Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews last chapter! Since last chapter was short, I'm gonna skip the answering of questions to write more story. Just know: it's okay at laugh at Apollo's tortures. Sorry it was a short chapter. The tortures for last chapter mostly came from my own "creative" imagination. ;) I own nothing but please enjoy this chapter!

PS: BlueAvacados, thanks for the dinosaur. :)

PPS: If people have complains, comments, or suggestions about/for my tortures, I'm open to new ideas! I've never really written torture before.

Nico's POV

When i finished describing the torture, there was dead silence. Everyone was contemplating what I had just said. Then Artemis spoke up.

"I volunteer to know my torture next." Her face was set in cold determination, hard like rock.

Before I could say anything, Aphrodite raised her perfectly manicured hand to get everyone's attention. "I volunteer to know mine after Arty." She announced this while examining her other hand distractedly, but I could tell she was nervous from the way her hand was shaking.

I chewed my lip and glanced around the room fleetingly. "There, uh, aren't any more tortures."

This got everyone's attention.

Artemis sat up straighter. "Did Perseus forget me? Or does he think too little of me? Does he not think I can handle his promises of torture?" She sounded indignant, as if being threatened was what she had been looking forward to for years and now was being denied it.

Aphrodite stopped examining her nails to stare dead at me. She raised an eyebrow in question, to which I shrugged. The goddess only looked away when she was sure I wasn't hiding anything behind my lack of knowledge.

The other Olympians started shouting. Apollo was arguing with Artemis, asking if she wasn't included in the torture because she had slept with Percy before his banishment. She denied it.

Aphrodite, Ares, and Hephaestus were also arguing with each other. Ares was accusing Aphrdoite of doing the same as Artemis, which Hephaestus was trying to defend his wife. After all, he wasn't given a torture. Yet.

Demeter, Zeus, Hera, and Poseidon were all talking about something. I couldn't tel if it was a toned down argument or just a conversation.

Athena and Dionysis were also talking, but from the way grape vines were sprouting from the marble floor all around the wine god's throne, I had to assume that he was no happy with whatever Athena was saying.

Hermes was sitting in his throne, staring blankly off into space. Fat tears rolled seemingly undetected down his cheeks.

After a few minutes of this, my dad cleared his voice loudly. "Excuse me!" He bellowed, drawing all their attention. "If you'd all stop acting like toddlers, you could know the rest of your fates." He nodded to me, turning over the spotlight.

I thanked him then turned to everyone else. "As I was trying to say, there is a reason why six of you didn't have your tortures described to you."

"Six?" Athena asked. "There was Artemis, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, Demter, and Dionysis." She spat out the last name, glaring at the wine god with disgust. From the increased growth of the grape vines on his throne, everyone knew that Dionysis was barely constraining himself. Athena should just be quiet so she doesn't get hurt.

"Who was the sixth?" Apollo asked, still staring Artemis down from their previous argument.

"I was," Hermes choked out from his seat next to Apollo. From the way Apollo jumped, he either forgot about Hermes, didn't know he was crying, or Hermes hasn't spoke. In a while causing Apollo to be surprised.

No one said anything after that. They all just stared at the depressed messenger god. I sighed in exasperation.

"As I was saying," I said loudly to get their attention, "Percy has a reason for not giving six people torture. He thinks that you six deserve a chance. You didn't immediately turn on him like everyone else, so you have been excused of torture for the moment. But if he sees fit, your torture will come."

There was silence. No one knew quite what to say. Finally, I spoke up. I had one last message.

"Percy is coming to Olympus. He broke out of Tartarus, and is on his way here. He's going to want to watch you burn. Once he's defeated you, and he will defeat you, he's going to want to have some words with all of you. Prepare your minds and bodies for that day, because when it comes, you'll get little rest physically and mentally."

Everyone ne stared at me with varying expressions on their faces. Some looked horror-stricken, others determined, or terrified, or disbelieving.

Athena, disbelief echoing in her voice, asked me, "Is that former sea-spawn really that much of a threat?"

All eyes were glued to me. Each and every one of them, a whole variety of unique colors, shown with hope. They wanted me to contradict myself, to say that things weren't as bad as I thought.

"No," I answered the wisdom goddess. Everyone sank back in their chairs in relief. But I wasn't done yet. "He's more of a threat than that."

They were silent, absorbing the news. Apollo spoke up. "What do you mean?"

I sighed. "Do you think he'd stop at destroying the Olympians?"

"Where else would he go?" Apollo asked, frowning deeply in thought.

"He wouldn't attack the mortals, would he?" Hera questioned. I shook my head, opening my mouth to answer, but the words were snatched from my lips.

"He'd go to the camps," whispered Aphrodite. "To our children."

Gasps were heard around the room, along with protests. "He wouldn't dare!" "What about his friends?" "I thought that was his home!"

"Silence!" Zeus thundered. He eyed the ruffled immortals, then me. "How do we stop this?"

Zeus had two sons at the camps, one of which was Jason, a hero of Olympus.

I shook my head slowly. "You can't stop him. You just have to hope that you don't piss him off any more than he already is."