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SONG: Tennis Corde by Lorde [Flume Remix]

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"Heroes don't exist. Even if they did, I wouldn't be one of them."

-Brodi Ashton, Everneath.

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Location: Mt. Olympus, the top of the Empire State Building.

The clouds gather in clumps of heavy greyness, which only parts when it's giving way to strong gusts of wind blowing in the direction of a floating mountain amongst the atmosphere. The mountain is topped off with a massive, grand pantheon glimmering despite the dark and below, every valley is lit up in rows of yellow lanterns that from a distance looks like stars. It is dark so not much can be seen but during the day, when sunlight is cast warmly upon its inhabitants and the mortal souls below, one can be guaranteed it is very beautiful with the many delicate arches and clean white cobblestone pavements, fields of fresh flowers and lush gardens with crisp, short grass blades, cropped to perfection, as if someone has personally trimmed the grass with small scissors.

Beautiful people dress in Greek chitons and peploses, the white sheets of long robes sweeping the streets as night markets and festivals explode with activity- the Muses singing as lyres pluck to their harmonies, nymphs, and spirits- all servants of the Gods- danced and mingled, while minor gods gossiped, eating and drinking from tables clothed in white silk, which offers gold vases and plates overflowing with Ancient Greek cuisine consisting of the Mediterranean triad: bread, wine and olive oil. Everybody seem in a celebratory mood, which is understandable as it is the winter solstice and since it's been two years since the defeat of Gaea, people are happy to celebrate the era of peace and prosperity that hasn't been shattered.

Well, at least not yet.

In the throne room of Olympus, the Gods are communing upon themselves, discussing when Hades, Lord of the Dead, rise from his throne and approach the middle. The Gods immediately stop talking as they notice Hades taking centre stage, a rarity since the Lord of the Dead usually try to draw as little attention to himself as much as possible.

"Brother," Hades sounds, his voice echoing deeply through the halls, grabbing people's attentions. "We should be discussing the matters concerning the Wallace boy."

Suddenly, the easy, light mood disrupts at the mention of the topic. Tension pours thickly into the room, like sweet sickly honey, and everybody is trapped in its sticky substance. Zeus straightens in his throne, his muscular physique rubbing against the glimmering gilded chair, and stare- or glare, any of the adjectives fit- at his brother with his stormy grey eyes, narrowing as Hades fix him with eyes just as cold.

"Do you have any information?" Zeus asks harshly, like a commander demanding for war reports.

"The Wallace Boy is exactly what we fear," Hades pauses, mostly for dramatic effect: "A product of Kronos."

The room stir in mass befuddlement. Athena, who is cladded in a mass of Greek satin and armour, tuts. "Impossible," she snarls, shaking her head. "Kronos is dead. That Jackson boy took care of him three years ago before Gaea."

"I know," Hades snaps at her, "But I'm afraid that during the time of Kronos's presence on mortal ground, he- in the form of Luke Castellan- must've procreated."

"But that Wallace boy is sixteen," point out Hephaestus logically, "Kronos existed three years ago. The boy should've been only three years old. It doesn't correlate."

Hades nods at Hephaestus in understanding, acknowledging his very potent point and furthering on: "I gather that too but my son, Nico Di Angelo, trace back his origins and saw birth records that went as far as 2002. I'm afraid Kronos must've sent the child back in time, using the full extent of his powers, as sort of an insurance policy."

Zeus flings into violent swearing spree, raging spectacularly in a string of Greek and Latin curses, the roar of thunder and lightning crackling as he bangs his fist on the arm of his throne. When he finally calm down, he zeroes onto Hades: "So what do we do now?"

Apollo, who has been sitting leisurely on his throne with his feet prop upon the arm, pull out an earbud out his ear, and break his silence by raising his eyebrows at Hades, "Okay, dude, I get this guy is like a Kronos spawn but I don't understand why it's such a big deal. I mean, he hasn't done anything wrong yet, right?"

"It's not what he has done," Artemis berates her brother, whacking him in the head with her quiver, "It's what he's going to do."

"My sources," Hades interrupts not too politely, sending a chilling glare to Apollo for attempting to dissolve Hades's argument, "has told me he's been involved in mortal-related attacks recently. The France Bombings were done with Greek Fire, the Boston Massacres were due to Celestial Bronze bullets infused with titanium and uranium and the Mist's weakening has been more severe than ever. Just last week an entire school assembly saw one of the campers from Camp Half-Blood battling a Lycanthrope. I fear that these attacks and happenings are only the beginning. We've learnt our lessons in the two previous wars. We cannot afford more carnage than ever, especially with the growth of population amounting in the Underworld-" Hades adds, bristling in annoyance, "-and we need to act now before the situation becomes out of control."

"So call the demigods," suggests Ares insouciantly as he tosses a knife up in the air casually, expertly grabbing the handle every time gravity brings it back down. "Using those little punks always work."

"May I suggest," Hades prompts again in a business-like facade, "another option as well?"

Zeus regards Hades suspiciously and the animosity between the two brothers heighten once more. "What?"

"Katadiki PenitentiaryFor Half-Bloods." The words seem to have sort of an effect on the Gods, as everybody began talking almost all at once. The general tone of everybody's conversation are a mixture of nervous anticipation and unanimous disagreeing.

"You're joking," laughed Poseidon and when he didn't see a smile come unto Hades face (granted, Hades does not smile that much after all), he tries it again: "Aren't you? That place is for the worst of our children, the worst of the demigods. They're villains, not heroes. You don't ask a villain to do a hero job."

Hades shrugs and his robes shifts, the souls following the motion of the cloth, "Why not? These are the worst of our children. They think differently and maybe they'll understand how the Wallace Boy works, sniff out his strategies and tactics before he uses it on anybody else. The half-bloods are efficient, yes, but it comes at a high cost- a high cost of lives, carnage, and despair. Maybe using these villains might mean a lower death toll, a more strategic means of lowering reconstruction, rehabilitation and even avoiding further destruction."

A silence settles thickly on the Gods, like soft hands closing in on them and holding them captive.

"It's not a bad idea," Athena interjects, out of nowhere, much to everybody's surprise. Hades looks at her with understandable perplexion but for a rare moment, smile at her because she is vouching for his ideas. "But assuming we put these demigods under heavy supervision, make sure they don't commit any crimes and collaborate with the campers of both Roman and Greek camps, what makes you think they'll cooperate? There needs to be some motivation for them to work for us."

"We can free them," Hades mentions confidently, without a waver in his voice, even though the expressions on the other Gods deems Hades with are you crazy looks "After they've done what we ask them to and cooperate without any hassle, consider them forgiven."

They murmur upon themselves, stroking their chins in deep contemplation while talking amongst each other in low voices, blurring into a monotonous buzz in Hades's ears. Tingles prickle up Hades's neck in annoyance and the souls in the seams of his black robes start sliding and rubbing across his body, agitated, embodying his emotions but Hades tries to stifle his irritation as he knows this is a particularly sensitive subject with the Gods, especially since most of the inmates of Katadiki Prison are children of the Olympian Gods.

You see after the war, the demigods loyal to Gaea and Kronos has made their own little paramilitary groups in the memories of their old patrons, trying to wreak their own little havoc and stage their own mini-rebellions. They were inevitably squashed down and captured but nobody had no idea what to do with them until Chiron devised an idea for a prison, a sort of rehabilitation centre for dangerous demigods. It's only been a year since the prison has been in used but it's been taking up way too much space in the Underworld and with the recent tragedies in the mortal world, Hades need as much solutions as possible to solve the situation of congestion. Honestly, the paperwork for it is just ghastly!

"We have come to a conclusion," Zeus announce thunderously- no pun intended, bringing everyone's attention back to the elephant in the room. "We'll agree to do this but you're overseeing the entire operation."

"Of course, my lord," Hades has to bite his tongue from the urge to pull an unpleasant face as he spits out the 'My Lord' part, stretching his features into sort of a strained thank-you smile to avoid any hostilities. "I'll have my enquiries working on it immediately."

"And we'll need a name for this operation," Zeus reminds Hades, "Any suggestions?"

Hades tilt his head to level his gaze with the other Gods and smile chillingly. "What about AntiHeroes?"

so the premise is relatively simple: suicide squad meets percy jackson. i didn't really want to do a crossover but i thought how cool it'd be to have villain demigods. like SRSLY. because demigods are meant to be heroes but what if they weren't? what if they were fucked up indviduals who killed people and shit? WHAT IF THERE'S A PRISON FOR THEM?

because i was re-reading the lost hero and then piper was like: do godly parents ground their kids in the underworld or smth?

and i got hit by the idea like a thousand ton truck, like ALRIGHT. MILLION DOLLAR IDEA. I'M INSPIRED. that aside, below is the set of rules and the form. but first, the rules because anarchism doesn't always work. :)

ULES

1. Review before submitting. I want to see what you think of my writing style and the setting of the story.

2. Send OCs through PM only. The reason for this is because if I have an enquiry on your character and you're a Guest

3. Detail is appreciated. Please put some love into those characters.

4. No carbon copies of the original cast. You can have similarities. For example: So and so is broody and mysterious, like Nico, but I also want different characters. Make sure you make them INTERESTING. Racial diversity is also extremely important. Don't be afraid to be very liberal to your characters- make them gay, transgender, I don't care. Actually, a transgender character sounds pretty lit.

-Sues and Gary-Stus. This is pretty self-explanatory. I mean, you're in Fanfiction and you have no idea what a Mary Sue is?

6. There are six spots for the main roles (3 girls, 3 boys) but even if you didn't make the main roles, you might get supporting cast [think Clarisse, Drew, et cetera]. Pertaining to my third and fourth rule, the more detail and the more interesting your character is the most likely chance you'll get a spot. This won't be a first-come-first-serve basis.

7. Speaking of characters, you can make them relate to the original cast but not directly. For example, your character could be a cousin of Leo from his mother's side or something like that but you can't be a sister or a brother as that complicates things.

9. In order to make sure you have read the rules, please put 'i like pizza' at the end of your form.

ALSO, THE FORM IS ON MY PROFILE! I REPEAT IT'S ON MY PROFILE.

General

Full Name (First, Middle, & Last):

Nickname:

Age (12-21):

Gender:

Sexuality (also please state if they're in or out of the closet):

Appearance

Weight:

Height:

Skintone:

Race:

Hair (Length, style and anything else you want to put):

Eye (Color, shape anything you want):

Clothes:

Facial Structure:

Tattoos/Scars/Birthmarks:

Anything Else:

Any celebrity look alike?:

Mental/Emotional

Personality (Be descriptive- a paragraph MINIMUM):

Quirks:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Fears:

Hobbies:

Secrets:

Dreams for the future:

Introvert/Extrovert:

Optimist/Pessimist/Realist:

Fatal Flaw:

Background

History (if they're a prisoner in Katadiki Penitentiary, please explain how they got there and why. If they're a regular camper, you can explain how they got to the camps]

Homelife:

Mortal Parent:

Divine Parent:

Roman/Greek:

Other Family:

Hometown:

Relationship with mortal parent:

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Battle

Weapon/s:

Powers:

Armor:

Magical Items:

Skills:

Fighting Style:

How they act in battle (Both strategically and mentally):

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Misc

Anything you want to see in the plot involving your character:

Theme Song?:

Thoughts on Gods:

Thoughts on Demigods:

Thoughts on Mortals:

Quotes:

Anything Else: