Eros sat in the woods, taking a large fallen tree trunk as his seat. The sky was once again night and he looked up to the stars above. Hundreds of tiny distant lights and for once the sky was clear enough to stare at them. Eros recognised most of the constellations however a new one did interest him. A huntress it seemed to make and he recognised Artemis's power all over it. After all with his blessing on Jackson messing with Artemis's hunters he'd gotten familiar with it. As he looked he could feel it, a life force or something that once lived. Had Artemis made somebody into a constellation during his imprisonment. By Chaos how many years had passed since he was free and he was still getting his head around all the history both normal and godly. Before Eros could look any further into it he felt the presence of gods, he heard the sound of trees being pushed aside and waved his hand over the ground. A flame of purple fire erupted from the ground providing light and warmth. Figures came out into light, emerging from the woods and one out of thin air. Moros, Momus and Dolos all arrived. Moros sat his weight of muscle causing the earth a quick shake, Moros wore an old beaten up vest and pants that were dirty and ripped in several places. He sighed rubbing his large hands over his buzz cut of blood-red hair. In the purple fire the scars that marked years of fighting seemed to take an altogether grimmer look. Dolos took a seat on stone that sat in-between some tree roots off to the side. As always Dolos wore simple uninterested clothes, a better way to blend in and remain unnoticed. He pulled over the hood of his coat to hide his features.

"Dolos, is that really needed?" Eros asked.

Dolos shrugged.

"Nobody has seen my face since ten BC and I intend to keep that record thank you"

Next to Eros on the tree trunk Momus laughed.

"And since then all women have been spared the horror of your face" Momus said from behind his mask. Tonight the mask was of a fat bald man laughing madly, painted tears running down the yellowish skin of the mask and thick white teeth hiding Momus's own. Dolos grumbled to himself trying to ignore Momus, after all getting into a debate with the god of mockery wasn't a wise idea as many had learnt. The youthful god Momus lounged on the tree trunk, his wizard outfit he'd stolen from a ten-year old in New York was too small for him revealing his own clothes underneath. Under the red and orange fur of the wizard custom was only a pair of jeans and a shirt with a yellow smiley face on it. Eros clapped his hands looking around them.

"So news, report how did it all go?" He asked,

Moros spoke first.

"I found a few gods I use to fight with and got their support"

Eros nodded with a smirk.

"Great…Dolos?"

Dolos shrugged.

"I'd rather ask how has your work been going?"

Eros raised an eyebrow.

"Any problems here Dolos?"

Dolos waved his hand across them.

"We're some short aren't we?"

Eros nodded while Moros checked himself before looking at Dolos.

"Your not accusing him of anything are you?" Moros asked making Dolos shift in on his seat.

"What? no, no man, I'm just keen to know the bigger news rather than our chores really"

Eros waited for silence before letting his wings spread out in comfort.

"Well her ladyship wont be attending our little meet ups for security reasons after all dark things are stirring…"

Before he could go on Momus interrupted

"Oh so it is Ladyship or lady because I was curious about whether she is still technically a queen or not?"

Moros grumbled,

"I told you that Hera is queen as Rhea was effectively dethroned during the titan war"

Momus laughed to himself,

"Hera! More like queen of bitchiness than gods…"

Eros grunted making both of them quiet.

"Momus please may we go on and leave your lack of manners?"

Momus smiled a dark evil grin.

"Sure… after all you are a Primeval"

Eros flexed his wings and expanded them to their full reach. One wing slapping Momus fully in the face knocking off his mask and pushing backwards and off the tree trunk. Momus winced as Eros just went on.

"Putting aside damn terminology. Phantasos wont be joining us, he took my proposal back to his farther Hypnos in the underworld but Hypnos declined. However there was good news out of this."

Dolos raised his hooded head,

"Oh…what?" he asked.

Eros grinned himself just thinking about it.

"The Goddess who guards Hypnos overheard it all and joined us instead"

From behind Momus laughed as he pulled himself up and rejoined them.

"That's great, really great"

Eros went on.

"Even so she made sure Hypnos or Phantasos wont tell anybody about us"

Dolos leaned forward,

"What about the oracle?" he asked.

Moros looked between them.

"What's this?" he said confused.

Eros sighed.

"Rachel, Rachel Elizabeth Dare… I hadn't taken her into account. The blessing and the Oracle of Delphi don't go together well. I visited her house and the paintings prove my suspicion right. After meeting with Jackson things seem to have sort themselves out but she shouldn't be an oracle once no longer a maiden"

Dolos nodded.

"But she can't be allowed to go without powers ether otherwise Apollo may notice it"

Eros rolled his eyes.

"Oh trust me pretty boy wont find out… I've had to step in and mess with how she's the oracle,"

Momus interrupted again.

"Like the hunters?"

Eros nodded.

"Aye like the hunters I've given her a small delusion or at least she wont question it for now and allowed her to keep her powers while stopping the spirit of Delphi from protesting in a manner of speaking…besides the maiden rule was already somewhat flexible with May Castellan."

Momus again cut in.

"While she never got to become the oracle so…but she wasn't a maiden before if that's what you mean yes"

Silence filled the woods as the purple flames flickered.

"Well…" Dolos asked, " What do you want us to do?"

Eros leaned back.

"Not much, I've already used her parents to get her out of camp without suspicion but things are progressing quickly. Sooner or later we'll be found out and all hell will break loose. I want you to kidnap her, by the time somebody starts to wonder how long it's been since they heard from her we'll be found out anyhow. But I have another task as well… I need a demigod tracked Nico di Angelo."

Momus raised an eyebrow.

"I thought that was a shop?"

Dolos put his hands to his head

"Nico you jester not Nike… how do you confuse that? There was a whole last name for the sake of chaos?"

Moros clicked his knuckles.

"Do we need to kidnap this one as well?"

Eros shook his head.

"Not yet I need him to do something first before we can grab him"

Dolos stared at Eros in thought.

"Wait… did you get the book?"

Eros chuckled,

"Sort of and things are moving gentlemen. We've getting more support, Eusebeia is working with the Nesoi so everything will be ready… and I need to have a little talk with my sister"

Moros raised a hand.

"And her ladyship… or lady Rhea" He said with a glance at Momus.

Eros stared into the fire, the purple flames dancing and writhing under his control.

"The main demigods should just about all be in hand, Piper McLean and Leo Valdez should be arriving at camp, then we deal with camp Jupiter once we're ready"

Momus coughed.

"Assuming Hera doesn't find out before and start messing around…more than she already has been"

Dolos sighed.

"I'm on the case and I'll track Nico while I'm at it but I'm not sure why if you have the book?"

Eros stood up.

"The book is complicated, I can't move it yet but once I can bring it out the library I wont need him to be tracked by you"

The flames died down as they all stood. Moros turned his hands becoming fists as they looked in the same direction.

"What's that?" Momus asked as the wind flicked with more power.

Eros gestured forwards as a green thick mist seeped through the woods. As thick green fog wrapped around a figure approached. It wore an old-fashioned military long coat and all its clothing seemed to be from the one of the world wars. But most striking was the gas mask, which covered the whole head and had a pipe leading from the mouthpiece to a box on the chest. In one hand they carried an old-fashioned revolver, a Lugar pistol which they held upward as the glass eyes of the mask looked over them.

"May I present Achlys, one of our new supporters"