Nico was wandering alone in the woods, like usual. He was so sick of all the crap these demigods and half-bloods were giving him. Honestly, he saved them, they should be thanking him! But now they're acting like he's even stranger.

Nico kicked some dirt as he kept walking, "And thanks dkr defending me, guys..." His friends didn't stand up for him at all this time.

Nico kept walking. This is why I prefer the Underworld, not stupid camp gatherings.

"Or do you prefer Darkness, if not the Underworld?"

Nico spun on his heel, drawing his sword out of instinct. The tip met the throat of a man, looking in his twenties. No, not a man...

"Who are you?" Nico demands. The person in front of him has pale skin (darker than Nico's), and unruly dark hair that was as dark as the night sky. He had long, gorgeous dark wings, the feathers attached to them rippled creating scenes uncomprehendable. The man wore a long, dark purple robe. His eyes looked like they were stars, but not in a creepy way, more like they were literal stars weaved together by Athena herself.

Nico didn't let his guard down as the man replied, but his thoughts spiraled. "I am Chaos, Creator of All."

Nico stiffens as he questions, "And, what are you doing here...?"

Chaos smiles. Nico frowns deeper. "That, my angel, is dependent."

Nico chooses to ignore the little nickname, deciding it'd be the wisest idea, and responds, "On what?"

Chaos' soft, gentle smile doesn't waver, "It depends on who you want to be, little angel--or, rather, how you want to be."

Nico furrows his eyebrows, gritting his teeth, "That doesn't answer my question."

"Well, angel," Chaos begins. "Would you like to become an Angel of Chaos? The leader of the Warrior Angels, the Angels of Chaos, of course."