DISCLAIMER: Percy Jackson and any of the affliated works do not belong to me. Sythe, and the plot are the only things I own. The characters affiliated with PJO, HoO, or ToA belong firmly to Rick Riordan.
Thank you, enjoy.
~~~
"Enter," a booming voice sounded from within the room. She stepped inside, walking forward to kneel at the feet of the Lord sitting on the ornate throne, a regal woman poised elegantly beside him.
"You called, sir." She bowed her head respectfully.
"It's high time you venture out into the mortal world for reasons beyond soul hunting. You have, without a doubt, been my most loyal, never once have you complained about your job, or backed down from a challenge. I have a proposal for you, child. You have heard of Camp Half-Blood, of course. It's where Demigods of your age, or rather of the age you appear, train and stay safe. Of course you have no use for this, but I believe interaction will be beneficial for you."
"Father, I must admit that sounds lovely, however what of my job?" She asked in her low alto voice, words gracefully dancing through the spacious and grand hall.
"You will still be called on, but in your spare time, instead of staying here, you have the choice of staying at this camp. Do you find this suitable?"
"Of course, Father. I would appreciate this opportunity. If I may ask, what are the directions to such a place?"
Hades chuckled, brushing his thumb over Persephone's knuckles.
"I shall have my son, Nico, escort you the first time."
She froze.
"You mean the boy who brought your daughter, Hazel, back from the Underworld? Under my nose, no less?"
Persephone giggled, a high, dainty sound that fluttered through the room.
"The very same. Your only mistake. Though I suppose it led to the world being spared Gaia's wrath. I suppose I must finally forgive you," her lovely voice offered. She dipped her head again as the door opened soundlessly behind her.
"That is very generous, my lady. I will not fail in such a way again."
Footsteps sounded behind her. She didn't look up, merely tensed. She'd long since learned to attack no one in this place unless provoked.
"Stand, Scythe. Meet Nico di Angelo, my son." She stood and turned to them, brushing her hair out of her face and revealing a deep scar that extended from the bones below her eye to her ear on the right side of her face. The boy reached out a hand, which she grasped firmly.
"Pleasure," he muttered boredly.
Persephone cleared her throat, turning their attention back to her.
"Scythe, bare this warning well. If any find out your true identity, your fate will be worse than the last time you failed. The only ones to know your identity should be this boy, should you choose to tell him, Chiron, and Dionysus. Do not fail me again." She boomed the last few words before dismissing them. Scythe summoned her blade, the same as her namesake, and it automatically attached itself to her back, a trick she'd learned some 30 years ago.
As they walked out, Nico raised his eyebrows at her.
"Nice party trick."
She smirked.
"Party tricks don't tend to be deadly, unless Hades forbid, it's one truly fucked up party." She told him.
"You're clearly a child of Hades, the aura around you is deadly, much like mine. My question is, how didn't I know about you?" He asked, seemingly innocently curious. Two could play that game
"Father likes keeping cards hidden up his sleeve. Pleasure to meet you at last, Di Angelo. How is Miss Levesque adjusting to life after her stint in Asphodel?" She asked innocently, and got the pleasure of watching the look on his face. He looked surprised, but reigned it in, darkening his features.
"How in Hades do you know that? He keeps his secrets under lock and key. Child of his or not, he doesn't like to advertise when he fails, if you want to call it that."
She turned to him slightly.
"Because Nico, It wasn't his failure, it was mine. I was too focused on Thanatos, the Doors, and escaping souls, so I didn't pay enough attention. You slipped in beyond my notice. I paid the consequences. Persephone made sure of that."
He stopped walking and turned to her, examining her. They were similarly clad, in all black, from the boots to the jackets. The only difference was that his was an Aviators jacket, hers just leather, and their weapons. He had a stygian iron sword strapped to his side, she had a scythe strapped to her back. She was thankful most of her scars were hidden, she didn't need more questions. He studied her scar, and after a moment he spoke.
"Who are you?"
She smiled darkly.
"I'm the Grim Reaper. I patch the holes Thanatos misses. I am Hades's oldest living child. I am Scythe."
~~~
A/N: This is an idea I've been playing at for a while. Let me know what you think, or any ideas. This is my first ever fanfic, so it may not be the best. I will update whenever I can.