DA : Chapter 104: Angels of Death IV

The children, having ducked with screams of fear where huddled shakily to their mother, looked at him in equal parts fear and awe even though they couldn't see his face.

Their tear stained faces etched themselves into his memory before he flexed his wings, casually throwing off the rubble before glancing at their mother. Like them she was of tanned complexion with deep brown hair, partially matted by the blood dripping from the side of her head and all three covered in dust.

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He swallowed loudly as he checked for a pulse and sigh in relief when he found one before he gently rested his hand over her head.

The children started to mumble in question but he didn't listen as a soft glow surrounded his hand. A few agonizing seconds passed before the mother stirred, giving a low moan of discomfort as she groggily sat up and opened her eyes … only for her to gasp at the sight over her.

By reflex she found her children and pulled them to her without taking her eyes off him as he stood up fully. There were so many emotions in her eyes; fear, disbelief, confusion, wariness, and awe.

Without even really trying he caught some of her surface thoughts bordering on unconscious prayers, noting him as an angel. He suppressed a scoff. Him, an angel? After he brought this destruction? Of only the mortal knew.

So with that he turned away, detecting the stirring of Hyperion again. He dashed away, in part to end the titan as soon as possible, and in another to all but run away from the mortal praising him when she should be cursing him.

As he moved he felt the mental presence of Rhea and Hestia but also Andromeda, each using their domains to silently provide support and emotional relief to the victims around, or even softly guide them to family and friends while blocking the pressure and oppressing fear that Hyperion's very presence was releasing around him in his divine state.

'Finish him quickly,' he heard in his head by three different voices in his head, making him wince slightly at the coldness of the tones.

He could feel it from both his fellow council members. Their anger at the pointless loss of life and the very situation created originally by that unseemly morning but what hurt most was their disappointment … in him.

For letting the battle get so out of hand, for not getting serious from the start and ending the titan as quickly as possible rather than try to inflict more pain than anything, and for needing to continue while putting even more lives at risk to finish it. Otherwise the titan would just rampage and even while injured the sight of him was still too much for mortals to comprehend.

Biting back the bile that threatened to erupt from his throat at the thought of more lives lost, he steeled himself and rushed for the center of the crater where Hyperion was.

He caught sight of the titan quick enough, looking like he'd run a marathon through Tartarus. The titan's breastplate was crushed at the center and cracking along the length, his right arm hanging limply with ichor pooling under him.

His helm was gone and he moved with a weak limp, his once grand glow dulled to a faint hum. Even with the naturally terrifying and chaotic aura generated by titans in their divine forms, his was now weak.

So weak in fact, that a demigod could safely look at him from a small distance without the threat of the sight and power carried with it instantaneously causing them to combust in body and soul.

Even then Jason was impressed with the fortitude of the titan. If he had attacked a minor god or titan the way he did Hyperion, they would have imploded like a cheap water balloon on impact.

Hell, the fact that he was conscious and able to divert such vast amounts of his power to healing what was likely ruptured organs, collapsed bones, and still get up while dragging his weapon was testament to the mettle of an Elder Titan.

But now wasn't the time to admire or give any sort of congratulations. Now was the time to finish the fight and minimize any further damage. With that in mind he launched forward, the titan still managing to swing his own sword up with his good arm but little more. Jason swung down Revelation without mercy, the blow forcing the titan to his knees even as the ground cratered further beneath him.

Still the titan persisted, weathering another blow aimed for his neck before quickly thrusting the sword forward but Jason tilted to the side, the monstrously large sword just grazing his armored side even as Jason stabbed forward, his sword striking true and piercing through Hyperion's unguarded shoulder making the titan cry out in pain and drop his sword.

Jason wasn't letting up though as he heaved the sword up while still in Hyperion's shoulder, a sickening squelch sounding as Revelation cleaved through the flesh and bit of cracked armor, severing the arm in its entirety. A spray of ichor and Hyperion's cry of agony that carried around them was the marker of his coming doom. Jason, still wanting nothing more than to end the titan and leave as quickly as possible.

As such he reared his legs up level with Hyperion's chest and unleashed a dual kick right at the titan's collar bone, knocking him back several meters and through a wall that had miraculously remained up after the titan's impact.

Jason followed after the downed titan, stopping as he floated just above him while looking at the further weakened titan as said being sneered vainly at him even as he coughed ichor, his aura of power weakening further that possibly even regular mortals would be able to look upon him now.

"… Grace …" he growled weakly a she spit out ichor, only adding to the pool forming under him but Jason didn't acknowledge him, instead raising Revelation in between his hands.

Before Hyperion could say anything else. A threat and promise of vengeance, a plea of mercy, or maybe some vague and sad insight obtained through the millennia, Jason didn't care as he ended it. Swiftly and with purpose he dropped, stabbing his sword up to the hilt through the titan's chest and heart, a scream being drowned out in ichor as the titan's mouth dropped back with a last, slow exhale.

After all, there were four ways to truly fade a god. Destroy a majority of their essence until they all but collapse on themselves, something that could only be done with Styx's river or Percy and Nico's fires.

Destroy enough of their domain that instead of empowering them, it drained them such as the case with Pan. Break the god's will to live such as Tartarus had done with Ares. And lastly, strike a god down when in their divine form, their truest form.

"To the Realm of the Faded with you. Maybe Lady Chaos be swift and just," Jason murmured as he watched the titan slowly turn to ashen dust rather than gold, denoting his fading rather than 'death'.

An eerie silence seemed to take hold as Jason stared at the dust that was once one of the most feared beings of this planet, only to meet his end at his blade. Jason sighed as his shoulders slouched, the weight of everything that he had done and the consequences coming to him as he looked around for the first time and saw that he wasn't as alone as he'd thought.

Peppered around where groups of mortals, all covered in dust and injuries but none seemed to notice as their gazes were locked on him, and they probably had been as he executed Hyperion.

Again the same emotions of the mother he saved but moments earlier were present, their minds working furiously to try and rationalize and comprehend what they had just witnessed. And even odder, several of them had camera phones aimed at him, recording even now.

He wasn't sure what to do or even if he could do anything. The details of how exactly the mystic world hid beyond the appliance of the Mist being one aspect that alluded him at times. Somehow he knew he was going to get Hell and worse from Hecate … but also that there was no hiding this.

Mortals had once been aware of the mystic world and they had already started on the path to return such an era to them but this was not how they had wanted to do it.

With a resigned sigh he opened his wings and gently kicked off, absentmindedly expanding his mental presence to check the nearest civilians but finding most in stable condition, thanks to the combined efforts of Rhea, Hestia, and Andromeda to answer prayers of healing just enough to keep them off the edge of Hades' domain.

With one last look at the destruction he had brought, he turned his head up and flapped even harder, accelerating faster than most fighter jets as he ascended, a slight trail of tears spilling down his cheeks. He'd rescued Amphitrite and eliminated one of the more dangerous titans … but at what cost…?

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Holy Shit! Talk about coming out with a bang! Hope everyone finds the battle to their satisfaction. Also, to give everyone an idea of the forces of this war for some perspective.

Primordial Council Forces: Percy, Rhea, Hestia, Andromeda, Jason, Thalia, Nico, Styx, Phoebe, some small elite forces or guardians and extra gods like Hercules and such.

Olympian Forces: Remains of the Olympians, loyal minor gods, 1000+ demigods, some creatures

Pontus Forces: Poseidon, Cyclops Army, Undersea armies, several elder titans

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Don't forget to throw some power Stones, to keep the story going.

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