Chapter Text
Kronos was a sore loser.
When most people lost a fight (although admittedly the Titan War was a pretty big smack down to lose) they sulked for a bit, maybe burst into golden monster dust if you were particularly lucky, or just started trying to kill you again if you weren’t.
They did not, in Percy’s (quite considerable, he likes to think) experience, start glowing so brightly that it felt like your retina’s would never recover before knocking you sound unconscious.
And yet, as soon as Luke had made the pained swing downwards towards his most vulnerable spot- his Achilles heel, right under his armpit- that is exactly what happened.
Honestly. It would be just like Kronos to mess up his day as a last ditched effort for payback by going nuclear and making Percy a splatter of Percy bits on the wall of the slightly ruined but still very elegant throne room.
Although, to be fair, most of his friends and family were fighting for their lives against a giant army of monsters set on both Olympus’s, and life as we know its destruction, so maybe his day was already messed up to begin with.
Still, it was a bit of a let down to come so close to actually surviving his 16th birthday, something which had seemed impossible since being 13 years old and told about the prophecy for the first time, and then getting killed by a Titan supernova.
The fates had a sick sense of humour. Percy wondered if the cut string he had seen at 12 years old without even knowing who he was yet was his string, after all. He had suspected it to be Luke's, but recent events were calling that theory into question.
Still, as the golden light of Kronos’s temper tantrum lit up the room, Percy’s last thought in between the “well, fuck” and “adfusefvbi” is wondering if it was possible for his mum to sue the Oracle of Delphi for child endangerment.
It’s a good thought to die with.