Percy Jackson: Scaled Lord Of Strife

Eldritches, Abominable creatures that originated from the deepest depths of the earth, they were dark creatures that hid and lurked under the cover of night searching for prey, they devoured anything who dared to roam the world under the light of the moon, they would slowly creep upon the poor soul and sneakily spread their long, noxious, tentacles around you and strangle you as they slowly moved you toward their maw, then they'd pull their tentacles back and little ridges on them would tear your body apart and you would fall into deep into the abyss that was their large, miasmic maw. Humanity prayed to their gods for millennia yet their gods had not answered, not until one day, when mankind was at the brink of extinction did they finally receive their blessings. From Zeus, The Authority Of The King From Poseidon, The Will Of The Creator From Adonis, The Soul Of Rebirth From Apollo, The Spark Of Liberation From Heaphestus, The Seal Of Confinement From Hercules, The Emergence Of Unembellished Power From Hestia, The Seed Of The Hearth From Artemis, The Bestial Sapien From Hecate, The Soul Of Mysticy From Hades, The Woke Of The Soul From Athena, The Spirit Of Conquest From Ares, The Body Of Savagery These 12 blessings were the cornerstones of the Eldritch Slayer path, a path forged by the hands of both mortal and divine, with these, humanity would be able to combat their foe, however, this was many many years ago, nowadays, Eldritch were the least of problems. --------------------------------------------- "Trixion, from behind you!!" A deafening scream resounded through the continent of war like the clap of thunder, though the noise did little to put a stop to the endless bloodshed occurring on the crimson continent. The one who had been alerted of an incoming attack, Trixion tried to look back at the perpetrator of said attack however the attack had already reached him and he was unable to react to it anyway. "You were a worthy opponent, Krimson Khaos...." To be a worthy opponent to the Scaled Prince, The Golden Dragon, of the Empyreans was truly commendable, yet to Trixion who looked down at the scaly arm piercing through his torso it seemed like more of an insult, an insult that brought him rage. Trixion attempted to move however the poison within his body wouldn't let him, after all, what led to him managing to get pierced like this. As Trixion slowly passed he started to accumulate his energy within his body, within a second his body was full to the brim with energy, soon he would burst into a bunch of blood pieces, and burst he did. "W-what are you doing?!?!" The Scaled prince hastily removed his arm and attempted to dash back but it had already been done. Trixion busted into hundreds of little pieces each piece of his body was supercharged with energy and thus was incredibly durable, it would pierce through many Empyreans and go undamaged, even more, he made it so that when it came in contact with anything it would burst even more it was like a bomb with shrapnels that that acted like a bomb. That act had killed nearly 10 million Empyreans and from then on out he was known as a hero to the whole world, he was someone who even in his final moments managed to bring the enemy to their knees. They were correct however it was not in his final moments it was in the final moments before the end that led to his new beginning. However, Trixion wasn't the only one who would begin once again, for Dendracove, The heir to the Driconite Empyreans would accompany him in his journey, as this was the story of both the Krimson Khaos, The Lord Of Strife, And The Golden Dragon, The Scaled Prince Of The Empyreans.