I started this a while ago, but I think the concept is cool and I'm in a posting mood so let's see what you all think.

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Hades Pov

He couldn't believe this was happening. First Nyx was chosen. 'Okay,' he thought, 'One could be a coincidence.' Then he was picked. There was no way the two mortal gods had been chosen by accident. Now he was watching the reapings from other districts. Sure enough, district one was Zeus and Hera. All twelve olympian gods, plus eleven minor gods and a titan. They were being rounded up for the slaughter.

It was bad enough that Kronos had risen and named himself president of this place, Panem. But, he had managed to round up the gods as well. Instead of outright killing them as they had expected, he turned them all into mortal teenagers and scattered them throughout the districts. Some of them thought they would just have to live out their lives as pathetic mortals, but others, like Hades, knew it was only a matter of time until this happened. The hunger games was such a perfect solution they all should've seen it coming.

"Should've, would've, could've." He muttered to himself. Now they were going to kill each other on live, mortal television, for Kronos's sick pleasure. Though in the end, one 'tribute' is left standing. If it was someone like Zeus there was no way he'd be left to live, but someone like Nyx, or me, he thought, someone who wants to live out their life in peace and not make trouble might be allowed to live.

He wondered if he might actually make it through this, but eventually he shook his head. He'd pissed off too many of the other gods, he probably had a huge target on his back already. He was strong enough to survive for a while, but there was no chance he'd be the last one standing.

"May the odds be ever in your favor." He chuckled. The odd were never favoring the lord of the dead, why should they favor a 17 year old boy named Hades?

Artemis Pov

To say Artemis was pissed would be an understatement. She was adjusting fine to mortal life, being a tad more cautious than than usual, but otherwise, her lifestyle hadn't changed much. Now she was being ripped away from the simple life she'd come to enjoy, and for what? To be killed like the beasts she hunted?

Though the carpet was soft, Artemis' well trained ears heard familiar footsteps sneaking up behind her.

"What do you want Apollo?" She snapped. Not bothering to turn around. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on top of hers. The biggest problem with the whole 'turning mortal thing' is that they were still living as siblings, and he was a year older than her. She was more mature so at 14 and 15 they looked the same age, but biologically, he was ten months older.

To say that drove her nuts would be the understatement of the millennia.

"So how are we going to do this sis?" He asked, his blond curls dangling in her face. She pushed him aside.

"I don't know, and I really don't care. Once we get in the arena, I suggest you stay away from me because now if you get too annoying, I can just shoot you." He laughed then nodded grimly.

"I guess my good looks will only get me so far." He said, and for the first time in quite a while, he wasn't making a joke. The sun began to set and Apollo let out an enormous, exaggerated yawn.

"I'm going to sleep, you?"

"You know the night is my domain. Whether or not I can actually control it any more." She said, he nodded and disappeared. She watched the moon, wishing with all her heart that she was up there with it, flying her chariot across the star speckled sky, watching the world rest.

She loved her brother, truly she did, but she couldn't think of family ties during this upcoming battle. After all everyone in that arena would be related in some way shape or form. She shivered a little, though the train was heated to at least 70 degrees. There were quite a few former immortals she wouldn't mind putting an arrow through but she would only have a chance at a handful. Could she win this? Hades yes. But could she live without most of her extended family?

'Fratricide.' She rolled the word around in her mouth, wondering if a stone would grow in her stomach. 'The killing of one's brother,' she thought, eyebrows furrowed, dark eyes tearing out into the night.

So that's that. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to see more, I live on reviews. Thanks for reading.