𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 || 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙮 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣¹

027

(chapter xxvii - promises, promises)

SELENE DIDN'T LIKE this Geryon dude much. Granted, she didn't think any of them did. Sure, he seemed nice — sporting a toothless grin as he bounded up towards them. But it wasn't a kind, innocent grin, no — it was more like the grin a serial killer gets when they're about to kill someone. The action was so unnerving, she had to silently take Percy's hand and squeeze it.

She was slightly reassured when he squeezed back.

Geryon watched them with an amused smirk — clearly noticing the small interaction. He had one head, luckily, but had three different bodies — which, was kind of confusing. His head connected to his chest like normal, however two more bodies were on either side of it — connected to the shoulders. His left arm was on his left chest, while his right arm was in his right, so he had two arms but four armpits, if that made any sense — she didn't know. This guy was a fucking puzzle piece in itself.

Selene glanced at Annabeth — her best-friend holding her head high, as she always did. Her expression was unreadable, though a soft blanket of caution flashed in her eyes.

Eurytion, the cowherd from before, urged them all forward only using one hand. "Say hello to Geryon, kids." He murmured — his tone strangely bitter.

Percy glanced at her, as if to say what the fuck should I say? As which, to Selene responded: don't say anything — you'll only make it worse.

Count on Perseus Jackson to only make it worse, though.

"Uh....hi." Percy's words were quiet, almost timid, in front of the guy, which was surprising. Percy Jackson spoke his mind. He was stupidly bold, not...smartly timid.

It seems Annabeth was just as surprised as she was —  raising a brow at the raven-haired boy next to her. Once she read his expression, though, her small frown turned into a cheeky grin — almost laughing at the thought that Percy Jackson, of all people, was scared of a western dude with three chests.

"Hi!" Tyson exclaimed bubbly — his one eye large with wonder. "You have three chests! Like an octopus!"

Geryon's lazy smirk transformed into a loathing scowl, and just as he was about to say something, Annabeth interrupted him. However, it wasn't one to save Tyson's words — more so to correct it.

"Uh, Tyson," Annabeth started awkwardly. "A octopus actually has three hearts — not three chests."

Geryon's scowl just deepened at her words. It was clear Annabeth's little correction didn't help the situation they were in — at all.

Eurytion seemed to notice this, and slightly nudged the daughter of Athena — his eyes shifting to Geryon soon after. "Sir, I'm sure they didn't..."

His voice faltered as a new person opened the glass doors — jogging up to Geryon's side. They had shaggy black hair and dusty clothes — a leather jacket thrown messily over their shoulders. They seemed confused, but as soon as their eyes latched onto Percy's, their fists clenched — quickly drawing their sword.

Percy's eyes widened. In a blink of an eye, Riptide appeared in his hands, too. "Nico —"

Geryon interrupted Percy, snarling at Nico's sword. "Put that away, Mr. Di Angelo. You too, Perseus Jackson. I won't have my guests killing each other. That wouldn't be ideal for business."