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Flowers and Brimstone
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series and I'm not making any money here either.
Summary: Hades and Persephone have a baby, but they had to secret him away to the mortal world where he grew up believing he is human. He sees dead people. Plants talk to him. The meds do nothing but make him sneeze. But, one day, while visiting a garden shop with his folks, he falls face first into a situation that cracks the enchantment which cloaks him from the realm of myth. As if being the adopted son of a preacher man wasn't bad enough, now he's running from a snaked haired woman, a goat demon, and people with scary swords. Irreverence, Language, MM, OC, Violence
Chapter Two
A woman was seated on a throne carved from reddest ruby. She looked as if though she'd been sculpted from the purest of ice, seated on a blossoming rose. Her skin was so smooth and white, if sunlight were to dare touch her; she'd sparkle like fresh fallen snow. She was beautiful. So terribly beautiful, she couldn't possibly be real.
There was also a man beside her. His throne was much larger, for he was larger, and it was made from black onyx. He was incredibly handsome, but in a sinister, spooky way. He was pale as a corpse floating in water and his eyes were twin black holes that seemed to suck in all light around him.
He radiated power. Dark and frightening power.
He wore a simple golden band around his head, but the woman's was much more exquisite and inlaid with precious jewels. They both looked like one of the most powerful power couples in the universe.
"You have your daddy's curly hair," the woman spoke.
Her voice was the saddest sound he'd ever heard and the most beautiful. Her gentle smile could have shattered a small moon.
"And you have your sweet mother's breathtaking eyes," the man beside her said.
His voice was deep, like a grave or a pit. The kind of voice you don't want speaking to you in anger.
Christian wanted to ask them who they were. He wanted to know where he was, but he couldn't move a muscle or speak a single word.
They were both so beautiful and monstrous at the same time. He wanted to scream and hide. He wanted to cry and run to them.
The woman turned her face and looked at the man beside her. The man did the same, but it was she who lightly placed a shapely white hand over what Christian saw to be razor sharp talons the man had for a hand. The man looked slightly startled by the touch, but his infinitely dark eyes softened dramatically.
"We cannot," the man spoke. His voice was now softer than mushrooms glowing in the dark. "The time is not yet right, my queen."
The woman then sharply turned and looked at Christian. Her eyes were glowing as green as the first spring and looked wet with diamond tears. She was terrifying in her sorrow.
"Send him back now," she said, squeezing both her eyes shut as tightly as she could. It was as though looking at Christian wounded her something deeply. "Do it now before I scream his name and never let him go again!"
The man instantly looked like he wanted to comfort her, but he looked down at Christian with a face filled with unknowable grief.
/Who are you? Why am I here? Why do you both look so sad?/
Christian mentally gasped. The man was standing up and there were tears running down his pale cheeks.
His tears were red. Red as blood. Blood of the dead.
"Soon," the man spoke, suddenly giving him an insane grin. He'd seen that grin before. It had looked back at him in the mirror the day William had been killed. "Soon you will wake up and realize who you are…"
A force struck him. It was like being hit by a speeding comet with no license and flying while drunk.
He was sent backwards through those grand marble halls, out across a vast sea of molten anguish, and then up, up, up. Shadows flew passed him and the screams suddenly sounded far away.
"Hold still," a voice hissed at him. "Quit kicking like a hanged man. You're not a bag full of rabid kittens. So, stop it."
Someone was carrying him, but he could see nothing. It was so bright, he was blind.
"I'm going to plop you back in that pretty shell of yours and then I'm going to have myself a nice drink. A pretty drink. A pretty pink drink. Sparkly and bubbly with a glow stick in it. And no I won't choke on the stick. I'll tip someone else to do that for me. Quite funny really."
Suddenly Christian felt himself plummeting down, down, down.
"So long, gorgeous! I'll see you whenever, wherever!"
He was finally able to scream and he woke up with a start. Cool air was hitting him in the face and he could hear the noisy buzzing of a fan.
"Welcome back," a girl's voice said to him.
A second voice cut in rather sharply.
"If I was alive right now, I'd shit a brick and throw it at your face."
/Oh, William. You say the sexiest things./
And then he rolled over and threw up on a goat.
"Not my hooves!"
~OOOOO~
It was Annabeth who explained impossible things to him. Percy and Grover would cut in ever so often, filling in the crazy gaps with even more crazy.
They were all seated on the two beds, facing each other. William just stood next to Christian, nodding ever so often and saying things like, "Well that makes perfect sense. Remember the time you…and then you…and what about that time when you…and don't forget when you did that…oh, good times."
It went on like that for quite some time.
"I think you need to face facts, babe," William said to him after Percy hushed his head when Annabeth slapped his hand. "No human could pick up Jesus and use him the way you did back there."
"Or command plants like that either," Percy added. "You could be a son of Demeter or Dionysus."
/The Greek gods are real? Yeah, right./
"I know that look," Grover said, kicking his hooves for show. "This ain't no birth defect."
He looked to his right. Medusa's head was chilling out in the sink. He actually loved her Channel sunglasses. They'd look hot on him.
"Mom," he whispered. "Dad…"
Annabeth leaned forward and took both his hands in her smaller ones. "I'm sorry."
He looked down at his lap. He'd been abandoned by his biological parents as a baby, William had died and could no longer hold him, and now the only family he'd ever known was gone, too.
Murdered by a Greek myth.
"Babe?"
"We're on our way to the Underworld," Percy chimed in again. "Maybe…"
"My parents are in Heaven!" He shouted, jumping up, startling them all. "I don't want to hear this shit!"
"They died by Medusa's gaze," Annabeth softly told him, trying to calm him down. "They belong to Hades."
"Shut up!" Christian yelled at her and the pillow next to him burst into flames.
He yelped and jumped to his feet, nearly knocking over Grover. The satyr quickly shrugged off his jacket and began using it to put the fire out.
Eyes were really on him now. Wide, wide eyes.
"That's new," William said, biting his lower ghostly lip. "Well, newer."
"Do you see the color?" Annabeth asked.
Percy looked confused, but Grover nodded. "It doesn't want to be put out either," he said, beating at it with his jacket.
"What?" William asked. "What's wrong with the color?"
Annabeth looked from him to Christian. "That's hellfire."
Quiet. Utter quiet. Grover kept beating at it.
Christian pushed by them. "I need air."
"At least put the fire out first," Grover gasped, beating at it. "Or else this poor pillow will burn for the rest of time and what did it ever do to you? Keep your head nice and comfortable while you were out of it? Poor pillow. Poor, poor pillow."
Christian practically fled, but William was right there when he opened up the room door. "Get out of my way," he snapped at the shade. William looked so solid against the night sky beyond the balcony.
"You'll have to go through me," William said, putting his large hands on his hips.
Christian did just that. He walked right through him and then ran.
"Don't you walk through me! Get back here! Babe!"
"Throw it in the tub!" Percy shouted.
"Turn on the water!" Annabeth followed.
"Hot goat! Hot goat!"
~To Be Continued…
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