"Holy-" Nico couldn't finish. He breathed heavily, and steadily moved his right hand to his right shoulder blade. He felt something soft and gentle move. His eyes widened.

He looked behind him, and nearly screamed. "W-Wings?!"

Chaos smiled, "What's an angel without a set of feathers? Don't answer that."

Nico didn't hear him. He only gawked at his new look. His wings were huge, a bit larger than his own body. They were black like Chaos', but darker, more elegant. Less chaotic. And the feathers were so soft at the touch, he could hardly feel them, all he couls feel was the nerves in his wings.

"Now, rise, little angel. We have places to be and things to do!"

•••

"This is my kingdom, so to speak. No one is here but myself, the other Angels of Chaos, a medical team, and other necessary beings. We watch over the Universe and prepare for anything." Chaos explained.

Nico didn't know where they were, but it was beautiful. A tall kingdom of black and white, almost like stars, was formed. I could see through windows inside, and each room I could see was decorated differently--different colors, different design. In complete words, it was astounding.

"Nico, this is your home now, where you'll forge and earn a new name, and lead a group of fellow Angels."

"How many Angels are there?" Nico asked, looking up at Chaos' calm face.

"Sixteen. However, eleven used to be mortal, and have no powers aside from their angelic abilities. The other five used tok be demigods, like you. Some escaped Death by joining, others I recruited the same way I did you."

"When am I meeting them?" Nico asked, trying to ignore the fact that his wings started to ruffle.

Chaos snapped his fingers, and they were inside an elegant ocean blue room, assumably inside Chaos' palace. Inside were many lounge chairs, and angels just like Nico. However, their wings were white (except for a maiden in the corner, who's wings were also black). None of them paid attention to Nico, and their backs were turned they all crowded two other angels arm-wrestling.

There were cheers and chants until Chaos cleared his throat, earning the attention and silence of the group.

Nico could now see the faces of each individual. However, three particular individuals caught his attention. There was a boy with blond hair, and pale skin, and a scar down his cheek. There was a girl with beautiful features and a feather in her hair. And there is a girl with dark hair, eyes like Nico's, and a sisterly face.

Nico felt like crying. Not because of Luke, or the surprise of seeing Piper. But because of her. The dark-haired girl. The girl who ran into Nico and tackled him into a hug, and kisses his cheek and screamed his name.

Some escaped Death by joining.

Nico sobbed, "Bianca..."

"Some of you may have known him in his past life, but this is your leader from now-forward. Please treat him with welcome and respect, and show him around."

With that, Chaos disappeared, and Nico was left in the arms of his so-said dead sister.