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Twenty-Five

Mels ended up on that Iris call for almost five hours.

Sadie and Carter were kind enough to silence the courtyard so the shouts of the gods whilst Edward coxed Bella down from the natural high she was on from performing magic for the first time. It didn't help that she kept on growing flowers and making rooms into gardens with the snap of her finger just to amuse Misha.

At one point Edward lost Bella only to find her half an hour late wearing a white sun dress with a flower crown on her head. And she was dancing.

Misha sat on the floor clapping and laughing.

Mels found the three of them in the dining room and she looked like she'd been hit by a bus a hundred times over. Mels slumped down beside Carter with a sigh. "Bloody hell those bastards can yell."

"What's going on?" Bella asked with a giggle.

"It's like Sadie and Carter said-it's all going to hell," Mels answered. "My father has deployed units to Tartarus, Poseidon's armies are preparing for war-there's whispers…well-Zeus spoke to me in private-he's had a meeting with Odin to find out that all the Norse connections are leaving Midgard…it's bad."

Edward shook his head, a slight smirk on his face.

"What's wrong?" Mels asked him.

"I'm just imagining the gods of various religions sitting around arguing," Edward answered.

Mels giggled. She looked down at the food placed in front of her by Bella and pushed it back.

"Not hungry?" Edward questioned.

"Well…no offence but the three of you aren't soldiers," she pointed out. "One of you is currently acting drunk, one's a toddler and you're a vampire."

"So what's the plan?" Edward asked.

"We hunt down this Damon Montague," Mels replied. "But we girls need more location appropriate clothing. I'll go shopping and come back." She stood up and disappeared through a shadow corridor.

Bella was coming down from her high when Mels returned with a pile of shopping bags. The legacy looked at her cousin and groaned when she dropped them on the table. "Is this what it feels like to use your abilities? Like you're drugged?"

"At first yeah," Mels answered. "You've just gotta remember to not let them control you. Absolute power corrupts and kills. Remember that." She pushed a couple of bags over to Bella. "It's raining and it's cold. I got the worst looks out there running around looking like this." She took another couple of bags and disappeared into the next room to change.

Twenty minutes later, Bella and Mels found Edward and Misha in the foyer dressed in new clothes and ready to go. Edward had taken the time to braid Misha's hair into pigtails which Belle couldn't help but feel were adorable.

"So, like Sadie explained, the Cult of Ceres is a big thing here," Mels spoke. "Whilst I was out shopping, I could see subtle signs of the cult in plants around certain places-the British Museum has an exhibit on Ceres right now. Sponsored by Damon Montague who heads the cult."

"So the plan is?" Edward asked her.

"We're gonna break into his place" Mels grinned. "So I'm not a fan of billionaire asshats and I'm even less of a fan of people who kill pregnant women."

"Have you broken into houses before?" Edward asked her. "I find this very concerning."

Mels laughed. She pulled a hood over her head as the rain fell overhead.

"I'm serious, Melody," Edward repeated, picking up Misha.

The demigod stuck her hands in her pockets and walked down the streets like she owned the place. Bella couldn't help but wish that she had that kind of confidence. She rushed after the three as the rain fell around them.

It didn't take as long as she had thought to get to their destination. Mels was expecting a well-guarded estate only to find it wide open-apparently this party that should have been invitation only was not.

Edward put Misha down. "I'll go check it out." He blurred away leaving the three alone.

Mels snorted. She took Misha's hand and walked in over property line. The moment Bella stepped in after her, the gates slammed shut and glowed, sealing us in.

Misha whimpered and tugged on Mels shirt. "Twap."

"Great," Mels muttered. She drew her bow and loaded it as several figures immerged from the shadows cloaked.

"DO SOMETHING!" Bella shouted as they were advanced upon. "EDWARD!"

"Funny thing about godly metal in the hands of demigods," Mels shrugged, "is that it can't hurt a mortal. Unfortunately, these are mortals."

"The vampire is a little preoccupied at the moment," someone who had well perfected the art of the sneer spoke. "We knew you were coming. Hello, Ceres." The speaker raised his hands and a green mist enveloped the area.

Mels hit the ground with a thud.

Sometimes she hated magic.

"Well this sucks," Mels frowned, pacing backwards and forwards behind the bars of the golden cage they were imprisoned in.

"I didn't think magic would actually affect me as bad as it did," Edward replied. "This whole cage is brimming with it-it's incredibly strong."

"It's earth magic," Mels explained, rattling the bars of the cage.

Sometime in the last six hours the four had been transported to the British Museum where they had been separated. Mels, Misha and Edward were locked away and Bella was sitting on a throne on the dais looking every part the goddess. Only problem is, she didn't look like she wanted to play the part.

Chanting started as moonlight shone in through the window, hitting Bella sitting on her throne. Her jaw dropped as the doors opened. She was mortified as she sat there, bound to the wheat throne wearing a golden Roman stola. She struggled against the magical binds as Damon Montague walked up the isle leading to the throne with a pregnant woman behind him. Behind the silently sobbing woman was an older lady holding a golden pillow with a gold dagger sitting on the top.

Edward's eyes widened in horror. "Are they-?"

Mels nodded. "Ah huh. I think they are. They're gonna sacrifice that woman." She glanced down at Misha who was sitting there drawing in the dirt. The demigod went to open her mouth but she stopped when she realised what her sister was drawing, the same symbols covered the stones that made up Hecate's cabin. "Misha-what are you doing?" she asked.

Misha giggled. "Spell! Spell! Misha make spell to open."

Mels and Edward glanced at each other and broke out in a grin.

The golden cage flashed violet and its bars melted into bubbling goops on the floor

Mels kissed her sister's head and started chanting in Ancient Greek. The museum was the perfect place to raise the dead.

The priests and priestesses of the Cult of Ceres started screaming as corpses started wondering into the hall, grunting, groaning and surrounded by a black glow.

Edward blurred over to Bella with Misha in his arms. The toddler touched Bella's bindings and they vanished in a puff of smoke. Belle jumped up and hurried over to the pregnant woman to help her out of the line of attack.

A golden glow surrounded the wheat throne and it started to smoke. Whatever was supposed to happen if Bella was there, didn't. Instead the throne burst into flames.

"NO!" Damon Montague screamed. He lunged at the pregnant woman, getting Bella instead. The two of them landed on the throne and in the flames. Orange turned green and fire started to consume everything.

Mels put her hands on Edward and Misha's arms and transported them out of there before the vampire did something stupid.

The end was so close now…so close he could almost taste it…the book would be his. His laughter rang through the cave as a fourth stone pillar rose out of the ground glowing an earthly green, a hologram of a piece of wheat resting millimeters above the top of the stone.

He grinned. "Four down, three to go."