Hey guys. Sorry for making you wait on this one. I've been super backed up with getting ready for my first semester of college in the fall. This chapter is a bit of a filler one while I chop out exact details on how the next few chapters are going to go. anyways, since this story's readers seem to be the lifeblood of Aruba, the second chapter of that is out too. I've been trying to alternate between writing those, and I'm trying to work up the grit to get back into Breaking point, because id like to get back into that one as well. Anyways, here's the chapter. I hope you enjoy. As always, please give me any criticisms or comments you can think of. Shout out to RandomFuckingGuy for reminding me to explain some things that I hadn't gotten to yet.

Day 1:

Percy

I don't want to rest. I don't need to rest. Sam and Dean both keep insisting that I do, but i can't. After what happened yesterday at Camp, how can anyone even think of resting? They're all crazy, even Jason. I've been pacing the library back and forth for an hour now. Sam is reading from some very heavy volumes. I can't do that. Partially because of my nerves, and partially because the books are written in English.

"Alright fish boy." Dean says, walking into the library, freshly dressed and showered. "If you can't sit still, and you refuse to read up, why don't you come with me on a run. We definitely don't have enough food stocked up here for all of you." He urges.

My stomach is yelling at me. So that's what that was. I assumed it was just the growing pit of despair and anger, but at the mention of food, it becomes clear. I think back. I haven't eaten since dinner yesterday at camp. And that was before 2 separate battles. I could use the fuel, and so could my friends. "Alright." I say weakly, and make for the stairs that I'm told I was carried down yesterday. That's kind of embarrassing.

"Uh, where the hell do you think your going?" Dean questions.

"To the door?" I reply, confusion in my voice.

"Alright, well first of all, the garage is that way. Second, you aren't going anywhere dressed like that."

I look down. I'm not wearing my armor, so I don't see a problem. Then it takes a moment to register. Im wearing a bright orange shirt with a Pegasus on it, and it has blood stains, burn holes, and other marks. I look up at Dean, and nod. "You got something I can borrow?"

Before long, we are on the road, in a light green Cadillac, old school. I'm wearing a flannel, and a jacket over it. Weird. Dean seems pissed off. "Everything alright?" I ask, punching myself for the stupidity of the question. How could he be?

"No, im pissed. We left Baby in NYC." He grumbles.

"Baby?" I question. What the hell is he on about?

"My car. The Black Impala. My Baby." He groans. I swear there's a tear on his cheek. This dude has issues.

"Um…"

"It's the last thing i have of my Dad's. Its Sam and I's life. Our home, before the bunker." He said soulfully.

Now I get it. It's not just a car. Maybe he's less bonkers than I originally thought. "Right. Well, Nico can't make that trip, not for a while. If you want, tomorrow I'll drive back with you and we can get it. Leave Sam at the bunker with Jason to strategize. He's good at that."

Dean mulls it over in his head, and then he smiles. "Alright Jackson. I'll take you up on that offer."

Hazel

By the time I'd gotten up and checked on Nico, Percy and Dean had already left for their run. After getting ahold of a cup of coffee, I settled into a chair across the table from Sam. He was already nose deep into what he referred to as 'The Lore." Being in the dark was frustrating. I offered to help, and he sent me to go grab some file from the second floor. I liked Sam. He was responsible, and thinking ahead of the game. That wasn't something you saw in demigods all too often. On my way to the stairs down, I passed Frank in the hall.

"Hey there." I said, giving him a quick hug and offering him my cup of coffee. He accepted gratefully.

"Where are you off to this early?" He asked, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He was so cute when he was like this. It reminded me of the old Frank.

"Well, first off, it's 12:30. You've been sleeping for 13 hours, straight." I said, trying not to scold. From what I'd seen, he'd protected lots of younger campers during the final battle yesterday. "Second, I'm helping Sam find as much as possible on this 'Abaddon.' He sent me to grab some files from downstairs."

"I'll go with you then." He smiled, offering his free hand.

The room was fairly easy to find. The door creaked open, and Frank flicked on the lights. As they flickered on, a room of wire shelves appeared. They were filled high with bins of files and boxes. As i looked around for the file Sam specified, I felt a strange presence. Strange, yet somehow familiar... I looked around for something out of the ordinary. Finally, I reached the back of the room, and noticed that the shelves did not reach the back of the wall. I pushed, and then pulled, and the shelves moved, revealing a hidden part of the room behind the shelves. Frank set the cup of coffee down on a shelf, and followed me into this new area. Beyond, was a stout white man chained to a chair, with duct tape over his mouth. I was about to go forward and help him, But frank grabbed me.

"Look." He pointed at the floor. Oh gods.

There was a giant, intricate pentagram painted into the floor surrounding the chair. He stepped forward to the man and pulled the duct tape from his face.

"Bloody Hell!" He shouted, licking his lips. A fpriegn accent. "Would it kill to be able to breathe through my mouth once and awhile!" he continued to shout.

Frank stepped back. "Who are you?" He questioned.

"The man's eyes settled on us, looking us over, before a sly smile spread across his lips. "Demigods! Haven't seen your kind in ages! And a child of Hades, no wait, Pluto. Doesn't matter, the same family. You can call me Uncle Crowley, dearest." He directed at me. "I'm the King of Hell." He smiled. What. The. Hell.

Jason

The first thing i did when I woke up was to check on everyone. Wed been sleeping for a couple hours, after the battle, we needed it. With camp gone, the next step was to assess our forces. I hated to think of my friends like that, but that's what they were in this case. All of the 7, including Nico and will had made it. Piper was sleeping soundly. There was also Raven, the Hephaestus kid, who would be incredibly important for making new weapons. There was Bellamy from the Ares cabin. Monty and Jasper from Apollo. A couple more that I didn't recognize. All in all, there were about 25 of us. Which meant there were over twice that missing in action.

Once I was finished, I made my way to the library where I found Sam, neck deep in a stack of books. "Morning." I offered, taking a seat across from him.

"Morning." He mumbled in reply, half not paying attention.

"Where's Dean?" I asked, picking up a book from his stack, flipping through it.

"He went to go make a run with Percy. We don't really have enough food for all of you. Or magic plates.

I nodded. "Right." I flipped through the book. There were accounts of demon attacks. So what are you researching?"

"Men of Letter's history on Abaddon. Trying to figure out why she'd try and wipe out an entire camp of demigods. And how she new about it in the first place." Because we could be a threat?" I offered. "What I'm trying to figure out is how she got through the magical anti-monster barrier. And all her pals."

"Well, she's a whole different class of monster. I mean, she's a Knight of Hell. They're impossibly powerful. The first born demons, hand picked and created by Lucifer himself." He explained, looking up at me for the first time this morning. He looked terrible, like he hadn't gotten any sleep since we got here.

I mulled over the idea in my head. It made sense. I mean, the Bull had made its way into camp, when Thalia's tree was sick. And the gods weren't stopped by the barrier. Maybe the direct creations of Satan were exempt from that too. And if she had access, she easily could've gotten the rest of the monsters and demons in with relative ease. "I guess that makes sense." I replied. closing the book. "So, what's next? How do we kill her? Find her?" I followed up. I was a little out of my league here, but I was trying.

"No idea." He said, accenting his frustration by slamming the book he was reading shut. "Dean and I have been trying to figure that out for almost a year now. We had her out of the game for a while by putting a Devil's trap bullet in her head, and chopping her up." He said.

Those images flashed in my head, and I almost puked. "Devil's traps? Those things actually work?"

"On demons, yeah. He replied, drawing a pentagram on a sheet of paper with a pen. "Traps demons. Keeps them from using demonic powers. Keeps them from smoking out of their meat suit...er host bodies." He explained.

"Huh." I said. That was pretty cool, all things considered. There was a whole world out there that we demigods didn't even know about, completely oblivious. Obviously Chiron knew about it. Chiron. What had happened to him? "What happened to Chiron?" I blurted out at Sam.

He looked up at me, startled. "OH, let me think." He closed his eyes, and squeezed the bridge of his nose. "He and Mr. D tried to hold off Abaddon while everyone else escaped. I'm honestly not sure." He looked up at me. "I'm sure he's fine."

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure he's alright." I lied to myself, trying to convince myself than Sam.

Just then, Percy and Dean walked in, laden with grocery bags. "Frozen pizzas, Chicken nuggets, pizza rolls, and taquitos." Dean shouted, grin on his face. "The meals of champions." He seemed proud of himself. After Percy dropped off the groceries, he took a seat next to me.

"I got ahold of Annabeth, Iris message. She's on her way here now, she should be here in 2 days." He said, relieved. I know he must've been worried like crazy about her since camp fell.

"Yeah, Sammy, we gotta get ourselves one of those things. It was crazy." He smiled. Sam raised his eyebrow at us.

"Iris messages." i explained. "Instant visual and audio connection to anybody, courtesy of the goddess Iris." I told him. "All you need is a golden Drachma and a rainbow."

"Nifty." He said

"Oh, and by the way, Percy and I are gonna drive to NYC tomorrow and go grab Baby." Dean said to the both of us.

"Seriously? I asked.

"Yeah. Figured it's the least I could do, considering they saved our asses. Besides, I cant just sit here and do nothing like the rest of you." He said, a hint of bitterness in his voice. He could be short tempered at times. Before anyone could respond, Frank and Hazel arrived, holding a box and looking rather stunned.

"Everything alright? Sam asked, taking the box from her.

"Yeah." Hazel said. "Everything is totally fine."

Hazel

"King...of Hell?" I questioned, confused.

"The one and only." The man with the Scottish accent, Crowley, replied.

"Hell as in, the Hell?" Frank questioned, trying to wrap his head around the concept.

"No, the hell as in the fake hell, OF COURSE THE HELL." He shouted at us. I jumped. "So dear old dad never mentioned me? Your brother did not? Strange." he mused.

"Nico knows you?" I questioned, a little angry. Why was I angry?

"Oh yes, we've met. Struck quite a few deals. Run some errands for me as well.

"What kind of errands?" Frank asked.

"Oh, you know. Feed the hellhounds, fetch some souls, kill some people who double crossed me." I wasn't sure what to say.

"Hazel, we should go." Frank turned, pulling me back towards the door.

"No." I insisted, shrugging off his hand. "I want to hear what he wants." I said.

"Well, what i really want is out of here, I don't suppose you could help with that."

"No. If you're locked up here, Sam and Dean must have a reason.

"Fine." He grumbled. "How about a message for dear old daddy.

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