Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I only own the OC Alexander Redgrave.

Not wanting to let Percy experience this all on his own, as even Alex had some trouble wrapping his head around it despite the fact he's used to stuff outside of the normal because of his profession as a demon hunting, Alex tagged along with Chiron and Percy for the tour.

When they passed the volleyball pit, several of the campers nudged each other. One pointed to the Minotaur horn that Percy was carrying.

Another said, "That's the other guy."

"They heard about us killing the Minotaur." Alex clarified upon seeing the confused look on his friend's face. "Trust me, they pointed and whispered about me for a full day before finally shutting up about it."

Percy nodded, slightly less uncomfortable with the staring after being told that it'll pass. He looked back at the Big House, making Alex do the same at the four storey tall building with sky blue walls and white trim. At the uppermost window of the attic gable, both of them saw something move the curtain for just a second.

"What's up there?" Percy asked Chiron, he seemed to have seen the shadow too.

The trainer looked where the boy was pointing, and his smile faded. "Just the attic."

"Somebody lives there?"

"No," he said with finality. "Not a single living thing."

"A ghost?" Alex asked.

The trainer didn't answer, "Come along you two," Chiron hedged, his lighthearted tone now a little forced. "Lots to show you, Percy."

They walked through the strawberry fields, where campers were picking bushels of berries while a satyr played a tune on a reed pipe.

Chiron told Percy the camp grew a nice crop for export to New York restaurants and Mount Olympus. "It pays our expenses," he explained. "And the strawberries take almost no effort."

Apparently Mr. D had this effect on fruit-bearing plants: they just went crazy when he was around. Chiron explained, it worked best with wine grapes, but Mr. D was restricted from growing those, so they grew strawberries instead.

They watched the satyr playing his pipe. His music was causing lines of bugs to leave the strawberry patch in every direction.

"Grover won't get in too much trouble, will he?" Percy asked Chiron. "I mean...he was a good protector. Really."

Chiron sighed. He took off his tweed jacket and draped it over his horse's back like a horse blanket. "Grover has big dreams, Percy. Perhaps bigger than are reasonable. To reach his goal, he must first demonstrate great courage by succeeding as a keeper, finding a new camper and bringing them safely to Half-Blood Hill."

"But he did that!" Percy argued quickly.

"I might agree with you," Chiron said. "But it is not my place to judge. Dionysus and the Council of Cloven Elders must decide. I'm afraid they might not see this assignment as a success. After all, Grover lost you in New York. Then there's the unfortunate...ah...fate of your mother. And the fact that Grover was unconscious when you dragged him over the property line. The council might question whether this shows any courage on Grover's part."

"He'll get a second chance, won't he?" Percy asked with guilt in his eyes, upset about his friend. Alex felt the same way, and hoped grover didn't get too bad a punishment or lecture.

Chiron winced. "I'm afraid that was Grover's second chance, Percy."

Alex looked away, knowing who Grover's first charge was and how that ended.

"The council was not anxious to give him another one, either, after what happened the first time, over five years ago. Olympus knows, I advised him to wait longer before trying again. He's still so small for his age…."

"How old is he?" Percy asked.

"Oh, twenty eight." Chiron replied casually. Alex snapped his head up and looked at the centaur with disbelief.

"What?" Both Alex and Percy said at the same time, then looked at each other. "Woah, jinx! Dude, stop saying what I'm saying! Dude!"

"Boys "Chiron cut in with an amused smile.

"Sorry." Alex apologised with a smile, then gave Percy a look that said 'this isn't over.' Percy just returned the look with full agreement, making Alex internally smile that he got his friend's mind somewhat off everything at the moment to make him feel a little normal again.

Because he's never going to feel normal again after a day here.

"So Grover's that age and he's in sixth grade?" Alex inquired.

"Satyrs mature half as fast as humans. Grover has been the equivalent of a middle school student for the past six years."

"That's horrible." Percy shuddered.

"I wouldn't wish that on anyone." Alex nodded.

"Quite," Chiron agreed. "At any rate, Grover is a late bloomer, even by satyr standards, and not yet very accomplished at woodland magic. Alas, he was anxious to pursue his dream. Perhaps now he will find some other career... ."

"That's not fair." Percy said. "What happened the first time? Was it really so bad?"

Chiron glanced at Alex who looked away, hands clenching into fists at being reminded of what happened to Thalia, and the centaur simply said. ""Let's move along, shall we?"

"Chiron," Percy spoke. "If the gods and Olympus and all that are real ..."

"Yes, child?"

"Does that mean the Underworld is real, too?" Percy asked in a hopeful tone. Alex gave him a sympathetic look, knowing he's wondering if there's a chance his mother may be down there. He didn't know if it was possible to bring those who were dead back to live. It messes up the natural order and balance of life and death.

Chiron's expression darkened.

"Yes, child." He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "There is a place where spirits go after death. But for now...until we know more...I would urge you to put that out of your mind."

"What do you mean, 'until we know more'?" Percy asked with a frown, shoulders slightly slumped.

"Come. Let's see the woods." Chiron said.

As they got closer, the children realized how large the forest was. It took up at least a quarter of the valley.

Chiron said, "The woods are stocked, if you care to try your luck, but go armed."

"Stocked with what?" Percy asked. "Armed with what?"

"You'll see. Capture the Flag is Friday night. Do you have your own sword and shield?" Chiron said.

"He doesn't, Chiron." Alex pointed out, patting Percy's shoulder.

"True, I suppose he doesn't. I think a size five will do. I'll visit the armoury later."

They went on with the tour, Alex explaining some of the various areas. When they arrived at the arena, Percy was surprised to learn that sword and spear fights were held here.

"They're just cabin challenges. And they're not usually lethal." Alex assured him that it wasn't as dangerous as it sounded.

"And of course, there's the mess hall." Chiron pointed to the Dining Pavilion.

"What do you do when it rains?" Percy asked, noticing how there's no roof or walls.

"They still eat apparently." Alex said in a dry tone. Eating out in the pouring rain? No thanks. The rain will just ruin the food... unless they have some way to have the rain pelt off the pavilion without it touching anybody or the food.

They then led Percy to the cabins, who looked a bit baffled by how each of the buildings looked.

Excluding how each had large brass numbers above their doors (with odds on the left side, evens on the right), they each looked very different from each other.

The Hephaestus cabin (number nine) had smokestacks, looking like a small factory. Demeter's cabin (number four) had tomato vines on the walls and had a roof made of actual grass. Apollo's cabin (number seven) looked to be made of solid gold, gleaming so much sunlight that it was near impossible to look at.

Alex looked at the firepit and was surprised to see a nine year old girl tending the flames, poking the coals with a stick. She looked up at him and he saw warm, chocolate brown eyes staring at him. The girl waved at him and he hesitantly waved back.

He looked at Percy, whose attention was at the pair of cabins at the head of the field, then glanced back to see the girl had disappeared as if she had never been there in the first place. Alex shook his head and turned back to see Percy's attention still on the first two cabins.

Zeus' and Hera's cabins. They were like mausoleums with big white marble columns in front. Zeus' cabin was the biggest and bulkiest with polished bronze doors that shimmered like a hologram, so from different angles, lightning bolts streaked across the doors. Zeus really had a big ego.

"Zeus and Hera?" Percy guessed.

"Correct." Chiron said.

"Their cabins look empty."

"Along with a couple of others. No one stays in one or two. Especially two." Alex replied, his eyes turning to Artemis' cabin for just a second. Every time he looked at that cabin, he always felt a pull towards it, some sort of... connection.

'is it possible that...? No, it can't be.' He shook his head from that train of thought.

He then noticed that Percy was now in front of Poseidon's cabin.

It was long, low and solid with its outer walls made of rough grey stone that was studded with pieces of seashells and coral, like slabs of the ocean floor were used.

Alex and Chiron approached Percy as he peeked inside the open doorway.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that!" Chiron warned him. He put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Come along, there is more to see."

As Alex had seen in his couple of days here, most of the cabins were crowded.

Ares' cabin (number five) was bright red, which was just a nasty paint job, looking like it was just splashed on with buckets and fists. The whole roof was lined with barbed wire and there was a stuffed wild boar's head that hung over the doorway and its eyes followed Percy. Inside were a bunch of mean looking kids doing things like arm wrestling and arguing with each other while rock music was blaring loudly.

The loudest of the Ares campers happened to be Clarisse. She's fourteen years old, wearing an XXXL camp t-shirt under a camouflage jacket and had long light brown hair that was stringy. And she had a muscular build, which is typical for a child of Ares.

She spotted Alex and nodded to him, but when she laid eyes on Percy, she gave him an evil sneer.

Percy kept walking with Alex and Chiron, staying clear of the latter's hooves.

They kept walking in silence for quite a distance till Percy spoke. "We haven't seen any other centaurs," he observed.

"No," said Chiron sadly. "My kinsmen are a wild and barbaric folk, I'm afraid. You might encounter them in the wilderness, or at major sporting events. But you won't see any here."

"You said your name was Chiron. Are you really..."

He smiled down at the boy. "The Chiron from the stories? Trainer of Hercules and all that? Yes, Percy, I am."

"But, shouldn't you be dead?" Percy pointed out, only to have Alex slap him upside the head, "Ow!" the boy exclaimed and turned to glare at his friend, but he just gave him a disbelieving look. It screamed: Did you honestly just say that?

Percy looked sheepish.

Chiron paused, as if thinking of what to say. "I honestly don't know about if I should be. The truth is, I can't be dead. You see, eons ago the gods granted my wish. I could continue the work I loved. I could be a teacher of heroes as long as humanity needed me. I gained much from that wish ... and I gave up much. But I'm still here, so I can only assume I'm still needed."

"Doesn't it ever get boring?" Percy asked as Alex rolled his eyes at seeing Motor Mouth Jackson in play.

"No, no," Chiron said. "Horribly depressing, at times, but never boring."

"Why dep-" Percy started to say, but was thankfully cut off by Alex with a hiss.

"Percy."

"What?" Percy snapped at her.

"People die, you moron." The white-haired teen snapped back in a harsh whisper. Percy's eyes widened in realization. Chiron didn't seem to be paying attention to their hushed conversation as he trotted along.

"Oh, look," Chiron spoke to them. "Annabeth is waiting for us."

The daughter of Athena was sitting in front of the Hermes cabin, a book in hand which seemed to be common. Seriously, Alex has found her several times and she's always had a book in her hands. Where does she get these books? Thin air?

At their approach, she looked up and looked Percy over critically.

"Annabeth," Chiron said, "I have masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy from here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cabin eleven," Chiron told Percy, gesturing toward the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Out of all the cabins thus far, eleven looked the most like a standard summer camp cabin, which was to say: kinda run down. It had a worn threshold, peeling brown paint, and a dozen other things that gave the impression that it needed work done on it. Alex mentally questioned why no one gave it some maintenance the first time he saw it. Over the doorway was a caduceus symbol,.

Inside, it was packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of beds that fit into the old cabin. To make up for that shortage of beds, sleeping bags were spread all over on the floor, like a localized evacuation center when a big storm came in.

Chiron didn't go in. The door was too low for him. But when the campers saw him they all stood and bowed respectfully.

"Well, then," Chiron said. "Good luck, Percy. I'll see you both at dinner."

With those parting words, he galloped away toward the archery range.

Alex stood with Percy in the doorway, looking at all the various kids, who stopped bowing. They all stared at Percy.

"Well? Go on." Annabeth prompted.

This caused him to trip and some snickers can be heard, earning a glare from Alex which shut those snickers up instantly.

"Percy, meet the place we're staying at until we're Claimed. Cabin eleven." Alex announced with a wave of his hand.

Groans were heard upon hearing Alex mentioning that, realizing another Unclaimed demigod was going to be in the already overcrowded cabin.

"Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there." Luke stepped forward.

He currently wore an orange tank top, cutoff sandals and had his regular leather necklace with five different coloured clay beads.

"This is Luke." Annabeth introduced Percy to him, sounding different than she normally does with a blush on her face. Alex looked at her with an amused smirk, making her scowl when she noticed him and Percy looking at her.

"He's your counsellor for now."

"For now?" Percy asked in confusion.

"You're undetermined, just like Alex." Luke explained patiently. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the God of Travellers."

Percy looked to the section of the floor he was given, which was next to Alex's sleeping bag and belongings. There was nothing to mark it as his own other than the box with the Minotaur horn still in his hands. He then looked around with paranoia, seeing that some campers were sullen and suspicious, others grinning stupidly and some eyeing Percy like they were waiting to pick his pockets.

"Jeep your stuff close to you or these sneaky little assholes will try and make off with it." Alex mock whispered to Percy, making sure he was loud enough,

"We can hear you!" Someone inside shouted.

"You were supposed to!" Alex retorted with a frown. "Try and steal my stuff again, I swear..."

Percy wanted to ask how long he and Alex will be here, but remembered what he just said. That they'll be here until they're 'Claimed', whatever that means.

"How long will it take until we're Claimed?" He asked his friend, earning laughs from the others.

"Shut up." Alex levelled them with a glare to shut them up.

"Come on. I'll show you the volleyball court." Annabeth told Percy.

"I've already seen it."

"Come on." Annabeth ignored him and dragged Percy out by his wrist, making the campers laugh.

"I'll go make sure she doesn't kill him." Alex told Luke before he followed them.

When they were a few feet away, she said "Jackson, you have to do better than that."

"What?"

"Annabeth, he doesn't know what's going on. This is all very new to him." Alex tried to calm her down, but this made Annabeth roll her eyes and mumble under her breath "I can't believe I thought he was the one."

"What's your problem?" Percy asked angrily. "All I know is, me and Alex kill some bull guy -"

"Don't talk like that!" Annabeth turned on him. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?"

"To fight the Minotaur! What do you think we train for?" Annabeth retorted.

Percy shook his head. "Look, if the thing Alex and I fought really was the Minotaur, the same one in the stories..."

"It was." Alex confirmed with a nod.

"Then there's only one." Percy said, "And he died, like, a gazillion years ago, right? Theseus killed him in the labyrinth. So ..."

"Yeah, here's the part where I called bullshit the first time I heard it." Alex chuckled with annoyance. "You kill a monster, and they come right back to annoy you again. Fucking demons don't do that which makes things easier."

"It's how things work." Annabeth told him.

"It's still bullshit." Alex rolled his eyes.

"You mean if I killed one, accidentally, with a sword -" Percy started.

"The Fur - I mean, your maths teacher. That's right. She's still out there. You just made her very, very mad." Annabeth replied, making Alex recall how it was Hades that sent the Furies and hellhounds after her, Luke, Grover and Thalia and he clenched his fists.

"How did you know about Mrs. Dodds?" Percy questioned.

"You talk in your sleep."

"You almost called her something. A Fury? They're Hades' torturers, right?" Percy said.

Annabeth glanced nervously at the ground, as if she expected it to open up and swallow her. "You shouldn't call them by name, even here. We call them the Kindly Ones, if we have to speak of them at all."

"Meh, demons don't have that luxury so it's fun to make fun of those who do have names." Alex shrugged with a smirk, making Annabeth shake her head at him. Then again, he did explain that taunting and pissing off demons was just a way for them to make a mistake through anger.

"Look, is there anything we can say without it thundering?" Percy whined. "Why do I have to stay in cabin eleven, anyway? Why is everybody so crowded together? There are plenty of empty bunks right over there." He pointed at the first few cabins, making Annabeth turn pale and Alex to sigh.

"You don't just choose a cabin, Percy. It depends on who your parents are. Or...your parent." Annabeth said.

She stared at him, waiting for him to get it.

"My mom is Sally Jackson," Percy said in a matter-of-fact tone. "She works at the candy store in Grand Central Station. At least, she used to."

"I'm sorry about your mom, Percy. But that's not what I mean. I'm talking about your other parent. Your dad." Annabeth answered.

"He's dead. I never knew him."

Alex sighed. "Percy, I'll be as totally blunt with you about it. You. Are. A. Demigod. Your father is a Greek god, not sure which one yet though. I get that your in denial, but acceptance comes next. Face it, Percy, you're a demigod." He looked at Annabeth. "And no, I wasn't going to use the term 'half-blood', that sounds so offensive."

"It's what we are." Annabeth argued.

"Still sounds offensive." Alex muttered.

Percy was now reeling from all this, no doubt having many more questions to ask.

However, before he could ask more, a husky voice yelled "Well! A newbie!"

Clarisse and three other daughters of Ares sauntered over to them, all looking big and mean, also wearing camo jackets.

"Clarisse." Annabeth sighed. "Why don't you go polish your spear or something?"

"Sure, Miss Princess." Clarisse said. "So I can run you through with it Friday night."

"Ladies, ladies, if you're gonna get all flirty with each other, go find a dense part in the forest to-ow!" Alex winced as Annabeth punched his shoulder.

"Shut up!" Annabeth hissed, flustered. She had caught on to the unintentional innuendo, and from the looks of it so had Clarisse.

"You had to go there, didn't you, Wolf?" The daughter of Ares huffed with annoyance.

"Too great to pass up." Alex shrugged with a smirk. "So, War Girl, what do you want?"

"To check out the new runt." Clarisse said, eyeing Percy.

"Percy Jackson," Annabeth said, "meet Clarisse, Daughter of Ares."

Percy blinked. "Like ... the war god?"

Clarisse sneered. "You got a problem with that?"

"No," Percy said, recovering his wits. "It explains the bad smell."

"Dammit, Percy." Alex sighed. Why did Percy's mouth have to speak before his brain?

Clarisse growled. "We got an initiation ceremony for newbies, Prissy."

"Percy."

"Whatever. Come on, I'll show you."

"Clarisse—" Annabeth tried to say.

"Stay out of it, wise girl."

Annabeth looked at Alex, who just shrugged. Clarisse wasn't going to hurt Percy... much, hopefully. If she did, then he'd step in. But Percy needed to learn how to fight his own battles and not have someone step in to defend him all the time.

Still, he should be there to make sure nothing too bad happened.

Percy handed Annabeth his Minotaur horn and got ready to fight, but before he knew it, Clarisse had him by the neck and was dragging him toward a cinder-block building that he knew immediately was the bathroom.

Percy was kicking and punching, but Clarisse had hands like iron. She dragged him into the girls' bathroom. There was a line of toilets on one side and a line of shower stalls down the other. It smelled just like any public bathroom, and Percy was thinking—as much as he could think with Clarisse ripping his hair out—that if this place belonged to the gods, they should've been able to afford classier johns.

Clarisse's friends were all laughing, and Percy was trying to find the strength he'd used to fight the Minotaur, but it just wasn't there.

"Like he's 'Big Three' material," Clarisse said as she pushed him toward one of the toilets. "Yeah, right. Fido probably did most of the work."

Her friends snickered.

Alex, who had followed with Annabeth, rolled his eyes. Since his middle name meant 'Wolf', Clarisse had been calling him Fido for a nickname. Most of the time, his friends' nickname for him was either Wolfy or Wolf Boy, which he didn't mind to be honest.

Still... Fido?

Eh, better than mutt he supposed.

"Aren't you going to do something?" Annabeth asked him, watching through her fingers.

"Percy needs to learn to fight his own battles." Alex sighed. "Can't be there to help him all the time."

Clarisse bent Percy over on his knees and started to push his head to the toilet bowl to give him a swirly and Percy strained to keep his head from getting in the water.

Suddenly, much to everyone's surprise, the plumbing rumbled and the pipes shuddered before water shot out of the toilet, going around Percy and shot into Clarisse so hard that she let go of Percy and was pushed to her butt, the water shooting at her like a fire hose and pushed her into a shower stall.

Her half sisters were making their way to help her but the other toilets all exploded and six more streams of water blasted them back. The showers then acted up and all the fixtures sprayed at the girls out of the bathroom, and spun them around like pieces of garbage being washed away.

Alex grabbed Annabeth and quickly pulled them out of the splash zone, both of them looking bewildered as they wondered what the heck just happened.

"Thanks." Annabeth thanked him. She really didn't want to smell like a toilet.

"No problem." Alex said, his eyes on the scene before him, narrowing in contemplation. Now that he knew he and Percy were demigods, he was starting to wonder just who Percy's father was. And considering every incident he had involved water, he had a sneaking suspicion as to who Percy's father was. Plus, Percy was completely dry, not even drenched from the water, which made it all the more clearer.

'If so, looks like someone else broke the Oath.' Alex thought with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Percy stood with shaky legs.

"How did you…?" Annabeth said.

"I don't know." Percy admitted, and Alex could see that he was being truthful.

They walked to the door and joined Alex. Outside, Clarisse and her sisters were sprawled in the mud with various campers all gathering around to gawk at the sight.

Clarisse's hair was now flat across her face and her camouflage jacket was sopping. She now smelt of sewage.

She gave Percy a look of pure hatred. "You're dead, new boy. You are totally dead."

"You want to gargle with toilet water again, Clarisse? Close your mouth." Percy decided to retort back.

She had to be held back by her sisters as they dragged her back to their cabin. The other campers all made way to avoid her flailing feet.

Annabeth stared at Percy, then at Alex which made him raise an eyebrow. "What?" He inquired to her staring.

Annabeth smirked. "I'm thinking I want you two on my team for Capture the Flag."

And that's it for this chapter.