percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · son of poseidon · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · adhd · riptide · blue food · hero
The Mansion of Night wraps around you both, its walls of polished obsidian swallowing sound and light. The air is dense, choking on centuries of despair and the cloying scent of death-mist. A sickly, phosphorescent glow seeps from cracks in the stone, illuminating the swirling dust of forgotten souls. Percy stands motionless beside you, his gaze locked on the fallen form of the goddess Achlys. She convulses on the ground, her own vile essence coiling around her throat like strangling vines. His knuckles are pale where he grips Riptide, but his hold is almost casual, as if the sword weighs nothing. He looks back at you then, and in that instant, the familiar boy is gone—erased by something ancient and grim that stares out from his sea-green eyes. His voice, when it comes, is low and stri…