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Mortem observed his new siblings reaction with a sense of incoming woe. Judging from their looks of utter horrification he could assume that they had never encountered someone like him yet. Though if they had he would have been inclined to meet said person.

"WHAT!" Silena yelled out. While demigods don't live the best lives, the idea that a child of Aphrodite had only recently experienced an act of love unbearable for her to process. She must have heard wrong.

"Um, you mean that the most recent hugs you can remember where the ones within the past two days?" She attempted to gain some clarification. When her new brother shook his head though she then heard a small detail about his life that upset her.

"No. The hugs I have received in the past couple of days from you and mom are the only one I have ever received." Mortem stated. He did not see what the big deal was as these acts of compassion were unnecessary, as well as her reaction to them. Silena looked at him aghast and began stumbling over her words in attempt to formulate whatever idea she had in her head. His other siblings just stared at the scars around his eyes, and the eyes themselves. If the scarring around his eyes drew this much attention he wondered what the rest of his body, which was littered in scars, cuts, burns, bites and bullet wounds from simply existing in the world that he did. Seeing that she was not going to form a coherent thought anytime soon, Mortem moved past Silena and began walking towards the camp. His appearance caught the attention of numerous other campers, all wearing orange shirts with the camp's name on it. Looking down at his own change of attire Mortem was grateful that he had kept the mask off and that he had back ups of the Synskin suit, otherwise he would be more pissed off than he already was about the outfit change. He saw one of the Olympians that were then he was questioned by them. He cared little for the false gods name so he did not bother to ask for it. The other man however was a skinny man dressed in an orange jumpsuit that a prisoner would wear. Both looked up from the skinny one trying to eat some food, yet failing spectacularly and stared at him.

"Ah, if it isn't mister killer. I must say that you being here may very well turn out to be one of the most interesting summers here." The chubby faced one said. The skinny one looked up at him and sneered.

"Oh great another brat." He stated. Mortem simply looked over at him and raised the Hotshot Lasgun that he had in his right arm slightly. He had picked it up from one of the dead Stormtroopers that were with the Inquisitors on the failed assassination mission. The skinny man leaned back and had wide eyes, the chubby faced one simply let out a small laugh.

"I like you already, none of the other crap I get from the "heroes" in the camp. Just silence and blunt, yet veiled threats." The chubby one said. Mortem simply stared at him with his vibrant blue eyes and motioned to the cabins that were spread out in an U shape. The unspoken answer be understood the skinny one had a sadistic grin on his face.

"Until you are claimed by your godly parent you will have to stay with the other undesirables in Herme's cabin." He spoke like he had one a small victory.

"Does being claimed include a image above your head and a change of clothing?" Mortem faked asked. He knew who his mother was and since she sent him here he would stay in her cabin. Regardless of some bullshit claiming rule, though he already had been.

"For children of Aphrodite yes. Your cabin is that one." The chubby Olympian spoke up once more. It would appear that he had no intention of beating around the bush and simply wished for Mortem to go away. He then pointed to a cabin that had the most flamboyant paint design on it out of all the others, consisting of a painted roof, with pillars, and a blue-and-white checkerboard deck. Nodding, Mortem began walking to the cabin. Along the way many eyes were drawn to the metal crate that he carried with him, and the lasgun he had at his side as well. He had limited his use of his Exitus rifle and pistol until he could find a way to recreate the ammo for it. So in the mean time, he would make use of the other weapons at his disposal. As he approached the cabin door and was about to knock a voice from behind him was heard.

"New meat ey? Since Clarisse is gone I guess I'll have to give you the initiation." A big kid with a sneer flanked by two other boys of similar stature. Judging from the tone of voice he had Mortem concluded that the 'initiation' was more likely a hazing of some sort. Ignoring them and turning back to the cabin he knocked on the door. As the boys let out cries of distress from being ignored a small girl opened the door. She looked to be about 9 years old and was blonde with pigtails. Her eyes made an immediate dart for his as she simply stared at them. One of the boys then walked up behind Mortem and grabbed his shoulder.

"We need to give your new brother the initiation pip squeak." He rudely spoke to her. She looked up sadly at Mortem and appeared to be having a flashback of sorts. The boy began to pull on Mortem, which lead to the swiftest knocking out he had, and would ever receive, as Mortem simply rotated on his heel and delivered a quick punch to the boy's temple. Kicking the boys unconscious body into one of the other boys, Mortem set down both the crate and the lasgun, that apparently no one seemed to notice he had. One of the other boys rushed him at, for a kid, decent speed with the intention of punching him. All he got in the end though was a rifle butt to the throat. As he dropped to the ground the last of the group of boys removed the leader from on top of him, only to get a roundhouse to the side of the head, incapacitating him. Temple assassins do not prolong their fights, unless necessary, this was not a necessary fight though. Seeing all three of the would be attackers were down, Mortem turned back to his little sister as her eyes were now the size of saucers. Both silently looked at each other until Mortem pointed past her into the cabin and she moved aside.

To say that Aphrodite's cabin was a Barbie house on steroids would be an accurate assessment, however Mortem had no concept of what a Barbie was so to him it was as if a noble has an obsession with all things pink and cosmetic. The air was filled with perfume and there were posters of various men and women lining the walls and beds. there were twelve others in the cabin, including the girl who answered the door. They all stared at Mortem until the girl who let him in spoke up.

"Sooooo, um, are you new here?" She asked. Mortem nodded as the males in the cabin let out a 'yes' at having another dude in the cabin.

"Um ok well, Silena is the head counselor so she will have to assign you a bed, but she won't be back for a bit. She is patrolling the camp." The girl explained.

"I am aware of her location, I vaporized some creatures that attempted to attack her and our other siblings." Mortem stated. He had no problem referring to these people as siblings since, A. they technically were, and B. he grew up on a Death World with no formal parents or relatives, your family was who you survived with, not who you were blood related to. Though by the time he was taken from his home planet most of his pseudo family had died from the hazards of the planet.

"Um, what?" One of the males at the far end of the cabin asked. The group all looked at the lasgun in his hand and looked back up to him.

"I vaporized the monsters that sought to end Silena and her company's lives." He reiterated for clarity.

"Uhhh ok then. Do you have a schedule yet?" The same guy asked. Mortem shooked his head in response.

"Negative, I have only recently got here and sought to find a place to set this aside." Mortem said as he motioned to the Imperial storage crate he been using as an oversized lockbox.

"Well until Silena gets back you are going to have to hold onto it." His brother said. Mortem nodded and moved the crate off to the side and sat on it. His sibling looked at him, waiting for him to say something, an introduction most likely. Well, they would have to keep waiting. A couple of hours passed as Mortem remained unmoving on the crate. He was planning, running situations in his head on what to do with humanity during this time period. He would have to set up connections with people in positions of political power, as well as economical power. That and if then Warp did not exist in this dimension how would humanity break the speed of light? That and if the Olympians did not want them to, how would Mortem go about removing them from existence? His sibling simply stared at him as he sat there unmoving and began to start thinking that he was dead. Two hours of not moving, when one should have ADHD, was not normal. Eventually Silena and the others walked in the cabin, gone was their armor and weapons.

"Oh thank the gods. Silena we need to find him a bed and fast because he is beginning to frighten me." Lacy, the young girl who opened the door for Mortem, told her sister. Silena looked over at the statue like Mortem, his vibrant blue eyes becoming more terrifying than beautiful.

"Um, how long has he been like that?" Silena asked looking at her brother.

"Two hours." Mitchell, the boy who was talking to Mortem earlier, said.

"Wow." Was all Silena could think to respond with. Walking up to him and seeing his eyes quickly dart over to her, she stopped and pointed to an empty bed that had a bunch of designer clothes on it. A bunch of the girls groaned and began to move their clothes that had been on the bed off of it. Mortem walked over to the bed and set the crate down next to it. At the end of the bed was a large empty chest, that was about the same size as the crate he had brought. Looking it over he had caught the attention of one of his sisters.

"They are enchanted so only the person who it belongs to can open it, you just have to put your name on it and it should work." She stated. Everyone freaked out when he pulled out a very large knife from the crate and carved the word Mortem into the chest. He then turned and placed the rifle he had with him into the chest.

"Oh, well it is meant for close but I guess you can put a-." His sister's rambling was cut off when he began pulling out all of the wargear he had in the crate and took inventory. One Hotshot Lasgun, one Exitus rifle and pistol, one Neuro Gauntlet, one Needle rifle, one Power Sword, one C'tan Phase Blade, one AEtheme Combat Knife, 7 things of Synskin, one Vindicare Spy Mask with a skull pattern on the face, one Bolt Pistol, several grenades, and a lot of ammunition for the guns. Mortem looked up from placing his gear into the chest and saw looks of terror on all of his sibling faces. Apparently this was abnormal.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh, we have an armory." Silena slowly stated. Her brother was packing some serious heat, though she did not recognize any of it barring the knife and sword. Maybe Charlie would know, or Clarisse when she got back. Mortem looked up spoke.

"No." It was a very calm and cold no.

"Um, what about your clothes? Where would those go?" She tried to reason with him. One weapon was fine, but an armory was something else.

"This is all I have." Mortem moved his arm up and down motioning to the new clothes he had. That was a bad thing to say as now he had committed another horrendous crime, not have any clothes. He was surrounded by all of his sisters so fast that they appeared to have teleported and was bombarded by questions of how he could only have one outfit. Eventually through the noise they had decided to grab some of his brothers spare clothes to give to him. But they had to make sure it fit.

"Alright….um...Mortem, put these on and see how it looks." Lacy said as she was told his name, or lack of name, by Silena when she asked. She handed him a pile of various shirts of Punk and Rocker make since they all agreed that the style he had was pretty good looking on him. Skulls and black seemed to be his go to design. Mortem stared at them with an 'are you fucking serious' look and hoped that they would go away. But they would not cave on this so he stood up removed his hoodie, and shirt. He stopped undressing when he heard 'OH SHIT' from effectively everyone in the cabin. Looking over to one of the mirrors, which were in abundance, he saw what had freaked them out. His body.

"...W-wh-what...ha-happ-haappened?" Silena asked in a very soft voice. She had thought the scars around his eyes were bad, they were tiny cuts in comparison to the rest of his body. Which was way more muscled and toned than anyone elses at camp, like he had a six pack and was in great shape. But it looked like he should be dead at the same time. His upper right chest was covered in cuts and burns, his upper left chest was riddled with bullet indents, his stomach had long scar lines going across them, his sides had teeth marks that a shark would leave, and just no part of him was normal. None of them could remove their eyes from it. Mortem looked back at them and still had that neutral and cold face.

"Life." Was his one word answer. Though that was meant to relieve any questions they would have, his answer only put more questions in his sibling mind. The chief one was who was their new brother?