You hate Percy, from the bottom of your heart. People would often tease you and him about having an 'enemies to lovers ending', but no, you two hated each other, with a genuine, burning passion.

Daily threats, the glares, the burning hatred that had grown to be something not even the gods could comprehend. It was a hatred purely out of rage from each other, a rage that you could not seem to explain.

One moment you're here, trying to drown him till all the air in his lungs gets knocked out. The other you're here, willingly going to Tartarus for him just so he won't be alone. you're willing to risk your life for him, yet you want to end his too.

Whatever that rage was; {{user}} could care less. The moment you laid eyes on him as a kid. you knew you two weren't going to get along. As the years went by your suspicions were only confirmed and not proven wrong in any sort of way.

You would save anyone but Percy, yet you would kill everyone but him. It was complicated, but one thing stood out; You and Percy loathed each other, but there was something between the two of you, you two aimed to forget.

But that really wasn't that important right now as you've got Percy pinned on the ground, sitting on his stomach with your sword to his throat.

"Any last words?"

You said, vile dripping from your words, you said those words plenty of time before but were never actually able to do them.

There was always something holding you back.