EDIT: As I'm sure some of you have noticed, this chapter is noticeably shorter. Fear not; the second part of the chapter has just been remade into the next chapter since the two parts seemed to clash with each other rather than meld together.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the God Eater franchise or any of the references made to Rick Riordan's works. I do, however, own the characters Lexi and Arielle as well as any of the other characters that will later show up in the story.

Chapter One

Her mother was as beautiful as ever.

Lexi's gaze was always automatically drawn to her mother whenever she took out the photograph.

With long golden blonde hair and dark blue eyes that often twinkled with either amusement or happiness, it was hard not to gravitate towards Nicolle La Guardia solely off of her appearance. But as beautiful as she had been on the outside, she had also been a very beautiful person on the inside as well. She had her quirks that often left both her husband and her best friend exasperated with her, but there was no doubt she had been a kind, compassionate and caring person who reached out towards those who needed a hand.

She had comforted her best friend when he lost his wife to child birth, helping him raise his son as a single father and often whacking him over the head with a heavy dictionary if he was doing something wrong or left his son alone for long periods of time.

Then there was the time that Nicolle, all by herself, raided the hide out of a gang of thugs who were extorting the locals in the Outer Ghetto. The thugs never stood a chance once she had been on the warpath.

And one memorable moment was her mother kicking down the door of the labs and performing an impromptu rescue of her best friend's son, claiming cruel and inhumane treatment before taking him back to her living quarters to spend the rest of the day much to the ire of her best friend and all of the scientists.

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... alright, maybe there were a few character flaws that Nicolle had needed to work on such as her tendency to resort to violence a lot of the time, but it did not detract from her character in any way.

At least in her daughter's opinion.

Lexi looked down at the photograph fondly, a small smile gracing her lips as she stared down at her mother's radiant face beaming up at her. Her fingers traced the silver frame that protected the picture; it was one of the few remaining precious remnants she had of the past.

The photo had been taken when she was six years old. In the photograph was Lexi's entire family: her mother, her father, her aunt, her twin brother and her mother's best friend and his son who just so happened to be Lexi and her brother's best friend as well. Her aunt was holding on to her brother, Nicolle was clutching her best friend's son like he was an extra cuddly teddy bear and Lexi was being held carefully by her mother's best friend as if he was afraid that he would drop her.

All three females were giving the camera their biggest and brightest smiles.

The males on the other hand either looked very uncomfortable or absolutely miserable.

Lexi's gaze drifted towards her younger self.

She had often been told that she greatly resembled her mother. Lexi had inherited Nicolle's golden blonde hair and dark blue eyes and as she grew up over the years, the resemblance between mother and daughter was on par to being identical twins. The only difference between them would be their ages.

But even as she stared down at the photograph in her hands, Lexi just couldn't see it. She may have physically looked like Nicolle, but she was nothing like her mother in terms of personality.

Her mother had been radiant.

A blazing star.

The light that cut through the darkness.

Lexi on the other hand was more introverted, preferring a quiet corner to sit in and curl up to read a good book. When she was younger, many people had feared Lexi would end up exactly like her mother.

Because as much as Nicolle lit up whatever room she walked into, she was also a force to reckoned with. A fact that was very much bemoaned by her husband who often had to deal with the aftermath of whatever damage Nicolle caused.

As nostalgic as it was to look at the photo and remember the good times before her world was turned on a 180 axis, it also hurt like hell to look at because it reminded Lexi of her present situation.

Her parents were dead. And as decreed by the True Gods, she was separated from her twin brother and everyone else she loved for both her own safety and that of those around her.

With a deep sigh, she gently placed the photograph in a box that was layered with soft material to prevent any damage to the precious memory. But not before she got in one last glance at the people who were staring at her from within the photo.

Lysander.

Aunt Kirsten.

Uncle Johannes.

Lexi's gaze lingered on the boy who was sitting on her mother's lap practically being crushed to death in one of Nicole's 'hugs of doom'. He had dark brown skin that he had inherited from his mother, blond hair that was a lighter shade than hers which he had gotten from his father and eyes as blue as the endless sky.

...Soma.

The boy in question was sulking, an angry frown on his face as he glared at the camera with surprising vehemence for a six year old.

Lexi's eyes softened; she had always been so intensely jealous of her best friend's eyes.

Lost in nostalgic memories, it took the girl several seconds to realize that someone was lightly knocking on the door of her bedroom. In one fluent movement, she clamped the lid down shut on the box before shoving it underneath her bed and hiding it from view.

"Come in!" She shouted.

The knob turned and the door opened, revealing a long and lean young man standing in the door way. He had pale skin, tousled black hair and eyes the colour of her favorite snack- chocolate. He was dressed entirely in black; black jeans, black t-shirt, black combat boots and to finish off his look a black leather jacket.

It was obvious to anyone with a pair of functioning eyes that the young man was quite the lover of black. He was also good looking, especially with the way his ears stuck out a bit. But Lexi never thought of him as more of a friend.

Lexi's face lit up when she saw him. How long had it been since he dropped by for a visit? "Anubis!"

He chuckled. "Hello, Lexi. It's good to see you again."

The girl quickly stood up and brushed off the front of her dress. "What are you doing here?"

Anubis smiled at her and it made Lexi do a double take. Whenever Anubis smiled at her in the past, it tended to fall into the categories of being either 'sad' or 'bittersweet'. She knew that the dark haired boy had not been directly responsible for ripping her from everything she knew and loved, but seeing her always seemed to bring out feelings of guilt within him.

Anubis was of the opinion that Lexi should not be locked up in a house, even if it was for her own good.

He was similar to Arielle in that aspect.

"I was sent to come up and fetch you. Now come. You have someone waiting downstairs for you."

"Who is it?" Lexi tilted her to the side, curious.

As isolated as she was in her current living situation, people did drop in from time to time to make sure she was alright. Arielle was an exception in that she visited Lexi everyday; the exception being when Arielle was extremely busy with other matters.

Anubis just smiled at her.

"Why don't you just go down to the living room and see?"

Lexi stared at Anubis with a questioning gaze, but the dark haired man just gestured for her to follow him. Realizing that she was not going to get any answers out of him unless she did as he requested, she followed him.

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