Gods and Demigods read Intertwined Destinies

Chapter 16: Hello Heracles

/Chapter 16: Hello Heracles

As they walked, Percy gave Zoe's hand a soft squeeze. Although her face was hidden by the shadow of her hood, he could see her smile clear as day.

"How do you want to handle this?" He asked softly./

"Painfully," Zoe said coldly.

/Zoe stopped walking as she thought about it before she pulled Percy closer, whispering her idea to him as a smile slowly appeared on his face. When she finished, the evil smile of his face would have sent a shiver down even his father's spine./

Percy gulped almost feeling sorry for whatever Heracles would be going through... until he remembered what he did to his now fiancee.

/Before Percy could start walking again, Zoe pulled his head down into a soft kiss. Percy's smile lost any kind of evilness, something Zoe could do so easily to him. Percy looked at her questioningly./

Zoe kissed Percy for the gods knows how many times.

/"Just making sure you know I love you." Zoe said softly./

"I do," Percy whispered.

/Percy nodded, "I know that. But I also know I've wanted to do this since I had that dream on the quest to save Artemis a few years ago." He said smiling. "Most powerful demigod in the world," he scoffed. "Apparently sons of Jupiter aren't much smarter than the sons of Zeus."/

"I've been dreaming of that day for two thousand years," Zoe said. "But I never imagined it with a man let alone a boyfriend."

/Zoe smirked a bit and pulled Percy along as they continued their walk to the island, Heracles' tall figure looking at them impatiently in the distance. Percy pulled up a hood so it was more difficult to see his face clearly./

"Finally some excitement," Ares said as he sat up in his throne.

/As they approached the island, Percy finally got a look at the legendary son of Zeus. He was well built, but not too stocky. His blonde hair was close-cropped, Roman style. He had startling blue eyes like Thalia's or Jason's, but his skin was coppery, as if he'd spent his entire life on a tanning bed. The most surprising thing: he looked about twenty, definitely no older. He was handsome in a rugged but not-at-all-caveman way./

"He's probably rusted from his tin heart," Zoe said.

/He had a club, which lay in the sand next to him, but it was more like an oversized baseball bat—a five-foot-long polished cylinder of mahogany with a leather handgrip studded in bronze.

Hedge would have been jealous.

Percy and Zoe walked up hand-in-hand though Zoe's face was completely hidden in the shadows of her hood. Heracles eyed them curiously. He didn't see all that concerned by them but Percy couldn't care less. Heracles may not have ever done anything to him but he did hurt Zoe and that was a death wish as far as he was concerned, two thousand years earlier or not./

Zoe rested her head against Percy's chest. She hoped that they would really make Heracles suffer. For all the pain he had caused her all those years ago.

/"Let us pass." Percy said calmly as they stopped about ten feet in front of the minor god.

Heracles raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me?"

Percy raised one right back, "Let. Our. Ship. Pass." He said slowly as if talking to a toddler./

"He basically is one," Zoe said as she rolled her eyes.