My mother had explained to my brothers and me what Olympus had looked like back when everything was still in Greece. I was expecting it to look like what she had told me, thinking that the Olympians would have just used magic to repair the damages the attack did to it. I was dead wrong. When the elevator doors opened, I saw that the damage that I had heard that happened was still there. The only real difference was that the bridge from the elevator to Olympus was rebuilt- making it easier to get over to the other side.

Feeling surprised at this, I glanced over at Nemesis, who didn't seem to notice as she walked out of the elevator and onto the slabs that led over to the wreckage of Olympus. I sighed and followed her until we crossed the bridge.

I looked around, trying to take as much detail into my mind as I could. After all, this was the first, and probably the last time I would come here. As I looked over to my right, I saw four women figures standing in the background, seeming to be looking at Nemesis and me. I squinted my eyes to get a better look at them. After a few moments of staring, I finally recognized one of them from what she was wearing and her face shape. Pasithea. I bit the inside of my cheek and looked away. I figured that the other three women were a few of the other Graces. I regretted what I had done, and it only made it worse that my mother and her sisters were watching me as I walked over to Olympus to receive my punishment.

I silently hoped that Zeus didn't care much that I had made a few million humans fall asleep. Maybe the fact that even when I was on Kronos' side I still gave demigods dreams will help soften the punishment that they will give me. My fondness to demigods that have gone down to Hades and lived to tell about it may finally pay off. I thought, remembering some of the dreams I gave to Poseidon's new kid.

"So, you two finally show up," I heard a woman's voice say just before we got to the palace. I looked and saw a woman with long deep black hair lying on the ground in front of us cross legged. She had a fair complexion and was wearing air tight dark blue jeans and a long inky black shirt. Lying next to her were two men. One had jet-black hair and the other one had auburn. Both however, were as pale as Thanatos, and were wearing matching dark blue togas and had their hands underneath their heads.

Nemesis and I stopped in front of them. "You knew we were coming?" I asked her.

The woman on the ground, Hecate nodded. "Yeah. So, Deimos, Phobos and I decided to wait for you," she said and nudged her head to the two men to her left. I heard Nemesis snort. She knew as well as I did that they only waited for us so their punishment would be delayed.

"You know if anyone else is coming?" Nemesis asked them.

The black haired man, Deimos, shook his head. "No, it's just us today," he said with a sarcastic cheery voice. Hecate and Phobos nodded in agreement at the response.

"Was their anyone before us?" I asked them and I watched them stand up.

"We don't know," Deimos replied to me then looked behind him at the wretched palace. I glanced at the building with a smirk. Happy that he and his twin, Phobos, were here while our punishments were being issued.

Hecate let out a long sigh. "Let's just go and get this over with," she said and strode over to the building were the doors used to be. Instead there was a huge pile of metal and such in front of the opening.

I glanced over at the twins and Nemesis then walked over to Hecate. We both started to climb over the pile. After only a few seconds we got to the top of the pile and slid down to the other side. About five seconds later Nemesis, Deimos, and Phobos came over to the other side as well.

"How kind of you to join us," I heard a woman's voice say dryly. I looked up and saw twelve thrones, four of which were occupied.