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Percy swipes his hand across his pants, ridding himself of the blood dripping down his fingers. These unfortunate souls had been squealers and while he usually preferred the beggers, he was amused nonetheless. The dust finally settles and he can see the delightful destruction that surrounds him.
He’s not sure he’ll ever get tired of it. The bloodlust. The carnage. The deathly quiet that surrounds him after a battle. He slowly steps down from the concrete platform and picks his way over bodies and rubble. A soft rustle sounds from behind him and he freezes. Dead people don’t move. Taking a deep breath, filling up his lungs, he turns around. His faces morphs into something wicked, sinful, evil.
“Hello,” He smiles at the twitching hand, trailing it till he sees a face.
The person makes a strangled noise and he wants to laugh. Their face is distorted with pain, dust and debris like glitter in their hair and a broken leg, bone sticking out like a stake.
He hunches down till he can see their dark brown eyes and the little scar through their eyebrow. “You’re in pain.” It’s not a question but they attempt to nod anyway.
He brushes the back of his hand across their cheeks and hides a grin at the hot tears.
“Please,” They gasp, “Please help me.”
He chuckles low and throaty, “Did I not do this to you?”
A sob wracks their body, “Please. I have a family. Friends who are counting on me.”
He barks out a laugh and it sounds like crunching gravel in the quiet dusk.
“You don’t understand. My girlfriend is waiting for me. My mom—” They break off wincing. He realizes at least one, if not two of their ribs are broken.
“We can do this quickly,” He shrugs, “Or, my personal favourite, we can drag it out.” He rolls the words over his tongue.
“Please. Have you no mercy?” They cry.
“I did once,” He smiles, and it is the memories of war that make his green eyes glow. “But when you are given no mercy, you run out of any to give.”
They whimper, lips trembling, head shaking as if their body is rejecting their fate.
“So,” He grins, looks at the cotton candy sky. His husk of a heart clenches with longing. “Have you decided how you want to do this?”
“I think,” A laughing voice from behind them says, “We should do it quickly so you and i can get out of here.”
He freezes at that voice, those words. It can’t be. He doesn’t want to turn around in case it’s not real. He doesn’t want that disappointment.
“Not even a ‘hello,’ Jackson?”
Percy’s entire body goes slack. And then he’s whipping around and slamming straight into a hard warm body. “You’re here.” He chokes. He presses himself further into those hard plains, runs his fingers over expanding ribs. The smell of storms and life surrounds him and he wants to live in this embrace.
“Why are you here? I thought you were on the otherside of….”
Jason Grace pulls back to pin his lightning blue eyes on Percy, “I was done early. I wanted to see you.”
“I missed you so much.” He holds in the tears threatening to erupt.
“I missed you more.” The blonde gives a soft smile, brushing his thumb across an angular jaw.
A strangled noise interrupts their moment and Percy decides that infernal human will die for it. Painfully. Before anyone can blink he is stepping out of Jason’s embrace and standing over the dying body. He dances his fingers in the air and watches as their limbs bend. Their cries ring like music in his ears.
“I was going to let you go easily.” He sighs, “But then you interrupted us.” He cracks their arm in half and they scream so loud it rings in his head.
“Please!”
“Should have thought about this before distracting me from my love.”
“PLEASE!”
He cracks another bone and let’s the blood flow from the pierced skin in a wave. It is dark and rich and floats over their body like a maroon blanket of death.
“Percy,” Jason breathes. And he looks over to see blue eyes as dark as sapphires, lust crackling like lightning in them.
“You are sick.” He laughs and there is seduction wrapping around his throat.
“Please hurry up so we can go.” The blonde’s voice is nothing but whispers and temptation.
He turns back to his victim, “His wish is my command.”
And with a grin that ruins light the Son of Poseidon slams the body into the earth and ends their long lasting suffering.
“Are you ready my love?”
Percy intertwines their fingers, skin the colour of earth and gold pressing into each other. “Take me to the stars Jase.”
So Jason wraps his arms around him and pushes of the ground into the night sky.
They fly past the levelled village and the dying fires caused by raucous, terrified people. The Son of Jupiter sticks his hand out as they go over and the wind snuffs out the embers. The last light that proved a civilization once stood there. Percy feels no remorse. He doesn’t owe anyone a reason for the destruction he inflicts. Because the world did not give him one when it destroyed him.
“I am here.” The arm wrapped around him gives a reassuring squeeze.
“I know.” He nuzzles into a golden neck.
“You got into your head again.” He can hear the frown, the worry.
“How do you always know?” There is no-one else, no other being on earth that he loves more than Jason Grace. That he trusts more. No-one else he’d live for.
“I can feel your heart against mine.” The blonde says, shrugging his shoulders.
“And how do you know it wasn’t your heart?” He is teasing.
Jason answers seriously anyway, “Because when I am with you my heart beats as steadily as the rain.” A smile blooms soft and true on his beautiful face.
Every nerve in Percy’s body sets itself on fire. He is the unwavering granite of the earth, and the encompassing air, and the rush of water, and he is fire. “I have fought wars, brought gods to their knees, leveled cities yet my greatest achievement is making you smile.”
The blonde doesn’t say anything as they fly across the world, amongst the stars, to the moon. And then they’re going down towards a little island. Before he can blink he is sinking into the sand. Jason releases him slightly so they’re staring into each other. He cups his cheeks and presses their foreheads together.
“I love you Percy Jackson. I love your darkness. I love your eyes. I love your smile. And most importantly I love your heart.”
Percy cannot breathe, cannot form words, doesn’t know what language is. When he first became this monster the Son of Jupiter had reveled in his corruption, stared at him with awe, pulled him close and said “Show me again.”
They had demolished worlds, had torn gods apart till the rivers were gold, had made symphonies out of screams but it was this, this softness that made him weak.
“You are my light in the darkness.” The Son of Poseidon whispers.
And when their lips meet universes come alive. And shadows dance in the night.