I stormed though the Pomerian Line. I heard Terminus's shouting for me to stop, and I felt his powers take my weapons from my hands, or at least my individual weapons—mainly my belt and everything in it. Terminus continued to shout my name, or at least the name he knew me by, Emer. Seth also called my alias—Emer—and I ignored him. I ignored Terminus as well. I ignored the legionaries who had decided to try and stop me which I quickly dodged. I didn't try and fight them, just tried to avoid them without losing sight of my goal, which just happened to be:

Finding the Praetors of New Rome, Reyna and Jason, thenBeating them up until they tell me where Luka is, orAsking them nicelyBut that wasn't as much fun.

"Emer! Calm down! Calm down!" Seth yelled. He followed me across the lawns, yelling my alias. Whereas on the other hand:

"EMER STOP RIGHT THERE! RED ALERT! RED ALERT! STOP! WEAPONS ACROSS THE POMERIAN LINE! WEAPONS! WEAPONS! STOP HER! STOP RIGHT THERE!" and then Terminus called me a few choice names that will not be repeated. I thought he was going to faint from my audacity with the whole Assassin over the line without permission thing. I burst into the Senate House, the doors flying open behind me.

Inside was a boy and a girl talking to Reyna and October. He looked kind of familiar. The boy had dark hair and eyes. His hair was shaggy and close to his shoulders. He looked tired and though he also looked younger than me he seemed to have seen more than I ever have, or possibly ever will. He wore an old aviator's jacket, and black clothing under it. He also wore a three-foot black sword on his belt. How'd he get that through Terminus? Next to him was the girl. She had black skin, and cinnamon colored hair. Her gold eyes glowed innocently, and she looked really shy, and uncomfortable, like she was unused to being the center of attention. Well she didn't have to be anymore.

I strode over to Reyna. Steaming mad. "Where is he?" I asked before almost choking her to death. I gave her enough room to answer my question. Her dogs growled at me but I ignored them like everyone else. "Where. Is. He?" I snarled. Reyna squealed, trying to breathe, she clawed at my hands, but I was having none of it. Everyone else surrounded me, ready to attack. They watched as I held one of their leaders by the throat.

"Emer, we don't want to do anything stupid, let the praetor go."

"Shut up Octopod." I hissed.

"Oh, name calling, ever so clever." He snipped. Not the best idea right now.

"Shut UP!" I screamed at him. I didn't have time for this.

"WHERE. IS. HE?"

"Who?" Reyna asked.

"Where." I gritted my teeth. "Is." I tightened my grip. "Luka?"

"I. Don't. Know." Reyna choked out. Fear gleamed in her eyes. Then I realized. She really didn't know. Did she? She wasn't lying. She really had no clue where Luka was. Then why did Hestia say to find the daughter of Bellona?

I let her go.

No one moved.

Reyna rubbed her neck. Orange glared at me. Seth put his arm around me comfortingly. Everyone else stared.

"Vesta said he was here. Why isn't he here? Where is he?" I put my head in my hands. "I'm sorry Reyna. I made a mistake."

"You're apologizing? What happened to you?" Reyna asked.

I smiled. "Seth happened." He put his arm around me tighter.

"Seth?" Reyna asked.

"Hi." Seth said waving blandly.

"Is he a replacement for Luka?" I was almost at her throat again, but Seth held me back.

"No."

"Then why are you looking for him?"

"Because a goddess asked me too."

Then the boy who had been watching this spectacle he whole time said. "Are you looking for Luka Ravenwood?" he asked. Everyone looked at him; we had momentarily forgotten he and the girl were there.

"Yes. How did you know?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Turn on a television." He turned to Reyna. "Now. Take Hazel or I'll never tell this girl here how to find him until you do."

Reyna rolled her eyes. "Fine! I am sick of you begging. Hazel I must talk to you about your acceptation here. Octavian, give the Ambassador and our new visitors here their needs, then have them leave." She was glaring at me while she said this.

"Aw, I love you two Reans-Beans." I said sweetly.

She growled then took the chocolate colored girl—Hazel—by the arm and turned her attention away from me. Orthodontist nodded and we followed him. The legionnaires parted for us, and showed me their weapons and strength as I walked past. We walked through New Rome and to the Temple of Pluto. Seth's eyes were wide and he asked many questions as we walked through.

"Ambassador of Pluto?" I asked the boy once we arrived at the Temple. The boy knelt in front of the Alter, prayed then turned his attention to me.

"Look." I told him. "As much as you're cool, kid. I need to talk to you. Without Orangutan here."

"My name is Octavian!"

"Sure it is, Olaf." I told him, patronizingly. He grunted in frustration and started yelling and cussing me out. But with one look from this Ambassador kid and he was silent. The kid turned to me and nodded.

"Augar, please accompany us out of Camp Jupiter." The kid asked.

"Why?"

"This is not something of Romans." He said. Then I knew who he was. I knew I had seen him before, I just couldn't remember where. His name was Nicola di Angelo, or more commonly referred to as Nico. He was the ghost king. He was the son was Hades.