Every 10 years, a God of Olympus will be corrupted. Just to be defeated in a glorious battle to regain trust and their order. 

Battleborn woke up, just to see Christa tending to a large "wound" on his side from the Giant battle. She smiles warmly as she sees his open eyes. Her hazel eyes fill him with protection, he looks at the wound. He goes to make, but she pushes him back down, gently. "Don't move, it's okay." she says gently, "I'm almost done." she soaks a sponge and continues to mend his wound. "You don't have to do that." he states softly. She smiles, blushing while looking down, "I know..but I want to." she whispers quietly. His eyes widen in shock, he then gives a small smile. She leans in close to him. He wraps her in a hug, ignoring the fact he is shirtless. She was just about to say something, until the door bursts open. "Battleborn, the Chimera has returned!" says the Camper. He looks at Christa. She only smiles and states, "Go  get em, tiger." he kisses her cheek and walks outside. His muscles tense as he sees the size of it. The campers surround it as Battleborn walks up to it.  He spits on the ground, and tackles the Chimera. As he battles the mighty creature, the campers cheer. He lands the final blow, covered in scratches. He looks at his arm, it's covered in acidic chimera saliva. Christa runs to him. She washes his arm before jumping into his hug. The campers all cheer his name. Battleborn has done it again.

5 hours later, during lights out...

Battleborn tosses and turns in his bed. His dreams becoming dark and brutal. He suddenly wakes up. His body more pale then usual.  There's a knock at the door, he walks up to the door and opens it. It's his twin brother, Jack the Demon. "Jack..?" he states calmly. "In the flesh." Jack smirks, his royal demonic robes still on from the last visit. "You never change out of that thing, do you?" Battleborn chuckles  as he lets Jack in. "Nope!" Jack laughs, "You look like me on a good day." he says pointing to Battleborn's pale skin and black jeans. "Oh shush. I don't know what's wrong." Battleborn says full of worry. "Eh, it'll pass." Jack states, waving his hand. "Well, I should go to my little hut outside Camp boundaries. Get some sleep, man." he says as he shadow-travels away. Battleborn lays in his bed, but instead of getting sleep, his eyes glow red and his dress outfit manifests on his body. He gets up and walks to his dresser. He grabs his eyeglasses and puts them on. He closes the blinds with the wave of his hand, and looks at his old army communicator. The army he hasn't used since the dark ages. He turns it on, and lets it sit. "Olympus will pay...they took everything from me." he states darkly. 

Just after sunrise, the campers in Battleborn's Combat class wakes for their teacher...

Battleborn walks into the arena, and his campers gasp as their teacher's new look. "Well class," he states, "Shall we begin?"