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Of Wine And War	By : KiriNoTenshi Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 28996 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Oh wow you guys, I had no idea you'd miss me so much. Sorry for taking so long. (moving out of my dorm and going back home. Packing up again, and moving into an apartment. Blah, blah, blah) But now I have a little time to relax and crank out a chapter. So have you go. Enjoy.
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Almost as soon as the darkness of sleep set in, it began to fade away; which I’ve come to know means, ‘I had better pay attention because this dream might be important’. I took a look around to see if I could recognize were I was.

This place didn’t seem to have a lot of light except what was given off by the torches lit with Greek fire. What little light there was cast eerie shadows across the gray stone walls. The rocky floors looked damp and the whole place felt like a cave. A very familiar cave, one that I’d been to more than a few times: the Underworld.

If I remembered correctly I was somewhere near the fields of asphodel, right outside of Hades’ palace. Oh no, did this mean Dionysus killed me?! No, I’m sure I’d remember something like that. Wouldn’t I? My thoughts were interrupted when a transparent man, who was wearing a hard hat, walked right through me mumbling something about needing to fix a lose beam before it fell on some one. I guess since he couldn’t see me it meant that I was just dreaming.

“I cannot believe father sent me to this wretched place,” a voice said. It was coming from just up ahead were my view was obstructed by a rock out cropping. I knew this voice, and after what happened last time I’d met this person I wasn’t going to forget it any time soon. I knew that beyond that bend in the road was Ares. I ran up to rocky corner and peeked out to see what he was doing down here.

“And to top it all off he gave my toy to my drunk of a half-brother, Dionysus! I will get out of here, and when I do, Persus Jackson will rue the day he cros—”

“Ares! Less slacking off, more work,” came Hades’ voice from behind the palace wall. “Zeus sent you here as punishment. And believe me no one here wants to sit and listen to your hallow threats and empty promises about how you’re going to torment a demigod.”

Ares began to grumble under his breath as he glared back at the palace wall. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. I almost started to laugh harder when I saw Ares turn and start mixing cement. Ares doing manual labor, this was just too good.

“You could get it done faster if you did it this way,” came a cheerful voice. I looked over to the source and saw the titan Iapetus, or as I had renamed him Bob*.

“I don’t need your help mixing cement you idiot,” Ares seethed. Bob looked genuinely perplexed.

“Well then is there anything I could help you with,” Bob said as he gave a helpful smile.

Ares looked like he was about to snap at him again but he stopped himself as if an idea had worked its way into his thick head. He stood up straight and regarded Bob for a few seconds.

“Actually, now that I think about it,” Ares said glancing at the palace and then back at Bob. “Can you take over for me here? I need to …uh… go and use the little gods’ room for a moment.”

“Um… what?” Bob asked.

“The bathroom you imbecile!”

“Oh, ok” Bob said cheerfully as he took Ares’ place by the bucket of wet cement.

As Ares hurriedly walked down the road I left my hiding place and ran after him. I had to know what he was up to. I kept I fair amount of distance between us but not too much or I might lose him. He turned right along the path that led to the judgment pavilion. The souls that were waiting in the EZ Death line stepped aside to let him pass.

Ares made his way past the pavilion and headed straight for the fields of punishment, which isn’t a place that ranks high on my lists hang out spots. But if that’s where Ares was headed then that’s where I’d have to go.

He made his way through the gates and into the fields of punishment. And then started heading toward a very large hill, with a haggard looking man struggling to push a boulder up its side. The poor man was very close to the top of the hill by the time Ares reached the foot of it.

“Sisyphus!” Ares called out. “Come down here at once.”

“In a minute,” Sisyphus’s voice called back from the top of the hill. “I’m almost there. This time the boulder will stay put. I’m sure of it.”

“Old fool,” Ares muttered under his breath. Sure enough as soon as the rock had crested the top of the hill it began to roll right back down, dragging Sisyphus behind it, and finally coming to a stop at Ares’ feet.

“Blasted curse,” Sisyphus yelled as he stood up. When he made it to his feet he dusted himself off before turning to glare at Ares. “What do you want? Do you have any idea how long it takes to get that infernal rock all the way up there. It’s your fault it fell down this time. You broke my concentration!”

“Hard to believe they once called an old fool like you wise,” Ares said with a grin.

“Wise enough to trick Death,” Sisyphus boasted, proudly. “Put him in his own chains.”

“I know,” Ares said. “After all, I was the one sent to free Thanatos.”

Sisyphus blanched as recognition dawned on him. “Ares.”

“That’s right,” The war god said looking smug. “I have to say, battles aren’t much fun when no one’s able to die.”

“W-what is it you want, my lord?” Sisyphus asked as he backed away from Ares as far as his chain would let him.

“I want to know the location of some one,” Ares said slowly. “And I heard that you might be able to provide me with that information.”

“And why should I?” Sisyphus said, his fear replaced by anger. “You’re the one who threw me down here in the first place.”

“Well to be fair your little stunt was ruining my fun,” Ares said with a shrug. “But alright, if you tell me what I want to know I’ll see if I can shave a few years off of your sentence.”

Sisyphus considered this for a moment. “What is it you want to know, my lord?”

“I wish to know the location of Tityos,” Ares demanded.

“Tityos?!” Sisyphus looked shocked. “Whatever for?”

“That is none of you concern,” Ares said angrily. “Do you know where his is, or don’t you?”

“Um… Yes sir, uh… let’s see… last I heard he was cut open and spread out. Every day two vultures come and eat his liver, a lot like Prometheus actually. You gods aren’t very original with your punishments are you.”

“You are trying my patients,” Ares seethed. “Now, for the last time, WHERE IS HE?!”

“He’s further back in the fields my lord. Past Tantalus’s pool, and just left of Ixion’s spinning, burning wheel.”

“ Humm, Ixion… maybe I should stop by and say hello. After all, he is my son,” Ares said with a chuckle. If he had been paying attention he would have seen Sisyphus’s face go pale once again.

“I thought I had told you to get to work,” a dangerous voice growled out. Ares turned to face his enraged uncle.

“Lord Hades, I was simply looking for, uh, the bathroom and I –”

“You shouldn’t lie,” Hades said angrily. “You’re not smart enough to make it convincing.”

Ares stood there glaring at Hades, as if weighing his odds of winning a fight against the Lord of the Dead. Hades glared right back, daring the younger god to be dumb enough to challenge him in his domain. Neither of them noticed Sisyphus turn and start pushing his boulder hurriedly back up the hill. After a few tense moments Hades spoke.

“Of course, if you like the fields of punishment so much I could always just transfer you here,” Hades gestured to the burning pits and various tortured souls strung up on nightmarish devises that were scattered around us.

“That won’t be necessary,” Ares said, relenting.

“Then get back to work.” Ares didn’t need to be told twice as he hastily made his way back to the road. Hades stood there for a moment watching him leave.

“Oh and Sisyphus,” Hades called up the hill after him. “Ares doesn’t decide your punishment, I do. Your sentence was for eternity and it will continue as such.”

“Blasted, no good, son of a …” Sisyphus voice faded off as he reduced himself to mumbling under his breath.

“You know, if you had wanted to visit I could have sent Thanatos to escort you.” Hades turned his head to face me.

“You can see me?” I asked stunned. I thought I was in dream incognito.

“Of course I can see you, godling,” Hades said rolling his eyes. “I can perceive all forms of human consciousness. I believe my son has used dreams to communicate with you as well. But enough of this, it’s time for you to return.” Hades reached out a hand towards me, but I easily moved out of its way.

“I don’t want to go back,” I said. “I won’t go back.”

“You had your chance to die but you chose immortality instead,” Hades narrowed his gaze on me. “You have no place in my domain.”

“I didn’t realize what I chose when I made that choice,” I said pleadingly. “Please just let me stay here. I’ll eat the food, I’ll become one of your minions, just don’t make me go back to him. Please, I’ll do anything.”

“You’re not the first immortal to wish for death,” Hades eyes softened for a moment before returning to their usual cold gaze. “But you have been claimed by Lord Dionysus, and by his side you must stay. So, farewell, nephew, son of Poseidon, servant of Dionysus, and savior of Olympus.” And with that the vision faded as the sounds from the real world became clearer.

I slowly opened my eyes just enough to get a glimpse of my surroundings. I bolted upright, which proved to be a huge mistake as forgotten aches and pains made themselves known with a vengeance. I was still in Dionysus’s room.

“Finally awake I see.” Speak of the devil. “I guess it’s time for that talk.”

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*From The Demigod Files mini story 'The Sword of Hades'

Ok, well there you go guys. Love that you all seem to love this story so much. Till next chapter then.
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