air from her lungs.
Her mouth opened in a silent gasp before she crumpled to the ground, clawing at her throat desperately enough to draw blood.
He bounded up the stairs and flung open the door. Three more demigods were waiting.
“GIVE HIM TO ME!”
“I see your time away has ruined your manners.”
Oh they wanted to play. Fine. He would play. He set his sights on the one in the middle, who was swinging a sword between strong, supple fingers.
“So we meet again Grace.”
Jason didn’t bother to respond. Instead he grabbed hold of all the delightful currents running underneath the demigod’s smooth swarthy skin— the currents that controlled every part of the body; that make the brain fire and the spine work. He grabbed ahold of those little sparks of electricity and pulled them out like a sick handkerchief party trick.
The demigod screamed, collapsing in parts as their feet then legs then arms then body stopped responding. There was only hate in their eyes when they finally stopped moving.
He turned to the other two, savagery glittering in his own eyes.
“Who’s next?”
“I think you are?”
He felt a stab in his neck, and then nauseating dizziness. He screamed as he crashed to the floor. The world went dark.