Return of the Disgraced Archangel

Blood, Blood, Gallons of the Stuff

A/N. The end has a blood ritual, so if that's something you're iffy on, you've been warned. Also, there's a lemon, so there's that. But that'll turn you motherfucking sinners on so I'm not as worried about that.

      "Percy!" Hazel exclaimed.

       Blood continued to leak out of the stab wound. The Devil was losing blood quickly.

      "What do we do?" Frank asked.

       "There's the store over there. We could see if they have supplies." She suggested.

      They agreed to try their only option. They each took an arm and supported Percy as they dragged him to the convenience store.

     Frank didn't like this at all. First, his mom dies, and after the funeral, he learns of his burden. Then he has to leave for Camp Jupiter. He gets there, and is ostracized for his preference of a bow over a sword. Then he finds out that there is an army coming for them, the news being brought by none other than the Devil himself. Then his father is revealed to be Mars. All in all, a very shitty six weeks.

     And now, to top it all off, he is bringing a bleeding Devil to a closed convenience store, to see if they can rob supplies to use to fix him up.

     'Don't whine.' His grandmother would say to him. 'Zhang men do not whine.'

     They approached the building. It was still dark, and it seemed to be abandoned. They were only twenty feet from the door when something from the grass hissed behind them.

     "Go!" Frank yelled to Hazel.

     He grabbed an arrow from his quiver and shot at where he heard the noise come from. He thought he grabbed an explosive arrow, but it was only a signal flare. At least it illuminated the creature.

     It was a snake about the length of his arm. It was the color of a lime. Surrounding its head was a wreath of white fins. Its eyes were large and yellow. They were trained on Frank as it slithered up the hill.

     Any grass it touched died on contact. Frank heard Hazel running up the stairs. He wasn't going to turn around. That was how you die a terrible death. He kept his eyes trained on the snake. The snake hissed. Flames flew out of its mouth.

     "Frank! Come on!" Hazel said.

     The snake lunged at Frank. It was so sudden that he didn't have time to knock an arrow. When the snake came near him Frank swung his bow. The snake flew into the grass with a "squee".

     Frank felt like celebrating. That is, until he looked at his bow. It crumbled to ash in his hand. Then he heard a hiss from where the snake landed. Then it was followed by two more further down the hill.

     Frank turned around and ran for the store. He climbed the steps quickly reaching the porch. He turned around. The snakes were circling in the grass, not coming near the store.

     "We're trapped." Frank moaned.

     "Well. No other way than in." Hazel said, pointing at something. Frank looked. There was a sign above the store.

     RAINBOW ORGANIC FOODS AND LIFESTYLES

     "Well, it's better than fire breathing snakes." Frank said.

     Lights came on as they stepped through the store. Flute music came over the stereo. The aisles were lined with bins full of nuts and dried fruit. There were baskets of apples. There were racks of clothes that all seemed straight out of the 70's. The ceiling had wind chimes hanging from it. Glass cases lined against the wall held crystal balls, geodes, dream catchers, and some other weird items. Incense filled their nostrils.