The sea churned, the wind whipped and changed directions rapidly, lightning filled the air. It was easy to see that neither Zeus nor Poseidon were happy with his travel through and above their domains. His black pegasus whinnied every time a strike got a little too close, some times even flying in circles, refusing to go further for several minutes. During those minutes, Carter wondered if his gamble would pay off. If he would ever even make it to his destination. Then, when the winged horse would continue on, the thought of what was to be gained would reaffirm his confidence.
He had a deal. If he proved himself to his father, and proved that there was more god in his blood then human, his father would answer his prayer. Hades would purge the human from his blood, his mortal soul would be made immortal. He would ascend in the ranks of the gods. He might even be given domain over some menial task a higher god or goddess no longer wished to carry out. He would see all that would happen, from the end of this age to the start of the next. He would have a say in all the godly matters, even if for the most part they would ignore him.
He grinned as a land mass began to appear. The lightning became more constant, the ocean more violent, but his steed seemed reassured by the promise that land did in fact still exist after his three days of endless flight.
Now Carter could make out the distinct shape of individual trees and buildings rather then colored smudges on a beach. He had a strange sense tingling at the back of his mind that he'd grown accustomed to, the same sort of indescribable feeling you get when you think you're being watched. It was the feeling of approaching death, lingering over the building to his right.
He stopped the pegasus directly over the building, gazing at it from above. Then, without a moments hesitation, flung himself off of his winged steed. It was several hundred feet to the roof, but this wasn't a problem for a child of Hades. He turned his body into shadow, becoming completely insubstantial. Landing on the roof without a sound, Carter closed his eyes, letting his sense of death guide him. He slipped through the roof, one of the perks available to a being without substance, and found himself in a sort of hospital room. A shrill beep would permeate the air ever second or so, hooked up to the nearly dead boy laying still, eyes closed.
He reformed his body, placing a cold hand on the young mans chest.
And to think, all my father wants me to do is prevent death from taking this one so soon.