Chapter One

Luke Castellan was on his knees in front of the nine demigods and the Satyr. His shoulders and wings shook as he sobbed into his hands. His blond hair was perfectly cut shortly on his head. The jeans and white t-shirt were clean except for the grass stains he had made on his knees from where he was on them on the grass. Tears fell onto the ground. Where the droplets landed, flowers began to blossom. It would've been a beautiful trick if he didn't look like he was in so much pain and agony.

Annabeth Chase knelt down in front of him, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other in her lap. Percy stood behind her with Riptide in hand, ready to smite the angel if he made a move. "Luke," she whispered, "why are you crying? Look at me, please, why are you crying?"

His white wings fluttered and three feathers fell. He reached over to touch them, but they turned to ash when his fingers made contact. He winced and pulled his hand back into his lap. With his other, he rubbed his eyes until he saw dots.

"Luke," Annabeth tried again, "please tell us. How did you get here? Why are you crying?"

He lifted his head and Percy felt his breath catch. The angels eyes were shattered like broken glass. The tears had burned into his face. His wings shuttered again. His hands were shaking so badly Percy wasn't sure if he was being electrocuted or not.

"They killed them..." he croaked out to her. "They killed them and threw me out of Elysium."

"Who did they kill?" Percy Jackson asked.

"More importantly, how did you get wings if they threw you out of Elysium?" Nico diAngelo asked a little more forcefully. "You shouldn't have even gotten wings in the first place."

Luke Castellan looked up at Percy and fire burned in his pupils - literally. It was for a split second, but it caused Annabeth to lean back some. "They killed my little girl and her mother," he said. His voice almost sounded demonic now, almost horrifying. "They killed my family. They also murdered that Goat Boy trying to get to Kaylee..."

"Goat Boy?" Coach Hedge asked. There was a slight nervous jump in his voice. "Who?"

Luke turned his head to look at Coach Hedge. His scar looked wickeder now. He was beautiful, but a scary beautiful. A beautiful that caused nightmares. It reminded Nico of Cupid.

"Grover Underwood," Luke snarled. "That stupid goat..." Luke tightened his hands into fists. He was becoming less beautiful and more terrifying.

"Who?" Annabeth asked, touching his shoulder gently, almost nervously.

"The archangels," he growled. "And they cursed me to be one of them."

Two weeks before...

Kaylee giggled in Erin's arms. "Mommy!" the two year old smiled. "Me do it!"

Erin smiled. "Let me fix your hair, baby, and then we'll go play." Kaylee hugged her teddy and let Erin brush her blonde hair.

It had been hard on her for the past three years. The first two weren't so bad. Luke had been there. He had helped so much by raising their daughter with her. Kaylee loved him, clinging to him whenever he was around. He would call every day twice a day, checking on them when he couldn't make it home that night. Sometimes his personality changed quickly and she knew that he had been taken over again, When that happened, she would tell him she had to give Kaylee a bath and he would hang up, but he usually kept Kronos under control, for the most part.

When he was around Kaylee and he felt the urge, he would lock himself in the basement. Erin remembered hearing him screaming and breaking things. She would hold Kaylee for a few hours until he finally came back up. Sometimes he would be okay, other times collapsing in her arms from exhaustion.

But one day the calls stopped. She didn't get a call for a week before she finally called him, which was something that had been forbidden. A boy had answered and told her that Luke has killed himself in the war to send Kronos back to Tartarus. When asked who she was, Erin had lied and said that his mother was wondering about her son. Obviously, this boy didn't know his mothers story.

Erin cried for days, unable to go to his funeral because they held it at Camp Half-Blood and the godly blood in her wasn't strong enough to pass into the camp.

Plus no one could know about them. Not even Chiron could know about Kaylee because she was basically a demi-titan. Zeus would kill her, and there wasn't anything she could do to stop him from killing her daughter. So she sat at home in one of his t-shirts looking at her engagement ring as Kaylee played with her toys and things. She had his hair and eyes, but Erin's cheekbones, mouth, and nose. She was the sweetest little thing you could meet, friendly to everyone, and a smart little thing, too. She could already count to twenty and say her ABC's. They've been working on writing her letters now.

There was a rapid knock on the backdoor. Erin yelped, dropping the brush and tensing. Why would someone be at the backdoor? Who would come to visit? Her parents wouldn't speak to her anymore, ever since she moved in with Luke and got pregnant. Her friends from work never came over, and they wouldn't use the backdoor. The only one who would use the backdoor would be Hermes, but she highly doubted the god would make house calls just to visit his granddaughter.

Erin reached behind the couch cushion and pulled out a three foot bronze sword Luke has stolen from Camp Half-Blood. It was a normal training sword, but it could do enough damage to get Erin and Kaylee away quickly enough to call for help.

"Kaylee, go get your backpack and hide," she said as she stood up slowly. "If Mommy gets hurt, run to the neighbors, okay?"

"Okay, Mommy!"

Erin kissed her head. "Good girl." Kaylee ran off and pulled on a Barbie backpack.

Erin looked out the window. A nervous boy stood there, looking around. He was wearing a rasta cap with long jeans and bulky looking shoes. In his back pocket was a smashed up tin can. Erin moved in front of the backdoor, took a deep breath, and then swung it open. She pushed the sword to his throat.

The boy bleated, stumbling back so quickly he fell on his bum. One of his shoes popped off to reveal a black hoof. She took a single step out, keeping the sword as steady as she could hold it and pointed at him.

"Who are you?" she demanded. "Why are you knocking on my door?"

"P-please!" he bleated again. "My name's Grover Underwood. I'm here to protect you and get you and Kaylee to safety. Luke's wishes."

Erin shoved the sword a little farther, but was scared to take another step. "Luke's dead. I don't believe you."

"H-he wrote to me!" Grover said. He starts to dig in his pocket but she takes another step, sword a little more forceful this time. "I swear, please!"

He pulled out a wrinkled up note and held it out to her. She scanned over it. It was his hand writing. At the bottom was her address and Luke's signature. There was almost tears in her eyes. Almost. How could he write to a goat but not to his fiancé? Or, should she say, ex-fiancé. She wasn't sure if she could still call herself her fiancé if she was dead. But then again, he could write from the dead.

"It's confusing, I know," Grover said. "Can I come in and explain?"

With shaking hands, Erin lowered the sword. "But if you try anything, I will kill you."

Grover pushed himself up. "I promise, I will not."

Erin sighed, "Then come on in."