Sorry if you think this is an update, FF is being stupid and won't replace Ch. 52 with the real chapter.

Malikai POV

I can't say I was too mad at my passing, it is what it is. I can say I died for a good cause. But there was a large pang of sadness every time I thought about Reyna. She'd probably be a little upset at my death when she found out. But then it immediately went away as a new thought came up, I feared the day Reyna would also die and meet me in the underworld.

However, I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt my entire being—it's a tickling sensation, be pulled from, well, wherever I was, that bit was a little unclear. Around me was a very foggy throne room. It resembled the Olympian throne room in every way but it was as if someone put a gray filter on it and everything was made of semi-solid smoke.

I heard a voice come out of, nowhere, and echo, everywhere, "No…" that sounded a lot like Percy, looking around I could see that he had rolled my body over, it was pretty clear that I was dead. Oh well. Man, I seemed to have gotten over my own death pretty fast, why is that? Don't most people freak out? I'm a little underwhelmed if I'm honest.

I felt that stupid tug again. Biting back a laugh, I turned in the direction I definitely felt it in this time. I was a little shocked to see a black ashen figure floating beside me, using a scythe (which should be sharp) to hook around my midsection and pull me. I raised an eyebrow and simply floated to him.

Upon getting closer I was shocked to see that it was Mietitore, the rat bastard. Note to self: Fight him on a cloudy day sometime.

Oh wait, I'm dead.

"That's incredible, you can move!"

I was a little startled at his outburst, "Well, yeah, it's just like walking."

"Incredible, I guess that makes this next part easier," he told me before grabbing my shoulder and shadow travelling. Even though we didn't have a shadow, which was kind of weird. Then again, that whole world if I recall was completely made of smoke so maybe he can do that anywhere he wants. Note to self: fight him on a cloudy day not in this shadow world.

Oh wait, I'm still dead.

Throne Room's POV if the walls could talk

The beaten and battered Demigods had managed to survive with the help of Hades, and the Gods managed to fight off Typhon with the help of Poseidon, but at what cost? Many still lay dead in the streets, being collected by Satyrs and other volunteers, wading through an ocean of golden dust. The thrones of power were fully intact despite some scuffs and cuts from the battle that had happened not five minutes ago. The gods sitting on them, however, looked—well they looked like shit.

Everyone was exhausted beyond belief, mentally and physically, but they still gathered to mourn the fallen and award the living. As if living wasn't an award in itself, although some would say that living while your brethren fall is the worse option.

One Percy Jackson was for the most part spacing out as the gods spoke amongst themselves and awarded various demigods in the battle. He did listen in to hear about Annabeth's award, her hollow smile and gratitude both haunted him and gave him some hope as he awaited his name to be called.

"Percy Jackson…"

Mietitore's POV

I had taken Malikai across the country to LA, and from there to the Underworld. I knocked him out halfway through though, he was getting a little annoying, not shutting up. Asking questions like whether he was going to the underworld or not, why my shadow form was black and his was white, how that that's no fair I get to camouflage and he doesn't, if he could see Reyna.

Completely unreasonable and irrelevant questions and request. But I was finally here now. Back in my dad's palace. On orders directly from my father, who got his from some other higher figure. I asked, but apparently it's on a 'need to know' basis and I'm not in the 'need to know'. Not like I went to go fetch the stupid-

ANYWAYS, I took Malikai's soul and rolled it into a ball, it was almost cartoonish, grabbing his ethereal body and rolling it up, I floated over to a table that had a body on it and unceremoniously took the ball shaped soul in my hand and hit it against the chest. It almost went in before it bounced back out. I then took the soul back, rearing my arm back even further, and hit it against the chest yet again. The soul reluctantly phased through the body this time and the body in front of me jolted.

Malikai's POV

I jolted awake and my entire body shook with alarm, wait a second, how am I in my body? I thought I died? Besides, this body was much too cold, and that's saying something even for a son of Khione.

"Rise and shine, snowflake," Mietitore said, no longer a shadow thing.

"What happened?" I ask, rubbing these (-my?) eyes.

"I saved you, you're welcome," He answered, at my still confused look he went into his monologue of clarification, "I took your soul from the throne room, and put you in this body, you are now alive again?"

"But isn't that illegal? And didn't I have the curse of Achilles?"

"Well… there are much bigger things at stake here, and no one is going to be here to enforce that rule, for now. And besides, did you really think the water of a nymph's river would stop the weapon of power from the king of titans?"

"Well, no, I guess. And what do you mean for now?"

"There's a chance that when this is all over and your job is complete, I'll have to take your soul to the afterlife."

"Well, it's better than it was 5 minutes ago," I admit, carefully standing on my feet, barely keeping balance. This body was much different, why are my feet so small? I wobbled over to a mirror I saw the changes. The reflection was much shorter, with really long ice white hair, the body was lean but much curvier. The face was, was really cute, I winked at the mirror as my face formed a smirk but I froze when it winked back, wait, waitjustafucking-

"WHY AM I A GIRL?" I spun towards Mietitore, who was laughing his ass off.

"Am, am I supposed to tell Reyna you just winked," he took a break to laugh some more as my vision became more red, "that you just winked at yourself in the mirror?"

"I didn't- it's not- WHY AM I A GIRL?" I flushed.

"This is the body I was given to put you in. Get over it," he brushed me off as I had opened my mouth again, "You'll get used to it."

We stood in silence for a full minute, me fuming and Mietitore completely at ease in the quiet.

"Well, Mietibitch, you know what they say, new body new name," I said, regaining my normal cool. Pun definitely intended.

He rolled his eyes, "No one says that."

"Shh, they all do. Now what should my name be…" I think, "Oh! I shall be named Katelynn!" Mietitore just gave me a blank look.

"Really? You don't wanna know why I have a name ready?" I poke, but still nothing, "Fine then, your loss."

"You act like this makes us friends," He finally says.

"I mean you did just handle my soul, that's a pretty big deal."

"It's my job. Have you seen your eyes yet?" At that I made eye contact with myself in the mirror and almost jumped back in fear. They're glowing a bright ghostly blue-ish white. I wasn't exaggerating or being metaphorical, my eyes were literally glowing, as in lighting up, luminescent.

"It's the Mark of the Wraith, what you are now condemned to," He said with a certain solemnity.

"What does that mean?" I ask, kind of scared.

"Well, in short, it has pros: you don't die, you no longer give off a scent. But you can no longer work with life magic and you pretty much scare the shit out of everyone," he listed off on his fingers.

"Well, that doesn't sound so bad," I shrug.

"Oh, yeah, the memory of you is erased from this Earth and you can no longer interact with your friends as Malikai."

"WHAT?"

Simon's POV

I had my head in my hands with my back against some marble as I let the sadness consume me. The marble I was leaning against was inscribed "In memory of Malikai, the son of Khione" on top of the block of marble was an ice stand holding up his wings, fully opened, for all to see. It's kind of sad that in the end this is what he is now. Already I can see the memory of him fading from our friends eyes.

Getting up and wiping my eyes, I turned around and looked at what I had been leaning against. Weird, why was I crying against a quartz pillar? Probably because of all of the losses we had today. Whatever.

Katelynn's POV

"So you're saying that I won't be able to communicate or anything with anyone I knew from before?" I questioned, my temper rising.

"Yes, but it's a small price to pay for the offer I've given you, and the duty you must fulfill," I nodded, but my brow was still furrowed, "Besides, you can always observe them, and I'll stretch it to small interactions as 'Katelynn'" he told me.

.oOoO TIME SKIP 1 YEAR-ish OoOo.

Bar's POV if the walls could talk

A latina with red puffy eyes with bags under them walked into a bar in San Francisco. She brushed past people, getting a few stares and halting the general merriment of the establishment if only slightly. She sat at the barstool and barely looked up at the bartender that walked up.

She was wiping a glass before placing it down with a loud clink onto the table in front of her.

"What'll it be?" she asked.

"A mojito, please," and for the first time she made eye contact with the woman, she couldn't tell what was more eye catching, the frost white hair or the piercing white eyes. So similar, but so unfamiliar at the same time. She could almost recall who it reminded her of but it seemed something was fogging her mind, and instead settled for the fact that the eerie glowing of the eyes was what unsettled her.

It could be a monster, she had thought, but instead decided to settle for the fact that it was just a reflection of the ambiance and no longer make eye contact.

She was pulled from her thoughts as her drink was placed in front of her, "Why the long face?" the bartender said with a chuckle. Stereotypically pulling a glass out and beginning to wipe it with a towel.

She scoffed but looked up at her, right into the luminescent eyes, "Thinking about someone."

"At least he went down fightin' right?" The bartender said as he turned around and placed the glass on the shelf next to the others.

"Wait, how'd you know he died? And that he was..?" I trailed off, not wanting to give out the last part.

"The fighting's been tough on a lot of us missy, and I assumed that's why you were here, it is memorial day," The bartender said matter of factly, gesturing to the TV in the corner that was showing a compilation of footage of US Soldiers off fighting in Pakistan, Syria, and Somalia.

"Oh, right."

"Well, my shift's over," the bartender said as she threw the rag off to the side and walked out the back.

Katelynn's POV

"She remembered me!" I shouted as I finished shadow travelling from the bar in San Fran back down to LA.

"She remembered of you, not Malikai," Mietitore said as he assimilated from the shadows opposing me, "not to rain on your parade, but you do remember the rules."

"Yeah yeah, I remember, there's still some hope though," I smiled at nothing.

"Did you remember your assignment though?" He asked with a smirk, crossing his arms.

"Oh!" I quickly ran to my room from the living room tearing off my bartender vest midrun. Getting into my room I pulled some dark jeans out and threw them on. Looking at my rack of shoes I chose some Fragments and threw on a white T-shirt and a black bomber that had NASA patches on it with a "Remove before Flight" tag. Still waiting for the day I get my wings back to make this, ironic.

"See ya!" I shouted as I ran out of my room and past a smirking Mietitore. Throwing the door closed as I knew Mietitore doesn't use them and instead shadow travels all the time, I hopped on my white Ducati and brought it to life. Revving it I took off, popping a slight wheelie as I pulled out of my driveway.

.oOoO Line Break OoOo.

Most of my assassination missions were either quiet and quick or grisly and brusque, almost like when in video games it gives you the option of stealth or loud. In both I love it loud, the adrenaline rush and madness is bliss. Part of me feels I should be concerned. I was never this reckless or bloodthirsty, but the fistsfights and flying bullets just exhilarated me… hm… maybe it was a side effect of becoming an undead spirit trapped in a body that was never yours.

It also doesn't help that death can't keep me down, my first time was definitely the worst. I was captured and tortured before being shot in the head. Not that I blamed them, I had killed 40 of their men alone. But the torture was nothing compared to my body reforming and being brought back to the world of the living. Mietitore tells me it's one of the downsides to being a Wraith, and that other immortal beings don't go through such a process in their reforming.

But anyways, random tangent aside, Mietitore assigned me to kill some scumbag in the local gang, don't know much other than he's going to be at this party and what he looks like.

Finally getting to the driveway I parked my ducati out front next to a lowrider and walked in, no one gave me a second glance except for one dude who looked like he wanted to touch my ass but I stared him down hard before he could even move. I walked past a woman in very revealing clothing that I may or may not have looked up and down before shaking my head, smiling as I took another sip from a red cup I picked up on the way in, the liquid inside burning my throat as it went down.

"American Boy" played in the background as I walked into the kitchen looking for something to eat, "Hey sugar," I heard as I turned to see a blonde with bright green eyes. She wore a black dress that was definitely not family friendly.

I just flashed a smirk and asked, "Can I help you?"

I took a step closer to her and she lifted her face to maintain eye contact with me, "Actually, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions." Her british accent both smart and dangerous.

She bit her lip and took her finger and ran it down from my chest lower before taking another step closer and wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Like what?" I asked as I moved her up against the wall, positioning my right hand above her head and my left at the small of her back.

"Like," she started to slide her hands lower as did I, until she gripped the Colt M1911s in my waistband pulling them out and brought them between us, "Why you have these."

Never dropping my smile I let my left hand pull out a small Sig Sauer P226 from the purse she had hanging near her waist and admired it, "I could ask you the same thing."

"Katelynn, I'm pretty sure that I took the bounty on this one," she said leaning in closer to my face, trying to throw me off my game.

I responded by getting even closer, feeling her breath on my face, "I know that I got it, you RSVP'd through text you're not allowed to do that, I did it in person."

She huffed and shoved the guns roughly back into the holsters before stepping back and crossing her arms, "You know that's a stupid rule, that you made up."

"Well you used it against me last time," I countered.

"But last time it was such a small contract, this one's big," she now whined, letting her arms fall to her sides and shoulders pushed forward.

"That's not how it works, and you know that, Alice," I said as I took another sip of my drink.

She threw her hands up in the air in exasperation, "You don't even need this money to live, you're loaded."

"Alice, I've told you I don't do this for the money," I put my drink down.

"Then why don't you give me the money?"

"I don't like freeloaders."

"What about the ones that just try to survive?"

Stepping closer to her I lifted her chin, pulling her scowl from my feet to my face, "I've already made it clear that if you're ever in need of a place to stay or a meal to eat, my home is welcome. But the contract is mine and that's final."

Placing her Sig on the table I fixed my jacket and left the kitchen just as a dude that reeked of Marijuana walked in and raided the fridge. Disregarding the gun and flustered Alice.

TBH I'm mostly improvising, I have a general direction I'm moving, but I came up with Alice like two seconds ago lul, but between the idea and writing it I also planned out a whole arc with her. Fingers crossed I don't forget it (writing stuff down is for lames).

12/5/18 - UPDATED AUTHOR'S NOTE ! (^that one's from ages ago) IT'S gonna go in the same direction but I'm gonna make it less James Bond-y and veer it back towards Percy Jackson cus I was kinda goin off the rails lol.

In honour of hitting 30k views, I'll be picking up this story once again. Some things that you may (probably not) want to know about me since I've been gone since like forever:

I wrote my full original story, which is rly cool, it's a Psych Horror about a bunch of SOF operators going into a classified underground research facility with only instructions "to clear it out" before everything goes wrong. If anyone wants to read it PM me!

I made a TikTok (yes ik it's cringe but i love it) and i'm actually trying to create some content, it's YouKnowKatelynn if anyone's interested, pls support me :)).

I'm less than a month from 18 (wow)

I'll be going to college (LEAVING MY HOUSE) soon so that's awesome! But that means I won't be able to write over the summer because I'm enlisting in the Army Reserves so I'll be off East doing Basic Training and AIT before I get back right in time for the school year (and more army (ROTC)), but after that I should be able to pick up my hobbies again (writing, gaming, cosplaying, etc.) so there'll probably be a gap in my writing jsyk.

RN I'm really into the game Rainbow Six Siege so that'll bleed into SoK, just a warning. (sorta related: I really wanna path my career into the FBI and try out for FBI SWAT or maybe even FBI HRT!)

And for the biggest news: speaking of HRT, and not just the FBI Hostage Rescue Team. I discovered recently that I was Transgender! And before you get all stupid on me, you can google Harvard and APA studies on transgenderism and come to me when you're educated—I'd link if FF wasn't so stupid with links. It's something that I've had signs going wayyyy back like into my childhood but I repressed it growing up in the household I did.

This is relevant to this story because if you were here for Jack, sry time to say goodbye, Malikai will be reborn into Katelynn! I'll make it less Transgender Propaganda tho and more like Doctor Who when the Doctor returned as a woman.

ANYWAYS STAY TUNED FOR SOME REALLY COOL DAUGHTER OF KHIONE SHIT THATS BOUTTA GO DOWN OK IT'S GONNA GET COOL I SWEAR IM REWRITING ALL M OLD PLANS N MAKING IT BETTER.