The Forgotten One

Chapter Four: The Beast

Aita crept silently into the large warehouse. It wasn't very hard to find, considering that several large cyclops were guarding the outside. Aita made short work of them. After that he'd climbed to the top level and crawled through an open window. The brick building was about three stories high, with an endless maze of shelves and corridors going in all directions. He saw several guards patrolling the complex; demigods with assault rifles, monsters with clubs and even a hellhound on a leash. Small vehicles zipped by, carrying crates and other supplies. Aita noticed a truck was being loaded by several workers, and that most of the vehicles seemed to be dropping boxes there.

Aita silently jumped from shelf to shelf. It would be easy enough to pick them all off, one by one, but he couldn't risk Nero being alerted to his presence and making an escape. He was going to leap to another shelf, but two voices stopped him.

"Hurry up! His majesty wants this shipment out of here as soon as possible!" It was a man in a black tuxedo. He was yelling at a young man in a neon vest and an orange hardhat.

"His majesty isn't even here!" The younger man yelled. "Besides, he said that he wanted these vials of Greek Fire loaded last so there's no risks! But if you want to call him and explain what the holdup is, be my guest."

"Fine." It sounded like Tuxedo Guy was speaking through gritted teeth. "Just be ready to ship out when everything else is loaded."

"Yes, sir," The younger man muttered sarcastically as his superior walked away.

Aita brought two fingers up to his ear and spoke into the earpiece he'd been provided, "Hemera, Nero's not here. What do I do?"

It was quiet for a moment. "Kill anyone inside, then burn the warehouse. See if you can't, ah, convince one of the men to tell you where Nero is."

"Will do, out," Aita said as he cut the communication. Taking a look around to make sure nobody was near, he leapt down behind the man and silently cut his throat. Then he hid the body in one of the boxes. Deciding that the man in the tuxedo was the one most likely to be in charge, Aita decided to question him.

Peeking from behind the corner of one of the shelves, Aita noticed two men trying to operate a forklift. Aita dove out from behind his cover and fired two arrows at once. The men fell dead with an arrow in each of their necks. As he went, he placed explosive arrows on anything that could have been flammable.

Aita finally found the Tuxedo Man walking into a side room; most likely the man's office. Aita turned himself into a fly and crawled under the door frame.* The man was hunched over a computer, massaging his temple. Aita assumed human form again and walked up behind him.

Pulling out his hunting knife, Aita grabbed the man from behind and hauled him to his feet. When he started to struggle, Aita pressed the blade against the man's throat. The man stilled.

"Where's Nero?" Aita asked.

"I-I don't know," The man whispered.

"You're lying."

The man did his best to shake his head. "I'm not, I swear! We don't know where he goes until he gets there!"

"Then there's no point in letting you live."

"W-wait!" The man cried. He reached out and grabbed a piece of paper from the desk. "This is a shipping manifest of everything coming in and out of New York in the next month, I'm sure he'll be here somewhere!"

Aita took it and put in his back pocket. "Thanks."

The man swallowed nervously. "A-and now you'll let me go?"

In response, Aita slit the man's throat. He turned back into a fly and flew out of the warehouse. Once outside, he took a vantage point on top of a nearby building. After shifting back into human form, he waited for his arrows to go off. Five minutes later, the warehouse was consumed by massive green flames which incinerated anything inside; be it weapons, armor, or people.

Deciding that he was finished, Aita calmly turned around and leapt from the rooftop, leaving no sign he had been there.

-o-

"Nero wasn't there," Aita said as he stormed up to Hemera. "Only a few of his men and some monsters."

Hemera put a hand under her chin. "Strange. My sisters assured me that he would be there."

"You think he knew I was coming?"

Hemera shook her head. "How could he? We made sure that nobody but us knew you were going to be there. It must have been a coincidence, you will get him next time."

Aita held up the shipping manifest. "And now we know when and where he'll be."

Hemera took the slip of paper and began to read it. After a moment she nodded. "On June 4, there's to be a massive shipment of weapons and armament heading into New York. Nero will surely be there to oversee it."

Aita nodded. "That's what I thought too, but June 4 isn't for another few weeks. What do we do until then?"

Hemera shrugged. "Get some rest. You've been gone for a long time. Perhaps it's best to reacquaint yourself with the modern world."

Aita raised an eyebrow. "How?"

Hemera smiled. "Well, in recent decades the mortals have figured out how to use electricity to power machines."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes. Now they entertain themselves with things called television and computers." She summoned a black rectangular device with buttons all over it. "Why don't I show you how they work?" She pressed a button and a large appliance on the wall flickered to life.

Aita turned from the device to Hemera and found her sitting on one of the many velvet couches that were present in the room. "Sit down," She said with a small smile. "It's much more enjoyable this way."

Aita did so and turned his attention back to the television. Hemera began to flick through the channels, and Aita couldn't help but be astonished by what he was seeing. Mortals made this? He would have to give Prometheus his compliments when he saw him next.

"Since we have a lot of time to kill, I figured that we'd start big," Hemera said. "How about we watch Game of Thrones?"

"Game of Thrones?"

Hemera nodded. "It's considered one of the greatest shows in recent history, and it's coming up on its seventh season."

"Season?"

"Seasons are basically the number of episodes included within the show's yearly runtime. There are around ten episodes per season, and each episode's around an hour long, so each season is about ten hours with commercials."

"Commercials?"

Hemera rolled her eyes. "Just sit back and enjoy the show."

"But what happens if we run out of episodes? Are there other things to watch after that?"

"Hundreds."

Aita's eyes widened. "There can't be that many shows out there. Where could you even find them?"

Hemera smiled. "My friend, wait until I show you Netflix."

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*Since Aita is a god, he can transform himself into any form he wants.

A/N: Ok everyone, if you enjoyed then please leave review saying what you think, if you enjoyed the story so far, or if you have a question you want answered. If you want to know when I'm updating please favorite and follow, it really helps me get motivated and honestly makes my day. I know this was short, but I should have another chapter up in the next two days, if not tomorrow, so hopefully that'll make up for this chapter.

Side note: since this is a fanfic, normal canon is completely out the window right now, so don't expect this to follow the same story as the books. Also, since Aita's working from the shadows to disrupt Gaea, most of the main characters won't appear until the end parts. Finally, I think this story will last for between twenty and thirty chapters, but since I haven't decided how long each chapter should be, I can't be entirely certain.