Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or Percy Jackson, only Drake Redgrave.

As the group sat in the cab, they quietly chatted to each other since they didn't want the cab driver to overhear even though he may just think it's them using their childish imaginations. Percy told them about a dream that he had, that he heard a deep voice along with someone there calling it 'my lord.'

"The Silent One?" Annabeth suggested. "The Rich One? Both of those are nicknames for Hades."

"Maybe ..." Percy said, but to him neither sounded quite right.

"That throne room sounds like Hades's," Grover said. "That's the way it's usually described."

Percy shook his head. "Something's wrong. The throne room wasn't the main part of the dream. And that voice from the pit ... I don't know. It just didn't feel like a god's voice."

"I think I have an idea on who it was." Drake said, which got the others to look over at him.

"What do you mean?" Annabeth asked.

"I think I have a suspicion from Percy's description, but I really, really don't want to be right." Drake said grimly and looked at them. "Think guys, if Percy says this voice did NOT sound like a God, that it sounded way older, then think about WHO is much older than the Gods."

Annabeth frowned as her mind worked to draw a conclusion, Drake got one when he saw her eyes widen into dinner plates and she looked at him with fear, not of him...but who they were thinking of right now.

"You don't mean...him do you?" She asked as Grover seemed to catch on to who they were talking about.

"I really don't want it to be but Percy's description points to him." Drake said.

"Who?" Percy asked, not knowing who they were talking about.

"I really don't want to say his name, Percy." Drake shook his head. "I just hope I'm wrong because THAT is someone I do not want to start messing with. It could be Hades, but we know that they are still alive, that they were imprisoned after the war. He may have been cut up into pieces, but I don't think that will stop him from finding ways to come back."

"Who is this guy you are talking about?" Percy asked, having enough of the vague meanings.

"Your grandfather, Percy." Drake said with a sigh.

"Percy ... let's not talk about it. Because if it isn't Hades ... No. It has to be Hades." Grover said. Neither he, Annabeth, or Drake wanted it to be a certain Titan lord. They didn't even want to draw that conclusion that he may be coming back after so many centuries.

After a few hours, they passed a sign that said CALIFORNIA STATE LINE, 12 MILES.

Drake felt himself tense as they neared Los Angeles. Once they got there, the next stop was the Underworld itself. Drake knew there may be nightmarish creatures in the Underworld to fight, and the God of the Underworld himself.

The difference between Ares and Hades is the latter was one of the Original Six Olympians, the firstborn son of Rhea and Kronos themselves. He was the elder brother to Zeus and Poseidon. His power may be even more stronger than what Ares' was.

But there was a piece to the puzzle Drake couldn't put in place yet, it was bugging the hell out of him. With his suspicion on who that voice in Percy's dream was, something was just not right now.

"The answer is in the Underworld," Annabeth assured them. "You saw spirits of the dead, Percy. There's only one place that could be. We're doing the right thing."

'Let's hope you're right.' The boys thought.

They passed through Death Valley, where every guest of wind sounded like a spirit of the dead.

At sunset, the taxi dropped the group off at the beach in Santa Monica. It looked exactly the way L.A. beaches do in the movies, only it smelled worse. There were carnival rides lining the Pier, palm trees lining the sidewalks, homeless guys sleeping in the sand dunes, and surfer dudes waiting for the perfect wave.

The group walked down to the edge of the surf.

"What now?" Annabeth asked as the Pacific was turning gold in the setting sun. Percy then stepped into the water. "Percy? What are you doing? You know how polluted that water is? There're all kinds of toxic—"

That's when his head went under.

Annabeth threw her hands up. "Unbelievable."

The three sat there and waited for Percy to come back out of the water. Eventually Percy did come back out of the water, and told them about what happened, that the woman from St. Louis showed up to give him a warning and a gift.

Annabeth grimaced. "No gift comes without a price."

"They were free."

"No." She shook her head. "'There is no such thing as a free lunch.' That's an ancient Greek saying that translated pretty well into American. There will be a price. You wait."

"Well aren't you cheery." Drake remarked, getting a huff from the daughter of Athena.

They then left the beach. With some change thanks to Drake winning the money back in Vegas, they took the bus into West Hollywood and found their stop to get off at, walking on foot the rest of the way but keeping to the alleyways due to news of Drake and Percy 'kidnapping' Sally had reached this place thanks to Gabe and his pathetic sob story.

'Perhaps I should have Mom pay Gabe a visit.' Drake thought darkly.

Night soon came and that is when the predators of L.A. came out to wreak chaos and prey on innocent people. They walked past gangbangers, bums, and street hawkers, who looked at them like they were trying to figure if they were worth the trouble of mugging.

As they hurried passed the entrance of an alley, a voice from the darkness said, "Hey, you."

A gang of kids had circled them. Six of them in all—white kids with expensive clothes and mean faces. Like the kids at Yancy Academy: rich brats playing at being bad boys.

"You know this is our area. If you want to pass then you have to pay the toll." The gang leader said before looking at Annabeth and grinned as he looked her up and down. "But if you let us spend some quality time with your blonde friend there...we'll let you go for free."

It was obvious what he was actually meaning and Annabeth went wide eyed, slowly standing behind Drake who tensed up and made sure she was close to him as he glared at the leader who noticed.

"Got an eye problem? She your girlfriend? She's quite fit for a 12 year old."

"I;m going to give you and your friends five seconds to piss off...or else." Drake threatened darkly as he took out Dawn and Dusk. "Want to test me when I have two guns in my hands?" He looked at his friends and mouthed 'run' before he suddenly kicked the leader in the face then aimed his weapons at the othe rkids as Percy, Grover, and Annbeth ran down the street away from them.

Drake aimed his guns at the kids who backed away then they scurried and bolted for it. Drake looked down at the groaning gang leader and glared, remembering what he wanted to do with Annabeth so he kicked him onto his back then stomped onto his crotch.

Very hard.

The screams were blood curling as Drake walked away from the gang leader, his testicles smashed from that stomp and Drake had a dark smirk on his face as he heard the screams. That guy won't be using what's between his legs for a very very long time. Was it overboard? Maybe, but Drake won't allow ANYONE to look at Annabeth with such intentions as rape.

Nobody hurt his little sister and got away with it.

'Wow, I really do think Annabeth is like a sister to me.' Drake thought as he came to a stop outside the shop he saw his friends run into and raised an eyebrow at it, but tensed as it smelled off. He looked up at the sign which said CRSTUY'S WATRE BDE ALPACE. Drake squinted his eyes and eventually made out CRUSTY'S WATER BED PALACE.

Putting Dawn and Dusk back in their holsters, Drake entered the shop where he saw...one of the most peculiar scenes ever.

There was Percy standing next to some guy in a suit. He was at least seven feet tall, with absolutely no hair. He had gray, leathery skin, thick-lidded eyes, and a cold, reptilian smile. Percy noticed Drake and gave him a look that said 'Stay out of this, I won't be a moment.'

Then there was Annabeth and Grover strapped down on two beds and having their arms and legs stretched.

"What in the hell have I walked into?" Drake muttered.

"I'll be with you in a second, young man." The creepy man chatting with Percy said then looked at Drake's right. "Stop wiggling you two, I'll deal with you soon."

Drake looked to see who he was looking at and found two girls strapped to beds as well. The girls looked to be about 14 years old, same age as him, wearing silver jackets and dark pants. They both had long hair that was tied in a long braid, oh and they were glaring venomously at the man.

"You bastard! When we get out of here you are dead meat!"

"You'll be sorry you stupid man!" But the man just ignored them, continuing to chat with Percy.

"Um, are you two alright?" Drake asked as he walked over to the two girls. They looked at him and anger was in their eyes for a moment before it went to disbelief.

"I-It's you!" the first girl said with disbelief in her voice. The other just stared at Drake.

"Wait, do we know each other? If you watch TV then don't believe that whole news thing going on about me kidnapping my friend's mother. i don't even know how that smelly bastard made that up." Drake said with an annoyed sigh.

Before the girls could reply, they heard a yell and looked to see the man was now tied to the bed and Annabeth and Grover were free and now walking up to Drake with percy.

The two girls also had their restraints loos and they got off the beds.

"You two alright?" Drake asked Annabeth and Grover who nodded before the former punched him on the arm.

"Where were you?" She asked.

"Stomping on that kid's crotch for what he said to you. He won't be putting that to good use for the rest of his life I hope." Drake said with a smirk as he crossed his arms. "His pals ran off like a bunch of idiots just because I aimed my guns at them. Who was that guy?"

That's Procrustes or 'The Stretcher' as he is called." Annabeth said as Drake nodded before he gestured to the two girls who were talking to each other in hushed tones.

"Who are they? They know me but I don't know them." He asked

Annabeth looked over and gasped. "Drake...those are two of the Hunters of Artemis. they hunt with your mother."

Drake stared at her before he looked at the two girls. "You know my Mom?" He asked them, getting small frowns from the two of them. guess they were not used to someone calling their patron their Mom yet...or that she had a child.

"Yes, we happily serve and hunt alongside her." One girl said as she walked over to Drake and looked him up and down, sizing him up. "Hmm, so you are our lady's son...you don't look like much."

"Says the girl who got caught by stretch pants over there, like you can talk." Drake shot back, getting a glare from the girl.

"Phoebe that's enough." The other girl walked over, putting a hand on Phoebe's shoulder. "Sorry, she is just a little antsy as we are just surprised to meet you. You are the talk among all the Hunters lately. I'm Elizabeth by the way. All the Hunters don't know what to do since our lady's child is a boy." She spat the last word out like venom.

Drake winced. "Yeah...sorry about that."

The two Hunters looked at him oddly. "What are you saying sorry for?" Elizabeth asked.

"Well, for just causing all this trouble with the Hunters." Drake said. "I mean, Mom thinks of you all like her own daughters from what I've heard and read, so that kinda makes you all my sisters, but my very existence and arrival has made you all a little uneasy. I know you girls don't exactly like boys due to bad experience with them, but I would really like to get to know my sisters, you guys are important to me as well since you're important to my mother."

The two girls stared at him for a moment, letting nothing slip through their poker faces. "We'll have to see." Elizabeth said with Phoebe nodding but internally they were smiling at the good nature of their patron's son, how he just wanted to get to know them...his sisters. He didn't even know them and already he accepted them as family. They'll have to tell the other Hunters about this, Zoe was right...he was different than the other bad men in the world.

"So why are you two here anyway?" Drake asked them, which the others wanted to know but they remained silent since this was Drake's matter.

"Our Lady sent us to deal with 'Stretch 'pants' over there as you called him." Phoebe said with a smirk at the nickname Drake gave him. "though we fell for a trap and you know the rest."

"Oh." Drake said.

"Well, we better get going. We're on the clock after all." Annabeth said, hating to spoil this moment for Drake but they really were on the clock.

"Yeah." Drake said as they turned to leave before Drake stopped and looked at the two hunters who unsheathed silver daggers and stepped towards Procrustes. "Hey!" He called, getting their attention. "There's a kid outside who wanted to rape my friend Annabeth here, I already crushed what's between his legs so he won't be able to use that for a long time. You wouldn't mind taking him back to my Mom's camp to deal your own form of punishment, would you? Think of it as a Christmas gift to the Hunters from their brother."

The two Hunters were surprised but nodded and watched them leave. "He really is one of the few good boys in this world like our lady says." Elizabeth said and Phoebe nodded. They turned their attention to Procrustes and dealt with him before leaving and saw a groaning boy struggling to get to his feet while holding his crotch. "Seems he was right."

"Yes." Phoebe grinned as she cracked her knuckles. "Our Lady's son will make a fine little brother to us." The two Hunters walked towards the groaning boy, ready to give him some punishment before taking him back to camp so they can have a shot.

With Team Demigod

The three Demigods and one Satyr stood in the shadows of Valencia Boulevard, looking up at gold letters etched in black marble: DOA RECORDING STUDIOS.

Underneath, stenciled on the glass doors: NO SOLICITORS. NO LOITERING. NO LIVING.

It was almost midnight, but the lobby was brightly lit and full of people. Behind the security desk sat a tough-looking guard with sunglasses and an earpiece.

"Okay guys..." Percy said, looking at his friends. ""Let's whup some Underworld butt."

They walked inside the DOA lobby.

Muzak played softly on hidden speakers. The carpet and walls were steel gray. Pencil cactuses grew in the corners like skeleton hands. The furniture was black leather, and every seat was taken. There were people sitting on couches, people standing up, people staring out the windows or waiting for the elevator. Nobody moved, or talked, or did much of anything.

The security guard's desk was a raised podium, so we had to look up at him.

He was tall and elegant, with chocolate-colored skin and bleached-blond hair shaved military style. He wore tortoiseshell shades and a silk Italian suit that matched his hair. A black rose was pinned to his lapel under a silver name tag.

Percy read the name tag, then looked at him in bewilderment. "Your name is Chiron?"

Drake looked at the name tag then slapped his forehead. "Oh Percy, we literally went over this back in Yancy Academy."

The man looked at Percy with annoyance. "Do I look like a centaur?"

"N-no."

"Sir," he added smoothly.

"Sir," Percy said.

He pinched the name tag and ran his finger under the letters. "Can you read this, mate? It says C-H-A-R-O-N. Say it with me: CARE-ON."

"Charon."

"Amazing! Now: Mr. Charon."

"Mr. Charon," Percy said.

"Well done." He sat back. "I hate being confused with that old horse-man. And now, how may I help you little dead ones?"

"We want to go the Underworld," Annabeth said, which made Charon roll his eyes.

"Well, that's new." he said sarcastically. "Straightforward and honest. No screaming. No 'There must be a mistake, Mr. Charon.'" He looked them over. "How did you die, then?"

Percy nudged Grover.

"Oh," he said. "Um ... drowned ... in the bathtub."

"All four of you?" Charon asked.

"They did, but I didn't.\2 drake said, deciding to have a little more fun with this. "You see, there I was, walking home when a black cat crossed my path and I had to take the LONG way around home. I saw an old lady struggling with her bags, so me being a gentleman, I decided to go over and help her out. Once that was done, I met some pretty girl and we danced under the moonlight for a few minutes, I was so lost in the path of life that i did not see the bus coming until it was too late."

His friends looked at him with wide eyes, even Charon seemed awestruck at the story.

"Wow, kid. I can't even tell if that was a lie or the truth. But wow...just wow."

'Now that's a lie.' The others thought.

'I am so glad Dad taught me how to lie along with Aunt Trish and Lady.' Drake thought. Meanwhile, in Devil May cry, three Devil Hunters suddenly sneezed then felt proud of themselves.

"i don't suppose you have payment for passage." Charon said.

Percy set down a bag of drachma.

"Well, now ..." Charon moistened his lips. "Real drachmas. Real golden drachmas. I haven't seen these in ..."

His fingers hovered greedily over the coins.

He stopped then looked at them. "Wait a minute, you guys are alive. get out or get in line." Charon growled, about to take the bag but Drake picked it up before he could.

"No service, no tip." Percy said, trying to sound braver than he actually felt.

Charon growled again—a deep, blood-chilling sound. The spirits of the dead started pounding on the elevator doors.

"It's a shame, too," Percy sighed. "We had more to offer."

Charon's growl changed into something more like a lion's purr. "Do you think I can be bought, godling? Eh ... just out of curiosity, how much have you got there?"

"A lot," Percy said. "I bet Hades doesn't pay you well enough for such hard work."

"Oh, you don't know the half of it. How would you like to babysit these spirits all day? Always 'Please don't let me be dead' or 'Please let me across for free.' I haven't had a pay raise in three thousand years. Do you imagine suits like this come cheap?"

"You deserve better," Drake agreed. "A little appreciation. Respect. Good pay."

Charon glanced down at his silk Italian jacket, as if imagining himself in something even better. "I must say, lads, you're making some sense now. Just a little."

"We could mention a pay rise to Hades while we're speaking with him." Drake said.

Charon sighed. "The boat's almost full, anyway. I might as well add you three and be off."

He stood, scooped up the money, and said, "Come along."

They pushed through the crowd of waiting spirits, who started grabbing at their clothes like the wind, their voices whispering things no one could make out. Charon shoved them out of the way, grumbling, "Freeloaders."

He escorted them into the elevator, which was already crowded with souls of the dead, each one holding a green boarding pass. Charon grabbed two spirits who were trying to get on with the group and pushed them back into the lobby.

"Right. Now, no one get any ideas while I'm gone," he announced to the waiting room. "And if anyone moves the dial off my easy-listening station again, I'll make sure you're here for another thousand years. Understand?"

He shut the doors. He put a key card into a slot in the elevator panel and they started to descend.

"What happens to the spirits waiting in the lobby?" Annabeth asked.

"Nothing," Charon said.

"For how long?"

"Forever, or until I'm feeling generous."

"Oh," she said. "That's ... fair."

Charon raised an eyebrow. "Whoever said death was fair, young miss? Wait until it's your turn. You'll die soon enough, where you're going."

"We'll get out alive," Percy said.

"Ha."

Soon enough, they had arrived at some sort of river, the elevator turned into a barge, Charon's suit turning into long robes.

"The River Styx," Annabeth murmured. "It's so ..."

"Polluted," Charon said. "For thousands of years, you humans have been throwing in everything as you come across—hopes, dreams, wishes that never came true. Irresponsible waste management, if you ask me."

He then grinned at them. "Welcome to the Underworld."

And we are now in the Underworld.