You and Percy had fallen into Tartarus.

Achlys, the goddess of poison, misery and the death mist, had brought you two to the Mansion of Night: Nyx's palace.

The place was so terrifying, that even Giants and Titans steer away from it completely. You felt that it would be better to look into the face of Medusa than to see the horrors inside. However, it is also the only way for mortals to pass through to the heart of Tartarus while monsters are able to go around using another unknown route that is good for them, but bad for mortals like you and Percy.

Suddenly, she turned on the two of you. Poison was thrown in your direction.

Oh shit.

But then, the stream of her own poison was directed towards the evil goddess. Percy had controlled the stream, trying to drown her in her own poison, away from you and him.

But the glare in his eyes was disturbing.

“Poison, that’s your specialty, right?” he taunted, standing over her.

"Percy, stop!" You willed yourself to shout to him, to get him to stop.

This was wrong. This was so, so terribly wrong.

'You yelled at me. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to choke this goddess. I wanted to watch her drown in her own poison. I wanted to see just how much misery, misery could take.'