What if the seven fell into tartarus together?
How it happens isn’t too important (maybe the Argo II got caught up in Arachne’s web as well or something)
But somehow they all land up tumbling into Tartarus.
First, logistics: this would mean Nico and Reyna (and maybe even the hunters) would have to open the doors from the other side.
But second: what would it have been like for the seven most powerful demigods to be stuck in the literal embodiment of fear?
All the curses they would have had to endure?
Especially Percy, Jason and Annabeth who have been known demigods for an awfully long time and their names drip from the mouth of monsters like acid.
All of them having to drink fire, and Leo finally experiences the sheer pain of getting burnt. Like a thousand claws dragging down your oesophagus.
Them watching Percy’s eyes turn the darkest shade of green to ever exist, as he makes the goddess of misery miserable. And then to follow his lead, because if Percy can do it, they can too.
Jason and Percy creating a storm inside every monster they pass by blood bending, by using the ions in blood to charge the air. Gods it’s so terrifying you cannot help but cry.
Piper and Annabeth are so scared, but Hazel understands that sometimes the good guys needs to be evil too. Hades! She had been evil once, hadn’t she?
Hazel who somehow figures out how to make gems appear in every orifice of a creature and effectively rips them apart from the inside out.
Leo who’s hands shake so much they become a weapon of their own. Catching fire at the most inopportune moments. Fire does nothing in hell. The monsters are used to heat 1000 times worse.
Leo who gathers the debri left behind after their battles and tries to make something: a weapon, a vehicle, anything that will get them out faster. He is only successful once a day, but it is better than nothing.
Frank is scared, not of his friends who have become so dark the night sky glitters in their eyes. No he is scared for them. He cannot transform in Tartarus. Not because he has lost the ability but because animals do nothing against the creatures that scour the plains. So instead he must use Leo’s weapons or lug the newest mode of transportation.
He cannot protect his friends, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. The amount of scars, burns and bruises littered across him makes his entire body look like an open wound. Hazel begs him to stop jumping in front of them. He doesn’t listen.
Piper has never used her beloved sword as much as she did in tartarus. She doesn’t like weapons, she prefers to use her charmspeak. She prefers to seduce the monsters into dying. But there’s too much noise and the blood rushing through her head doesn’t quiet unless she’s in Jason’s arms. She doesn’t spend more than a couple hours a day in his embrace.
Tears constantly stream down her face, blurring her iris coloured eyes and giving her constant headaches. The crying gives her an innocent look and monsters hesitate to kill her. She uses this hesitation. She doesn’t stop swinging until everything in her path is obliterated. There’s not enough ambrosia in the world to stop the ache in her chest. She is terrified of what she might turn into.
And Annabeth, who doesn’t have it in her to give into the dark side, watches in abject horror as her friends slowly succumb. Her pride will keep her from falling but it means she is weak. Her dagger has fallen as many times as she’s been cursed and many more times still. She is constantly by Percy’s side. As protection for him and from him.
Annabeth who helps Leo when her dagger dissapears and she cannot go near Percy for fear of him not recognizing her. It happened once while him and Jason were making contortionists out of a group of centaurs. She has never cried so hard in her life.
And Percy, gods Percy. Who is manic and unbridled. Who does not stop moving for even a second. Who volunteers to be lookout every day, and who paces the rivers while he waits for the others to rest. He doesn’t even know the meaning of that word anymore.
Percy who manages to drag Leo into helping him create a hurricane of fire and stood there watching as the hydra burned to dust. Not even tartarus will revive it. Flames dance in Percy’s eyes. They don’t go out for many days.
Jason who was afraid of Percy when he first blood-bends, but now happily follows his friend. The amount of electric charge in tartarus is rivaled only by that of his father’s aura. Jason twitches with lightning. Nobody can touch him for hours after their battle has ended. Percy and him laugh in unison as they watch monsters crumble.
Piper didn’t know blue could be so dark till she saw the look in Jason’s eyes.
The most feared thing is not Tartarus, it is those seven demigods from the prophecy.
Do not go near them. You will not survive to see another rebirth.
Monsters whisper to each other. This is the warning that attaches itself to the group of halfbloods.
They get to the gates early. Bob walks out with them.
Not even the Olympians can stop them.
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