I sat down, rubbing my forehead. The voices kept playing in my mind, speaking to me. I tried to block them out, but the harder I tried the weaker I became. I proceeded to lie down on my bed. With a wave of my hand, the lights were extinguished. It was much better in the dark. I could finally have a little bit of time to rest. The voices still went on with their pursuit to have me listen.

"I promise I'll try harder next time."

"I swear it was an accident!"

"I swear that I would never hurt you again."

They continued in this fashion for quite sometime until I grew exhausted and fell asleep. Later a knock at the door woke me from a much-needed slumber, to which I responded with a mumbled "come in". The door to my room creaked open.

"My Lord?" Are you alright?"

One of the lamps was turned on. I looked over to see who it was. Low and behold was my personal assistant, Sadie. She was a nice little shade I had found in the Underworld one day. She was very helpful as well, bringing me food, making sure I got up on time, and pushing me out the door to see Aletheia. I could hear her step closer towards me.

"You don't look so good, my Lord," she said. "Would like something to eat or drink? I can always get you some more Tylenol. That usually helps with the headaches."

"No, I'm fine," I said. "I just need a break from work."

Sadie stepped forward. She looked over me and judging by the frown on her face, she wasn't happy with what she saw. "My Lord, you look tired. You're overworked again."

"I'm fine," I insisted and tried to stand up. Sadie promptly pushed me back down onto the bed.

"No," she said firmly. "You are going to stay in bed until you feel better. I'll go tell the chefs to whip you up a little something to make you feel better. Now until I return, I want you to stay on your bed and not move."

"But the reports-"

"The reports can wait, my Lord," she said. "You have to focus on yourself right now. Focus on getting better."

I gave up trying to reason with Sadie. She always knew best when it came to my wellbeing. I took her advice and slept for the next couple of hours. When I awoke, I found my dinner sitting on a small table in my room. Dragging myself from the comfort of my bed, I sat down to the table, and looked down at my meal. I would usually eat dinner with my father, but he understood that I would sometimes be under the weather and wouldn't be able to get even a few feet from my bed.

I only managed to eat a little bit of the food that was before me. My appetite was smaller than it used to be when I was a mortal. Well, it might have been because I was a teenage boy. After pushing away my half eaten meal, I decided exercising would make me feel a little better. I left my room silently, knowing that Sadie would probably hear me and force me to get some more rest.

I made my around the Hades' palace, feeling a little more like myself already. The voices weren't as prominent, and energy was already seeping into my weary bones. Even a few hours of rest did wonders to me. I continued to walk around the palace, enjoying the quietness. Perhaps people have finally learnt that making oaths isn't exactly the best choice to make unless they really mean it.

I decided to return to my palace to fill out the reports sitting on my desk so that I could turn in early. However, each step I took felt like my stomach was being twisted into knots. I took slower steps, giving myself a moment to catch my breath. There was no point in trying to teleport myself back to my palace, I had done that before and it was one of the biggest regrets that I have. The pain was almost unbearable! But now, if I didn't make it back to my room, I would probably collapse in the middle of this deserted hallway, which has already happened before.

The twisting of my stomach grew worse. I was hunched over from the pain, somewhere someone was doing something really bad, and I was paying for it. I managed to get myself to the hallway in which my room was located. Sadie would be around here somewhere. If I collapsed, she would be able to help me.

Fumbling for the door handle, I stumbled into my room, using nearby furniture to support myself. The bed looked so far away. I wouldn't be able to make it. I sat down in my favorite velvet chair. I sunk into the plush material, not wanting to get up and move again. It made it much easier to deal with the pain if I just didn't move. However, the pain grew worse. I curled myself up into a fetal position and tried to power through it. My head was pounding, never have I felt so much pain before. It was almost too much for me to bear. When I thought it couldn't get any worse, the pain went shooting up my spine, causing me to jerk out of the fetal position and curl up on the floor.

Going deep into my mind, I searched for the culprit responsible for my pain. They would be receiving a little visit. I came upon an image of a young girl. Her face was foggy due to the fact that the pain was distracting me. The blurred image showed me that she had punk styled hair and piercing, blue eyes. When the image finally became clear, it shocked me to see the face of Thalia Grace, the daughter of Zeus.

Kudos to booknerd95 for helping me out with this chapter.