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His skin was as pale as sheet and his eyes as black and dull as lead orbs. He had jet black hair, combed neatly and parted down the middle, and a slender frame. But everything about him seemed to be twisted, as if Mother Nature was making him and suddenly changed her mind and left him half-done. The man seemed to be in his mid-20's but you could never be sure with such people. Their ambition and tenacity to do something terrible seemed to keep them ageless. Everything, from the way his lips twisted into an evil smirk, the way his eyes glinted maliciously and the way he was lacing his fingers together as if he was scheming something ugly, made everyone shudder. And even though his face remained void of any emotion, his cold and dark eyes gave away his purpose of something evil, something sinister. He was a whole man, but everything about him appeared to be broken, as if his face, body and legs were made separately and then finally put together, in some misshapen form. He was wearing a pitch black tuxedo, which brought out his pale skin even more.

"I was getting quite tired of your nonstop babbling." said the man in his deep voice.

"Where are our friends?" asked Jace, his voice trembling with indignation.

"Now now, what's the hurry young boy? I am a man who keeps his word. You came here before the second day ended and therefore my part of the promise shall be kept." he said in his cold voice, lacking any emotion.

"What do you want?" Percy growled.

"Oh I want a lot of things but that's not the point now. Is it?"

"Just tell us what you want." Harry said in a deadly voice.

"I want your blood. All of yours." The man said directly without even blinking, as if it was every day that teenagers faced a maniac who wanted their blood.

"Not this stuff again" groaned Leo, "Why is it always us who need to donate their blood? Last time I checked, my blood type was quite normal. Well, as normal as a demigod's blood can be."

"Jokes apart, if you're really asking why your blood is needed, why, the answer is simple" cooed the man.

"But who are you? What do you want our blood for? Why us and where are our friends?" asked Jace, without stopping for a breath.

"You really are in a hurry." said the man exasperatedly, massaging his temples with his gloved fingers. "Kids these days…. They don't fail to give me a headache. As for who I am, you can call me the Undertaker, a pretty cool name if you ask me."

"I beg to differ" said Simon, "You sound like a Mafia boss or something"

"You brat- started the Undertaker, only to be interrupted by Ginny this time, "But why do you need our blood"

"Quite an impatient bunch aren't you?" he asked

"To answer your questions, it is indeed important that I take your blood. After all you are the legends."

He let his sentence hang in the air as if waiting to create an impression. At length he added, "You all were mere kids when you took upon great evils and found it in yourselves to burden your shoulder with the safety of not only your family and friends but the whole world."

He paused for a moment and then resumed his explanation, "You are mere kids and your names are already bound to be recorded in history. Every child knows your names and for what? Just because of defeating a bad guy by pure luck. You don't really have any talent. Just because you have powers, doesn't mean that you actually know anything. And I suffered from negligence all these year. It's not fair that without even doing anything, you gained fame. Nothing you ever do can be labelled as wrong. Me? I strived to make people notice me. I begged for their attention. And all I got was contempt."

The Undertaker's voice had risen to a bitter shout as he ended his explanation. When he realized that he had been shouting, he composed himself and continued,

"I was left behind by my fool-hardy parents, who didn't even pretend to care for me. No one was there who would look after me and even the orphanage I was allowed to stay at till the age of five, kicked me out. You want to know why?"

When he received no reply from them he snickered and said, "Because no one was there to pay for me! That was the reason they kicked a helpless five year old out. And that was the day I pledged to myself that I'll gain power, immense power, myself one day, and the day I do, the whole world will tremble at my feet."

His raspy voice erupted into a stream of maniacal laughter and all of them flinched.

"Now to get to some serious business" he said, composing himself, "You give me blood and I give you back your beloved friends"

"We won't do anything until we see our friends" said Annabeth

"And may I remind you, you haven't told us what you need our blood for" said Hermione, who had been quiet for quite long time.

"Very well, I see you can be satisfied only with full answers." the undertaker said. "I need your blood to resurrect my master. Only the blood of the most powerful can be used to resurrect him. He once saved me from the cruel world. He saw that I was angry and he took me under his care. I was saved from humans. My master rescued me and therefore I am indebted to him. If I fulfill his wish, he will grant me immortality. And then think of the power that I will bear. People will shudder at the mere sound of my name." the Undertaker was, for a moment, lost in his dreams.

"You're crazy." Isabelle said. "You're a mad man and I'm not giving my blood for the entire world."

"Very well. I see I have no other option." He said. "Bring them in."