Familiarity,

"It's supposed to be here by now," The morsel complained as he stuffed his hands into his jacket, his accent grating on my nerves. "Trust a cat to be late to everything besides anything related to food."

The Abomination chuckled, his illusion fading in and coming back repeatedly as his tail swished loudly in the background, his spikes lowering and raising. Hm, pathetic. And it likes my kind too. How insulting. If you can't keep your body parts quiet you could probably do without it.

"In case you haven't noticed, you are dinner for our late friend. Well," He looked at the skinny teen, his blue eye twinkling in dark humour. "As close as dinner gets. In my opinion, you might just be a late-night snack. Never know with the reclusive ones. As for me, well you're not my type of demigod anyway."

The stick with a big head looked on in bewilderment. "I'm not sure if I should be relieved that you won't eat me, or insulted that I'm not your type. I'm the definition of physical peak this age. Have you seen my muscles?"

"I've seen more bones than muscles. You are a toothpick compared to the demigods of old."

"Hey hey, that kind of hurt."

"Your body type is the type I have seen in malnutrition peasants."

"Oh, you'd know about that kinda body type a lot, won't you?"

"What are you insinuating, little boy?"

"If you don't know what I'm insinuating and you're like a million years my senior you well that says a lot about you."

"Boy-"

With a snarl I leapt, sending the abomination sprawling with a body slam. The twist that breathes stumbled back eyeing me in apprehension as I circled him. I licked my lips and sniffed out his weapon that rested in his ripped jeans. I scoffed as he unleashed it, the bronze two-meter sword held threateningly towards my person. With a roar that shook the trees, I charged and batted away the sword and the metal pole towards the still recovering manticore.

With a paw on the weasel's chest, my silva dripped from my mouth unto his grey T-shirt as I watched the two pathetic slobs beneath me. I opened wide in front of the teen and watched dispassionately as he wet himself in front of me, tears streaming down his face. I stepped back I sat down as they regained their bearings. Finally, I spoke.

"I don't know whether to be disappointed that this is how the lineage of monsters have degraded into fine dust or amused that this is what my entourage are; a boy who pees his pants and an abomination that can't handle a body slam," I growled out eyeing the two with disappointment. "I think I'll be angry if this is what the Titan King has in his army; a living white KitKat and a lion-shaped marshmallow. If I am to join an army, fools like yourselves better not be in it. You should be entertainment or food."

With that I rose, my stature towering over theirs as I walked towards Princess Andromeda, the stench of human and monster waste filling my nose the closer I get to it. I looked at them from the corner of my eye.

"Insult me within hearing distance again, and I will kill you both, no matter if you're a stable boy, familial in appearance or just a meat shield."

-Linebreak-

"This is the Lord's chosen? Interesting." My body, adjusted so I may fit into the entrance of the room, yet keep my regal appearance, sat upon the hardest chair I ever had the displeasure of sitting on in all of my entire lives. The Monster beside him purred, her golden bird nest of a ponytail leaning filling my nose with dried blood as she draped herself around him. He seemed relaxed around her. He trusts her. I wonder if it's because she has the same hair as Annabeth or if it's for other reasons...

"He is very handsome, in a roughish way isn't he, milord."

"Silence donkey, lest I disrupt that illusion you cling to."

She snarled, her eyes a searing hot red as she turned towards me-

"Know your place in MY kingdom."

She was sent crashing into the wall, the wind picking up and dying down mysteriously.

"The next time, you look at me that way, I shall take it as a challenge, and you know who will win little girl," I stated as I stared once again, dispassionately at another monster of Kronos' army. "Leave, lest my ire at this farce becomes too much to control."

With a huff, the child stomped out the room, her hair billowing at her rage. Hmph. Stew in rage away from me, lest I crush you with my claws. I turned to the other blond, who watched me with extreme caution and wariness. Why is it that I need to exert power to get the respect I deserve? I scoffed, my claws easily shredding the painful thing they called a guest seat.

"I cannot harm you, vessel. You are important to the Lord's plans, as well as decent in body type and intellect." I stated as I began to pace around the room, desperately trying to get the inchor in my legs running.

"Vessel?" Luke inquired softly to which I scoffed.

"If you do not know what a vessel is, look to the library, or a dictionary. I shan't be yours."

-Another line break-

"Ah, Kitten!" Heavily muscled arms wrapped themselves around my neck in a vice grip. "Oh, how I missed your deceitfully soft fur!"

"Atlas." I greeted, as the Titan of Strength hoisted himself upon my back. "Do tell me that our army is not comprised of scrawny children and pathetic monsters. Do tell me I am not the only elder monster here. Do tell me that my legions are below this mountain. Do tell me the Lord Kronos in his wisdom has decided not to let monsters without training, age, maturity and intellect into this army. Do tell me that the fools I've met so far are the one of none. Please. For so far, I've seen three idiots and a decent blond." Said blond choked as he walked beside me, his eyes laying upon the monstrosity on my back. Atlas laughed, relaxing me somewhat, reminding me of good times, before the War when we used to-

"Ah my friend, we have the best of the best! The Hellhounds in your legion before refused to come, but have no fear your new legion is filled with four-legged dogs as you loved. Recruitment is good, but their training leaves much to be desired. Monsters, yes, but their maturity is behind schedule. You'll be meeting much more of these fools, but in the months to come, I'm sure you, the boy and I can shape this army into one worthy of King!" With his head thrown back, he laughed a burst of deep belly laughter, Luke joining in in a more subdued manner.

I huffed, resigned to this army as we continued our trek to the castle gates. "I should have stayed in my cave…"

Author's Note.

At first, I wanted the portray the Neamen Lion as an arrogant little shit that has confidence and skill to back it up. Now, I'm not particularly sure. I guess we'll find out in the next chapter.

For that special someone who was gonna say some shit about body shaming, fuck off. Don't get offended.

Have a nice day, peeps. I have a p treon, but I'm not gonna charge anyone to read fucking fanfic that's mad. All you're gonna get there are original stories. Well not now, but maybe later.

Don't PM me about when I'm gonna update. Please. And if you're gonna do that just gimme your phone number one time so we can talk on Whatsapp. Yes, I'm bored as fuck.

If I get one hate review I will explode on your ass harder and faster than your mom ever did. Yes, your mom, because that daddy shit just ain't it for me.

Back to the story, uh so basically I started this story because I'm trash on writing people and I wanted to do a Fanfic that won't necessarily get read but help me be a beta writer once more. (Yeah, I deleted some trash stories and now my beta privileges are revoked. :/) I pick this fandom because I like it, and let's be fucking honest here, nobody in this fandom is gonna read a fanfic that doesn't have either an overpowered Percy, a Percabeth to Pertemis ship or a Pernico ship. Like come on, This damn story is designed to be at the back of the favourites if I see more than fifty favourites I'm gonna lose my shit and not in a fun way.

If you review about my author's note, you're fucking pussy that shouldn't have existed. I wrote a damn eight hundred and forty-something chapter for beta purposes and instead of ignoring the story or criticising the story you decide to slide in my reviews on my AN?

Are you stupid?

Signing off,

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