#asinnerscurse

[istoleapolloscattle]

Death||asinnerscurse||Drabble

Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.

OutOfMail: This will take place in The Last Olympian. I'm a bit rusty at the time line, so pardon for any wrongwritings. >.<

So, he was mad at Annabeth for not giving his son a second chance. Hermes glared down at the vision before him as he fought the most annoying yet powerful Titan ever existed, Typhon. A little swat there, a little of returned mails on his head... But to be honest, he wasn't helping much. But since he wore the flight suit and had transformed his phone as a caduceus, he must. And while he turned his weapon to laser mode, he mused back to what just happened before.

Annabeth had that one choice, only one choice. Luke had come under the flag of truce, begging at her but she coldly pushed him away. The boy could be safe. He could have the life back, despite what Hermes saw in May's vision. Even though most people won't believe this, but the choice is in their hands, not the Fates. Either they accept it or not, that was entirely their decision. But no. The messenger god sneered as he swatted Typhon's hand with his laser. Fate decided to strike in and be cruel.

After what it seemed to be forever, the hotshot Percy Jackson succeeded at his plans, which was making Zeus mad. Hermes didn't blame the big guy; he was just too stubborn to realize which one was right. Athena did the right thing, but the Lord of The Sky was a bit... what's the word? Hardheaded? But now comes the rough part; facing the truth.

Hermes wanted to cry; he wanted to beg to the Fates to let him live. Luke had so much inside; his abilities, his ideas, his brain... Everything. The god loved him very much. But now he had to watch him die, slowly and painfully. As Luke was still consumed by Kronos, Hermes yearned to interfere, to protect his dear son. But the truth of being a god kicked in; he couldn't. So when Luke finally come to his senses, all Hermes could do was screamed, inside and out, tears dripping from his eyes like a waterfall. His hands trembling and he gasped for air, even though he didn't physically need one.

The god must agree that he neglected his kids sometimes, but why Luke? Why his kid? Why not that Jackson, why not Annabeth, why not the others? He was one of the most caring god ever existed. He helped mortals and immortals alike, quite frequently even. Hermes trembled when Luke was tilting on the line of life, asking Annabeth if he ever loved him.

Oh, Luke... my dear son...

But Annabeth refused, of course. And with that, Luke's life come to an end, staring blankly at the sky. Hermes scurried to the Underworld, only to find Luke's soul to be brought some place else. Some place he deserved to be in; Elysium.

The last of his tears were wiped, replaced by a bittersweet smile. "I love you, my son." He whispered as he stepped back, ready to celebrate the son of Poseidon's triumph with an aching heart.

"I will always love you."

[theodorefreakinfinley]

Bad Dream||Drabble||asinnerscurse

Bad Dream: I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.

OutOfWine: It would be extremely bad, so I rather put in under read more. >.<

The son of Dionysus tried to think hard and long about it. No. Maybe his mind decided not to cooperate yet again, or he was simply didn't know what he was doing here in the first place, but Theo had no clue as to why he was here. Did Hades called him for some reason? Or was it really a mission?

But his feet took him to a chasm; a large cut on the ground which oozed an ancient power, even more ancient than the gods themselves. Theo whimpered inside, but he managed to step forwards and look. What he saw... was just simply horrid and awful.

A blonde boy, tied up and gagged with fire all around him, but his eyes still blazing and shot at Theo, practically crying for help. He didn't recognize him, but the son of Dionysus knew he was Luke, who was everyone in Camp talked about. Theo couldn't make out the shadows, but he got an inkling it was monsters, slowly consuming the traitor, body and soul.

First they started with his limbs, melting his skin and prodding his insides. Theo was about to hurl. The sight was unbearable to even glanced at, but something forced him to keep looking. Then they spew fire upon his bones, and even when it happened Luke still managed to scream. It was piercing through the howling sounds of the monsters, making Theo gasped for air. And when the late son of Hermes' eyes were about to pop, the son of Dionysus woke up, shivering in fear.

So much for a good night's sleep. Theo spent the night staring at the ceiling, wondering if that was Luke's fate down there in the Underworld. He hoped not. He didn't deserve such punishment, after all.

[theodorefreakinfinley]

{Theo: Bad Dream: I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa. Hermes: Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.}

OutOfWine/OutOfMail: Okay, will do them today! ^^

[istoleapolloscattle]

"Of course." Luke nodded when he saw that his dad was glaring at Hades' temple. "I'll let you get back to work." The blonde turned on his heel and started to walk away.

Hermes widened his eyes when Luke paced from him, and poofed in front of him for a little bit. “Wait.” He murmured, then gave him a brief hug. “I love you, son. Whether you are living or not… Please remember that.” He smiled genuinely, though his eyes were still sad. “My champion.” He whispered gently, then quickly ran towards Hades’ palace, waving to the boy behind him.

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Luke bit down on his lip harder, accidently drawing blood as he thought over his father's words. "I wish there was a sure fire way to know that what you're saying is true."

“Whoa, watch it there.” Hermes plastered a concerned face when he saw a little blood trickled from his late son’s lips. “Oh, son… I wish it too. Sadly, proof is a vapor in this case. It’s just something you should believe in.” He said it with a raspy voice, while his eyes glaring at Hades’ castle. “Speaking of which… I think I should go.”

[istoleapolloscattle]

"You're probably right, but knowing my luck I'd most likely end up making the same mistake."" Luke bit his lip with a conflicted look in his eyes.

The messenger god sighed desperately, looking to Luke’s brilliant eyes with a sad stare. “No you won’t.” He insisted, gritting his teeth as he put his cap back on again. “Fate is something you choose on your own. I know Apollo might kick me after I said so, since he is responsible for the oracle… but even prophecies has double meaning.” And it did, from time to time. “It’s all about what you want, using your basic knowledge to some extent so you could decide what’s best for you. Not about us. It’s about you.”

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"It's okay, I guess." Luke shrugged again, looking away from his dad with wistful look in his ice blue eyes. "Even though there's nothing to do here." He added quietly.

“What? But look around you!” Hermes gestured to the friendly neighborhood, the peaceful housings and the trimmed lawn. “Elysium is lovely! If you can imagine it, you can do it. Well… sure… not everything…” Hermes back to his glum mood, knew that real life would be so much better than now. “Well that’s why you should try second life, son. Then you would be back, living again.”

[istoleapolloscattle]

"I know you're trying your best, but random visits isn't going to change anything." Luke shook his head with a sad smile.

Hermes blinked innocently, plastering  his signature crooked smile. “I know. But like I said, I’m just trying my best. The best a god can do without interfering too much.” Then his expression turned glum. Zeus and his rules. And to be honest, there’s rules that was even deeper, something none of the immortals should ever interfere. “But you do like it here?” He asked, trying to change the subject. “I can see Elysium do some good in you.”