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I died.

That's a strange thing to say, now, isn't it?

You may be wondering how I'm still able to talk to you. Hmm… to be honest, I don't really know either.

I was a really good person, if I do say so myself. You're probably wondering what that has to do with anything, but don't worry, I have a point. I promise that I'll get to it eventually.

I am a good person. My short, abrupt life wasn't the very best. I was orphaned and grew up being toted from foster home to foster home. Some of them were ok, and some… had a bit to be desired.

But I didn't complain. I persevered and made my way through school, then college.

Of course, I got stuck with massive student loans, but hey, now that I'm dead, I don't have to pay those bitches back anything. Suckers.

So yeah. I got a degree and stuff, but just as I was about to go on the job market, I got a letter from my old orphanage telling me that dear old Mother Tina, the woman who practically raised me, was on her deathbed.

And so, being the good person that I was, I went down to see her.

And then she asked me to run the orphanage in her place.

Fuck it, but I couldn't really say no.

So after Mother Tina passed away, I gave up on my dream job of working on Wall Street and took over St. Eisen's Orphanage.

Regardless of my situation and looming debt, I loved all the kids unconditionally. They were all so sweet and innocent and it wasn't their fault that they got the short end of the stick.

So we made our own family there, at St. Eisen's.

A few years passed and just when a group of us were making our way home from the supermarket, Sophie excitedly ran ahead of us and onto a busy intersection just as the light turned green.

Everybody could only watch in horror when the cars that were already in motion got closer and closer to her.

I'll admit it, I panicked.

I bolted over to where she was and threw her out of the way of the incoming traffic, but unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough to get myself out of the way in time.

And so I died a gruesome death.

The end.

Or so I thought.

Many religions have different beliefs on what happens after death, but I was hella surprised when I found myself standing in front of a man alternating between being horrifyingly skeletal and damn sexy riding a boat.

It was pretty much a blur after that. I ended up in front of a creepy court who deemed that I was good enough to go to 'Elysium'.

Ooooh, I know where I've heard that word before. But before I could dwell on it, I was ushered off to this paradise.

And frankly, it was kinda nice.

Alright, I know that you don't want to hear this, but after a while, Elysium gets kinda… dull.

Hey, I'm just speaking the facts here. It's like a long stretch of beach with spirit servants tending to your every need. But as every person living by a beach could tell you, it kinda loses it's appeal after a while.

So after doing a little asking around, I learned that if I wanted to, I could go to the Isle of the Blessed. Like the ultimate party club that ran 24/7. I was so down. But the catch was that I had to make it to Elysium thrice in a row.

Pshhh, piece of cake. If I made to Heaven by being nothing but me, then it would be easy.

Aaaand then they told me that they were going to have to wipe my memories. I wasn't really happy about that, but hey, YOLO, right?

…That's actually probably not an apt reaction, considering my current situation, but whatever.

So they took me to the river Lethe and told me to skinny-dip in it. Well, maybe they didn't use those exact words, but you know what I mean.

But get this. Even though I went and immersed myself completely in that black river, I didn't forget a thing. Not one. Which was pretty fucking strange, if you ask me. I knew that that wasn't supposed to happen.

But I'm not stupid, so I didn't say anything.

They told me to close my eyes and relax, and I must have dozed off at some point because the next thing I know there are bright lights and loud noises and gigantic people.

I had no idea what the shit was going on so I kinda just stared blankly as I waited for everything to click. And that made the people around me panic even more, then a giant person lifted me up and roughly whacked me on my backside.

That was totally uncalled for and I screamed my outrage. That seemed to calm them down, somewhat.

It was a strange, surreal feeling. I tried to move around and ask them some questions but found that I was unable to do so. And then I was easily picked up and handed to another giant.

Except this one was smiling softly and was really pretty. She had pale, creamy skin with dark hair and warm brown eyes. She spoke gently to me in another language that I couldn't really understand, but she kept on repeating one word to me.

Bianca.

Like I said, I wasn't stupid. Using all of the fairly obvious contextual clues around me, I figured that I was now reborn and that my new name was now Bianca.

Bianca. I liked it. I approve. From henceforth, I shall be known as Bianca.

Then a lower, more masculine voice spoke up. I turned my tiny baby head to meet the gaze of a tall, pale man. He had long black hair and black eyes that indicated more than just a hint of madness.

And that was when my heart dropped.

See, during my time in Elysium, I'd met a manner of interesting folks, and from time to time, the good ol' king and queen of the Underworld would drop by.

So I was under no doubts that this guy was the one and only King Hades, god of the Underworld.

And that was when I started to cry.

The woman cooed and cuddled my blubbering form closer, trying to comfort me, but it kind of fell flat when I heard the next thing the guy said.

"Bianca di Angelo, vi do il benvenuto."

And that was the precise moment where I knew that I was fucked.

I had my suspicions, of course.

In my previous life, I had the pleasure of being introduced to many a fandom when I attended University. I was something of a shameless fangirl, but hey. I refuse to be judged.

And one of the glorious stories that I enjoyed was the Percy Jackson series.

Alright, maybe I was a little obsessed with it. Just a little.

So when I learned that my name was Bianca di Angelo and that my father was Hades… well, you see the connection? Coincidences like this don't just happen.

But the constant doubt festered in my mind all throughout my childhood. Hades, or who I think is Hades, wasn't there really often. He showed up from time to time to check in before he took off again. Real nice guy, he was.

And yet, my mother was enamored with him. Maria, that was her name, another scary coincidence, never seemed upset with anything. She was always smiling and gentle and happy.

I quite liked her. I'm glad that she's my new mom. Especially if I'd grow up to look like her, cuz damn she's pretty.

She was my only constant companion for two years. She cleaned me, fed me, clothed me and just overall raised me without that smile leaving her lips even once.

Gotta give props to the woman, she's a serious badass, especially for virtually being a single mother, especially at this time.

Oh yeah, another weirdly suspicious thing. I'm about 99.8% sure that this isn't the 21st century. Especially with all of those Mussolini posters hanging everywhere whenever Maria took me out on a walk.

But hey, then again, it could always be an elaborate prank. After living in a household of dangerously mischievous orphans for a few years, you learn not to take everything at face value.

But yeah. I was now Bianca, the tiny Italian toddler of Maria di Angelo.

Being Italian is fun. I mean, seriously, do you hear how these people speak? I love it.

Maria was actually something of an heiress, so she had a lot of money. On one hand, that meant her being a single mother was even more socially frowned upon than normal, and on the other, she had enough cash to throw at people to make them shut up and mind their own business.

Not that she would actually throw it. She was way too classy for that.

So I began my childhood in a rich Italian mansion surrounded by rich Italians. Me being me, I learned to walk pretty quickly because crawling around got old real fast.

I picked up on Italian pretty quickly as well. It must be because my baby brain is hardwired for it, I don't know. But in the end I was the most awesome Italian baby ever.

Life was pretty good, except for the niggling fact that I may or may not have been reincarnated into the Percy Jackson universe. Seriously, pressure like that could drive a girl insane.

But I persevered. Because I'm awesome like that. Through the glorious skill of compartmentalization and ignoring the obvious, I made it through the first two years of my childhood virtually unscathed. Well, except for that incident with the shower curtain, donkey and the miniature golf club, but that's a story for another time.

My days of voluntary ignorance came to an end on a fateful Italian day.

I was outside in the sizable garden doing random shit with wood chips and dirt when Maria's gentle voice called me in.

And being the good Italian toddler that I was, I waddled over to her.

She giggled at my dirt smeared state then bent down to wipe off my face. I let her.

"Bianca, I have a surprise for you."

I looked up excitedly at her shining dark eyes. A surprise. I liked surprises. "What is it, Mama?"

She smiled. "You told me that you would like somebody to play with, right? Well, in a few months you'll have a younger brother!"

Even though my mind was whirring furiously, I was genuinely happy with that. "Really?"

Maria grinned. "Really. You're going to be a big sister soon, Bianca."

I whooped and pounced on her, tightly embracing her. A little brother. This was going to be awesome.

And sure enough, seven months later I found myself sitting outside the hospital room my mother was giving birth in. I wasn't allowed in so I was sitting with one of the stuffy maids that was paid to follow me around and be a stick-in-the-mud.

I was trembling with excitement. A real, actual baby brother. I've had dozens of pseudo-siblings in my previous life, but this was special because I had never had a real family.

This little kid was going to be my own little baby brother.

"Bianca, please refrain from moving so much. You're embarrassing yourself."

I ignored her. Stick-in-the-mud.

It had already been hours since Maria had gone in with creepy Hades-lookalike. I wasn't sure I could contain my excitement much longer.

Once again, I praised my decision to be reborn. If I'd stayed in Elysium I'd never have a new baby brother. I am so smart sometimes.

Finally, finally, I was called in. I zoomed into the room, practically pushing everyone out of the way in order to see my little brother.

And there he was, clutched against a smiling, sweaty Maria's chest.

He was so pink and tiny, then he looked at me and yawned.

I fell in love instantly.

"Bianca dear, meet your new brother Nico di Angelo."

That was when all doubts of my current predicament went out the window. I still had a smile on my face as tiny Nico tightly gripped my small finger, but my mind was running thousand miles per hour.

I am undoubtedly in the Percy Jackson Universe.

Somehow, due to a glitch in the laws of nature, I ended up as Bianca di Angelo, the older sister of homicidal goth but lovable Nico di Angelo.

My mother was going to die.

My brother and I were going to spend over 50 years trapped in time.

I was going to die.

And instead of planning for it, I had been dicking around for two entire years.

I looked down at the tiny, innocent form of my new younger brother. That was when I swore to myself.

Just because my goal is to somehow end up in Elysium doesn't mean that I'm gonna allow this life to go as suck-tastically as the original Bianca's had gone.

No, fate can go and screw itself. I'd be damned if I allow Nico to become that hollow shell that he had been in canon.

As Nico cuddled into me, my resolution strengthened. No, the Olympian Gods will have no idea what hit them. Bianca's come out to play, and she's bringing out the big guns, baby.

Holy Mother of God, I have no idea where this entire thing came from. But yeah, that's all for now, folks! Thank you all so much for reading!

This idea literally came from nowhere, so please tell me all what you think. I'm still reeling from the whiplash.

But yeah! Thank you all for reading and I hope that you have an epically fantastic day! See ya!