Chapter 3

The underworld stretched before me, a desolate expanse filled with the whispers of lost souls. I found myself standing in a long, mournful line, each step echoing with the weight of my deeds. The three jurors of the underworld, their gaunt faces etched with solemnity, awaited my turn. As I approached, a chill settled over me, knowing that my fate hung in the balance.

The first juror, a figure draped in shadows, spoke with a voice that resonated through the gloom. "Luke Castellan, son of Hermes. You stand accused of betraying Olympus. How do you plead?"

"I... I plead... I plead my case," I stammered, the gravity of the situation pressing down on me.

The second juror, a skeletal figure with hollow eyes, asked, "What drove you to defy the gods and ally with Kronos?"

"I sought power, recognition, a destiny of my own," I confessed, my words echoing in the cavernous realm.

The third juror, a cloaked presence that seemed to absorb the very essence of the underworld, questioned, "Do you regret your choices?"

After a while I replied, "I regret nothing, if I had the choice I would do it all again."

They exchanged solemn glances, and then the first juror spoke again. "We shall search your memories to discern where you will end up."

As they delved into the recesses of my mind, I felt a shiver pass through my soul. Moments played out before their scrutinizing gaze, the weight of my transgressions laid bare.

The second juror mused, "He sought redemption, a misguided pursuit of identity."

The third juror added, "But his actions have consequences."

With a knowing nod, the first juror delivered the verdict. "Luke Castellan, for your crimes against Olympus, you shall be consigned to the Fields of Punishment."

Confusion seized me. "What? But in the end I saved Olympus and stopped Kronos from rising, I should go to Elysium should I not?"

Laughter, cold and haunting, echoed in response. "You did the crime; now you'll do the time. In the end we have the last say at what happens."

The Furies materialized, their snakelike hair hissing as they approached. I was dragged off towards the Fields of Punishment in chains. My eternal punishment awaited.

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How long has it been...

A week?

A month?

Years?

Centuries?

How long have I been chained to this wall tortured for what I had done?

The eternal torment of the Fields of Punishment had left me broken, my body battered, my spirit shattered. Everyday the so called Doctor would come with his tooles and painfully remove my fingers, toes, or entire limbs. Many times he got bored and just preformed the bloody eagle and just left me hanging from my chains as I bleed out.

The door to the cell opened, but instead of the doctor a man wearing a black and red cloak walked into the room. His presence screamed power, I could feel the power around him.

"Hello, Luke," he began, his voice carrying a weight of authority. "My name is Order, and I have come to seek your help."

I mustered a feeble response, my curiosity mingling with the pain. "What do you want?"

With a snap of his fingers, the chains that bound me vanished, dropping me to the floor. I glared at him, suspicion etched across my face.

"I have an offer for you, Luke," Order declared. "A chance to rewrite your wrongs."

I scoffed, a bitter smile forming amidst my pain. "What do I care about second chances?"

Order leaned closer, his gaze unwavering. "Because this time, you won't be going back as the same son of Hermes. Instead I will gift you with the power to change the world."

I contemplated his proposition, my mind wrestling with the possibilities. "And what do you want in return?"

Order withdrew a mysterious book from his cloak, its pages filled with cosmic secrets. "I want you to bring justice to the gods, my sister Chaos has grown lazy, and the gods have become tyrants. I need someone who can stand against them, someone who can create a world of peace."

I handed the book back, skepticism lingering. "Why me? Why not Percy Jackson?"

Order chuckled, a sound that echoed with cosmic resonance. "I tried with the son of Poseidon, but Chaos intervened. I was seen as nothing more than the bad guy, and that brat killed my mortal form before I could explain the truth to him."

I mulled over the proposal, the weight of my past bearing down on me. "So how exactly is the... plan?"

"You will go back in time, your memories of the future will stay with you. I will also grant you some special powers. I don't care what you do differently, but I want Zeus to be overthrown and the coucil fixed and judged for all their crimes, can you do that?"

"Seems easy enough," I muttered. "so what are the new powers I will get?"

"Oh thats real easy." Order grinned. "You will become omnipotent. An ability that Chaos and I both had when we were younger. When you go back your body will be in a state of being supremely almighty and all-powerful."

"Tell me though, how strong will I actually be?" I asked confused.

"Let me see," Order scratched his head. "you will start out as strong as a minor god, you will be omnipotent but you will have to train and unlock your abilities as you go."

"I see," I leaned against the wall thinking. "So will I have a limit to how powerful I can become?"

"Hahaha, no." Order laughed. "You will have no limits and you can grow as strong as you want."

"Perfect, thats really perfect." I asked.

"I know right. Well anyways, why don't we start and send you..."

"Send me back to my seventeenth birthday."

"Are you sure?."

"Yes... I have a plan."

"Alright then, good luck my champion." Order spoke as he snapped his finger and my world went black.