The End

This will the last chapter actually

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Argen looked at the creator with awe, he'd never laid eyes on a being that radiated care, yet also demanded respect with his posture.

"Ah…" Argen managed to say before a sword was held to his throat, heat so hot radiating off the blade that Argen felt like he was inside the sun.

"Now, Michael, there's no need for that," The Creator said, his aura friendly and welcoming, leaving Argen with no words.

He could stay here forever, this was peace, this was hope, this was home…

"Focus my child, you aren't dead yet… Though you aren't exactly on track to being accepted here after death, I am a forgiving one…"

Argen shook his head, feeling the heat of the blade subside. He looked to the side at the face of his attacker, seeing a beautiful being. He couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"My child, stay focused, many lose themselves while in my prescence, I'd hate to see you burn up when you have so much life ahead of you.

'Life ahead of me? I'm here to die though?' Argen thought, looking back at The Creator and standing up, bowing his head.

"Uhh… God?" Argen began, glancing up at The Creator with unease.

"Well that's one of my many names, it suffices for the moment." The being chuckled, sitting down on its throne.

The throne was a normal throne, not one you'd expect the creator of everything to sit on. A simple wooden throne, it was more of a chair.

"Uh… Well, if you truly are the creator, then you know why I'm here," Argen said, a little nervous as his mind kept trying to stray away to peace.

"Yes, you wish to change the rules of the world, and rewrite it completely…"

Argen nodded, glad he wouldn't have to explain much if The Creator knew his plan already.

"I simply can't accept that my child," The Creator said, causing Argen's mind to focus as the peaceful feeling went away.

"What do you mean you can't accept? Is that really a bad offer? You just give me this and everything is good, no suffering, no pain-"

"That's the problem, taking away the suffering pain of the entire realm? For what purpose? That wouldn't prove well for development… Your existence changed many things, you know that already, changing it back would have dire consequences."

"Like what!?" Argen yelled, his anger flaring up. Everything he had done, all that he had sacrificed to get to this moment, and he was being told it held no purpose.

"Calm down miscreant," Michael said, stepping in front of The Creator as Argen began to get riled up.

"You must understand Argen, that changing everthing, the rules and such, could negatively affect everything."

Argen's face was contorted. A disgusted expression on his face as he stood up, fire in his eyes as he pointed.

"No you just want me to have suffered! This plan is foolproof, if something was how it was to begin with, why the fuck can't you just change it back to that time!?"

Argen couldn't believe it, he'd seen lesser beings do more than what he was proposing, at least, in a technical sense.

He couldn't make sense of it. Law wasn't even a god and she could physically change rules. Sure, it cost a price each time, but if she could do it, why couldn't the very creator do it.

"What you want me to do is impossible, I'm sorry my child-"

Argen lunged forward, rage in his eyes as he summoned silver energy, throwing it forward.

Michael was a blur, blocking the energy and slicing his sword through the air in a wide arc, slashing across Argen's chest.

"You dare attack The Creator!" Michael yelled angrily as he flashed forward, stabbing the flame sword down toward Argen, who rolled out the way and sent another arc of energy at him, flames in his eyes as he fought.

"I just want to live a normal life, and you're saying you can't change anything! You're an imposter, bring out the true creator because you are clearly not him!" Argen yelled, gasping as he felt the flame sword buried into his chest, sinking into his heart.

"You… Should have been more respectful," Michael said, staring at Argen with his golden irises before yanking the sword out of him.

"Why? Why should I be respectful?" Argen muttered as he breathed heavily.

"Do I give up now? All because I was told it's impossible…" Argen said, his fingers twitching as he tried to move.

"Die in piece devil spawn, you should have never been allowed in this sacred realm…"

"I see," Argen smiled as he turned over, struggling to move as he felt the flame swords power coursing through his body, looking for a soul to burn up.

"I just need too…" Argen stood up fully, raising a bow toward Michael as the Angel turned. "Do it myself," He finished, letting thousands of arrows fly and hit Michael, ripping the Angel apart as he looked over at The Creator, who continued to sit and be silent.

"Michael, regenerate," Ths creator said, and Michael was whole again.

"You can have what you want Argen, but don't expect anything crazy, I will change the world to the original, but you won't have any of this anymore… You will be a completely normal human with no recollection of what transpired before, are you willing to risk everything just to live a normal life?"

Argen smiled, "Yes, yes please," He said, tears coming to his eyes as The Creator nodded his head.

"With the power I hold, including a sacrifice of one knot from your friend Law, I will rewrite the realms history and change the rules to allow you to exist as a normal person in the universe… I warned you," With this The Creator snapped his fingers. A sigh escaping him as Argen closed his eyes, his new life only a snap away…

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Camp Half blood cheered as Annabeth and Percy kissed under the lake, waiting for them to come out, but that would take a while as Percy formed an air bubble to keep him and Annabeth under longer.

"Gods, it feels so weird," One demigod said, looking at the sky.

"Yeah… as if something's changed…"

Miles and miles away a boy ran through the forest, tears streaming down his face as blood dripped from his leg.

"Haha! Look at him run Tom!" A man yelled as he chased after the boy, a rifle in his hands as the bloodlust in his eyes begged to be freed.

Tom laughed too, raising his own rifle and aiming. He shot and his aim proved true, square in the base of the head the boy was shot, dropping dead on a fallen tree, a branch lodging its way through his head, leaving him gushing blood all over the earth as he died. The tears still streaming from his eyes.

"Welp, Argen can't say anything about the cult now huh Tom?" The hunter said, looking down at the dead boy before pointing the rifle again and shooting Argen through the head once more, blowing his head completely open.

"Nope, he's silenced even in death haha… Let's clean up and begin the next hunt, there's a little girl I want to hunt, maybe have some fun…"

The two hunters walked off, leaving the unidentifiable boy's body lying in the middle of the forest.

"Fate is a fickle thing…" A man said, appearing and sitting on the branch, tears running down his face.

"You were always fated to suffer, it didn't matter how many times you changed the universe, You… should have listened. Rest in death my child… And Sleep."

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I thought of many different ways to end this fic, but tbh I think this one makes the most sense. Things can always be worse, so make the most out of your life. A fitting end to this tragic little story of The Son of Artemis… Sage out