Percy Jackson: The God of Magic - chapter 160 - Accepting Inevitability. (Patreon)

Nyarlathotep pulled me into the portal, dropping me into a world of darkness where there was nothing to be seen, nothing to be heard and nothing to be felt. But even then, I couldn’t help but sense something was off, that something didn’t fit the scenario.

“Now… allow me to explain the rules of the game, that while I know you are… familiar to them, I as a good host will remind you of them,” Nyarlathotep chuckled, his voice seemingly coming from every direction in the realm, “You want out of this place… you need to destroy it, and unlike last time… it won’t be that easy, this time… you will have to let it all out,”

So that was his game, to cage me in a world of darkness until I caved in, this showed me two things, for one he never believed me when I said I would do what he wanted in exchange for Hestia's safety, and two… he wants to see me suffer, dad of the year here.

“Now, have fun… I’ll be waiting, and please… do hurry… I don’t want to get bored… then again, if I do get bored… I can always visit Hestia,” He laughed, knowing very well he was poking me where it hurt, “Oh… I forgot to tell you… this place is like Tartarus without the time thingy…. and worse, you will feel pain here like never before… enjoy….”

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Agony, excruciating pain… was all I felt inside this realm of darkness, every second, I could feel my eyes boiling from the inside out, as every organ within my body suffered from a different ailment, my lungs melting and regenerating over and over again, my bones breaking under pressure, my heart freezing.

This place was a nightmare… Was there any point to this? No, there wasn’t, Nyarlatothep knew I would eventually turn into the monster he wanted me to be without this torture, he simply choose to make me suffer for the sake of it.

I wanted to kill him, I wanted to kill him so bad… but I was weak, even with my outer power I knew I would fall short to reach him, he was out of my league… making me feel useless, pathetic… how was one supposed to stop such being.

And to add salt to the injury, I was on the verge of losing myself, at the verge of dying, at least this version of Adam, the one that likes normal stuff not related to suffering and shit. I guess Friedrich Nietzche was right, perhaps all of this was meant to happen one way or another, after all, he who fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster himself. For if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

But… even at the inevitability of the situation, I didn’t want to be a monster, I didn’t want to hurt Hestia, I didn’t want to become a puppet of his show, I didn’t want any of this… How can a man willingly accept such a fate. The fate of destroying the world, an entire reality.

Perhaps everything would be better if I just allowed myself to become the monster he so much desired, I had nothing to lose… I was fighting a losing battle, this destiny was unavoidable… I could feel the outer within me… taking over as time passed, it was a matter of time before I… before I became what he wanted, so why fight it?

Why figh—— what in the fuck am I thinking?! Of course there is a reason to fight, no matter how hopeless the situation looks, and if defeat is unavoidable, at least find a way to kill yourself! Why fight…. what am I even saying!

You know there is no point… darkness awaits us, he won’t let us die, he won’t let us leave, we are to be trapped until we accept our destiny.

Yeah what is the…. oh for the love of! What in the fuck is going on with me! Why am I going from normal to emo in the 2000s!?

“You have to accept me… I’m a part of you… why fight what cannot be avoided, there is no point in fighting the inevitable,”

I will go out and assume that voice within my head is the reason I was going full emo a few moments ago with my thoughts… which reminds me… what happened to the pain I was feeling a few moments ago…. I could’ve sworn this place was like Tartarus but on steroids.

“It no longer affects you… look,” inside my mind, an image of what appeared to be a massive monster appeared, it was so big it would easily tower the Empire State ten times over, “That is us…. the only thing that has yet to give in… is your mind,”

I guess that explains why I haven’t felt any pain for the last few minutes, but regardless of that… how was I to… fix all this, the bastard had managed to… turn me into a monster in less than a day…

“Accept your destiny… stop holding us back!”

Desperation, that was the feeling I was feeling, total and utter desperation, how long would I be able to keep control… how long before… it doesn’t matter in the end does it? I never had an option to begin with.

Very well then… it’s not like I have an option anyways… but if I have to be a monster so be it, but like always… I will disappoint, what can I say… I’m a problematic child, "Dad,"

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[Nyarlathotep POV]

Adam had turned, but something was off… his gaze was not all too different, his form yes it changed… looking like a shadowy version of me, but… his eyes showed a hint of the old Adam, the one that should’ve died during the trasnformation.

“He merged with his outer part… instead of letting it take over… remarkable…” I laughed, the idea was absolutely delightful… what he had done in an attempt to rebel against me, was infinitely more cruel than any fate I had in mind for him, because he now was Adam but a version of him that couldn’t comprehend anything he used to, unless it was destruction… with his last effort he had become something so much worse that I intended, and it was all his doing, he was the key to his own outdoing…. in an attempt to preserve his sense of self, he had now become a spiteful and maniacal being with a physical and mental inability to care for others. As a soulless being, unable to feel or understand compassion, love, or any positive emotions towards others, “Truly remarkable!”