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Normal POV

The eight followed their captors into a long, dark corridor, unease pricking at them mercilessly. The new feminine voice was still unseen, spooking them into submission and silence, everything was lost, and it was time that they accepted that. For now at least, there would be an opportunity to beat them later, right? They traveled for at least five minutes, the temperature dropping continuously as they made their way through the winding, cobblestoned maze.

Finally they found themselves parked outside a large metal woven door, the metal so thick that you couldn't see what was on the other side, even though every time you looked at it you thought you could, due to the various holes created.

There was a flash and all of the nine had their hands outstretched, reaching for the doors, different colors shrouding them and filling their eyes. Another figure, presumably the one who had spoken before, appeared clad in a milky white cloak, hiding their face and body features.

A scream sounded and the cloaked figure threw their-her, the caramel hair was a dead giveaway, as was the scream- head back so that it was parallel with the ceiling, and her arms were flung back and she seemed to be rising oh so slowly from the ground.

Unfortunately for our fiery amigo, she was the smoke that went with his flames, and he might've even rushed to her side if not for the fact that he couldn't move-it seemed that none of them could. Apparently they hadn't taken any precautions when it came to protecting themselves and keeping the enemy at bay.

There was a large crackingly sound accompanied by a large shriek of rusty metals and the door swung open- revealing a black-winged, purple-eyed god named Death. Or Thanatos, if you prefer.

He was chained to a mockery of a throne, broken glass and dried blood, from what, they couldn't tell. His face seemed dejected, as if he had given up hope.

"Alright you can go now Death, just remember to do your job and not actually try to stop us or we'll be seeing you again. In fact, you just might be the escaped soul you'll have to capture," the girl spoke cryptically, anger flooding her voice, growing stronger with every word.

Once again, they used their combined powers to break the chains, the girl putting an even bigger impression on Leo, who was starting to contemplate his actions in the near future, to kind of draw her near him, too bad she seemed to be siding with these creeps though.

Death was gone in an instant, leaving the chamber in a way that nobody understood, due to the speed of the escape.

"Alright, if you guys have your missions, we have to meet Gaea in a couple of hours. It's time to get this show on the road, don't you know?" she spoke, entrancing the joker even more as the other nine left for their respective missions, leaving her with the seven, and one annoying male child with brown curls and a cheerful smile on his face.

She sighed, and sat down cross-legged with her back towards them.

At Gaea's lair…..

Percy was bored and tired, but mainly bored. Afterall, one could only spend so many hours just playing poker and waiting for the world war to start. Well, that and to figure out how he can save his brothers. That was always a hope. It turned out that Gaea hadn't really wanted them for anything, and much to the disappointment of all three she wouldn't let them go back to their rooms. So instead, she had given them a pack of cards and a handful of chips, and had told them to get over themselves, since they only had to wait a few hours.

He watched as another group of monsters erupted into another fight, zoning out Nico's Chaotic's complaining-something about not being able to go play with his pet?

He just hoped that the eight were faring somewhat decently against the others. However, he knew it was futile, each and every one of them was more than capable of handling themselves, they had been created to roll with him and his brothers. Combine that with the fact that they all seemed beyond pleased when their chaotic's got out, and you've got an evil army. He would just have to wait and see how this played out, either good or bad.

Back with the eight….

Calypso was almost ready to start killing them all, starting with the idiot who kept hitting on her, hopefully the others would be back soon and she could cause some damage before they went to Mother Earth.

Hopefully. But the chances weren't that they would be coming into the room within the next five minutes.

"Y'know, when you're angry you're cold shoulder needs to melt. Good thing I can help with that!" the said male spoke again, reduced to the point of petty pickup lines.

And you know what the worst part was? She was starting to fall for them. She blamed her stupid curse, the one that the gods had not relinquished, even though she had left the island. That was why they had to pay. They needed to be destroyed in one way or another. And who best to obliterate them than the ones they've been fighting for centuries?

She cackled while she was in the midst of thought, only stopping when her head was met with a certain amount of brute force. Whipping around she found that the girl Annabeth was standing right by her, apparently her guard went down completely whenever she laughed, good to know. She'd have to keep it in mind, otherwise it could be quite terrible. She glared at the girl, and it hardened by the boy's audacity to think that she was laughing because of him.

She stood up quicker than lightning, lashing out a kick into Annabeth's stomach with abundant ease and grace. She grunted and raced unwillingly through the air as the force sent her into a wall, where she crumpled, yet again unconscious.

Seeing that her foe was dealt with, or at least subdued, she settled back on the ground for a moment. Only to get up again and promptly knock the boy out, he was getting on her nerves, and that was something that she would not tolerate.

"Anyone else?" She asked to the glowering group. No response. Sighing she went to the opposite wall and sat, this time with her back to the wall, as to avoid any more unpleasant surprises. Checking her internal clock, she realized it had only been an hour or so since they left.

Groaning, she let her eyes flicker back and forth, studying the lot again and again until every physical feature had been memorized. Then, she attempted to place each name with the figures, the main one she consistently got correct was Annabeth. She couldn't understand why.

The girl had no obvious connections with her, other than their current situation, and obviously had no romantic feelings for any of the trio, especially after what had just occurred less than two hours ago. However she couldn't shake the feeling that something was up with the teen, and her teeth seemed to be permanently clenched together because she couldn't find out.

As the minutes passed, she found herself looking at the elfish clown who had been hitting on her. Unfortunately, she was slowly being drawn in by his devilishly good looks-even if he was sleeping. His curls were spread out and his face still drawn in a goofy smile that just radiated pure mischief, something she was well known for, back in the good old days. The days before Ogygia…

The time had finally passed and the remaining nine had returned, each triumphant in their task. The dawn of a new era was at hand, and morale was high, the only thing left to do was to join Gaea, spill the blood, and wreck the gods and their pitiful morales! She couldn't wait.

The jumped up, each grabbing one of the eight, well except for two of them-Luke and Calypso, who just shrugged and led the way through the portal that took a solid fifteen minutes to finish creating.

They quickly made sure that their prisoners were each bound and gagged expertly, the newest edition was made do to their tendency to talk back to their captures and since Gaea wouldn't want that… Yeah, you get the point.

Without further fanfare, they dropped into the void, popping out in a shadowy and sulfuric place. Sulfuric enough to make all of the demigods' have physical reactions immediately, making them turn interesting shades.

The next few steps were done in a blur: the blood was slit and the monsters gathered around several portals, ready to be released into the world. Gaea's laughter rung out freely, and the hope vanished from the demigods' eyes.

Soon, only thirteen, sixteen really, and the eight remained in the cavern, where they would wait until further notice-until the second wave of attacks began.

Then, and only then, would they get the revenge they sought, only, some didn't realize that they would be getting their fill as well.

Alright, I know, I'm sorry not at lengthy as the other one, I'm sorry. Anyways, I feel like a lot of progress was made during this chapter! Only a couple more to go ( like three-five and that's stretching it.)

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I know that some of you guys were hoping for a more satisfying ending, but the truth is that I'm starting to lose inspiration for this story, so I'm trying to wrap stuff up quickly, so if there is ANYTHING that I've yet to answer, please let me KNOW so that I CAN clarify it for YOU, hopefully BEFORE I get to the EPILOGUE. DID YOU GET ALL THAT?

Alright, also I'm gonna scrap a lot of the romance, sorry but that's just not gonna work out, I mean there's gonna be a little bit of a nod at the end but not much, especially with the ending that I have in mind now, so yeah…..

Other than that sorry for the long wait and weak return, I've been really busy and I start school up again this coming week so yeah, another reason why I'm desperate to finish this story…..

Please comment/review how I've been doing and anything else that you need done!

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