Edited by Nyxx

King Percy sat on his throne, knowing that his life was going to end. He stared at the entrance of the throne room, waiting for the leaders of the resistance to arrive. He waited for his death, more so, yearned for it, but his face was calm, unlike the excitement that danced inside his heart. No one could hear the choruses of "finally" that seemed to echo in his mind.

King Percy had been waiting for this day since the day he came into this body. Nothing was more exciting than finally ending his suffering, even if it was just for a brief moment.

The door opened with a bang, and many people filed in. With blood on their swords and their faces filled with determination. The knights made way for the three men that stood at the center of the room.

These three men were King Percy's own children! They were the masterminds of the rebellion.

"Hello, King Percy." The oldest son didn't even regard the King as his father.

"It seems my time has come to an end." King Percy said, still as calm as a stagnant lake.

The second son scoffed. "Since you know, this will be easier."

King Percy looked at his so-called kids and laughed. "I did the same as you have done to me, but with your grandfather—a tyrant who killed and slaughtered thousands of his citizens with no regard. At the time, I led the rebellion. And now you all are doing the same to me. It seems what goes around really does come around, just like how this world is a sphere, rotating through the universe, making a complete circle. Like the circle of life, I, too, will live and die, just as my father did. One of you will share the same fate. "

"Enough! We will not be like you!" The third son yelled.

"Really?! Then who will be the King when I die? Will you three govern this kingdom? Or will your greed take over and have you kill the ones you once called comrade! Hilarious!"

King Percy stepped down from his throne, seemingly becoming madder and madder.

"The crown is nothing but a pile of lies and bones. Bloodshed and horrors made the walls of these castles. The more you sit on this throne, the worse you get until you can't keep your sanity!"

"Enough with your lies! It's time for you to die!"

A sword stabbed through King Percy's chest. In his last moments, he spat out his curse. "Just like me, you will all lose your sanity, never to be satisfied, never to be happy. May you be cursed like I have been cursed."

And with that, King Percy fell to the ground; the Host's soul was yanked quickly out of the body.