Been a busy week for me, sorry for the missed uploads.
Here's the schedule:-
Sat:- Damian Wayne & Trigon Unleashed.
Sun:- Demigod Twin.
Mon:- Jon Kent SI & Anodite in PJO.
*might do a mass release for Jon Kent, we'll see how it goes.
Chapter 21: The Real Enemy.
(Loth’s P.O.V.)
The moment we stepped into Hades’ throne room, I felt the weight of his gaze settle on me like an iron brand.
He wasn't alone, a beautiful goddess with an immaculate golden lyre on her forehead, tanned skin and hair the color of wheat sat silent on a second throne beside his.
Persephone the Goddess of Spring. She regarded us calmly, almost coldly, giving the impression of unfriendliness.
"Your divine majesti...
Chapter 49: Keeping The Promise.
(Jon's P.O.V)
-Mount Justice-
-Lounge-
I was lost in thought for a short while, processing everything that had happened in my absence.
My friends thankfully left me alone, busying themselves playing pool, though I could feel their concern for me.
After a while, I got up to go talk to my brother, only for Kara to pull me aside her expression unreadable.
Before we could get a word in, the base’s alarms blared to...
Chapter 48: Welcome Home Jon.
(Jon's P.O.V)
Washing dishes wasn’t hard, and was even calming and the perfect way to spend time with Ma who I'd missed over the last few weeks. But truth be told, my attention was split.
My hands moved on autopilot, scrubbing a plate that had been clean for a while now.
I clearly registered the warm water running over my fingers and the distant clatter of spoons and ceramic, as mom dried and arranged the clean untensils, while she t...
Chapter 47: The Gathering Storm.
(Jon’s P.O.V)
As the echoes of Waller and Hugo's arrest faded into the cool evening air escorted by federal agents, I took a slow, steady breath.
Belle Reve had fallen.
The chaos I had orchestrated was now settling into eerie silence.
The prison fotress stood strong on the outside but its inner belly was tainted with broken control systems, smoldering wreckage, and shattered illusions of power.
I glanced toward Super...
Chapter 20: Hades' Palace.
(Loth’s P.O.V.)
For a realm of the dead, the Underworld was alive in a way that didn’t make sense.
It wasn’t just the shifting gray landscape or the eerie glow of the Styx winding through the dead lands like a blackened vein.
It was the way the air carried whispers, faint and broken, never forming full words. The stretched out shadows bending at unnatural angles. The way the ground felt empty, even when it held weight.
And I...
Chapter 11: Ashura.
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The bear charged. Damian dodged, slashing at its flank, but the blade barely scratched it's hide.
The beast roared angrily, swiping at him with a massive paw.
"So close but naaah." He mocked and ducked, rolling under it's feet while slashing at it's thick hamstrings and ankles. But even that barely fazed the beast.
For a creature of its size, 700kgs easily, the Bear was pretty nimble, forcing Damian to put distance between them lest h...
Chapter 18: Interference.
(General P.O.V)
The Austrian Alps loomed in the distance, their jagged peaks hidden beneath a thick shroud of clouds.
The wind carried the hum of engines and german voices.
Hydra’s fortress, carved into the mountain, pulsed with dark blue energy from the Tesseract, guarded by men who believed themselves invincible.
'They are wrong.' Bond thought to himself, crouched beside Captain America on a rocky ridge, adjusting his rifle scop...
Chapter 3: The Awakening of Awareness.
(Trigon’s POV)
I was not born in the traditional sense. There was no moment of innocence, no gradual discovery of the world around me, no years spent in blissful ignorance like other children.
I existed, and from the very first moment that my mind could form coherent thoughts, I knew something was wrong.
At first, everything was simple—sensations of power, warmth, hunger, and comfort.
The glowing presence of my moth...
Chapter 25: The Wraiths.
(IPhicles P.O.V)
The spirits or Wraiths according to Ori, glide forward as solid—shadows wearing the shapes of women.
I realize why the mist acts unnatural and eerie. It's but an extension of them, twisting and coiling around them like serpents.
Quickly, I'm surrounded and the focus of their interest.
The eldest wraith, given the gray hair and wrinkles, tilts her head, hollow black eyes gleaming with a cold, unnerving intelligence....
Chapter 10: Uninvited Guest.
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The room Damian was given in the trainee district was cold, reminding him of the period he spent on the streets after running away from the Orphanage.
At least his current accomodations had stone walls, a thin mattress and a wooden table with a single candle.
It was enough. Comfort bred weakness, and Damian didn’t need it.
Strength was all that mattered.
He stood shirtless in the middle of it all, palms clasped, bre...
Chapter 46: The Prison is Mine.
(Jon’s P.O.V.)
("It's time.")
The words hung in the air, a quiet declaration that carried the weight of everything I’d worked toward.
("Finally. I was getting sick of cabbage soup and bread. I'm all set on my end.") Raven’s voice echoed through our mental link, her tone a mix of relief and anticipation.
("Good. Let the show commence.")
Raven’s mind faded to a quiet hum at the edges of my psionic range, whic...
Hey guys, been busy these last few days handling some stuff.
I meant to upload Jon Kent today but I haven't found the time to edit it. Rest assured I'll be back tomorrow.
Anyway, here's the fic schedule for the week,
Tues:- Jon Kent Chapter 46: The Prison is mine & Damian Wayne chapter 10.
Wed:- Demi-god Twin & James Bond.
Thurs:- Damian Wayne Chapter 11 & Trigon Unleashed chapter 3.
Friday:- Anodite Magic in Percy Jackson chapte...
Thinking of making a slight change to the Anodite title but I'm undecided. Pick which sounds better.
2025-02-07 18:01:42 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 19: Nyx, Primordial Goddess of Night.
(Loth's P.O.V)
"The shore feels wrong. This whole place is just...wrong." Percy muttered unclipping his sword.
He was right. The sand didn't shift underfoot. The air didn’t move. It was as if this place had forgotten how to breathe.
"Different laws of physics. Get used to it." Annabeth told him, her eyes sharp, scanning the landscape.
Percy muttered something about the Underworld being creepier than he expected...
Chapter 18: The Underworld.
(Annabeth’s P.O.V.)
The pink paper plane sliced through the clear sky with ease, carrying us toward L.A.
I had to pinch myself to be convinced that this was real and not a surreal dream. The last 5 days had actually happened though it felt like hours to Percy and me. And we were indeed flying through the air on magic.
My fingers knocked on the pink floor with a dull thunk, confirming that it was solid and that I was not about to fall t...
Chapter 9: Infinity Island.
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The sky was bruised with the dying dusk light, as a sleek black boat cut through the dark waters toward Infinity Island—an imposing fortress of jagged cliffs and dense jungle rising like a sentinel from the sea.
Mist coiled around its sharp edges, giving it the appearance of something ancient, untouched by time.
Damian stood at the bow of the boat, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the island ahead.
The salty breeze tugged at his...
Chapter 45: Ki- Body over Nature.
(Jon’s P.O.V.)
I had long since abandoned the concept of time.
In solitary, it was meaningless. No clocks. No windows. No routine meals. Just the steady hum of the lights that never dimmed, the endless cold of my cell, and the distant echoes of Belle Reve’s nightmares.
My existence forgotten by all, save Raven.
I used to count my heartbeats. Then I stopped when I realized my sense of time had become too accurate.
(Iphicles P.O.V)
The battlefield is a ruin of shattered wood, torn roots, and the sickly-sweet scent of sap mixed with blood.
I stand amid the destruction, my chest heaving, arms aching, and the metal tips of my wings buried deep into the split cores of the two Ents after they had conjoined to put on a last ditch effort.
The ancient guardians of the forest had fought viciously, their bark-like bodies withstanding hours of punishment.
They had regrown limbs, twist...
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The air in the warehouse thickened instantly.
MI6 agents went rigid. Eyes locked onto the teenager who had walked into a death trap with a smirk.
Damian’s gaze flicked to Barton, sharp and unbothered.
“So…” he continued, voice lazy, dangerous. “Are we doing this, or are you just going to stand there and sweat?”
The silence stretched.
Then Barton fired.
Damian moved before the trigger pulled, pivoting as the bullet ripped past hi...
Chapter 44: Solitary Confinement.
(Jon's P.O.V)
I have always known Amanda Waller was dangerous.
But until I was dragged into her office, wrists bound, inhibitor collar digging into my skin, and under the dead-eyed stares of Belle Reve’s finest, I hadn’t realized just how badly she wanted to 'understand' me.
She stood with her back to me, hands folded behind her back, shoulders squared with the weight of authority.
When she finally turned, her eyes were...
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(Loth's P.O.V)
I sat cross-legged atop the canyon, eyes closed, breathing slow and steady.
The morning sun warmed my skin, but I barely felt it. My focus was turned inward, into my spirit world.
One entire night spent in meditation had changed it. Now my inner world was unrecognizable from what it had once been.
The black sea of corruption was gone, replaced by a sprawling forest of vibrant pink and violet trees. A blend of magnolias, cherrys and ja...
(Saint P.O.V)
Is it weird that I liken Apples to life?
I don't even like apples. Which is a red flag, according to my partner.
Which...all things considered, I'm a lucky guy to even have someone willing to put up with my crap.
Crap that's been piling on for the past 26 years of my life, possibly culminating into this: The Apple Half-bit.
Chapter 17: Captain America.
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-1944-
-1 month later-
-Austria-
(General P.O.V)
The road was quiet. Too quiet.
The convoy rumbled forward, its headlights cutting through the darkness, illuminating the dirt path ahead.
The lead truck carried Captain America, Bucky Barnes, and a handful of Howling Commandos.
Behind them, the rest of their squad followed, along with the rescued Allied soldiers Hydra had been using as forced labor....
Chapter 2: First Servant.
(General P.O.V)
It did not take long for the Eternals to realize they had brought something unnatural into their midst.
At first, it had seemed almost comical—Trigon, a tiny red-skinned infant, being raised among some of the most powerful and ancient beings in the universe.
But the humor quickly faded as the reality of his existence became apparent.
The first time it happened, it was subtle. Trigon had been hungry, crying in frus...
Chapter 7: Lady Shiva.
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The neon glow of Hong Kong cast a hazy reflection on the rain-slicked streets as Damian crouched atop a high-rise, his sights on the temple below. One of the League of Shadows bases.
MI6 had sent him to kill Lady Shiva, arguably the most dangerous woman on the planet. For anyone else it would be suicide and even Damian thought it was a mistake on MI6's part.
Six months had passed since Monaco, and the agency no longer trusted him. Not ...
Chapter 43: First Seed Blooms.
Bit of an info-dump.
Sorry about yesterday's missed upload. I was caught up in research.
(Jon's P.O.V)
One week was all it took to understand the depths of Waller's cruel genius.
Belle Reve was designed to break people.
Not just physically, but mentally. The prison wasn’t just a holding facility for metahumans—it was a machine, built to grind down egos, identities, and whatever hope might have lingered when th...
Chapter 23: Hunt for More Power.
(Iphicles’ P.O.V.)
"He's finally asleep. I left Bubba changing out his bandages." Anissa informs me as she enters the room, sleeves rolled up and carrying a basin with dirty water.
"Thank you, Anissa." Atalanta quietly says."I can't imagine it was easy convincing Master to let you clean him."
"It wasn't. But I'm told I can be stubbornly persuasive sometimes." Anissa says as she exits, leaving the rest of us in Bubba’s small h...
Chapter 16: Blitzwolfer.
(General P.O.V.)
-Loth's Spiritual world-
The black sea bubbled and roiled beneath the dim pink glow of the corrupted sun.
Loth’s spirit stood on the darkened surface, his body glowing faintly with a shroud of Anodite energy.
His arm was gripped within the Hellhound's jaws, teeth dripping with dark venom. A hiss was produced everytime the venom drops fell on Loth's pink shroud.
The Hellhound growled in frustration, strug...
Chapter 1: Vengeful Hunt.
From my drafts. Anodite Update coming up later.
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The rain came down in punishing sheets, turning the forest into a treacherous swamp.
Each step Steen took sent his prosthetic leg sinking into the mud, the metallic limb groaning faintly with the strain.
At seventy-eight years old, he was far past his prime, but his hunter’s instincts were as sharp as ever.
His grizzled face, weathered by decades of storms, scrapes, and he...