Dead
The Fields of Elysium. It was the place where all demigods hope to go some day, and it was not an easy trip there. But even after judgment and an entrance to Elysium, they still had to bathe in the River Lethe to rid themselves of worldly troubles. But the souls in Elysium wish to remember, from time to time, what there lives once were.
For the past sixteen years that souls have not stopped remembering. Sometimes the past is hazy, blurred by the joy in Elysium that feeds the soul like wine does the body, but they still cling to memory. They simply look around and see the eight missing souls, and they remember. They remember the day that the first child of Poseidon came to Elysium. They remember when the Great Prophecy, so long ago foreseen by the Romans, was told to them by the child. How the child explained why he had died, told of it only seconds before being killed by the Lord of the Sky.
They remember the Earth awakening. They remember hearing Kronos stir. They remember hearing their plans; they listen far more carefully then any others in the Land of the Dead. They remember realizing that the Prophecy of Seven was sure to come straight after the Great Prophecy: how could they not, when so many children of Apollo were with them? How could they not when they were so deep within Gaia, the Prophetess?
How could they not worry for their family that still lived among the living? How could they not worry that Hades would be taken, and they lose what they have?
How could they not try to help their brethren? Of course they would. They would do the best they could, and remember everything as well.
They only wish that the eight they sent to reincarnate would remember as well.