Percy Jackson and the Art of Gacha

Hell was not a beautiful place. The trees looked like they had never seen water, with black Bark and very few leafs. But that rapidly changed once I had entered the forest through the portal. The trees might have lost all of their remaining leafs but when I appeared, so did a cloud of cold mist. For some reason, even without wanting to, I had brought Autumn into Hell.

The temperatures around me dropped slightly into a comfortable 20° Degrees Celsius. With the change came a breeze blowing and carrying the mist through the forest, making me aware of all the small little critters hiding inside.

I started to move through the now foggy forest with roots moving out of my way to preventy hooves from getting stuck somewhere.

As I walked, slowly and almost predatory, I noticed something moving inside the mist. It appeared to be canine in nature and seemed to be afraid of the sudden change it had woken up to.

I carefully approached it, not because of fear or anything like that, but out of pity as I could feel it's malnourished frame trough the mist.

Slowly I emerged out of the mist. The Hell hound, this one really being from hell, was startled by me but curiously didn't run away.

I crouched low and reached my hand out towards it.

It came closer, sniffed on my claws and then attempted to bit me. It didn't even manage to pierce my skin or even break of a small splinter of my claws,so I just picked it up.

At first it tried to wiggle it's way out of my grasp but it eventually gave up seeing as I hadn't shown any intention of harming it.

Something else suddenly moved inside the mist but I didn't react much to it. Sure it was moving fast and coming towards me but I detected the nature of the demon approaching and even its intent to meet me.

After waiting a few minutes, as the forest was big enough that you could potentially walk, if you were human, for days or even weeks before leaving the forest behind even on its closes exit. Of course only if you didn't get lost throughout your travels.

The demon finally appeared from the mist. It carried a fiery crown on its head and a scepter on its hips.

It didn't take me long to guess that I somehow had managed to attract the attention of the Ruler of hell.

I bowed towards him in greeting, as I did not wish to appear rude to the King of Hell, aka Lucifer Morningstar.

"Why hello there my little friend, care to tell me what brought you to my realm and why you practically declared war to us?"

Well that was unexpected. He seemed more like the easy-going type that an arrogant and overly proud fallen angel.

"I am sorry Mr. Morningstar, I did not intent to appear hostile to you and yours. My reason for being here is that one of your demons, a sex demon to be specific, managed to buy a group of very alive humans and helped in transporting them here. I wish to bring them back safely to the overworld."

Lucifer stared at me for a solid minute before asking:" How old is the youngest kidnapped?"

It surprised me but I still managed to answer:" The youngest of them is currently 13 years old."

And now his eyes were glowing a powerful and rage filled red. Looking at him like that made me think twice before doing something stupid.

"Barely younger than my daughter." he whispered.

"Very well, do what you want. I give you free reign to do whatever. Rescue the children and bring them back to the overworld. You have my permission."

The King had spoken, his eyes still blazed with wrath and pure unadulterated anger.

"Very well Mr. Morningstar. I will leave once I am done."

"No you will not. You will meet with me before going. I have a feeling that the children need a form of protection and something or someone to make them feel safe and protected later on. I will prepare something for them and a reward for you if you succeed."

With that the Ruler of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar disappeared from the forest and I just stood there utterly surprised.

The King of hell had a daughter? He allowed me to do what ever I want along as it will result in the death of the demon? He was willing to help the children.

Frankly speaking I had not expected that but I would not look a gifted horse in its mouth.

I spread the mist around me further and it soon rolled out of the forest, invading the streets of what must have been a city full of demons, sinner demons to be accurate. Who would have guessed that my own world was somehow connected to Hazbin Hotel and even Helluva Boss.

I traveled with the fog as it flowed into the streets and allys.

Few demons noticed the change fast enough to hide inside of buildings. Those that didn't got lost in the mist and the very few that were either killing each other or raping someone, drugged or not, we'll no one would miss them and I would just get more citizens for my future domain and even some bound shadows from the demons I killed. But let's be honest here.

I would never realy allow them around the world of the living, at least not as they were currently but I was sure a session with my skill:Corrupt would make them right as rain.

As the streets emptied and the demons disappeared the mist came closer and closer to my destination. A studio.

Like waves it crashed against the walls, windows and doors. Cracks soon began to form under the relentless assault and soon they gave way for the mist to come inside and me within it.

The few guards inside that were doing their job were swallowed by the fog without a sound ever leaving them. Once inside I would swing the cursed scythe I had made a few weeks ago. These demons deserved nothing but to be eternal slaves with no way out. I killed them all.

Soon the floors were all cleared with the exception of the cellar and the top floor. Naturally I headed down as I suspected the children to be kept there but boy was I wrong. It wasn't just the children down there.

About a dozen and a half of demons, both original and sinner demons were bound up and gagged. The children weren't much better. To their luck none of them had been touched up until now but I knew, due to my instincts connected to fate and the weave, that t it would not have stayed that way for long.

I stood inside of the room as all of them stared at me in fear of what they expected, as the mist that I had kept outside of the room, seeped inside.

It slowly covered the entire floor and began to work up it's way on the walls and chains. Small black flashes cracked through it, flashes that I did not know the origin of but I knew were somehow connected to me.

Soon the chains clicked open and the gags disappeared. Many of the demons and children saged into themselves but the mist, something that should not be able to, seemed to push them back up and carry them out of the room. Out of what they thought was their fate or end.

They were soon swallowed by the mist aswell but I knew that it was keeping them safe.

Once the room was cleared the mist began to accumulate, slowly rising from the deepest floor up to the top floor like water on a sinking ship.

Once again it had reached locked doors and now, just like before, it was crashing against them. The doors broke soon and there, in the middle of a room covered in glitter, alcohol and cameras was this big ugly ass demon. With it was another demon of male gender, chained up and gaged like the ones from the cellar.

The mist flowed across the floor, covering my feet and their legs and thighs entirely. The chained demon however was rapidly covered by it as it climbed up his body and soon, after the Demon was covered, it collapsed into itself startling the sex demon as it had felt his presence disappear suddenly.

I stepped into the room as the demon, an incubus by the looks of it, turned it's gaze towards me. It tried to speak but I waved my hand. The Black Magic inside of me, a remnant of the bleed over with the Rivers Child, sung and the demons mouth was sewn shut.

I approached slowly, scaring the everloving shit out of him while he was in extrem pain from his sewn shut mouth.

I raised the scythe, allowed this black magic of mine to course through it and then I plunged it into the demons kneecap, completely piecing it and, when I dragged it back, taking his entire leg with it.

The pain the demon was feeling amplified and his eyes widdend further than they should have been able to.

I crouched down and grabbed the left foot of it, dragging the demon with me as I walk out of the building. I took the stairs, not even trying to keep him alive throughout the process as he did his best to stay conscious.

Once I had walked out, dragging this incredibly mutilated demon behind me, I continued into the middle of the street and then, after I had spread the fog through the entire city, I tortured the demon hard enough to make him tear through his lips by screaming alone. I made his screams, whimpers and groans of pain echo through the city using the mist as a way to amplify the echo.

After I had enough and the demons throat was dry, his vocal cords broken and ripped, i plunged the scythe into his chest, dragged him into an upright position, before driving the blade through and out of his back, only to angle it and rip it out, effectively decapitating him.