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Argus was already waiting for Sirius outside JFK airport when he arrived from England. He grabbed Sirius' bags for him and threw them in the back of the van before climbing into the driver's seat. Sirius climbed into the passenger's seat.

"I'm to take you to Olympus," Argus said softly, his voice deep and gravelly from years of no use.

"Olympus?" Sirius asked. "Why?"

Argus just shrugged his shoulders and started driving. Sighing, Sirius looked out the window. He should have known he wouldn't get anything else out of Argus. That was actually the first time he had ever heard him speak.

The ride was short. Or, at least, Sirius assumed it was short. Back in England it was already nearing 12:00, and Sirius was dead tired, having been unable to sleep during his flight. He fell asleep about five minutes into the ride and didn't wake up again until they had stopped in front of the Empire State Building.

Argus stepped out of the van and grabbed Sirius' bag from the back. Sirius followed him into the Empire State Building. Argus stepped up to the front desk and made a few wild gestures with his hands. The man behind the desk nodded and handed Argus a golden key card. Argus, then, handed the key card over to Sirius and gestured to the elevator.

Grabbing the card, Sirius entered the elevator and looked for a spot to insert the key card. His eyes quickly found a small slot underneath all the buttons to put it in, and he slid the card in. At the top of the panel, a button for floor 600 appeared. Looking at Argus' encouraging nod, Sirius pressed the button. The doors to the elevator slammed shut, and it started rushing upwards.

The breath was forced from Sirius' lungs as he clung to the wall. The elevator had to be faster than the carts at Gringotts. It only took a minute to reach floor 600. The doors swung open, and a bunch of grinning faces met Sirius.

"Long time no see," Luke grinned, pulling Sirius into a tight hug.

Sirius laughed and hugged his friend back.

"No kidding," he said, pulling away. "It's been forever. Hey, Travis, Connor, Chris." Sirius pulled each one into a hug as he said their name.

"Hello again, Sirius," Chiron said, walking up behind Sirius. "I'm glad to see you made it in time to join us."

"Yeah," Sirius agreed. "What exactly am I joining you lot for?"

"We're sitting in on the winter council, Death Boy," Clarisse said in her gruff voice. Sirius turned around to look at her frowning face. A hint of a smile sparkled in her chocolate eyes.

"Shall we?" Chiron asked.

The group of around fifteen demigods moved down the long street.

Sirius tried to hide the fact that he was staring, but he couldn't help himself. There were palaces on either side of the street, some more extravagant than others. Minor gods and goddesses strolled along the street, stopping here and there to buy different trinkets from vendors that were littered around the area. A little ways off, in a park, nine beautiful women were giving a concert.

Those must be the Muses, Sirius thought to himself.

Soon enough, the group was standing in front of golden double doors. And sitting next to those golden double doors?

"Father?" Sirius asked, confused.

"Hello again, Sirius," Thanatos replied light in his rich tenor. As he was speaking, he stood up. "Chiron, I must speak with my son."

"Of course, my lord," Chiron bowed. "Would you like us to leave you alone?"

Thanatos gave a small nod of his head.

"Very much so, Chiron," he answered. "Do continue into the throne room. Lord Zeus awaits your arrival, and he is a very impatient man. We will meet you by the elevator after the meeting. Come, Sirius."

Thanatos turned and started to walk off. Sirius waved awkwardly to his friends and followed after his father.

Thanatos led Sirius down a side street and off to a dark corner of Olympus.

"Where are we, Father?" Sirius asked, following Thanatos up a crumbling flight of stairs and to the front gates a dark palace made of what appeared to be obsydian.

"Welcome to my palace on Olympus, my son," Thanatos said tiredly, flicking his hand and caused the front doors to swing open. Father and son stepped in simultaneously. "I am afraid it is not quite as opulent as my palace down in the Underworld, but it is suitable for the rare occasion I use it once every other century, or so."

The doors swung closed behind them, and green fire lit up the torches bracketed along the walls, illuminating the hallway. Thanatos led Sirius down the hall and into a sitting room sparsely furnished with just a black leather sofa and a mahogany coffee table. Thanatos sat down, gesturing for Sirius to do the same.

"Is something the matter, Father?" Sirius asked, sitting down on the sofa.

"I am not yet sure," Thanatos frowned, resting his elbows on the table and clasping his hands in front of him. "A war is brewing, Sirius. I can sense much death coming in the near future."

"A mortal war?" Sirius asked, daring to hope.

Thanatos looked at him with clouded silver eyes. "There is always a mortal war going on, my son. No, I am speaking of the worlds you were born into. The titan Kronos will rise again, sooner rather than later. There will be much death and destruction before he can be stopped."

"What about the Blood Wars going on in England?" Sirius wondered aloud. His father gave him a sympathetic smile.

"I cannot say," he responded. "That is Hecate's domain, not my own. There will be much more bloodshed before it is done, though."

"That's what I was afraid of," Sirius grumbled, rubbing his face with his hands. "Why is it that whenever there is conflict, the first thing people do is jump into fights? It causes so much unnecessary death."

"Mortals and gods are alike in that way," Thanatos sighed, standing up and beginning to pace back and forth. "They do not understand death. Not the way we do. They do not see that it should be avoided at all costs."

"So what do we do?" Sirius asked, eyes following his father as the god paced back and forth.

"Our job, Sirius." Thanatos looked at Sirius with his deep, soulful eyes. "We help people pass on. We end their pain and their suffering." Thanatos held a hand out to his son. "Come. I will show you."

Sirius grabbed his father's hand and the shadows swarmed around them. For a moment, all Sirius could see was blackness, but it was over as quick as it came. In it's place was a kitchen, painted light green.

A young woman with blond hair, streaked with light pink highlights, was busy around the stove making what smelled to Sirius like grilled cheese. A young boy of no more than eleven years was sitting at the table with a small book open. The woman turned around, and Sirius was dazzled by her bright blue eyes. Those eyes skipped over Sirius and his father and went straight to the little boy's side, laying down a plate with the sandwich on it.

"They cannot see us," Thanatos answered his son's questioning look.

"How do you like The Hobbit, Jay?" the woman asked, ruffling the boys blond hair, the same color as the girls own.

Mother and son, Sirius mused, or siblings?

"It's great, Bea," the boy, Jay, grinned. It was just then Sirius noticed how ill looking the boy was. He was pale and shaking. The young woman, Bea, wrapped a large blanket around his shoulders, and kissed his forehead.

"It was my favorite when I was your age," Bea laughed lightly. "Whenever Dad came to visit he would read it to me."

Siblings, then, Sirius realized.

"What's wrong with the boy," Sirius demanded of his father. "Please, tell me I won't have to see another child die." Fierce, silver eyes met the identical, sorrow-filled pair. "Is this some kind of sick amusement to you?"

"Just watch, Sirius," sighed Thanatos. "That boy, Jack Kasper, was born with a rare hereditary disease that affects his immune system. There is no cure. His mother was killed by the same disorder. Beatrice, his sister takes care of him."

Suddenly, there was a crash from somewhere in the hallway. A dark-skinned girl burst into the kitchen.

"You could've knocked," Beatrice joked casually, but Sirius noticed her hand twitch to her right hip. "What's up, Rachel?"

"What's up?" the dark-skinned girl, Rachel, snarled. "Izzy told me everything. I can't believe you would screw my boyfriend behind my back!" Rachel had pulled out a gun.

"Rachel, I have no idea what you're talking about," Beatrice said calmly, eyes trained on the gun. Michael and I are just friends." Her hand was resting on her hip now.

"Shut up, you ugly bitch!" Rachel screeched. She went for the trigger, but Beatrice was faster. She pulled a handgun from the waistband of her jeans and shot Rachel in the chest.

Even as Rachel was falling, Thanatos was moving. As she hit the floor, he pressed his hand to her chest and pulled it back. He was holding a small, white ball of energy in his hand. Sirius watched as his father released the energy and moved back.

"It is time to go, Sirius," he said, stretching his arm out.

Sirius reached out for his father's hand, hardly noticing the shadows compressing around them. They reappeared on the couch.

"Are they going to be okay?" Sirius asked his father, his voice hardly a whisper.

"The Kasper's will be fine," Thanatos reassured his son, wrapping his arms around him. "In a few years, a cure will be developed for Jack's disease, and both he and his sister will live long happy lives."

Sirius nodded his head, leaning into his father's embrace.

"It's time I brought you back to Chiron and the others," Thanatos said softly, a while later, waking Sirius from his nap.

Sirius looked groggily at his father. He nodded his head and let the shadows consume him. They appeared in front of Chiron and the other demigods in a matter of moments. Sirius stumbled slightly as they landed, and Luke quickly reached out a hand to catch him.

"I shall see you soon, Sirius," Thanatos said. Sirius looked back at his father as he disappeared back into the shadow, going to the Underworld, Sirius presumed.

"I think it's about time we all get back home," Chiron said, looking at how tired Sirius seemed.

For the third time since discovering he was a demigod, Sirius found himself in a dream with his father. Sirius assumed they were in Thanatos' palace in the Underworld as it was similar, yet more elegant and better-maintained.

"Hello again, Father," Sirius said, not even having to turn around to know the god was standing there.

"Hello, Sirius,"

Sirius turned to his father, frowning at the exhausted tone to his father's voice. The god's shoulders were sagging, and he looked older than he had appeared earlier in the day.

"Is something the matter, Father?" Sirius asked, stepping forward into Thanatos' embrace.

"It seems the world is going to Tartarus earlier than I assumed," Thanatos sighed, running a tired hand down his face. "Zeus' Master Bolt has been stolen from the Throne Room itself." Sirius' eyes widened in shock. "As has my Lord Hades Helm of Darkness."

"How do two gods get their symbols of power stolen on the same day?" Sirius asked.

"Kronos," Thanatos answered. "He had a spy on Olympus today. I do not yet know who, but I intend to find out. Watch after yourself, Sirius. The worst has yet to come. We will begin your training this summer, I believe. Yes, it is time."

"Father," Sirius started to say, but the man had already vanished into shadow.