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Son of Hades (Percy Jackson) Chapter 275: New Orders
🕑 Added 2025-05-13 20:45:09 +0000 UTC[Third Person's PoV]
“Alright…” Lucian exhaled sharply, the breath cutting through the silence. He rose to his feet, brushing off the dust from his hands, and turned to face Bloody Mary. “Tell me more about this so-called ‘Paradox Church.’ What exactly are we dealing with here?”
“Well, there isn’t much to say at this point, my lord,” Beatrice replied, bowing her head slightly. “To be honest, it’s still in its infancy. The organization only recently began to take shape. We don’t have an official cathedral or any grand structure to call our own. For now, we simply rent out a modest space, which acts as a temporary sanctuary for worship and gathering. And…” she hesitated, “we lack an established emblem—no definitive symbol to represent the Lord of Paradox.”
Lucian blinked, momentarily puzzled, before narrowing his eyes at her. “What are you talking about? Of course I have a symbol—it’s the skull with the black sun emblazoned on its forehead,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at Beatrice with confusion, while continuing to tinker with the enchantments on his ring.
Beatrice gave him an uncertain look, her expression caught between amusement and exasperation. “My lord, that symbol represents you, Lucian Blackheart—the man. The mortal. It does not represent the Lord of Paradox, the mythic figure people are beginning to whisper about.”
Lucian scoffed, briefly pausing his work. “Aren’t we the same?” he asked, his voice carrying a note of disbelief. “This is my church, isn’t it? My title, my legend.”
“Yes… and no,” Beatrice said, uncertainty threading her tone. “Yes, you are both one and the same in origin. But the Lord of Paradox is something... more. A construct, an idea born from the stories you and Lady Annabeth wove together. He’s becoming larger than life, a myth separate from the man.”
Lucian let out a contemplative hum, lips pressed into a thin line as he returned his focus to the intricate enchantments on his ring. But before he could dwell further, Edna’s voice broke in unexpectedly.
“Why not make his symbol related to yours, my lord?” she said, suddenly and without hesitation.
Lucian and Beatrice both turned to look at her, mildly surprised. Beatrice raised an eyebrow. “Do you even understand what we’re talking about?” she asked, her tone skeptical.
Edna shrugged nonchalantly, a small fang poking from her mouth. “I got the gist from context clues,” she said with a slight hiss, undeterred by Beatrice’s doubt.
Lucian, intrigued despite himself, nodded once without looking away from the glowing symbols on his ring. “Elaborate,” he ordered. “I don’t have time to play guessing games. Just tell me what you're thinking.”
Edna stepped forward confidently. “From what I’ve gathered, the Lord of Paradox is you… but also isn’t. A contradiction. A walking, talking paradox. So why not design a symbol that reflects that duality? Something close to yours, but not quite the same. A subtle distinction.”
Lucian raised an eyebrow, glancing at her now.
“You said your personal symbol is a skull with a black sun on its forehead,” Edna continued. “So why not simplify it for the church—make just the Black Sun the symbol for the Lord of Paradox. It’s minimal, elegant, and meaningful. A black sun, after all, is a paradox in itself—darkness that shines. Something that defies logic. A contradiction that shouldn’t exist… yet does.”
She took a breath and added with a proud gleam in her eyes, “And it aligns perfectly with the Second Doctrine of Hidden Kindness: Deeds in shadow shine brighter than glory in light.”
Lucian slowly straightened, his hands lowering from the ring as he considered her words. A flicker of admiration passed through his eyes.
“That…” he said, his voice quieter now, thoughtful, “that actually isn’t a bad idea at all. Nicely done, Edna.”
Edna lit up instantly, her cheeks flushing with delight. She swayed side to side, unable to contain her joy. “Heheheh… my lord praised me… hehehe,” she giggled, practically glowing with happiness.
Beatrice had a faint look of jealousy lingering on her face, her lips tightening for just a moment before she let out a long, accepting sigh. “I can’t deny it, my liege. Edna’s idea is… genuinely brilliant. It serves your interests in more ways than one.”
Lucian arched an eyebrow, still delicately working on the final enchantment—removing the blood bond and replacing it with a more stable and powerful soul bond. “And what exactly do you mean by that?”
Beatrice stepped closer, folding her arms as her eyes lingered on the intricate runes etched into Lucian’s ring. “The symbol of the Black Sun doesn’t just serve as a powerful emblem; it functions as an anchor. It ensures that you and the Lord of Paradox do not accidentally split into two separate entities over time. The longer this mythology grows, the greater the risk that the persona becomes more than just a story. The symbol will act as a constant—one that reminds everyone, even yourself, that you and the Lord of Paradox are one and the same.”
Lucian paused, genuinely taken aback. “Huh… I didn’t even think about that possibility. That’s... actually very insightful. Honestly, the Black Sun fits all too well.”
He stood up slowly, now finished with the last adjustments to the ring. With quiet purpose, Lucian undid a few buttons from the top of his shirt and pulled the fabric aside, revealing a detailed tattoo inked into the center of his chest. It depicted the Black Sun in all its haunting glory—dark rays stretching outward like shadowy flames.
Both Beatrice and Edna stared, eyes widening in surprise.
“Wait... is that a coincidence?” Beatrice asked, her voice low and uncertain.
“There are no such things as coincidences,” Lucian replied, his voice cool and matter-of-fact. He turned back around and began focusing on forming the soul bond, channeling his power into the enchanted ring now pulsing in his hand.
“Regardless,” he continued, “you’ve done well, Beatrice. Your insight and loyalty continue to prove invaluable. You're playing a crucial role in all of this.”
A faint glow began to radiate from Lucian’s ring as he slid it in his ring finger. His eyes flickered shut, and the faint purple hue that once emanated from it—indicative of the Stygian Steel core—began to fade. It was now replaced by a deep, ominous red aura, signaling the ring's new connection to his soul.
He inhaled slowly, savoring the moment. The ring pulsed with increasing strength, its enchantments evolving in real time, fueled by his own soul and energy. They were no longer just etched runes—they were extensions of his will.
Opening his eyes once more, Lucian exhaled calmly and turned his attention back to Beatrice. “Since you’ve been in contact with Annabeth lately, I assume she told you about her own symbol?”
“She did,” Beatrice confirmed, nodding. “She said her symbol was that of a crumbling tower held together by vines.”
Lucian nodded, unsurprised. “Very fitting for her.”
He turned away, his tone shifting to one of authority. “Anyway, I have a new mission for you.”
He reached into the shadows with one hand, and they reacted to his presence. His own darkness unfurled like smoke, revealing two neatly bound manuscripts which floated gently into Beatrice’s awaiting hands.
She looked down and read the titles aloud. “A Trial of Tempest and Rage,” she whispered, then looked at the second. “The Rise of the Sea and Waves.”
“These are the next steps,” Lucian explained. “During the last month, before Annabeth had to leave for her father, she used Nox to travel across the globe. Then she employed Nebula to create ruins—sites modeled after the stories we’ve been writing since the first book release. She’s laid the groundwork for everything.”
He turned toward Edna. “You’ve done well gathering materials, and now I’m assigning you a new task since you wish to be of use. You’ll accompany and assist Beatrice on this mission.”
Edna lit up with visible joy, practically bouncing in place. “Yes, my lord! I won’t let you down!”
Lucian smiled faintly, before facing Beatrice again. “Your role will be multifaceted. First, you are to impersonate Annabeth and myself if needed. Use Edna to assist if you need to be both of us. You’ll publish these manuscripts as if they’re newly released works. Wait a full month after release—then begin uncovering the ruins Annabeth created.”
He gestured with a hand, emphasizing each point as he spoke. “You’ll re-emerge in the mortal world as your archaeologist persona. When questioned, simply state you read the books, and were curious whether the stories—like last time—matched something real. And to your shock, they did.”
Lucian’s tone deepened, carrying more weight now. “From there, you’ll revive the book club and reignite the church's momentum. But remember—this isn’t just about me. The others must also be acknowledged. This is a pantheon, not a cult of one.”
He stepped forward slightly. “And most importantly: do not focus solely on America. Expand globally. If everything continues to emerge only here, it’ll draw suspicion. We need this to feel natural, wide-spread, and inevitable.”
Beatrice lowered her head in reverence. “As you command, my lord. I will not fail you.”
Lucian waved his hand dismissively, his eyes glowing faintly. “You have your orders. You’re both dismissed.”
With those final words, Beatrice and Edna sank into the shadows beneath them. As they vanished, a lingering black fog curled in the air where they once stood.
Comments
Primordial-Chaos
And so the plot thickens 😈
Toby
thanks for the chapter
