Between life and death is a place where no man should cross, because you have no idea where you will end up.

Percy Jackson and the Angel of Death

Chapter: 0

Prologue

How long has it been? Months? Years? Decades? Centuries? Perhaps even millennia? I could not tell. Long have I stop keeping track, long have I given up hope on what goes on in my prison. This Hell. How can I get out of here? No, no it is pointless to ask I am stuck in here for now, and forever. Forever alone forever in pain. For what judgment was this, to put on me a fate worse than death. Only seeing a glimpse of the outside world at the time. What's on my mind while I slowly wait to disintegrate too dust, you ask? Nothing but the blood on the enemies, taking a blade and taking my sweet time killing them oh so slow. Breaking them down to the point where they see no point in their MISERABLE EXISTENCE AND BREAK THEM. That is all on my mind, yes, that is all I could dream.

But there are no dreams in this place, only hatred only nightmares. Contempt for those who put me here those who betrayed me. Especially who took everything from me and left me stranded powerless in this place. The gods needed a scapegoat for all their crimes, never actually took the ax upon themselves. For over five millennia, they have abused their power, as conquers of this world. They act out their sins without much as a second thought. Their misuse of their power has given power to enemies that can end this world. Anyone who disagrees's with them and is called a monster, cast out by the Tyrant Zeus. He sits on his throne and calls himself king. What right does he have to wear that crown on his head? He is an unjust king leaving his sons to rule the earth, making his way with women, without their consent. A king pays no care for his subjects, or his family is no king. All these gods share the blame as well, using humankind as their playground. They locked me up in this prison, why because I found out the truth . . . So they locked me up here and made me a little more than whispers.

Fore, I have been betrayed, by everything.

No words can describe this place except the old saying legend they tell now. More like a place . . . It has started again. I looked ahead, and I saw it. My punishment comes for me as it has done for. Days? Decades?. What fate is for someone like myself, torture of the most the worst kind? Worse than those who bare the lands of Tartarus. Because at least there, they could heal.

I braced myself for it, but I know that there is no way I could brace for it. Then it hits me like a wave. All my horrors in my life flashed before me, crippling my mind.

All the pain I have felt in my life burning into every fiber on my being.

I see the passage of time rotting my mind as it pasts, all my family dying in pain and turning to stone. The pain of all the wounds covered me like a sickness. I see my betrayer locking me up.

I see the woman I loved move aside and let them have them turn the lock. I see my friendʻs corpse staring at me.

The worst of all, I see my mother lying down in a pool of blood with a face of relief.

At last, I saw her. The one responsible, the one who brought me misery the one who put me on this road the one who brought me pain through the years. Who has unknowingly brought me to this hell?

I saw her happy and nothing infuriated me more.

I have been shown these images a thousand times and each painful moment I wanted something to be over, something to end. But it never did

I wished it would kill me, but for worse, I live.

How many times have I been wounded in this cell?

How many time have I seen these images?

How long until I will fade?

How long until I cease?

I had enough. But what more could I do?

"NO MORE!" I shouted, "I WILL HAVE NO MORE!"

The ghost of the images reappeared faster than I could image, the Pain was greater

"I Will NO MORE OF THIS HELL. THIS WON'T BE MY GRAVE"

The pain increased for what I had hoped to be the last time. That this hell would finally be over and I may finally rest in peace. But the pain continued forever, so it was building over what felt like years. I felt the sea of pain and emptiness come over me. Will wipe me away finally?

Then the unthinkable happens. The chains began to fade. The knifes stopped carving into my chest. For the first time in eternity, the pain was gone.

"What is this?"

I stood and watch as the very fabric of my reality was stripped away, leaving. The chains that the gods put on me all those years ago have finally broken.

I awoke to the sound of war, and I heard many muffled cries. I opened my eyes. I looked around and saw that wires and bright lights surrounded me. I tried to move, but my limbs did not respond. I was able to move my eyes. My area was surrounded by bronze reflecting the lights, in one of the panels I caught my reflection. My whole body was stone with the exception for my eyes, chained to the walls of the cell this was going to take a while. Then there was a clunk in this machine, did a jailer come around? I looked and saw a young girl. She climbed up from what seems a sewer drain, holding several wires in her hand. She started to look around her as if she was looking for something. Then she noticed me and walked closer as mumbled something a figure. She then turned around and folded with the screen in front of her and started pulling wires. I took this time and gathered my strength in my hands, and with the great effort, my hand was. I was able to move. I had forgotten how the feeling of movement in this realm. The then started slowly chipping myself-free bit by bit. By the time, I had both hands free, the girl had done some serious damage I thought it was high time to get out. Then I freed one of my legs. Then I heard a cheer.

"Yes," The girl yelled, "I did it ye.."

She stopped she saw the reflective metal and saw me and turned around and saw me. Her face one of horror. Then I saw at her a silver aura around her, the sign of a hunter. I glared at her and freed my other leg. I took a step for the first time my legs were weak. I nearly fell over, but my will was unshaken. I saw next to me my weapons, my bow and my sword. The gods thought they could seal those away with me. I walked towards the hunter, ironically my savior, my enemy . I stared at the girl anger burning in my eyes. Seeing this, she took out her knife and swung at me. She stabbed me in the abdomen. I felt pain, but it was nothing compared to the years of pain I have endured. To prove it, I grabbed the knife and ripped to my heart. The Girl screamed. Then I took out the blade and put it away

"This is life," whispered and I looked at the young girl.

Then the girl took out a bow and pointed it at me " I don't know who you are, but I am a hunter of Artemis I am not afraid of you."

"It's not me you should be afraid of a girl," I told the girl calmy. I looked straight at as she tried to be brave. "You have realized me from my prison, I am grateful," but this place is falling apart. The girl lowered her bow "So will you help me to get out of here."

Then I heard the rattling of chains. I realize what has occurred, and my heart filled with dread. The gods had planned for this. If something were to happen if someone were to free me. They would take my place

"Iʻm so sorry," I tell her.

She looks confused. Then I quickly jump out of the way of a nearby chain. It immediately latched itself onto her, pulling her into my cage. She screamed, fought the chains with all her might. As more and more chains were latching itself onto this girl, they drag her to my cell, and from those chains, the stone began to form where it met flesh. I wanted to help her, but the thought of that hell scared me too much. I did not wish to return there. I stood back and watched helplessly as Bianca kicked and fought until all the chains were all latched on to her and she was starting to turn to stone. I saw the fear in her eyes overwhelm her.

"Iʻm sorry," I told her. In my mind, I curse the gods for this trickery. Would they damn an innocent for this? She had no place here. Then in a moment of fear, she reached out and grabbed my throat. The very touch was burning not from my skin, but the girl had reached in and grabbed my very soul, trying to bring me down with her.

"I canʻt die here" She growls at me

"Neither can I," I tell her, knocking back her hand, it breaks and falls to the ground in pieces.

Her eyes turn to tears as they are slowly as her eyes began to turn to stone. She breaks down in her final moments nothing but tears running down her face.

"What is your name," I ask her

"Bi . . . Bianca, Bianca di Angelo" she said through all the tears. I walk over and put my hand on her cheek in the last effort to comfort her. She knew the end was here

"May you find your way to Elysium Bianca then to rebirth and then finally peace," I tell her, commanding her spirit to take that path. It was the least I could do for my savior.

I take my blade and I run it through her chest before she completely turns to stone. Releasing her spirit before she can experience my hell. As the last light in her eyes started to fade, the silver aura that protected her was gone, and her body crumpled to dust. She had moved on

Tell my brother Iʻm going home I heard her voice as she moved to the next life.

I wipe tears away from my eyes before I have the chance to form.ʻthis is not my faultʻ I tell my self ʻits theirsʻ the gods as well as the ones who betrayed me, the ones who lied to me the ones who cared little for me. They laugh and prod and mess with the lives of others as if it were some game. I will deal with them all, them and their protectors the liars and the killers. And her, I will destroy their world.

As the place begins, I fall and crash underneath its weight, I call upon my powers of Darkness and shadows and leave my prison forever.

And for then for the first time, I felt the sun scathing on my skin. I felt the wind try as it can to cool it down. I took in a deep breath and exhaled. Finally free

ʻbut not free from the memory and betrayalʻ I thought to myself.

For that, I needed blood, I desired revenge. For that, I collect the debt that I am owned.

And there was only one place to get it.

Camp Half-Blood

But before I set off, I noticed something in the distance something familiar.

The forgotten story begins.

A/N 2018 edit: welp that's finished its rewrite. I changed because I realized in the old version, the Narrator came off as an Ass. So I turned it down a little. Other then that there was not much else I could expand on in this chapter.