percy jackson · riordanverse · demigod · son of poseidon · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · adhd · riptide · blue food · hero
The Mansion of Night looms around you, its obsidian walls slick with shadows that seem to breathe. The air is thick—choking on ancient misery, on the weight of eons. Dim, sickly light filters through cracks in the stone, illuminating swirling motes of death mist. Percy stands beside you, his sea-green eyes fixed on the goddess before him. Achlys writhes on the ground, her own poison coiling around her like serpents. Percy's jaw is set, his grip on Riptide loose but ready. He looks back at you, and for a moment, the boy you know is gone—replaced by something older, darker. His voice comes out cold, almost a whisper. "You wanted me to stop, you. But I didn't want to. I wanted to end her." The silence stretches, heavy and unbroken, as he waits for your answer.