"Hello, little sister! It's so wonderful to meet you! You seemed shocked." One of Chris look-alikes exclaimed. I stared at him in confusion. Another one swung his arm around my shoulders. I was too in shock to push it off and punch him in the face.

"You're confusing her, Hedylogos! Quit your sweet-talk." Another chastised. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Who are you punks? How am I your sister? You don't look like children of Ares?" I paused before I asked the most important question. "And why do you look like Chris?"

A third-winged Chris-god laughed.

"You hear that, brothers? She thinks we look like some guy named Chris." All six of them had matching grins on their faces. The one with the golden club leaned forward in interest. "So, Clarisse. Who's Chris? A husband, boyfriend, crush?"

Another god who was leaning against the labyrinth walls sighed dramatically and flipped his hair. It was even stranger because he was wearing Chris' face. "This Chris guy could be like her brother and I don't think child marriage is allowed in this century. Stop trying to match-make Anteros."

Another one sniffed derisively. "We're the Erotes, Hermaphroditos. That's kind of our job." I frowned.

"You're what?" Anteros smiled widely.

"The Erotes, little sister. The gods of love and -" One of his brothers elbowed him in the stomach.

"She's like 13, brother. Let's keep it PG." I blinked and narrowed my eyes."So you're like the Charites?"

Hedylogos smirked. "The Charites are Aphrodite's handmaidens. We're her and Ares' sons. We were born-"

"I don't want or care about what my dad and his girlfriend do on a Friday night." Hermaphroditos smiled. "I like her. These idiots are my brothers. Anteros (Love Returned), Hedylogos (Sweet-talk), Himeros (Pressing Desire), Hymenaios (Bridal-Hymn), and Pothos (Longing)."

I raised an eyebrow.

"A son of Ares and Aphrodite is named Hermaphroditus. How did that happen?" He frowned.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Hymenaios cleared his voice impatiently.

"Can we go back to this Chris guy? I need to start planning the wedding." My eyebrows shot up.

"Wedding? I'm not getting married. We aren't even dating ye-"

"Yet! But it's best to get an early start on these things." Himeros exclaimed, flapping his wings excitedly. "Oh, young love." My face was burning.

"Well, there aren't any more monsters so you can go. And I totally could have handled that by myself."

The Erotes exchanged pitying looks that made me want to hit something. So far they were better than the Graces but not by much.

"Poor, sweet, Clarisse," Pothos murmured passionately. "So blind."

"This is your problem, sister dearest." Hedylogos agreed softly.

I glared at them.

"My problem! I don't have a problem except you six! Aren't you supposed to be with Eros or something?" All six of the winged gods scoffed simultaneously.

"Don't mention that fool," Himeros grumbled. Anteros rolled his eyes."He thinks he's Mister Bigshot."

"We escape to the Labyrinth to avoid him every hundred years. It's our secret spot to relax." Pothos declared dramatically. Wonderful, My relatives used the Labyrinth as a man cave.

Hymenaios sniffed importantly.

"Enough trying to distract us, Clarisse! Brothers, I believe you were discussing her fatal flaw while I was planning a wedding. Clarisse darling, do you like pink roses or white lilies?"

"Neither!" I yelled, throwing my arms into the air. "Because I'm not getting married!"

They ignored me.

"Clarisse sweetheart, we didn't mean to say you had a problem." Hedylogos began. "But you are overconfident and too bold." I glowered at them.

"Excuse me?"

"You think your skills and powers are so impressive that you can overcome any challenge." Hermaphroditus agreed. "They aren't. You aren't perfect."

Hedylogos frowned. "A bit blunt but yes exactly." My fist clenched involuntarily.

"You have no idea what you are talking about. Who do you think you are?" I demanded.

"Well, I'm pretty sure that we're gods," Anteros said. "But if you don't want to talk about your fatal flaw or the fact that you aren't perfect or ultra-powerful, let's talk about your love life. Especially this Chris guy? How is that going?"

"What? That's-, We're-, Shut up! That's none of your business!" I spluttered. Himeros shook his head.

"This is why you and this Chris guy aren't together. Who could stand that kind of attitude?"

Did gods have nothing better to do than insult me?

"So this is unrequited love?" Pothos gasped. "Oh, the drama!"

I swung my fist towards his face. Pothos simply dissolved into a shower of gold and reappeared behind me. Hermaphroditus tsked mockingly.

"Darling, that temper really won't help you with the boy."

"Hasn't helped you make friends with anyone else," Hymenaios agreed. "Your side of the wedding in the sitting arrangement is very empty at the moment."

The walls of the Labyrinth formed videos of Camp. I saw images of me with multiple people. Annabeth, Percy, the Stolls, Silena, Beckendorf, Lee, Michael, my mom, Ares, and even mortal classmates. Scene after scene of me being shunned, embarrassed and judged. I could feel humiliation creeping up my face in the form of blush.

Hedylogos snapped his fingers and another path appeared. "I am the kindest of my brothers." Hymenaios scoffed in disagreement. "So I think they are being harsh. This path will lead you back to Manhattan." I glared."I need a path that goes straight into Camp Half-Blood." Hedylogos shrugged. "You have to find that yourself. Gods don't do demigods' work."

Anteros rolled his eyes. "She's too chicken. Why would she willingly go back to those people? Back to her constant failures?" He snapped his fingers and another road was created. "This one will take you down a road of adventure. Of monsters and chances for glory and fighting." He smirked. "So much easier than dealing with people and emotions, right?"

All six of the Erotes disappeared in explosions of pink smoke, leaving me alone in the Labyrinth.

I went down Anteros' path. Intense fighting requires far more bravery than emotions. It would be showing those punks how wrong they were about me. I would make it clear to anyone who called me a chicken that I was a dangerous skilled child of Ares.

The road was lined with skeletons, both human and animal. The air was filled with the scent of death and I could feel the wrath of countless gods and monsters clogging the Labyrinth corridor and my senses.

As I continued walking, it became darker and darker until finally, I was unable to see a foot in front of me. Multiple pairs of red glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. There were more eyes in the darkness than stars in the sky. Logically more than I could have handled. More than anyone could have handled but anger was clouding my mind. From the Erotes' words, from the videos they showed, and from the Graces' taunts.

I drew my spear and charged. For every monster I killed, at least two must have injured me. I could hear voices in my mind, urging me on, making me angrier and more eager to fight.

One of the voices called herself Lyssa. She fueled the rage in me and the monsters, making us attack each other with wrath-filled blows. The second voice, Atë, encouraged me. She told me that my recklessness was bravery, my rashness was skill, and my folly was intelligence. The final voice was the most familiar. Kartos was an old friend. He was strong and I was strong. Strong enough to not need a strategy or plan. I kept fighting. I could beat them.

Eventually, I was covered with blood, and it was mostly my own. I was too tired to raise my sword arms to defend myself. I was ready to let myself die but then Chris's face flashed before my mind. I couldn't leave him alone. I struggled away from the monsters towards the path that would take me back to New York.

By the time I reached Manhattan, I couldn't take another step. I collapsed onto the ground.