Percy

Turns out the new torture was tether ball. That game where there was a single pole with a volleyball hanging from a string attached to the top of the pole. And the objective of the game was to get the string wrapped all the way around the pole your way while your opponent tried to hit the ball the opposite way. Yeah, well that game officially sucks because it's not fun when you're the ball.

They had chained my ankles and wrists together so I was curled up in a ball. Then they attached a silver chain to the chain connecting my cuffed limbs. The duo spent hours hitting me back and forth around the pole. I now had bruises every where and more broken bones than I could count. Somehow they had dislocated my right knee and it wasn't a pretty sight.

That was only half of the first day I had given the Olympians. Every six hours, the two would come up with something even more painful to convince me for their behalf. It was excruciating and created new pains that I didn't think I would ever have.

Near the end of the second day, they bound my arms like how a straight jacket would, albeit as painfully as they could, tied my thighs and ankles together, and gagged my mouth with the tongue of a dracaena. Then they threw me in the bladder of Tartarus, some kind of liquid miles deep, and watched me drown.

The middle of the third day was when I knew I couldn't resist any longer than my deadline. The torture had gradually grown worse since I had arrived and my captors were steadily increasing the violent actions against my body.

It was in the middle of one of my horrendous torture sessions when I felt the familiar souls of my rescuers. Six hours of each day I was left alone to recover from the sessions, half of that time I spent unconscious, the other half I worked with the Soul gem.

So far I had perfected telepathy, force blasts, the stealing of others abilities, and the reading of souls. I could now recognize any person by their soul if I had encountered them before. I had not yet practiced attacking souls because I would've been discovered, but I've managed to learn how to control and change my guard's souls.

A loud bang outside the room my tormentors and I were in interrupted my thoughts. The duo thrust their swords into me one more time before pulling them out, laughing at my weak muffled scream of agony. The gag still wet from the liquid of Tartarus' bladder a couple hours ago.

Another loud bang caused the scowls that erupted on my captors faces, encouraging them to be quicker in gathering their usual weapons for offense. I was too tired and in too much pain to move as they withdrew from my mutilated body. My vision swam as I lay on the brink of unconsciousness.

I closed my eyes for what I thought was a brief second, but realized was much longer than that because when I opened them, Loki was standing over me with a look I wasn't able to process at the moment. I could see unfathomable fury underlining the deepest part of his eyes, but I saw in his soul that his main concern was my overall wellbeing.

"Lo—ki." I managed to painfully croak to him, barely able to lift my right hand towards him.

My shoulder had long since popped out, and my forearm had been broken into tiny pieces, but I still managed to move my fingers towards my savior. My gasps grew quicker as I realized I was getting out of here and chocked a little when some liquid dropped down my throat along with some blood.

Loki's face was impassive, but his hands were gentle as he carefully removed the snake woman's tongue from my lips. Tracing the imprint it left behind on my face because of how tight it was. I moaned in pain as he accidentally touched my broken nose and shattered collarbone.

Loki was quick to stammer out apologies as he frantically searched for something. Too tired to use the gem at the moment, and saving as much energy as I could salvage I leaned back against where I lay and closed my eyes once more.

I came to when some foreign feeling was being tenderly forced onto my lower half. I gritted my teeth in pain, trying to stifle my hiss as my body was shifted into painful positions. I couldn't help it as I cried out when a particular part of my body was irritated. I haven't worn clothing since they burned me alive and threw me in the river of fire.

"Sto—stop," I pleaded,"It hurts."

"I'm sorry, Percy," Loki whispered,"I'm going to get you out of here, I promise."

"H-how?" I gasped as his movements stopped.

"I just need to get you to one of your family members," Loki said, observing my body,"Then one of them can transport you out of here."

I nodded faintly at him. The god was looking at his hands warily before putting them slightly under different parts of my body.

"This'll hurt." Loki warned.

Then he swiftly slid his arms under my body, supporting the the heaviest parts of my body. Which shouldn't be that heavy, I've been with Thanos for about three weeks in my time and I can't say how much I've eaten. I could probably count on two hands how may meals I've had in three weeks.

Within seconds, my face was decorated in tears as a whimper slipped past my lips. Pain was running over every piece of my body I could feel and it took everything I had not to scream bloody murder. Loki kept murmuring apologies, but I couldn't reply as I cried in silent distress.

I felt Loki's hand cradle my head to his chest as he ran towards the commotion. The bumpy ride made it even more painful as I tried not to pass out. I needed to get to my family before I lost consciousness because the Gem would be the only thing that got us away from Thanos and Tartarus.

I groaned as Loki jumped over a piece of the destroyed wall. My groan stopped the battle that raged moments ago. We had entered the clearing where my rescuers and tormentors have fought. Both sides turned to gaze at me momentarily freezing Loki, before he resumed sprinting to my father.

I reached towards him tiredly, ignoring the primordial in front of him. As soon as my fingers touched his, unknown strength surged throughout my body and the ring glowed a bit. Quickly, before I lost my newfound strength I reach out and grazed my fingers on the shoulder of my uncle who stood by my father.

Then I turned towards Thor and made a small sound in the back of my throat gesturing for him to come closer. He approached me without hesitation, abandoning Lady Artemis and Thanos. I grasped his wrist, meeting his eyes. Lastly, I looked up at Loki, touching his face tenderly. I turned back towards the frozen battle.

"Get behind me," I ordered my rescue team who complied confusedly,"Its my turn to reign hell."

***

Poseidon

I watched as my son lay in the Norse gods arms comfortably. He looked even worse than before. He was paler than Hades, his right foot was in the shape of a ball, his right knee dislocated at a gruesome angle. My son's left thigh had some bone sticking out of it, which his torso was covered in blood and bruises.

His right shoulder was looking a bit odd as his arm lay over his stomach seeming unconnected with the rest of his body. The right forearm of my boy was shaped liked a goose's neck, his left arm dangling from his body. The wrist was twisted from the usual position and every finger was bent at an abnormal angle, with the exception of the finger holding the glowing green ring.

The bruises on Percy's throats were even more prominent and his collar bone was not where it was supposed to be. His nose was smashed against his face, smearing blood. His lips were swollen with a river of red was rushing down a corner of his mouth. A deep cut was embedded from the top of his left eyebrow down over his eye stopping in the middle of his cheek.

My son was covered in this smelly liquid that drenched him from head to toe. He still had this layer of dirt and grime that seemed to be stuck to him like glue. Every part of skin that I could see was red and blistered. He only wore a pair of shorts that looked brand new, resting above his privates, but below his V line.

His hips looked odd, something was wrong with them, but I didn't dwell on it because every part of his body had a weird look to it. The deep scratches on his calves and biceps was proof. The terrifying imprint around his lips going around his head. The lack of burned skin from the mid neck up.

I felt unmeasurable anger as I viewed my son's physical condition. Unmistakable pride also emerged from my emotions for the strength of my son's will. The anger came back, I was going to destroy these pieces of body that called themselves powerful.

Before I could, my son claimed them as his to destroy, but his wish of contact confused me. Then suddenly, his eyes glowed with the piercing sea green eyes children of the sea were complemented with.

A blasting invisible force hit the two monsters, making them fly back into the wall. Ice wind around their wrists and ankles, bounding them to the slab. Shadows engulfed my family and the norse, spitting us out two hundred yards out from the area in perfect view of the building and it's owners.

I heard my son's tormenters scream in pain as I felt the liquid in their bodies leave them. Thanos disappeared, but Tartarus remained because of his power. I turned towards my son and saw his eyes flash with lightning and the ring glow once more.

Electricity exploded from my son, not effecting Loki who still held him, and hit the building so powerfully, it collapsed. As soon as the last piece of concrete hit the ground, the infinity stone dimmed and my son relaxed against the norse god who looked at him fondly.

His eyes rolled back into his head as he lost consciousness. The rest of us stood in silence as we got over the shock of my son's power. Slowly I approached Percy who lay slumped over and out a hand on Loki's shoulder transporting us out of hell.

***

Percy

My eyes opened again when I realized I had just been transported to Olympus. My father was stone faced, but I saw the worry in his eyes. A few more flashes later, Uncle Hades, Lady Artemis, and Thor arrived, covered in the dirt of hell.

The bright light burned my eyes, but the cool air welcomed me and filled my lungs. I let out an unsteady breath, relishing in the feeling of Earth. Alarmed voices were screaming, but I paid no attention because I was finally safe. I felt a gaze burning into my body, I found my father staring at me.

Suddenly I felt everything he was. Pain, sorrow, anger, longing, fury, sadness, but most of all, guilt. I stared back at him thinking, before realizing what I should've told him a long time ago, was the thing he needed to hear now.

I could feel all the pain get to me as my new strength faded and darkness danced on the edge of my vision. I focused solely on him, but when I spoke, I spoke to everyone in the room who knew that I was talking to them as well. I hacked up red, but managed a bloody smile.

"I forgive you." I whispered hoarsely to all before blackness took my vision, reaping my body of all the pain.

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