RuleBreakers

Chapter one: Shackled

Lilac looked average.

She had brown hair and skin that was white, but not too pale. She had eyes that looked toffee at first glance, but then, if you looked long enough, seemed to take on a certain glimmering shimmer. She was polite to her neighbors, and if you asked anyone who lived in the apartment at 582 Clayton Ave. about the girl who lived in the penthouse, they would say she was nice, polite, perhaps 18 years of age, pleasant conversationalist, and so shy.

If you found a teenager with intelligent, catlike eyes who dressed simply in corduroy pants with a matching long sleeved shirt and a tiny cat logo in the same color on each shoulder and was impressively muscled, and asked about a certain girl who dressed in jeans and a lilac blouse and had toffee eyes, white skin, and brown hair, however, they would look at you with fear in their eyes and tell you straightaway that that girl was evil and dangerous and that you should stay away at any cost. Then they would dash off into the darkest alleyway they could find.

And, if you scoured the earth carefully for a little girl in an asylum and asked her about a girl fitting this description, she would look at you with wide, fearful blue eyes and say that that girl was evil, a demon from the darkest place, and the child would not stop there. She would go on to say that if you watched her long enough, she would work black magic, and change until she had a black leather jacket with red smeared on it that looked like fresh blood, along with a red leather skirt, wielding two whips made of scalding red light. She said that her eye color changed to red that glowed like a stoplight and her hair became black, like a wave of tar converting her hair into darkness. Saying such was what got this child locked in a mental institution in the first place.

But no one went to this trouble because no one would ever suspect anything out of the ordinary. It would be near impossible to find out anything about this girl unless.

Unless you somehow stumbled across an ArchWay. ArchWays were portals, of a kind, between the mortal world and a different one. This world was called dominarifecit irritum, or Rule Break. Those who lived there weren't people, not really. They were divine beings, not demigods, not gods, not mortals. They hadn't been born, in a traditional sense. They had been created, but not intentionally. They were different in many ways, but all shared one common similarity. They should never have come into being. They had been plagued by the gods for as long as any of them could remember, been feared because of their potential to usurp the domains of their unintentional creators. Eventually, they had come together as one group, to protect and provide solace to each other. Together, they swore an oath of loyalty to protect the weak, to value life, and to provide tolerance for others like them, who had no place else.

It was this order that Lilac hated with a passion. She had sworn her life to bring it down, to watch as these mighty, moral beings fall before her power. She would then take the one of them that she despised the most, he who had sworn to stand beside her forever, only to leave her when he saw her true aims. She would make him feel the deaths and the pain of all of his partial siblings she had slain and tortured throughout her years.

She was hunting Scorpio, of Serquet and Hades.

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The creepy lady with red whips was most definitely crazy, Percy thought.

He still didn't know exactly how it had happened. It was after their picnic lunch after the Necromanteion ( A.N. FYI, this takes place after chapter 77 in House of Hades, so Reyna is here) and somehow, this teenager girl had snuck up behind them and they had all blacked out. When they woke up, they were all shackled to a wall in a dark, underground room with a different girl dressed in red and black standing across from them.

Piper tried to talk to her. "Hello."

The girl looked around, her face a placid mask, as if she was making sure she was alone. "Liber?" She asked.

Piper stared at her unsure. "What?"

"Liberites?" she asked.

"Uh, no," Annabeth said. "Demigods. You understand?"

"Demigod Liberites?" she asked again.

"Forget it," Annabeth grumbled. "What's your name?"

She looked around again, then shrugged. At that moment, a section of wall slid open and another girl strode in. She radiated power like a goddess, and was obviously in charge. She had a red leather skirt and tunic, and a black cloak that seemed to whisper as it skimmed across the stones that made up the floor of this dungeon-like room. She was flanked by two guards in red metal armor, who stood beside the door as she stalked over to stand in front of them. As she did, the girl, who was young and looked about ten, knelt to the floor.

"Thank you, Amarna," she said, her voice commanding. "You may return to your duties." The girl—Amarna—stood and scampered out of the room. The newcomer strode back and forth across the floor in front of them, and Percy got the feeling that it would be a very bad idea to try to talk to her. After a few minutes, she came to rest in front of them.

"I am Lilac," she said, then, as if having second thoughts, added, "You do all speak English, correct?"

Annabeth, as their go-to clever spokesperson, replied. "Uh, yes. Why does it matter?"

This seemed to amuse Lilac. "Well, there was that time I tried to speak to Chloe in Swedish, but it turned out she only spoke Polish. Go figure. Anyway, since then, I have been much more careful about languages."

Despite the conversational tone, Percy didn't trust her at all.

"What do you want?" Piper demanded. Lilac eyed her.

"What do I want? Well, Anacaona dead at my feet, for one. Scorpio bound in chains, finally mine, as he always promised. The entire infernal society of RuleBreakers bowing to me, rather than their precious Anacaona. Anacaona broken, since I killed all her family. Are you detecting a theme here?"

All of the demigods stared at her in shock. Finally, Annabeth ventured, "Who is Anacaona?"

"My enemy for thousands of years," Lilac growled. "A curse upon the land. An insufferable moral cat!"

"Did you just say cat?" Percy asked incredulously.

Lilac stared at him. "Why, yes, I did.

"Who are you?" Reyna demanded. "And what do you want with us?"

"With you, nothing," said Lilac. "I mean, demigods in general help further my cause, but none of you are children of Nemesis, so the only use most of you could be to me would be extracting your pitiful power. I'm afraid, however, Gaia did tell me that if I delivered two demigods to die for her awakening, she would be most grateful, and would give me what I desire. A place in this world. I could have Scorpio, and Anacaona would die. I could command the RuleBreakers, and all the world. I could make the gods pay. Nothing personal, just an offer I couldn't refuse."

Percy swallowed hard. "Then what happens to the other seven?"

"Oh," Lilac made an airy gesture. "They won't die. Actually, I don't know what happens to their souls once I'm through with them."

"The least you could do is tell us who you are, and who these RuleBreakers are," Annabeth said, trying to stall for time.

"Prolonging your life?" Lilac asked. "Stalling for time? It makes no difference. However, I shall tell you, if only so that you know why you are dying." She stood in front of the demigods and began to speak.

Ok, so here's chapter one of my new Percy Jackson fanfic. Like my others, there is no end in sight, and I am planning a series of one shots explaining all of the OCs that come later. Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series.